{"id":1104,"date":"2007-09-28T01:05:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-28T08:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=1104"},"modified":"2007-09-28T01:05:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-28T08:05:00","slug":"when_jessica_met_glenn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2007\/09\/when_jessica_met_glenn\/","title":{"rendered":"When Jessica Met Glenn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jessica Williams is in love with Glenn Gould and doesn&#8217;t care who knows it. Here&#8217;s an excerpt from the latest entry in her blog, <em>The Zone<\/em>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>One night I was on a popular video sharing site (YouTube) and decided to watch and listen to Glenn Gould. I was dumbstruck. His music entered me and stayed there. It wasn&#8217;t what he was playing, it was the way he was playing it. I had never heard Bach played with such fullness and passion and gentleness. He caressed Bach, where most pianists play Bach like robots. They make it sound so mechanical. I know it was the way I was taught. To play the two and three part Inventions, one had to sit up perfectly straight, force your hands to emulate little claws, and play tic-toc tic-toc like a metronome. Like a machine. Hating math as I did, I certainly didn&#8217;t take to Bach. It wasn&#8217;t MUSIC to me.<br \/>\nI found Miles and Trane shortly after that, and spent the next fifty years believing that I hated Bach and all those &#8220;dead guys&#8221;.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>There&#8217;s more to the affair than that. From passion for Gould, Williams builds an essay that challenges what she sees as a massive general fault in the cultural establishment, including many listeners.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>When one improvises within the style of the early masters (read &#8220;dead&#8221; to detractors) one is also improvising within a style. The style, the rules, the framework are different. But it&#8217;s no less real, and, if done by one knowing the vocabulary, it is VALID. It is true art, true music.<br \/>\nThere is a disease afflicting art and music, and it is not new. It is becoming more common, though. It is the need to put every single creation into a box, have a pre-made label handy for any contribution, and to dismiss, out of turn, anything that falls outside of one&#8217;s &#8220;tastes&#8221;&#8230; this is the elitist and critical view of our age, and it is destructive to children, to educators, to parents, to everyone.<br \/>\nIt shows itself in our politics, our medicine, our science, and, most notably, in our ART (or lack thereof).<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Regardless of whether you agree, it is a stimulating and provocative essay. To read the whole thing, <a href=\"http:\/\/jessicajenniferwilliams.blogspot.com\/\"target=\"_blank\">go here<\/a>.<br \/>\n<em>YouTube<\/em> has many videos of Gould. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qB76jxBq_gQ\"target=\"_blank\">This one <\/a>of the young Gould practicing a Bach partita is a good way to start.<br \/>\nWilliams follows her essay with the transcript of a long interview; Jessica questioning Jessica. Here&#8217;s how it begins:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Q. What pianists do you like to listen to?<br \/>\nA. I like pianists who are musicians first. One of my favorites is Charles Mingus. His album <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&#038;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FMingus-Plays-Piano-Charles%2Fdp%2FB000003N9C%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dmusic%26qid%3D1190957661%26sr%3D1-1&#038;tag=rifftidougram-20&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325\"target=\"_blank\"><em>Mingus Plays Piano<\/em><\/a> on Impulse! is one of my favorite piano albums, period. And when I lived in Oakland, CA, I&#8217;d go down and hear <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&#038;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FLive-Maybeck-Recital-Hall-Vol%2Fdp%2FB0000006KG%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dmusic%26qid%3D1190958021%26sr%3D1-1&#038;tag=rifftidougram-20&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325\"target=\"_blank\">Buddy Montgomery<\/a> play piano. He was a vibist, but I loved his piano playing too. He played music. He didn&#8217;t just play piano.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It is difficult to say with certainty that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jessicawilliams.com\/cds\/tatums_ultimatum.html\"target=\"_blank\"><em>Tatum&#8217;s Ultimatum<\/em><\/a> is Williams&#8217;s most recent CD; she issues CDs the way the MacArthur Foundation issues &#8220;genius&#8221; grants (one of which she deserves). But it is new, and it is stunning. Despite its title, the solo album is not so much a tribute to Art Tatum or an evocation of his style as an exposition of the &#8220;fullness and passion and gentleness&#8221; that she admires in Gould, executed in some passages at supersonic speed with timing and accuracy that do recall Tatum.<br \/>\nOne of her admirers who is also a world-class jazz pianist told me recently, &#8220;I think Jessica is the cleanest fast pianist I&#8217;ve ever heard.&#8221; She may also be one of the wryest. Humor is an essential component of her work. If you don&#8217;t believe it, listen to her romp through &#8212; of all things &#8212; Sidney Bechet&#8217;s &#8220;Petite Fleur.&#8221;  Even the dour Bechet would have smiled at her flourishes, her swing, the role reversal of her hands, her rhythmic displacments and reharmonizations. And Artie Shaw, who grew to hate &#8220;Begin The Beguine,&#8221; could not have resisted William&#8217;s version, if only for the joy of its suspended ending. Except for her &#8220;Ballade for A.T.&#8221; all of the pieces in the CD are standards, including a &#8220;trio&#8221; version of &#8220;Ain&#8217;t She Sweet&#8221; with Williams providing the synthesizer bass and drums, which seem anything but  synthesized.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jessica Williams is in love with Glenn Gould and doesn&#8217;t care who knows it. 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