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A Conversation About Jazz With Bill Kirchner

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© -Steven Cerra, copyright protected; all rights reserved.


Over the years, I learned a great deal about Jazz from Bill Kirchner. Not first-hand, mind you, as I live on the Left Coast and he lives on the other one. So we can’t just get together for an espresso or a brewski or a glass of vino while Bill expounds on his unique understanding of Jazz.

No, I’ve had to learn from Bill vicariously - through listening to his recordings, reading his many writings about the music, and via the occasional correspondences we’ve exchanged over the years. The latter are mostly to do with requests for copyright permissions which Bill, being the heckuva nice guy that he is, always grants.

Phone calls and video conferencing would be good, but he’s a busy guy and I’m more than a bit aurally challenged these days so that approach has its limitations.

What to do; what to do?

And then I came across the following from -“Writing About People: The Interview” in William Zinnsser’s On Writing Well:

“Get people talking. Learn to ask questions that will elicit answers about what is most interesting or vivid in their lives. Nothing so animates writing as someone telling what he thinks or what he does — in his own words.

His own words will always be better than your words, even if you are the most elegant stylist in the land. They carry the inflection of his speaking voice and the idiosyncrasies of how he puts a sentence together. They contain the regionalisms of his conversation and the lingo of his trade. They convey his enthusiasms. This is a person talking to the reader directly, not through the filter of a writer. As soon as a writer steps in, everyone else's experience becomes secondhand.

Therefore, learn how to conduct an interview.”

And, to take it a step further, how about conducting an interview that essentially conducts itself by creating a series of questions that attach to an email, contacting Bill and asking if he would be willing to write responses?

No pressure. No time constraints. No impediments.

Bill takes his time and constructs thoughtful and instructive responses that make my pedestrian questions sound better than they are and - Viola! - I’m learning more about Jazz from Bill Kirchner.

So that’s what I did and the following is what he shared in return - all 13 pages of it!

Did I mention that Bill is a heckuva nice guy?

© -Steven Cerra and Bill Kirchner, copyright protected; all rights reserved.

A Conversation About Jazz with Bill Kirchner

How and when did music first come into your life?  
Probably around the age of five—which would have been 1958.  There were a number of TV cop shows that featured modern jazz scores, beginning with Peter Gunn.  Most of them only lasted a season or two:  Mr. Lucky, Johnny Staccato, Richard Diamond, Dan Raven, Checkmate, etc.  But all of them had scores by Henry Mancini, Pete Rugolo, John Williams, and others.  They used sounds that intrigued me; I later discovered that these sounds were called “harmonies.”

What are your earliest recollections of Jazz?  
Again, probably the Peter Gunn series, which was popular beginning in the fall of 1958.  It had an innovative jazz score by Henry Mancini that was very influential, and they even showed real jazz musicians like Victor Feldman and Shorty Rogers on camera.  (You can see many of these episodes today on YouTube.)

By the way, Peter Gunn also was my introduction to the concept of sex. Even at the tender age of five, I understood that Lola Albright, who played Peter Gunn’s singer-girlfriend, was stunning. She died only this year at age 92.

What made you decide to become a Jazz musician?  
On June 19, 1965, I attended the Pittsburgh Jazz Festival with my parents.  The festival was produced by George Wein and lasted for three days; we went on a Saturday night.  The lineup that evening included the Walt Harper Quintet, a local group; Earl Hines with a trio; Carmen McRae with the Norman Simmons Trio; the Stan Getz Quartet with Gary Burton, Steve Swallow, and probably Roy Haynes; the John Coltrane Quartet with McCoy Tyner, Jimmy Garrison, and Elvin Jones; and the Duke Ellington Orchestra.

I had never heard Coltrane before, and he left my parents and me baffled; this was nine days before he recorded Ascension.  But we hung in for Duke’s band at the end.  Overall, this was a mind-boggling experience for a kid who was just short of twelve years old.  From then on, I somehow knew that this was what I wanted to do.

Many conversations about Jazz invariably turn to “impressions” and “favorites.” Why do you think this is the case?
I’m not quite sure what you mean.  In my case, I’m a devout eclectic, so I’ve been affected musically by many, many people.  To narrow these to a handful would be impossible and pointless.

Okay, so let’s turn to “impressions”; who were the Jazz musicians who first impressed you and why?
All of the aforementioned.  Most of all Duke Ellington, whose band I first heard on The Ed Sullivan Show when I was ten. The sound of that saxophone section playing “Satin Doll” with those voicings lingered in my head for weeks thereafter.

Staying with your impressions for a while, what comes to mind when I mention the following Jazz musicians:

Louis Armstrong
The father of “vernacular music,” which was made possible by the microphone.  Anyone with any kind of contemporary rhythmic concept—be they singer, instrumentalist, or composer-arranger—owes a debt to Armstrong.  By the way, my favorite Armstrong performance, both playing and singing, is his 1957 recording of “You Go To My Head” with Oscar Peterson. If you want to understand where Miles Davis came from, and why Armstrong is still relevant today, listen to this.  I often play it for students, and many of them find it a life-changing record.

Duke Ellington
The most important and innovative name in jazz composing and arranging. Though I’m puzzled by people who put him in competition with composers such as Stravinsky, Bartók, and Copland. Ellington was a unique voice, and he could do things that those others could not do, but they could likewise do things that he could not do.  So what’s the point of such comparisons?  Music is not the National Football League.  More to the point, I’m one of a zillion jazz composer-arrangers who have been deeply affected by his work (and Billy Strayhorn’s).

Coleman Hawkins
The father of jazz tenor saxophone, and along with Art Tatum, the first major jazz soloist for whom harmony was the primary consideration.  There would not have been a Don Byas, Charlie Parker, Sonny Rollins, John Coltrane, and many others as we know them without Hawkins.  Though all of those players had other influences as well—most notably Tatum and/or Lester Young.

Lester Young
The father of modern linear thinking in jazz.  Including an even-eighth-note concept that he probably got from Bix Beiderbecke and Frank Trumbauer and that was expanded upon by Charlie Christian and Charlie Parker, as well as over-the-bar phrasing that Christian and Parker likewise embraced. There probably has never been a more emotionally naked jazz soloist than Lester; his fondness for singers, especially Frank Sinatra and Billie Holiday, reflects this. Too bad that Sinatra and Lester never did an album together. (Or for that matter, Sinatra and Miles Davis.)

Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker
The yin and yang of bebop.  Or as Dizzy called Bird, “the other half of my heartbeat.”  Bird was bebop’s most inspired and inspiring voice, and Dizzy was its master theoretician, teacher, and organizer; he had a self-discipline that Bird lacked.  I think that both Dizzy and Miles reached their peaks as players in their early 40s: circa 1957-62 and circa 1966-71, respectively.  Bird of course died young because of his excesses, so it’s impossible to know how or even if he would have developed further.

Stan Getz
A master player who has been more of an influence than he’s often been credited.  As Coltrane said, “We’d all sound like that if we could.”
My favorite Getz album is Sweet Rain from 1967, with Chick Corea, Ron Carter, and Grady Tate—Getz at his most challenged and inspired.  Though Focus, with Eddie Sauter’s masterly string writing, is a close second.

Lest I forget, Getz the sophisticated lyricist was also capable of the straight-ahead, stomping virtuosity of the 1955 “S-H-I-N-E.”  As with Sweet Rain and Focus, this too is one of his most acknowledged recorded masterpieces.  Getz’s virtuosity was a multifaceted one.

John Coltrane
As I said, I first heard Coltrane when I was very young, but it took me many years to fully appreciate him. One of the most underappreciated things about him was his encyclopedic knowledge of the American Popular Song.  As a result, he and Red Garland could walk into those 1957-58 Prestige record dates unprepared and effortlessly record many obscure tunes. No matter how “out” his music got later on, Coltrane retained a basic, grounding lyricism that was missing in many of his less-capable imitators.  Not to mention his deep harmonic knowledge and astounding technical virtuosity.

Miles Davis-Gil Evans collaborations
One of the greatest partnerships in twentieth-century music—matched only by Ellington/Strayhorn and Sinatra/Nelson Riddle.  Miles was Gil’s greatest interpreter, and Gil could frame and inspire Miles as no one else could.  (When Miles died, he and Johnny Mandel were discussing doing an orchestral project.  Given the success of Mandel’s Here’s To Life album with Shirley Horn—which Miles was scheduled to have played on—one can only lament that Miles and Mandel never got together.)

Gil was a master colorist, and part of the thrill of looking at his autograph scores is seeing some of the unconventional sonorities he came up with. (One chart for Porgy and Bess had three bass clarinets in both unison and harmony; they sounded like a grainy cello section.) But he was more than just a colorist. Compare his 1956 five-horn chart on Blues for Pablo for Hal McKusick with the much larger version of Blues for Pablo on the Miles Ahead album a year later.  There’s a structural and harmonic strength in both versions that makes the size of the bands irrelevant.

Miles Ahead, Porgy and Bess, and Sketches of Spain all belong in any serious jazz record collection; even the lesser Quiet Nights, a relative failure, has its charms.  Gil continued to do uncredited work on Miles’ small-group albums for another two decades.  Given the value of the Miles and Gil projects and Gil’s best albums as a leader and for others, Evans deserves his reputation as jazz’s finest orchestrator after Ellington and Strayhorn. That reputation is undiminished today despite his relatively small output.  

Gerry Mulligan, Bob Brookmeyer, and the Concert Jazz Band
Mulligan’s 13-piece CJB began in 1960, went full-steam for a little over a year, then lasted part-time until petering out at the end of 1964. Brookmeyer was its “hirer and firer,” chief arranger, and (along with Mulligan) principal soloist.  Other contributors to its book were Al Cohn, Bill Holman, the young newcomer Gary McFarland, Johnny Carisi, George Russell, and (only occasionally) Mulligan.

The CJB was a successful attempt at preserving the airiness of Mulligan’s small groups while maintaining the punch and colors of a big band.  Brookmeyer, Mel Lewis, and Thad Jones—all CJB sidemen—eventually got impatient with Mulligan’s musical conservatism; Jones called it a “velvet wall.”  In the later Thad Jones-Mel Lewis band, they sought to expand the possibilities of the big band/small band dichotomy.

On Mulligan’s own terms, though, the CJB was a remarkable ensemble unlike any other.  In a sense, it was an expansion of the Red Norvo and Claude Thornhill bands of the Swing Era.  All three bands excelled in a kind of quiet ecstasy built around relatively subdued instruments: the xylophone (Norvo), French horns and clarinets (Thornhill), and a single clarinet lead and Mulligan’s light baritone (CJB).

The pleasures of the CJB’s music are real and considerable, but as with Mulligan’s “pianoless” small groups, I find that I need to wear a different set of ears for it.  This music is the antithesis of the simple, roaring bluesiness of Count Basie or the raw physicality of Maynard Ferguson and Buddy Rich.  Sometimes that’s just fine, sometimes not.  “Velvet wall” indeed!

Kenny Clarke-Francy Boland Big Band
This is a band that has grown on me over the past 45 years.  It existed in Europe in the 1960s and was half top European players and half American expatriates.  It was co-led by the pioneer bebop drummer Kenny Clarke and the Belgian pianist-composer-arranger Francy Boland.  Boland was the band’s principal writer.

The Clarke-Boland band in its heyday was often compared with the Thad Jones-Mel Lewis band, but I don’t believe that the comparison holds up too well.  Both bands were brimming with jazz virtuosi, but I generally don’t find Boland’s writing nearly as satisfying as Jones’s (and Bob Brookmeyer’s).  Boland’s writing was always competent, but it seldom had the point of view or personality that Jones’s and Brookmeyer’s had.  With Thad and Bob, one often got the sense of writers trying to do new things within older traditions.  I seldom get that from Boland.  (A notable exception: the CBBB’s 1971 album Change of Scenes with Stan Getz as guest soloist.  I facetiously call this recording “Francy Boland on acid.”)

Another crucial difference:  the Jones-Lewis band had Thad out front as soloist-conductor, whereas with the CBBB, both co-leaders remained in the rhythm section.  Jones was an inspiring conductor and a natural-assed bandleader, whereas both Clarke and Boland were seemingly reserved men devoid of any showmanship.  Despite the CBBB’s collective excellence, there was no one overtly in charge.  Interestingly, the band in 1967 permanently added Kenny Clare as a second drummer.  It was never clear why this was done, though one wonders if the added visual dimension had something to do with it.

Here’s my favorite video of the CBBB:  a 1970 concert with Dizzy Gillespie as guest soloist:  https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=dizzy+gillespie+clarke-boland
With Dizzy out front, the band instantly had a dimension it usually lacked:  a soloist-frontman who was one of jazz’s foremost showmen.  It’s great fun to watch the band respond to Dizzy, and vice versa.

Thad Jones–Mel Lewis Orchestra
The most important large jazz band of the past half-century.  More than anyone else, Thad Jones gave conventional big-band writing (i.e., 8 brass, 5 saxophones-with-doubles, rhythm) a new lease on life.  And he and Mel changed listeners’ expectations of a big band. With Jones-Lewis, the band could shift effortlessly from complex ensembles to the looseness and hipness of the best small groups.  Big bands and composer-arrangers all over the world took notice.

I first heard Bob Brookmeyer’s “ABC Blues” (from the first Jones-Lewis album) when I was 13 years old.  Though I had already heard Ellington, Basie, Harry James, Buddy Rich, and Glenn Miller, I had never heard a big band like this, and it hit me hard.  I devoured all of the available Jones-Lewis albums when I was in high school, and when I went to New York to attend college, Monday nights at the Village Vanguard became a major part of my musical education.  Watching Thad conducting that band was an experience I’ll never forget.  Later, I got to know both Thad and Mel, and still later I subbed in the saxophone section of Mel’s band (after Thad’s departure in 1979) in the 1980s.

Given all this, I’ve been dismayed in recent years that several jazz-history texts have paid little or no attention to the Jones-Lewis band and its successors, the Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra and (since Mel’s death in 1990) the Vanguard Jazz Orchestra.  This to me is inexcusable.  So I’m gratified to see the newly-published book 50 Years at the Village Vanguard: Thad Jones, Mel Lewis and the Vanguard Jazz Orchestra.  I hope that this book will shine a needed light on one of the seminal ensembles in jazz history.  

What brought about your interest in Jazz composition – arranging - orchestrating? How did you go about acquiring these skills?  Who were/are some of your greatest influences in these areas?
As I’ve said, from the age of five I heard sounds that captivated my ears—sounds that I later learned were polychords and contemporary harmonies.  Jazz and contemporary classical music had more of those sounds than did any other musics—certainly more than rock, country, and folk musics.  So my tastes as a listener were set, and when I was in high school, I was lucky to have a hip band director named Sam D’Angelo.  We had a “stage band,” as they were then called euphemistically, and for that band I wrote my first charts and played my first jazz solos.

As a composer-arranger, I’ve been most influenced by writers such as Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn, Eddie Sauter, Gil Evans, Gerry Mulligan, Thad Jones, Bob Brookmeyer, Bill Holman, Gary McFarland, Clare Fischer, Wayne Shorter, Herbie Hancock, Rod Levitt, Mike Abene, Mike Gibbs, and others.  When I lived in Washington, D.C. from 1975 to 1980, I was extremely fortunate to work for several years with a big band led by Mike Crotty, who at the time was staff arranger for the USAF Airmen of Note.  Crotty was and is an undersung heavyweight; I tell people that I went to the University of Mike Crotty.  Later, I got a National Endowment jazz grant and studied with Rayburn Wright, who was head of the Jazz and Film-Scoring Department at the Eastman School of Music.  So with Crotty, Wright, and later Brookmeyer and Manny Albam at the BMI Jazz Composers Workshop in New York, I had four of the best jazz composing-arranging teachers on the planet.

When I moved back to New York in 1980, I knew that however I was going to make a living as a musician, I needed my own band to write for.  That led to forming my Nonet, which I had for 21 years.  There’s nothing like having some of the world’s best jazz musicians to write for to kick your derrière.  We eventually did five albums:  What It Is To Be Frank and Infant Eyes (both LPs for Sea Breeze), and Trance Dance (a two-CD set for A-Records), One Starry Night, and Lifeline (both CDs for Jazzheads).

I try to pass along what I’ve learned.  I’ve taught advanced jazz composing-arranging (and numerous other courses) at The New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music in New York for 26 years, and a “Music of Duke Ellington” course at Manhattan School of Music for 14 years.

One of my proudest achievements as a record producer was a 5-CD set for the Smithsonian Collection of Recordings, Big Band Renaissance: The Evolution of the Jazz Orchestra.  It’s a collection of post-Swing Era big band recordings from 1941 to 1991.  Smithsonian Recordings went out of business almost twenty years ago, but you can still find copies of the boxed set online.

When you form a rhythm section, what do you look for in a pianist; a bassist; a drummer. If you could substitute a guitarist for a pianist in this rhythm section would you be inclined to do so? Or would you prefer to have both and if so why and if not why?
In all cases, I look for players who know how to LISTEN—to each other and to the rest of the ensemble.  And hook up rhythmically.  Also, their reading skills need to be at least adequate, though I’ll take a superior listener with a hip time feel over a great reader any day.

I don’t know any guitarist who can play the harmonies generated by my favorite pianists.  So there would be few instances where I would prefer guitar to piano in a rhythm section.  Having both piano and guitar tends to be too cluttered unless the roles of each are carefully defined.  If you have a guitarist who reads single lines fluently (Barry Galbraith was legendary for that), having guitar doubling lines with sections in a big band is a great color.

What instruments make up your current Nonet and why did you decide on this format for your regular working group?
  1. 2) Two trumpets (with mutes) doubling flugelhorns
  1. Bass trombone (with mutes)
  2. Reed I:  soprano and alto saxophones, flute, alto flute, clarinet, piccolo
  3. Reed II:  tenor saxophone, flute, alto flute, clarinet
  4. Reed III:  baritone saxophone (or bassoon), bass clarinet, flute
  5. Piano and synthesizer
  6. Acoustic and electric basses
  7. Drums

Having two trumpets and a bass trombone, with three reeds as inner        voices, allows for a quasi-big-band sound when desired. Having the bass trombone on the bottom is a hipper, fatter sound than baritone saxophone.  Also, extensive woodwind doubling and muted brass give a huge variety of coloristic possibilities.

Switching to the subject of “favorites:”
What are some of your favorite books about Jazz?
Just a few, in no particular order:
Martin Williams, The Jazz Tradition
Max Harrison, A Jazz Retrospect
Larry Kart, Jazz In Search of Itself
Walter van de Leur, Something To Live For: The Music of Billy Strayhorn
Keith Waters, The Studio Recordings of the Miles Davis Quintet, 1965-68
Rayburn Wright, Inside the Score
Dan Morgenstern, Living with Jazz
Richard M. Sudhalter, Lost Chords
Terry Teachout, Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington
Ted Gioia, West Coast Jazz
Gene Lees, Meet Me at Jim & Andy’s

What are some of your favorite Jazz recordings?
Again, just a few, in no particular order:
Duke Ellington, The Far East Suite
Miles Davis, Miles Ahead
Miles Davis, Miles Smiles
Wayne Shorter, Speak No Evil
Herbie Hancock, The Prisoner
Bill Evans, Sunday at the Village Vanguard
Thad Jones-Mel Lewis, Monday Night
Denny Zeitlin, Zeitgeist
Kenny Wheeler, Gnu High
Sarah Vaughan, Sassy Swings Again
Lester Young Trio
Shirley Horn, Here’s to Life
Joe Henderson in Japan
Steve Kuhn-Gary McFarland, The October Suite
Sonny Rollins, Our Man in Jazz
Louis Armstrong Meets Oscar Peterson
The Lee Konitz Duets

Who are your favorite big band arrangers?
I think that I’ve already answered that, more or less.

Who are your favorite Jazz vocalists?
Among the deceased, Sarah Vaughan and Shirley Horn top my list.  I won’t mention anyone living for fear of making enemies among those I omit. One living exception, though, is a singer-pianist who I’m sure no one will begrudge me:  Andy Bey.  

Who among current Jazz musicians do you enjoy listening to?
All of my former and current students who have done well.  By dumb luck, I’ve managed since 1991 to have had many of the best jazz musicians under current age 46 as students.  I’ve had well over 1000 (mostly classroom) students at this point.

How did you become involved in Jazz education?  
In 1979, arranger Bill Potts got me my first college-teaching gig at Montgomery Community College in Maryland.  And I started doing clinics elsewhere. In 1991, I was hired to teach at The New School, and the rest has mushroomed from there.  

What classes have you taught and/or are you currently teaching and where?
At the risk of appearing overly academic, here’s from my resumé:

The New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music

Adjunct Faculty 1991-present (all undergraduate students).  Classes include:
Advanced Composing/Arranging (1991-present)
Jazz History (1996-present)
Jazz & Ballet (2000-01)
Composers Forum (2001-02)
Composition Styles (2002-05)
Improvisation Ensembles (2006-07, 2014-present)
Contemporary Jazz & Its Exponents (2010, 2013-14)  
Music of Bill Evans (2013)
Manhattan School of Music
Adjunct Faculty 2004-present (undergraduate and graduate students).
Music of Duke Ellington (2004-present), Music of Miles Davis (2016-present)

New Jersey City University

Adjunct Faculty 2002-2015
Jazz History (Master’s Program); Composition Styles (Master’s Program)
Rutgers University/Newark
Guest Lecturer of Graduate Seminars, 2002-03, 2006: Jazz-Research Master’s Program

I’ve also done clinics, school concerts, and artist-in-residences all over the world.

What brought about your selection as the editor of the Oxford Companion to Jazz?
In 1996, Dan Morgenstern recommended me to Sheldon Meyer, a longtime editor at Oxford University Press who was responsible for commissioning many of their jazz books.  Sheldon wanted to do a jazz volume for their “Companion” series and asked me to edit it.  After the initial shock wore off, I accepted and set off on a four-year odyssey: 60 articles by 59 writers.

How did you go about identifying who would author the individual chapters in the Oxford Companion to Jazz?
First I had to decide on the nature of the articles themselves, then it was a matter of deciding who would do the best job on each piece. In a way, it was similar to leading a band and writing music for it and deciding who would be the best soloists for each piece.  So the whole thing came rather naturally to me.

Then I got on the phone and made offers to the writers. Very few turned me down, though a few ended up bailing out later on and needed to be replaced.  But for the most part, people delivered the goods for me and on a high level, though not always on deadline.  I earned my honorary Ph.D in psychology doing this book.  It was quite an experience.

Given your special skills as a Jazz musician who can write, over the years you’ve written numerous liner and booklet notes to various recordings. Which of these are among your favorites and why?
I guess that my “magnum opus” was a 40,000-word booklet for Big Band Renaissance: The Evolution of the Jazz Orchestra.  I spent three years on that project, co-producing it and picking five CDs worth of music.  The booklet won a NAIRD “Indie” award for “Best Liner Notes.”

Then there were the booklet notes for Miles Davis and Gil Evans: The Complete Columbia Studio Recordings. George Avakian, Bob Belden, Phil Schaap, and I won a Grammy for those.

I’m equally proud, however, of the extensive booklet notes I did for Mosaic for their Thad Jones-Mel Lewis and Gerry Mulligan Concert Jazz Band boxed sets.  Needless to say, both of those projects were close to my heart, and I put in a lot of effort to ensure that they were done right.

Overall, I’ve done close to sixty liner note and booklet projects over the years, mostly for reissues but occasionally for new releases. For about a decade, there was a lot of work, but with the decline of the record business and CD sales, the demand for liner notes has slowed down to a trickle.

If you could put on an imaginary 3-Day Jazz Festival in NYC, how would you structure it and whom would you invite to perform?
Let’s just say that I would include both veterans and up-and-comers.
Actually, I would be more interested in focusing on a single project that I could sink my teeth into, rather than having to design an entire festival. When doing what a George Wein does, you always have to be mindful of having enough tushies in seats to justify your overhead.  I’d rather that someone else determined that Concert X would draw, then gave me the responsibility for planning the music and hiring the musicians.

If you were asked to host a television show entitled “The Subject Is Jazz,” whom would you like to interview on the first few episodes?
My models for such a show would be the 1962 Jazz Scene USA hosted by Oscar Brown Jr., and Frankly Jazz, hosted by Frank Evans during the same period.  As long as the musicians are really good, it almost doesn’t matter who they are.  It’s more important that the host not be pontificating or asking vapid questions.  Keep talk to a minimum, as Robert Herridge did with the 1959 The Sound of Miles Davis.  Give essential information, such as the names of musicians and titles of tunes, and use the cameras imaginatively.  Let television do what television does best—engage the audience visually.  Once that is done, then the music can, as they so often say, speak for itself.

You’ve accomplished many wonderful things in your life both personally and professionally. Why is it that Jazz has continued to play a role in your life?
Simple answer: it allows me to make a living doing things I love.  Those things cover a lot of territory—as a composer-arranger, saxophonist, bandleader, jazz historian, record and radio producer, and educator.  Though not all of these things are happening all the time or in equal proportions.  Because I’ve had serious health issues for almost 25 years, I’m physically limited, so I’m fortunate that I have enough skills that enable me to piece together a livelihood.

Years after Artie Shaw quit the music business, he appeared on a TV talk show along with Count Basie.  Shaw asked Basie, “Why don’t you quit this business?”  Basie shrewdly replied: “What would I do?  Be a janitor?”  I understand intimately what Basie meant—at least, in my own way.  This is what we do.

I tell my students:  You’re being trained as jazz improvisers, and part of that skill involves being able to improvise a career.  Many of the onetime ways of making a living in music have evaporated or have sharply diminished.  Now more than ever, every tub, as the saying goes, has to sit on its own bottom.



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A Jazz Conversation with Ted Gioia

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Ted Gioia is one of my very favorite Jazz artists.[“Gioia” is pronounced “Joy-a”]


But I’ve never heard him play.


For me and his many other fans, Ted brings Jazz to life by writing books about it.


And what magnificent books they: grand in conception, well-researched and well-thought out and all are beautifully written.


Thankfully, many of the literary Giants of Jazz are still with us.


In Ted Gioia, it’s great to see a new one coming over the horizon to join their ranks.


If you have yet to read Gioia on Jazz, you are missing out on one of Life’s real joys.




How and when did music first come into your life?


I have a picture of myself seated at the piano at the age of 11 months.  A note in my mother’s handwriting mentions my interest in making sounds at the instrument.  The note says: “Baby likes to play piano and drink coffee.” You could still describe me in the same terms today, so many years later.


I didn’t start formal piano lessons until I was in fourth grade, but long before that I was playing by ear at the instrument.   For as long as I can remember, I was drawn to music.

What are your earliest recollections of Jazz?


I didn’t discover jazz until I was a teenager.  It is no exaggeration to say that my first visit to a jazz club was a life-changing event.  Up until that time, I had dabbled in both classical music and rock. But after my first experience hearing live jazz, I put both of those on the back burner.   From my mid-teens until my late twenties, I devoted around three hours per day to the piano. It was my great joy and solace—it still is.


Alas, in my early thirties, I developed arthritis.  This was nothing short of a personal crisis for me—and forced me to change how I saw myself and my calling in life.  I had to limit the amount of time I spent at the piano, and I needed to redirect my energies into other pursuits. My productivity as a writer is closely related to my inability to put all the hours into musical making that I once did.

What advice would you give to a younger jazz writer?


I would offer a few suggestions.  


First, always strive for honesty, even if it makes you unfashionable.  Instead of jumping on bandwagons, put faith in your ears and your own emotional responses to the music.  You will be surprised how often the consensus opinion will eventually come to match views of yours that once seemed hopelessly out of touch.  Nothing gets staler faster than the flavor of the month, but music that touches people’s emotions and delights their ears has a way of proving itself over the long haul.


Second, listen to music sympathetically, and try to understand where the artist is coming from, instead of imposing a one-size-fits-all ideology on what you hear.




Third, don’t write to try to impress other critics.  Write to serve your reader. Be suspicious of critics who don’t seem to give sufficient respect to their reader’s enjoyment of music.   I believe David Murray is the person who said it best: “People don’t want music they have to suffer through.” Jazz is not a form of penance—it is a means of enchantment.


Fourth, listen, study and learn.   Always try to expand your knowledge and musical horizons.


Five, try to write as well as you can.  Describing music in words is almost impossible, and the only path to success is through total commitment to finding the best words, the perfect phrase, the proper metaphor, the right style.


Six, don’t be afraid to show your love of the music in your writing.  Sometimes you may get attacked for doing this. You can wear those attacks like medals of honor.

What do you mean by finding the “right style” to write about music?


I have changed my writing style for every book.  The proper tone for writing about West Coast jazz is different from the approach needed for the Delta blues.  Listen to the music, and it will direct you to the right prose style.




Although you write about many topics, what made you decide to become a jazz writer?


I stumbled into being a jazz writer.  I wrote jazz reviews for my college newspaper as a way to get record companies to send me free albums.   I was financially strapped, and this was the only way I could find to get my hands on the music I craved.


Later I wrote my first book, a quirky work called The Imperfect Art.  I saw this book as a work of cultural criticism, but almost everyone else saw it as a jazz book.  From that moment on, I was perceived to be a jazz writer—which was fine by me. That said, I still see my interest in jazz as one part of a larger concern with issues of society, art and culture.


My recent book The Birth (and Death) of the Cool was, to some extent, an attempt to return to the approach I had followed with The Imperfect Art—namely to use jazz as a platform for discussing bigger cultural issues.

Is there a form of writing about jazz that you prefer: insert notes, articles, books …?


I fear that I am out of touch with the rest of the modern world.  I prefer to write long essays, but the marketplace wants short articles. I have learned the new rules, and have figured out to blog and tweet.  Still, my main interest is in writing in-depth works of criticism.

Conversations about jazz invariably turn to “impressions” and “favorites.” So let’s turn to “impressions;” who were the jazz musicians who first impressed you and why?”


The first jazz recordings I purchased were by Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck, Thelonious Monk, Bill Evans and Duke Ellington.  Around this same time, I also developed an interest in ragtime and early jazz. During my mid-teens I learned a number of Scott Joplin rag pieces, and also studied the music of Jelly Roll Morton.  But before my twentieth birthday, I began focusing on modern jazz. That included an intense immersion in bebop. Later I turned my attention to a wide range of post-bop styles. To some degree, I learned the jazz tradition in chronological order—starting with the earliest ways of playing jazz, and working forward.


Many jazz players would eventually influence my personal approach to improvisation, but I would call particular attention to Lennie Tristano, Lester Young, Charlie Parker, Keith Jarrett, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Paul Desmond, Chet Baker, Clifford Brown, Bud Powell, Art Pepper, Herbie Hancock, Paul Bley, Art Tatum, Lenny Breau, Denny Zeitlin and Wes Montgomery—as well as some of the names I already mentioned, especially Duke Ellington, Bill Evans and Miles Davis.




I also listen widely outside of the jazz genre.   Tango, Brazilian music, blues, contemporary classical music, movie soundtracks, singer-songwriters, choral music, you name it….I am always on the lookout for fresh new sounds.

Staying with your impressions for a while, what comes to mind when I mention the following jazz musicians:


Louis Armstrong?


Armstrong may well be the single most important individual in the history of jazz.   To understand his impact, you need to listen carefully to jazz before Armstrong, and then gauge what Louis added.  Compare King Oliver’s “Dipper Mouth Blues” from 1923 with Armstrong’s “Potato Head Blues” from 1927—and marvel over how far the art of jazz improvisation was pushed forward in just four years.  And almost entirely due to the contribution of a single person.


Duke Ellington?


I continue to return to Ellington’s music for inspiration.  I especially admire the music he made between 1938 and 1943.  During this period Ellington set a standard for jazz composition that no one has surpassed.


Lester Young?


As you know, I have a maintained a lifelong loyalty to the musical values of cool jazz.  And my allegiance is undimmed by my realization that jazz has always been primarily a hot art form.  Those who pursue a cool aesthetic must have the courage of their convictions—both because it is bloody hard to live up to its demands on the bandstand, where one invariably gets caught up in the heat of the battle, and also because the critics and opinion leaders in jazz have often been indifferent, if not actually hostile, to the cooler approach.  So Lester is more than just a musician for me; he is also a kind of hero and role model. No one did more than Lester to shape the values of cool jazz, and he did it in the face of intense opposition.


Musicians today could learn a lot from him—particularly in his ability to make a complete and satisfying musical statement in just 8 or 16 bars.   I also hazard to say that jazz would have a larger audience nowadays, if younger musicians came to grips with what Lester could teach them.

Dizzy Gillespie?


If you haven’t heard what Dizzy did in the 1940s, you won’t understand bop, and you won’t adequately comprehend how much he raised the bar for everyone else.  His playing on “Salt Peanuts” from 1945 may be the most exciting trumpet solo I’ve ever heard.


Shorty Rogers?


A beautiful player, an underrated composer and a lovely person.  I consider myself fortunate to have had the chance to meet with him and talk about his life and music.


Gerry Mulligan?


Another pioneer of cool jazz.   Gerry played the decisive role in establishing the cool aesthetic on the West Coast.  To some extent, critics began perceiving California jazz through the prism of Mulligan’s contribution.  This had an unfortunate side effect of obscuring the work of West Coast players who didn’t fit into the cool pigeonhole, yet you can’t blame Mulligan for that.   He had a fresh, uncluttered approach—as with Lester Young, Mulligan could be a valuable role model for jazz players even today.

Lennie Tristano?


I didn’t pay much attention to Tristano until I was in my early twenties.  But when I was studying at Oxford University, I performed in a quartet with a British saxophonist named John O’Neill—he later wrote some very well-known sax and flute method books—and he was a Tristano devotee.  John opened up my ears to Tristano. The more I listened to Lennie, the more I became convinced that he was a hugely important figure who had never received his due. I still feel that way. In many ways, Lennie was decades ahead of his time, especially in his concept of phrasing.


Miles Davis – John Coltrane?


I’m sure many jazz insiders are tired of hearing about Kind of Blue.  In the parlance of the music business, it is perhaps “over-exposed.”  Yet I still think this might have been the most talented jazz band to ever perform as a working group.  Miles and Trane each represent what sociologist Max Weber would have called “ideal types,” and to hear them perform together is magical, and will always be magical.

Bill Evans?


I cherish the 1961 Village Vanguard recordings made by Bill Evans, Scott LaFaro and Paul Motian.  This would be one of my desert island disks.

Wynton Marsalis?


Wynton gets a lot of criticism, but I believe he has made a substantial contribution to the music.  His best work will still be heard and admired many years from now. He has also matured into a fine ambassador for jazz, and a caring mentor to younger musicians.

Dave Brubeck?


Dave is an intensely creative artist who believes firmly in the process of improvisation—I suspect that he seeks to surprise and astonish himself when he plays, and this openness to the inspiration of the moment is one of the reasons why his recordings still sound so vital decades after they were made.   I admire his music, and I also admire him as a person. Mr. Brubeck is a class act.



The Imperfect Art: Jazz and Reflections of Modern Culture isyour first published book. What is the main theme of this work; how and why did this book come about?


I came up with the idea for this book while studying philosophy at Oxford.   I had the crazy idea that jazz could elucidate key issues in philosophy and aesthetics.  I began writing the book the day after I finished my final exams.


I take some pride in the fact that many people consider this one of the strangest jazz books ever written.  It definitely has maintained a cult following—I still hear from readers who respond favorably to its strangeness.




When you wrote West Coast Jazz: Modern Jazz in California, 1945-1960 [published 1992], this style of jazz had not been in practice for over 25 years. What motivated you to research and write a book-length treatment on the subject?


I grew up in Southern California, and felt a personal affinity to the West Coast jazz music of the 1950s.  I had heard too many smug critics dismiss this music as some sort of marketing gimmick. I disagreed vehemently with the conventional wisdom, and decided I wanted to try to change it.  So when my editor Sheldon Meyer asked me to write a follow-up jazz book to The Imperfect Art, I decided to make the plunge and write the history of modern jazz on the West Coast.


This was a brash decision.  I was too young to write the story of this period.  There were many jazz critics who had been active on the West Coast during that period, and they would have been in a much better position to write a book on the subject.  But people like Leonard Feather and Ralph Gleason had no intention of tackling this subject—like many of their peers, they were somewhat scornful of the West Coast tradition.  I stepped in to write the book, because the history needed to be documented and dealt with on its own terms. This book was a true labor of love.


I think the book had an impact.  In the years following the publication of West Coast Jazz, fewer and fewer critics offered up smug rebukes to this body of music.  The musicians associated with the West Coast started to get a larger dose of respect.  I like to think I played a part in this change.



What is the premise of your book The Birth (and Death) of the Cool? How did you arrive at the idea for this book? What are some of the consequences of the “death of the cool?”


Ever since I wrote my West Coast jazz book, I wanted to write a related book of cultural criticism that dealt with the nature of “cool” as a social force.  When I finally sat down to write the book, and pulled together my research—which I had been collecting for more than fifteen years—I came to the surprising realization that the essence of cool was under attack in the current milieu.  


This forced to me recalibrate my entire book.  Instead of writing a book on cool as a timeless concept—which I had originally envisioned—I needed to chart the rise and fall of cool over a half century period.  I studied this shift via motion pictures, books, television show, music, politics, business, religion and other spheres of our modern life.


The basic premise of the book is that post-cool attitudes and lifestyles are on the rise, and changing our cultural landscape.  As a nation, we are losing our cool, so to speak. The Birth (and Death) of the Cool has both fervent fans and detractors, and may be the most controversial thing I’ve ever written.



The New York Times labeled it “… one of the 100 notable books of 2008;” The Economist considers it to be “… one of the best books of 2008.” Talk a bit about why the subject of your book Delta Blues is so compelling and important?


When I was delving into jazz during my teens and twenties, I paid insufficient attention to the blues tradition.  I had concluded—mistakenly, I now realize—that blues was simple music. But as I matured as a music writer, I came to realize that the early blues was much richer and deeper than I had ever suspected.   During the course of the 1990s, my interests gravitated more and more toward traditional African-American music. I wrote a book on work songs and another book on the use of music in healing and ritual, and these projects further reinforced my sense of the power and depth of pre-commercial musical values.  At a certain point, I decided to make the plunge and immerse myself in the blues heritage. My Delta Blues book was the result of that process.  


Why did you decide to take on a book-length study of the History of Jazz? As Ken Burns found out, somewhat to his amazement let alone his consternation, when his television documentary on the subject aired on PBS, jazz fans seem to take exception to almost all aspects of his work, especially in terms of the artists he included and those he decided to leave out of his retrospective. How did you approach the project? Did you have a particular theme in mind?  What segments of the history are you particularly pleased with and are you satisfied with the reception the work has received from its reviewers?


I don’t think I would have had the courage to write an all-encompassing history of jazz without the support and encouragement of my editor at Oxford University Press, Sheldon Meyer.  He had confidence that I could rise to the demands of the project, and I worked hard to live up to his expectations. I was fully cognizant that Sheldon had served as editor for many of the finest jazz writers of recent decades—Whitney Balliett, Martin Williams, Gary Giddins, Gunther Schuller, Francis Davis, Stanley Crouch, Richard Sudhalter, Gene Lees, Ira Gitler and many, many others.  His advice and support were crucial to the whole endeavor.




How did I proceed?  I based my work on deep, intensive listening and aimed to convey to readers something of my own joy in the music, but also took seriously non-musical factors—I was always striving to place jazz in the proper socioeconomic and cultural perspective.  I aimed for scrupulous fairness—even when I presented revisionist views, I put them in the context of opposing perspectives, so readers could judge for themselves. Above all, I worked hard at my writing—I wanted the work to read like an unfolding story, and not just a compendium of facts.


I will leave it up to readers to decide on the ultimate success of the venture.  But clearly the response has been sufficiently positive to justify a revised and expanded edition of the work, which came out a few months ago.    


If you could write a next book about any jazz-related subject, who or what would be the focus of such a book?


My next book will be a study of the jazz repertoire.  It will be called The Jazz Standards.  This will be a fairly big book—a 200,000 word manuscript.  Oxford University Press will be the publisher.

Of all your writings about jazz over the years, which ones are among your favorites and why?


I have always written from a passion for the music.  I would be a more commercially successful writer if I paid more attention to what publishers and editors want, but I find it hard to operate that way.  My focus in writing has changed over the years, based on whatever I am most passionate about at time. I pick subjects that delight me, even if everyone else tries to dissuade me.  Because of this approach, I usually am most enthusiastic about whatever I am writing about on any given day.

What are you thoughts about blogs and websites devoted to jazz?


I visit the leading jazz websites almost every day.  As the mainstream media cuts back its coverage of jazz, blogs and web forums are filling the gap.   If you checked out the jazz bookmarks on my web browser, you would probably find around 40 jazz websites that I visit with some regularity.  


I realize that your interests are wide-ranging, but could you please conclude this “interview” by talking a bit about what excites you as you look out over the current jazz scene?


I try to listen to some new music every day of my life.   Some days, I may listen to as many as four or more new CDs.   This is an excellent practice, and I would recommend it to other music writers…and music lovers.


If you practice this kind of expansive listening, you will find that there are countless talented and exciting artists out there—and not always on the major labels.  Indeed, nowadays, they usually aren’t on the major labels.  I am especially struck by the global spread of jazz talent. Promising artists and interesting music are everywhere—but you need to put out the effort to find them, since you probably won’t hear them on the radio and you almost certainly won’t see them on TV.


In short, if you put in the time and energy necessary to hear what is happening right now—this year, this month, this week, this very day—you won’t be disappointed.  



Mike Barone - Master Arranger

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Within five minutes, or ten minutes, no more than that, you know that you are in the presence of incredibly talented big band arranger.


When listening to the Mike Barone big band perform them, all of his arrangements just seems to come together and to sound just right.


Whether its the way in which the melody is initially stated, the tempo, the backgrounds for the solos, the shout choruses and the ending – each arrangement is artistically inspired and masterfully crafted.


Mike was kind enough to grant the editorial staff at JazzProfiles a telephone interview for the express purpose of discussing how he approaches big band arranging.


Arranging for big bands is something that he has been doing for over 50 years, and yet, Mike’s completely unassuming when he talks about it as thought there is nothing special about what he does.


The other motivation for talking to Mike about this topic was we really enjoy his charts [musician speak for “arrangements”] and were curious about how he went about creating them.


Incidentally, for more detailed information about Mike and his career, visit his website, click on “Articles & Reviews” and scroll down to the interview he gave to Steve Randisi of Cadence Magazine on  September 1, 2006.


With Mike, it all begins and ends with arranger-composer Bill Holman – his single biggest influence.


According to Mike, the arrangement off Stompin’ at the Savoy that Bill wrote for Stan Kenton’s Orchestra in the 1950s“… changed my whole life. Bill had more ideas going on in that chart than some arrangers have in a lifetime.”


And like Bill, although Mike has some formal training, Mike’s arranging skills are largely self-taught.


Mike also credited Johnny Mandel and the late Gil Evans as additional influences on his writing for big bands and noted that the late Neal Hefti was a “great melody writer.” He also had words of praise for the late Benny Carter and Gary McFarland, respectively.


And, while not necessarily an inspiration for Mike in a big band context, the music of Charles Mingus is a big favorite of Mike’s.


When Mike talks about what goes into his big band arrangements, one gets the feeling that he takes everything into consideration from the tempo at which a particular piece is played to the musicians who make up his band at any given time.


In expanding a bit on the subject of personnel, Mike said: “My job as a band leader and as an arranger is to balance bringing good players together with great players.”


“I’m not trying to sing my own praises, but I’ve been around a while to the point where I got guys ‘standing in line’ to play in my band. New guys are always coming around and these young guys from the University of North Texas and the Masters program at USC are a windfall for me; and man can they play. Their reading skills are incredible”


Over the years, the high quality of the musicianship in Mike’s big band “… has made it possible for me to get an idea and just do it.”


“An idea will just come to me and I’ll start walking around the house singing it in my head.”




“One day, the pedal tone that bassist Paul Chambers plays on Miles Davis’ version of Someday My Prince Will Come was playing through my mind and I put together the introduction to my chart on I Won’t Dance using this figure. It’s just how my mind works sometimes.”


When I asked Mike why he often chooses older tunes such as I Won’t Dance, Yes Sir, That’s My Baby and When You’re Smiling, he commented: “There a challenge. Figuring out how to make them sound fresh and different is like solving a musical puzzle.”


“I get bored very easily, so what about the listener? A lot of these old tunes have great melodies so I like to work them through, sometimes changing keys, putting ensembles in certain ranges and finding another tempo for the tune.”


An excellent example of how Mike re-works a standard in this manner to given is an entire different feeling is his use of a medium bossa nova rhythm for his chart on the Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer standard – Blues in the Night.


To my ears, Mike does a superior job of voicing sections in unison to play the melody and alternating these sections for a set number of bars so that a portion of the tune is heard through the trumpets, and then perhaps through the saxes and then later through the trombones. He may alter this pattern subsequently and change keys to continue to embellish the sound of the arrangement.


And then there are the voicings within sections for as Mike said: “Finding the right notes is very important; you’ve got to know the range of each instrument and the ranges of each instrumentalist.”


Yet while all of this – and more – is going on, Mike’s arrangements never sound strained or forced; they just flow.


Another ingredient in the mix according to Mike  is “finding the right tempo; tempos are very important.”


A perfect example of the rhythmic flow that is so characteristic of Mike’s writing can be found in his arrangement of John Coltrane’s tune Grand Central which was originally performed by John along with alto saxophonist “Cannonball” Adderley on their Cannonball Meets Coltrane Emarcy LP.


“I just constructed my arrangement right off the record,” said Mike, “with the tenor on top of the alto in the unison line, but I used two tenors instead.”


The powerful pulse of the original performance is maintained throughout but Mike elaborations as a vehicle for tenor sax soloist EW and VT are astounding – he’s just all over this tune.


I don't know how many times I've played his arrangement of Grand Central but I still can't figure out how he incorporated and integrated the many ideas contained in it. See what you can discern as we have used Mike’s arrangement as the audio track to the following video.


Here are some guideposts to keep in mind:


- The “line” or melody is stated from 0:00 – 0:40 seconds; Grand Central is an AABA 32-bar tune
- Tenor saxophonist Ernie Watts takes a one chorus solo from 0:41 – 1:14 minutes
- Tenor Saxophonist Vince Trombetta solos for a chorus from 1:14 – 1:47 minutes
-  Following a 4-bar drum break by Paul Kreibich at 1:48 Minutes, the entire band plays a chorus in unison from 1:50 – 2:20 minutes
- a simultaneous solo involving the two tenor saxophones begins at 2:21 Minutes while the band “lays out” [does not play]; when the band comes back in behind them at the bridge, Mike has them playing “stop time”
- at 2:53 minutes the tenors beginning trading 8-bar solos with Vince taking the first 8-bars
- the band comes back in for a “shout chorus” from 3:13 – 4:14 minutes only this time Mike changes the key
- a 3-chord phrase from 4:14 – 4:19 minutes launches each tenor into a cadenza [a point at which the band stops playing, leaving the soloist to play in free time [without a strict, regular pulse] before the tenors restate the theme at 5:09 and close out the tune.




If you’ll excuse the analogy, listening to Mike Barone’s big band arrangements is like sampling a rich dessert, one that’s so full of flavors you wish it would never end.


In this case, the “flavors” are textures or sonorities – the way Mike makes the music sound.


People who cook know that there are no margins for errors when it comes to making desserts, everything has to be apportioned just right.


So it is with everything that Mike writes for his big band – everything just “lays” so right – proportionally.


With Mike it’s the little things. Using the Grand Central chart as an example:


- the band coming back in behind the tenor soloists at 0.57 seconds and 1:30 minutes;
- following the tenor solos with one of his own in the form voiced in unison for the entire band beginning at 1:50;
- the idea for the simultaneous tenor sax solos beginning at 2:21 minutes;
- ushering in the tenor sax cadenzas with three fanfare chords at 4:14 minutes.


And all of this – and more - is going on, and this is just in one of Mike’s arrangement!


Because of Mike mastery of big band arranging, I find it almost impossible to listen to any of his CDs at one sitting: there’s simply so much going on and so much to absorb that I have to stop and savor one chart before moving to the next one.


But then, the richness of what’s on offer in Mike’s creations makes it very easy to take pleasure in them at a slower pace.


Treat yourself to a sampling of music by Mike’s big band; I think you’ll find the experience of being in the presence of a master arranger to be a very rewarding one, indeed.




All of Mike’s CD’s are available on his website including one that was made in performance at Donte’s Jazz club in 1968 which offers a “then and now” some perspective on Mike’s writing.



A Conversation About Jazz with Mike Abene

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This is the sixth in series of Jazz interviews that have appeared on the blog and I consider each of them to be a hallmark of my work on JazzProfiles.


Previous interviews have featured conversations with Doug Ramsey, Ted Gioia, Gary Giddins, Howard Mandel and Bill Kirchner.


Each represents the epitome of what I hoped to achieve when I started these pages - in depth profiles of a particular individual’s contributions to, and/or perceptions of, Jazz and its makers.


Although we’ve never met, Mike Abene and I go way back to some of my earliest years in the music when I first checked out the records by the Maynard Ferguson Band of the late 1950s and early 1960s  Two in particular remain among my favorite Jazz recordings to this day: [A Message from Newport] featuring drummer Jake Hanna and [A Message from Birdland] featuring drummer Frankie Dunlop. Both recordings are still available as Roulette CDs and both are the epitome of exciting big band Jazz. Listening to Jake and Frankie on these sides was like attending a big band drumming clinic on kicks, licks and fills.


As Mike explains in the following interview, he came on the band in 1961 and joined an already impressive arranging corps made up of Don Sebesky, Slide Hampton and Willie Maiden.


Two aspects of Mike’s arrangements always impressed me: they swung, mightily, and their textures [sonorities] were drawn from an encyclopedia of big band Jazz arrangement elements. Mike has what musicians refer to as “big ears.” He hears everything, and I mean everything, and incorporates much of what he hears into his big band charts [arrangements], a characteristic that makes them constantly interesting and challenging.


I mentioned that the “texture” of Mike’s music is one of the qualities that made it so unique and so appealing to me, but what is a musical definition of “texture” which joins with melody, harmony and rhythm [meter] as a fourth building block used to create a musical composition?


Ironically, of the four basic musical atoms, the most indefinable yet the one we first notice is – “texture.”


“Texture” is the word that is used to refer to the actual sound of the music. This encompasses the instruments with which it is played; its tonal colors; its dynamics; its sparseness or its complexity.


Texture involves anything to do with the sound experience and it is the word that is used to describe the overall impression that a piece of music creates in our emotional imagination.


Often our first and most lasting impression of a composition is usually based on that work’s texture, even though we are not aware of it. Generally, we receive strong musical impressions from the physical sound of any music and these then determine our emotional reaction to the work.


Beyond the texture or sound of his music and the lasting physical and emotional impact it can create, Mike’s music is also heavily rhythmic – the most visceral and fundamental of all the musical elements.


Music takes place in time and like many great composers, Mike uses rhythms and the relationships between rhythms to express many moods and musical  thoughts. He uses rhythm to provide a primal, instinctive kind of foundation for the other musical thoughts [themes and motifs] to build upon.


This combination of powerful, rhythmic phrases and the manner in which he textures the sound of his music over them provides many of Mike compositions with a powerful almost magisterial quality.


Mike’s skills and talents are constantly in demand, both at home and abroad, and I’m very grateful to him for taking the time to address his thoughts to the following questions.


At the end of his responses, Mike has provided an overview of his career which I have left essentially unedited to give you some appreciation of the breadth and depth of his time in the World of Jazz.


Following this background information, I have appended video montages featuring four examples of Mike’s arranging skills.


Michael Abene has his own website which you can visit by going here.


If you are interested in Mike’s arrangements, these are on offer at ejazzlines.


How and when did music first come into your life?


As a young child growing up in Brooklyn. My father played guitar in the Freddie Green tradition and had a big band playing in the greater Brooklyn area. He was also a barber and would get home from a gig two or three in the morning and open up the shop seven or eight. After awhile the strain became too much and he decided to give up the band. The families would get together and party, singing, playing, eating and drinking. I had an aunt who played great stride piano but couldn’t read a note of music. When my father would play with her they hit a serious groove. I had an uncle who played drums, another who had a whole set of kazoos and an aunt who was quite a good singer plus my mother’s parents had a player piano and would sit there pumping away being totally mesmerized listening and watching the keys.


Did you play an instrument?


I started piano lessons for a couple of years when I was quite young, had more fun just playing than practicing.


What are your earliest recollections of Jazz?


My father had a record collection, 78’s of course, of Louis Armstrong, Earl Hines, the bands of Benny Goodman, Count Basie, some Ellington and some Dixieland. I remember playing those recordings over and over again.


Many conversations about Jazz invariably turn to “impressions” and
“favorites.” Okay, so let’s turn to “impressions; who were the Jazz
musicians who first impressed you and why?


As a young child, being a pianist, my favorites were Teddy Wilson, Earl Hines, Art Tatum. Teddy for his touch which later reminded me of Hank Jones and Tommy Flanagan. Earl Hines in the way he used his right hand and Tatum for sheer virtuosity and harmonic approach. When I was about eleven or twelve and listening to big band recordings I was curious of what the music would look like on paper and how did they do that. I started slowly transcribing some of the Benny Goodman and Basie charts. It was great ear training.


Staying with your impressions for a while, what comes to mind when I mention the following Jazz musicians:


- Louis Armstrong


Sound and and his time, loved the way he played quarter notes.
Loved the Armstrong/Earl Hines recordings especially. What more can
you say.


- Duke Ellington


Melody and orchestration. Again what more can I say. Sometimes I would hear “I love his music but not the band”. To me it was one and the same. I have been witness to where a wonderful group of musicians would play Duke’s charts and they never sounded the same. The notes were there but not the feel. Would love to have been a fly on the wall as they say to watch Duke and Strayhorn and how they came up with their ideas. I never get tired listening to the recording starting with Duke’s Jungle Band. The Blanton/Webster period will always be one of my favorite periods.


- Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker


Virtuosity. Bird’s incredible melodies based on blues and rhythm
changes. Dizzy’s big bands and the fact he was a great teacher and
you were not even aware of all that he was giving you. Incredible
music.


- Bud Powell


In his prime absolutely astonishing, the ideas just kept coming. One of my favorite recordings of Bud, one side is him playing solo with his originals and the other side with Buddy Rich and Ray Brown.


- Stan Kenton


Whether you agree with many of his musical decisions, Manny Albam told me he never told a writer what to write. Very open minded and some thrilling music came of it. I recently did a workshop with composition students focusing on the music that Bill Russo and Johnny Richards wrote for Kenton and the reaction was quite interesting. The music still sounds fresh. Needless to say they never heard of either of these composers. I understand George Russell wrote some music for Kenton, would love to hear it.


- Gerry Mulligan


When I first heard his quartet it was like “where’s the piano player!” After a while In fell in love with the sound, love the space. Of course it had to do with the fact that Mulligan was a superb melodist and soloist, thought like an arranger and had wonderful people like Chet Baker and Brookmeyer who were both superb melodists and soloists. Loved Mulligan’s big band writing  and was a big fan of his Concert Jazz band. Total original and loved the fact he recorded with people like Johnny Hodges and Monk.


- Shorty Rogers


Liked a lot of Shorty’s writing, both big band and small group. There was a period of West Coast records not only by Shorty but Lennie Niehaus, Bobby Enevoldsen, Bob Cooper amongst others emphasizing more orchestration ideas than the East Coast groups were doing. Some of the recordings featured more woodwinds, Bob Cooper for instance would play oboe. I just felt that as an arranger/orchestrator it was more interesting to me.


-Charlie Mingus


I am a major fan Mingus’ music. He could write some of the funkiest music and turn around and write some of the most sublime, beautiful melodies. You definitely hear the Ellington connection. Overlooking his sometime volatile personality, I thought he was great band leader. He and [drummer] Dannie Richmond played like one person. There was some wonderful surprises in his music even when performing existing pieces. Always wanted to play with him. One of my most favorite Mingus recordings was with Ted Curson, Eric Dolphy and of course Dannie Richmond. I believe it was on the Candid label and my favorite piece was an original called “All the Things You Could Be By Now If Sigmund Freud’s Wife Was Your Mother”. The whole recording has brilliant playing by everyone. Loved all his recordings.


- Miles Davis


I don’t remember when I first heard Miles but the Birth of the Cool records absolutely mesmerized me. The whole groove, the blending, the orchestrations, the use of the french horn and tuba, something I fell in love with after hearing the Claude Thornhill band which of course Gil Evans did a lot of the writing. Loved the Miles Prestige recordings, his sound, his note placement, use of space. When Miles first started to use electronics I was taken aback for a moment but realized there’s some great new shit happening. His ballad playing is one of the most beautiful sounds you will ever want to hear and his recordings with Gil was one of the greatest collaborations in Jazz.


- Bill Evans


One of the most remarkable pianists in the history of jazz. He could swing his ass off, his ballad playing sublime, wonderful accompanist, his original compositions extremely melodic. I love the fact that he elevated the trio format into three equal parts as opposed to pianist with a bass and drums. There’s a George Russell recording from the late 1950’s called “Concerto For Billy the Kid”. The personnel is Art Farmer, Hal McKusick, Barry Galbraith, Milt Hinton, Osie Johnson and Bill. His piano solo on that track is astounding. Beautiful touch.


- Manny Albam


I have the greatest respect for Manny as a writer, teacher, mentor and friend. Manny and Dick Lowenthal, who was the head of the Jazz Department at Manhattan School of Music at the time, wanted to know if I was interested in teaching Composition at the school. I told Manny I was basically self taught with no degree, he said my background and experience was my degree. I was also involved with Manny and Jim McNeely teaching at the BMI Jazz Composers Workshop. Two of my favorite Manny Albam recordings, but don’t remember the titles was The Jazz Greats of our time East Coast players [Vol. 1] and one with West Coast players [Vol.2]. Sorry if I don’t remember the exact titles. Just fun, happy good writing and playing. Miss him.


- Maynard Ferguson


I joined Maynard’s band in 1961. I had been playing with Don Ellis who had a quartet at the time. I believe the bassist was Jimmy Garrison and the drummer was Al Francis. This of course was before Don moved to the West Coast forming that innovative big band. Jaki Byard was the pianist on Maynard’s band at the time and he would sometimes come to Don’s rehearsal and play alto. By the way, Jaki was one of the most original pianist and composers; an all time favorite of mine. Anyway Jaki was leaving the band and asked if I was interested in coming on the band. Well my first gig was playing for a dance in Buffalo and then three weeks at Birdland. I started writing for the band almost immediately. Some of those charts were, What’ll I Do, Born To Be Blue, Fox Hunt, Knarf, Chicago, Whisper Not, Green
Dolphin Street, Cherokee, Airegin, I Believe To My Soul, Maryann.


Those are some of the ones I remember. I really enjoyed working with
Maynard, beside being a great band leader he let the cats play.
Sometimes it felt like playing in a small group, allowing the rhythm
section and soloists to stretch. Maynard was such a phenomenal
player, he knew the trumpet from bottom to top and was the most
incredible lead player. Can’t say enough good things about him, overall
a fun and creative learning experience. Made some good friends, Willie
Maiden, Lanny Morgan, Rufus Jones, Linc Milliman, Tony Inzolaco,
Ronnie McClure, Rick Kiefer, Don Rader, Kenny Rupp to name a few.


- Oliver Nelson


Big fan of Oliver’s writing and playing, “Blues and the Abstract Truth” being one of the great jazz recordings. At one time Oliver was living in an area of Long Island and had the opportunity to play with him and got into some interesting musical situations, very free and open. Got that really big fat sound out of a band. Always fun listening to his writing.


- Bill Holman


Always loved the way Holman could make a big band have the flexibility of a small group. Felt the same way about Mulligan and Brookmeyer. I remember hearing his writing as a very young teenager and it absolutely knocking me out. His line writing, the way he would set up the soloists, his approach to writing backgrounds, his rhythmic figures. A number of years ago I was out in LA producing a project for GRP Records and Holman would rehearse at [Musicians Union] Local 47. Lanny Morgan, who was playing on the band at the time, asked me if I wanted make the next rehearsal. It was very interesting sitting in the middle of the band and listening to all that wonderful writing first hand. Also realizing how deceptively difficult his music is. Always swinging.


Switching to the subject of “favorites:”
- What are some of your favorite Jazz recordings?


Have so many so here goes: Basie-Chairman of the Board,
Atomic Basie. Ellington-Far East Suite, Such Sweet Thunder, And His
Mother Called Him Bill, the Blanton/Webster Period. Most any Gil Evans
recording, Most any Miles Davis recording. Many Mulligan recordings
especially the those by the Concert Jazz Band. Any pianist Bill Evans
projects. George Russell recordings from RCA Victor with Art Farmer,
Hal McKusick and Bill Evans plus George’s sextets and most anything
by Clare Fischer. I have too many favorites.


- Who are your favorite big band arrangers?


Ellington, Strayhorn, Gil Evans, George Russell, Eddie Sauter,
Thad Jones, Brookmeyer, Gary McFarland, Bill Holman Jaki Byard, Tadd
Dameron for starters. There’s also George Handy and John Carisi, both
of them very under appreciated.


- Who are your favorite Jazz vocalists?


Louis Armstrong, Ella, Nat Cole, Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Billy
Eckstein, Dianne Reeves, Patti Austin, Chris Connor, Anita O’Day, Jon
Hendricks, Mel Torme, Joe Williams, Sarah Vaughan, Peggy Lee, Dena
DeRose and Shirley Horn for starters.


- Who among current Jazz musicians do you enjoy listening to?

Since I do a good amount of teaching in Europe I would like to
answer this question by mentioning some of the young writers and
players who I have dealt with and am sure you will be hearing about.
Writers like Emiliano Sampaio, Claudia Doefinger, Vincent Veneman,
Christoph Ressi, Viola Hammer, Simon Kintopp, Marco Antonio
DaCosta. Matyas Gaya, Matyas Bartha and Anil Bilgen all wonderful
pianists and trumpeter Skylar Floe.


Let’s talk about how you technically approached creating some of your arrangements:


How did you approach the arrangement you wrote for the GRP All-
Stars Big Band on Horace Silver’s “Cookin’ at the Continental?”


I believe that was from the last GRP All Star Big Band recording which was all blues based compositions. I had written two other charts for that project, “Misterioso” and “Aunt Hagar's Blues”. I was looking for something of Horace’s and decided on “Cookin’” mainly because I had come up with a way to reharm [re-harmonize] the line [melody]. After listening to Horace’s solo, I decided I wanted to orchestrate that solo and phoned my good friend Bill Kirchner and asked if he would transcribe it for me [off the record] and I would check it out.


Bill did his usual fine work. The most interesting part of course was how to orchestrate this [Horace’s] wonderful [piano] solo, making it work for the
band. I remembered Hall Overton’s great transcriptions of Monk’s solos. It took me quite a long time to figure out how to break up the solo so that it would sound as organic as possible. I hope I achieved that. I also used some of Horace’s comping behind the soloists.


How did you approach the arrangement of Cedar Walton’s “Bolivia” for The Metropole Orchestra?”


It was so many years ago I honestly could not give you a definite
answer. What I can tell you is that I have always enjoyed writing for
that Orchestra. The string section has some of the best phrasing due
to the fact, I believe, they have had the opportunity to work with Jazz
Composers over the years.


Please choose any arrangement you have done during your long
association with the WDR Big Band and describe/explain how you
constructed it.


This is by far the most difficult question and don’t know if I can
answer it. There were just too many projects.


Could you please describe how you plan and develop the music for
some of your larger orchestral projects such as Joe Lovano’s “Symphonnica,” Bireli Lagrene’s “Djangology” and Maceo Parker’s “Roots and Grooves/Soul Classics.”


In regards to the “Symphonnica" recording when Joe and I spoke
about what direction of the project I suggested that I would like to use
a symphony orchestra using his compositions except for Mingus’ “Duke
Ellington’s Sound of Love”.


Many or all of the pieces had been recorded in small groups format and Joe was curious, as was I, about placing them in a whole different setting. He gave me free rein, some pieces that were straight ahead, like “The Dawn of Time”, I came up with an eighth note groove. This idea worked on some other pieces. Some of Joe’s harmonies are sometimes unorthodox so it was challenging to use his thoughts and my reharm ideas. It was interesting because I made Joe re-think this material. The recording was nominated in three [Grammy] categories:Large Ensemble, Joe’s solo on the Mingus piece and my arrangement of the Mingus piece. Unfortunately we didn’t win in any
category. I love writing for symphony orchestra, sometimes in combination with a big band. Some artists I’ve written for in this context are Paquito D’Rivera, Patti Austin, Kurt Elling, Bireli Lagrene and the wonderful Dutch singer Fay Claassen.


Working on the “Djangology” project was a whole different mindset. My father had some of Django’s recordings so I was familiar with some of the pieces. It was interesting working with Bireli, he doesn’t read but is such a natural player and a fast learner. He was a little concerned at first in dealing with a big band and the fact there were all these charts. My wife, Gretchen, told Bireli to just watch me and I cued him when to play the melody, when to solo and when to comp, all of which he did magnificently. I had a wonderful time working with Bireli and tried to stay somewhat close to the original feel of the pieces and still throw my two cents in. We also did a second project with Bireli later with big band and symphony.


Working with Maceo was yet another mindset. If you’re going to work on this kind of a project he’s one of the cats. I’d rather do a good funk project than a bad jazz project. When writing for an artist like Maceo you kind of stay down the middle harmonically speaking, you can move a little bit, but remember the groove is most important which starts with the rhythm section.


Tell us a little about your recent book Jazz Composition and
Arranging in the Digital Age [Oxford]. How did the book come
about? What is the central premise?


I had been asked a couple off times in the past to write a book about my thoughts on arranging. I started to put these in writing but never finished. Being self-taught probably had something to do with my reservations about doing the book. When Richard Sussman approached me, his concept got my
interest immediately. Because of my schedule Richard did a good deal of the work, conferring with one another as the book was taking shape. We have had some great feedback and we are both proud of the result.


Could you close by spending a little time in describing what’s involved with your upcoming projects with upcoming projects include Randy Brecker and Chris Potter, and Tom Harrell.


The project with Randy and Chris was fun and challenging which I prefer all my projects to be. Working with Randy has always been musically satisfying not only because of his great playing but his great attitude. This was the first time I worked with Chris and it was a pleasure and I believe this is the first time Randy and Chris performed together for a whole project. Both have a different approach to composing. They are both interesting compositionally and harmonically; even in the length of their phrases. I listened to the
original recordings of the pieces to be used and found ways to add some reharm and expand the phrases to make it make it more interesting for a big band. Sort of “re-composing”.


Tom Harrell is one off the most interesting and original composers and players. He will write some of the most beautiful melodies and harmonies and then will write something that sounds fragmented with minimal harmony. One of my favorite compositions of Tom’s is “Obsession”, another is “Fountain”, two very different pieces. It’s a joy arranging his compositions aa they are always interesting. While there might be a lot of information in them they still left me room to add my thoughts.


Before I forget I did two wonderful projects fairly recently with a group called Metro, which featured Chuck Loeb on guitar, Mitch Forman on keyboards and Wolfgang Hafner on drums. The other was with Steps Ahead with Mike Mainieri, Bill Evans, Chuck Loeb, Tom Kennedy on bass and Steve Smith on drums. Both projects were with the WDR Big Band.”


Some background about Mike from Mike:


“I was born in Brooklyn and we moved to Farmingdale Long Island when I was about 13 years old. I always loved playing the piano and was always around music because of my father. I went to Farmingdale High School Where I heard the Farmingdale High School Dance Band under the direction of Marshall Brown, a person way ahead of his time as far as Jazz Education goes. I was absolutely knocked out listening to these students ages 13 to 17 playing doctored up Johnny Warrington and Basie style arrangements.


I was determined to play on the band and auditioned. Marshall Brown thought I had a good feel but my sight reading was not good so I spent the summer buying all kinds of music practicing my sight reading and made the band in the fall semester. Marshall was smart in that he knew who to ask to work with the band and that’s how I first met John LaPorta and Lou Mucci who rehearsed the band and became mentors. Marshall was eventually fired because the school board thought he was playing too much jazz.


Soon after that he and George Wein of the Newport Jazz festival with the support of the Lorillard's, [who made their fortune in tobacco] decided to audition and pick the best young musicians from the East Coast. It was called the Newport Youth Band and I and my good friend from high school, the talented saxophonist Andy Marsala were chosen. Some other members
were Ronnie Cuber, Eddie Daniels, Eddie Gomez, Jimmy Owens, Alan
Rubin (Blues Brothers) and drummer Larry Rosen, who along with Dave
Grusin, founded GRP Records. Once again John LaPorta and Lou Mucci
would rehearse the band. We had charts by LaPorta, Bill Russo, Fred
Karlin, Larry Wilcox, Ernie Wilkins, just to name a few of the arrangers.


I became interested in arranging at 14 years of age and learned by the
trial and error method. Whenever I would hear about some rehearsal
group or band, no matter what the instrumentation was, my father
would drive me, no matter where on Long Island we had to go. I had
some wonderful constructive criticism [of my arrangements]. After I got my driver’s license it made my father’s life a little easier.


One of my great learning experiences was when I started writing, arranging and playing keyboards on commercials. These helped me to develop my interest in rock, r&b and pop material. I guess I was one of the new group of studio musicians along with the likes of Steve Gadd, Rick Marotta, Bernard Purdie, Will Lee, Jerry Jemmott, Joe Beck, John Tropea, Dave Spinozza, Lew Soloff, Alan Rubin, Dave Taylor, Randy Brecker, Joe Shepley, Ronnie Cuber, Eddie Daniels, George Young, Joe Farrell. These are just a few of the many wonderful players involved in studio work at the time. I’m kind of jumping back and forth.


After the Newport Youth Band broke up I played with guitarist Sal Salvador’s big band and did some quartet gigs with him. Also in an area of Queens there were some wonderful musicians living there at the time; Buddy Tate, Selden Powell, Billy Mitchell, Oliver Nelson, and Jimmy Nottingham. I got the chance to play with all of them, talk about an education!!


I also was in Clark Terry’s band for a short while with Ed Soph on drums, Chris Woods on alto and unfortunately don’t remember the bass player’s name. I did some charts for Al Grey and Buddy Tate’s quintet. It was fun listening to those two together. While I was on Maynard’s band Don Elliott had a jingle company and he started calling me to play on some of his dates. I met his cousin, David Lucas, who was starting his own company and asked if I would be interested in writing for his company. As I said in an earlier paragraph it was a great learning experience and getting paid for it.


After I left David’s Company I worked for a gentleman named Marc Brown and the staff writers beside myself was Tommy Newsom and J.J. Johnson. Both beautiful people and we had a good working relationship. I started getting involved in producing for GRP Records through my good friend, the late Larry Rosen, the R of GRP.


The first record I produced was “Digital Duke” which won a Grammy for Mercer Ellington. I had a ball, some of the players were Norris Turney, Louis Bellson, Al Grey, Britt Woodman, Chuck Connors with guests Eddie Daniels, Branford Marsalis and pianist Gerald Wiggins. I went on to produce projects for Eddie Daniels, Billy Cobham, Dave Valentin, Happy Anniversary Charlie Brown, three Christmas cd’s of GRP artists and the three GRP All Star Big Band recordings of which I wrote some charts. All the records and some of my charts garnered Grammy nominations.


I’m sure all arrangers like writing for a band where the personnel was constant. It was my good fortune to become the Musical Director and chief Arranger/Composer for the wonderful WDR Big Band of Cologne Germany. I thought I would be there 5 years and it wound up to be 11 years. You really get to know the players and you start writing for them not just 18 players. You know what soloists to choose for a certain piece. I became spoiled because the reed section had many doubles at their disposal so when I would try to play some of this music with other bands of course there would be this lack of doubles. It was a wonderful experience and look forward to going back as a guest.


One thing I did want to mention was my association with Gary McFarland, really had an original sound. He and I did the arrangements for Grady Tate’s first vocal recording, “Windmills of Your Mind”. I was involved in writing and playing on projects for Armando Peraza and Cal Tjader and some others which I don’t remember. These were for Gary’s company Skye Records.


Beside my other commitments, for the last 7 years I have had a 50 percent Professorship at KUG Conservatory in Graz, Austria. I loved working with the students and the faculty. I believe it the oldest or one of the oldest Jazz schools in Europe and there is a good deal of Jazz happening in Graz. I never stop learning both as a pianist or Composer/Arranger and want to instill that feeling whether I’m a performer or a teacher. I’ve been lucky to have good mentors, John Laporta and to some extent Mel Lewis. My most favorite recording with
Maynard was “The Blues Roar” I did two Ray Charles tunes, “I Believe To My Soul” and “Maryann”. The rhythm section was myself, Barry Galbraith on guitar, Richard Davis on bass and Mel. We expanded the band, 5 saxes, 4 trombones, I think 2 french horns, 4 trumpets and I believe harp. I love working with students, learning from them and hopefully them from me. That will never get old. I’m sure there are names which I have forgotten to mention and will probably think of them sometime later.


I need to mention the person who has been by my side, who is my manager and business partner, that person being my wife Gretchen Hoffmann Abene. We have four wonderful children, Brenda, Kathie, Scott and Justin. Needed to say that before I sign off.”









The Art Ensemble of Chicago and Associated Groups, 21-CD Boxed Set on ECM

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The editorial staff at JazzProfiles recently received the 21 CDs and the accompanying 296 page booklet in this boxed set as a holiday gift.

While its prepares its own thoughts about this huge chunk of recorded music, we thought we’d share Ted Panken’s comments about it which appeared in the December 2008 edition of Downbeat with you.

Only 2,000 sets are being produced and offered at the bargain price of $100.00 retail, so if the music of “The Art Ensemble of Chicago and Associated Groups” appeals to you, acquiring the set sooner rather than later may prove to be a wise move on your part.

“In the comprehensive, 296-page booklet that accompanies ECM's 21-CD box set Art Ensemble Of Chicago And Associated Ensembles, label founder Manfred Richer states that, from the time he launched the label in 1969, it was his desire to work with Roscoe Mitchell, Lester Bowie, Joseph Jarman and Malachi Favors, who named themselves "The Art Ensemble of Chicago" after transplanting from Chicago to Paris in the summer of that same year.

The band's music, Richer writes, "seemed to propose a new and exciting model for improvised chamber music, opening a fresh chapter after the seismic achievements of Coltrane, Ornette and Cecil Taylor had brought 'jazz' to a culmination of sorts." That impression deepened after Richer witnessed AEC concerts in Paris and other cities, "where the polystylistic complexity of the music was paralleled by the uniqueness of the presentation, with movement, costumes, face-paint, and billowing clouds of incense smoke."


In 1978, after ECM producer Thomas Stowsand introduced Richer to the band, he recorded the Art Ensemble's Nice Guys, as well as the eponymous album by drummer Jack Dejohnette's band New Directions and trumpeter Wadada Leo Smith’s  Divine Love, each featuring trumpeter Lester Bowie.
Over the next four decades, Eicher generated four more AEC albums (Full Force, Urban Bushmen, The Third Decade and Tribute To Lester), and another 13 dates that embody what he describes as the "lines of influence radiating outwards" from it.

Prepared in acknowledgment of ECM's 50th anniversary in 2019, this compilation includes four Bowie-led albums from the 1980s—I Only Have Eyes For You and Avant Pop by Brass Fantasy, and The Great Pretender (an instrumental quintet with his then-wife, vocalist Fontella Bass) and All The Magic (a double-disc set-one features the same unit augmented by vocalist David Peaston; the other is a phantasmagoric solo recital by Bowie).
On In Europe, from 1980, Bowie again played with New Directions (which also featured guitarist John Abercrombie and bassist Eddie Gomez). A more recent DeJohnette location date. Made In Chicago (2015), features the leader with Mitchell and Henry Threadgill, his classmates at Chicago's Wilson Junior College in 1962 and 1963, and their mutual mentor, Muhal Richard Abrams (1930-2017). DeJohnette has led or been a sideman on more than 70 ECM sessions, beginning in 1971.

In addition to Mitchell's appearances with the Art Ensemble, the collection includes his double-disc 2017 extravaganza Bells For The South Side, which features nine musicians, including Tyshawn Sorey on trombone, piano, drums and percussion; Nine To Get Ready (1999) and Far Side (2010), both by The Note Factory; and two iterations of a 2007 project called The Transatlantic Art Ensemble, one led by Mitchell (Composition/Improvisation Nos. 1, 2), the other by saxophonist Evan Parker (Boustrophedon).

ECM's state-of-the-art production values are palpable on the recordings from 1978 to 1985. As Paul Steinbeck observes in his 2017 book, Message To Our Folks (University of Chicago Press), audio engineer Martin Wieland "accurately captures the Art Ensemble's unique sound spectrum while bringing out nuances in the high frequency range that had been neglected on the band's earlier recordings." Steinbeck quotes AEC percussionist, Famoudou Don Moye, as saying, "It sounds like us."

"I think Manfred showed people how to run a successful recording company," Mitchell remarked, perhaps remembering that Nice Guys and Full Force each sold 40,000 units in the United States alone. "They pay all the royalties, they're often present at the recordings, and they help with getting tours and concerts. They pay special attention to detail."

The oft-reserved Mitchell was particularly effusive about the box set's booklet, a feat of design ingenuity and editorial intelligence that does the music justice, augmenting well-reproduced album covers with a slew of archival documents and photographs, and essays by luminaries like George Lewis, Vijay Iyer and Steve Lake. "ECM has totally outdone themselves here," Mitchell exclaimed as he glanced through a digital version of the booklet. "They put some effort into this. These are serious people here."

As he spoke, Mitchell was thinking of the next episode in AEC's relationship with ECM— an October recording session in Ann Arbor, Michigan, to be released in conjunction with the group's appearance at the 2019 edition of the Big Ears Festival in Knoxville, Tennessee.”

"This is exciting," Mitchell said. "I'm ready to get back to my eight hours of practicing a day."
—Ted Panken



Veryl Oakland - "Jazz in Available Light"

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Another of the holiday gifts received by the editorial staff at JazzProfiles is Very Oakland’s Jazz in Available Light and while we prepare a blog feature about this magnificent set of Jazz photographers here’s a preview of coming attractions from Phillip Lutz which appeared in the December 2008 edition of Downbeat with you.

REDISCOVERED PHOTO TREASURES

“From   the 1960s  through the  '80s, Very! Oakland wielded his camera the same way an improviser might his axe — snapping photos of jazz musicians in the moment, with only his wits, experience and the stimulation of his environment to guide him.

The photos, an invaluable contribution to the history of jazz, were stored in what seemed like a secure spot in Oakland's home in Sacramento, California. Then, in 1990, a flood engulfed the home, damaging priceless negatives and prints.

"I had pretty much written the whole thing off as a lost cause," Oakland said. "It took me 20 years to get out of the funk."

But that he did. In 2010, with the encouragement of his daughter, he began the painstaking work of sifting through what remained. In the process, he discovered a treasure trove of salvageable material that he has compiled in a beautiful, 9- by 12-inch coffee-table book titled Jazz in Available Light (Schiffer) www.schifferbooks.com

The hefty tome, for which Quincy Jones wrote the foreword, contains 340 black-and-white photos, strikingly displayed with accompanying text by Oakland. All the photographs were shot using natural light, lending them an improvisatory quality that, given the art form that is the book's subject, strengthens their impact.


The artists are depicted engaging in a variety of activities — Joe Zawinul sawing limbs off a tree, Joe Henderson peering through a telescope - in or near their California homes. Even more revealing are the photos that document musicians in the act of creation. Among those shots, some of the earliest — when Oakland himself was new to the process and coming at it with a fresh eye — seem particularly illuminating. Among those early pictures, one each of Rahsaan Roland Kirk and Bill Evans stand out.

At a Sunday matinee in April 1967, Oakland caught the charismatic Kirk at San Francisco's Jazz Workshop. As usual, Kirk was playing multiple horns — often simultaneously — and creating a spectacle that the camera loved, though on that afternoon, the light at the North Beach club was unpredictable. Oakland recalled that he did not have the highest expectations for the photos.

But when he saw them, he was moved — so much so that, on a whim, he sent several rolls of film to DownBeat, which used a shot for the cover of its May 18, 1967, issue. The sale to DownBeat yielded Oakland's first paycheck for his photography. The magazine cover — depicting Kirk blowing into three mouthpieces—is reproduced in the book.

Two years later, in April 1969, Oakland had another pivotal experience, this time with Evans at Bear's Lair, an intimate basement room at the University of California, Berkeley. By the late '60s, jazz fans were accustomed to seeing Evans hunched over the keys and profile shots of the pianist in such a position were legion.

What happened next produced a shot that will be far less familiar. In the confines of the small room, Oakland said, the creative tension attendant to Evans' pianistic restraint had become intense. Armed with a telephoto lens, Oakland moved to the rear of the space and, facing Evans' back, began snapping just as the pianist's head disappeared from view. One remarkable shot — an illusory image of a headless torso playing a piano — suggests a man literally being absorbed by his instrument.

"It gave me the shivers," Oakland said.

His ability to find the telling moment in disparate subjects indicates a capacity for genuine empathy. That capacity is nowhere more evident than in the book's epilogue. In it, Oakland discusses Phineas Newborn Jr., a prodigious pianist who suffered from mental illness and died penniless. In a 1975 shot taken at Los Angeles' Shrine Auditorium, Newborn, with a joyless gaze, stares straight into Oakland's lens. To Newborn's left is organist Jimmy Smith in an ebullient mood, hoisting a can of beer above his head.

The image will haunt many readers, but could draw new attention to Newborn's work. "It gives me an opportunity to reinvigorate his standing with a lot of people," Oakland said.

This book, it's fair to say, might do the same for Oakland.”                                  —Phillip Lutz

Veryl has a dynamite blog which you can locate by going here.



Sophisticated Giant: The Life and Legacy of Dexter Gordon by Maxine Gordon

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“He did everything wrong and it all turned out right.”
— Dizzy Gillespie


“What was it about Dexter? Well, besides his music, he was sort of the bridge between Charlie Parker on the alto and what became possible on the tenor saxophone. Dexter's playing was always an amalgam, to me, of everything that came before, of course. But he was also that bridge—so a lot of the guys that were getting into bebop at that time, they all liked Dexter. He wasn't doing what Charlie Parker was doing, no. You know, he didn't play Charlie Parker on tenor; he played Dexter Gordon on tenor. But he was playing music that had the same qualities, really.”
—Sonny Rollins


“When Dexter played, everybody listened. He could really power you off the stage if you were up there with him. Long Tall Dexter. He will never be forgotten.”
—Jimmy Heath'


By now, you’ve probably read one or more reviews of Sophisticated Giant: The Life and Legacy of Dexter Gordon by Maxine Gordon - all favorable I’m sure.


Rather than add to this number, I thought I’d approach things a bit differently by offering a synopsis of the book: instead of sharing my opinion of the book, I thought I’d put forth information about what’s in the 20 chapters that comprise it.


Maxine’s book is truly a biography; not an appreciation, or an evaluation and analysis or a study or treatment, but the story of the evolution of a soul from beginning to end as it existed on earth.


As such, it helps the reader understand how Dexter Gordon evolved into one of the most formidable tenor saxophonist in modern Jazz during the second half of the 20th century.


At this point, let me clearly state that no review or synopsis can do justice to Maxine’s beautifully written and very informative book about Dexter. It deserves to be read from cover-to-cover to gain the full sense of the cogent and coherent manner in which she tells Dexter’s story.


But whether you come to this book via its many laudatory reviews or by way of this equally commendatory synopsis, if you are a Jazz fan, you owe it to yourself to read this book because it is one of the best Jazz biographies ever written and, trust me, I’ve read a lot of them over the course of the ten years I’ve been writing this blog.


Another distinguishing feature about Maxine’s Dexter bio is that it’s not just researched - she lived a portion of his story with him as his manager and as his wife. This allows for both objective and subjective perspectives on Gordon’s life.


Here are excerpts from each of the book’s twenty chapters which I hope will form a helpful overview of how Maxine goes about the business of bringing “to life” an iconic Jazz musician who’s only regret was: “I never got to play in the Count Basie Band - the Lester Young chair.”




Chapter 1 - The Saga of Society Red


“Dexter Gordon was known as "Society Red." He got this name when he was with the Lionel Hampton band as a seventeen-year-old in 1940—just about the same time Malcolm X (then Malcolm Little) was being called Detroit Red. Dexter wrote a tune with that title and decades later, when he began working on his autobiography, he decided to name it The Saga of Society Red. The irony of that nickname has many levels and it became an "inside" jazz nod to an earlier time when young Black men konked their hair and wore zoot suits.”...


“The result of my promise to finish his story is this book, which sets out to give a meaningful portrait of one of the world's most influential and beloved jazz icons, my husband and former partner in the so-called jazz business, tenor saxophonist, composer, and Academy Award-nominated actor Dexter Gordon. The Dexter Gordon story is the story of the phoenix rising. He was a towering figure at six feet five inches, the epitome of cool, the musician who translated the language of bebop to the tenor saxophone, the man who disappeared for a decade into drugs and jail terms and managed to emerge with a sound to be heard, the musician who left the States for a gig at Ronnie Scott's Club in London in 1962 and returned fourteen years later to standing ovations in New York City, the musician who made a movie with French director Bertrand Tavernier and got nominated for an Oscar for best leading actor. One could tell the story of his life in shortcut by perusing the titles of some of his most significant albums: Resurgence, Go, Our Man in Paris, Homecoming. Dexter Gordon believed in life and in music. He loved being a jazz musician, and although his life was complicated with some very dark, very low moments, he was not a man to burden himself with regrets. In fact, Dexter was not even sorry to run out of time before he could finish his book, probably because he knew I would. No, "Society Red" left this world a very contented man. When asked if he had any regrets, he replied, "Only one. I never got to play in the Count Basic band—in Lester Young's chair."


Chapter 2 - An Uncommon Family


“When Dexter walked into a room, he did not go unnoticed. It wasn't only his height, good looks, and wardrobe—people were drawn to his charm and flair. This flair began at an early age. It came from seeing Duke Ellington with his parents when he was seven years old and remembering how they looked and behaved and always wanting to be like those men up on the stage. But it also came from his family—his father, Dr. Frank Gordon, and his grandfathers, Edward Baker and Frank L. Gordon. These were fearless men who forged new lives in new places and were "fighting for survival."”...


“Dexter talked quite often about his father and his love of music, and believed that Frank would have been very pleased to know that his son had become a musician. He recalled going on house calls with his father in his Model A Ford and waiting for him as he attended patients in the fancy homes in the Hollywood Hills. Dexter said his father made house calls to some famous white patients, including movie stars (or so the story goes), while most of the patients who came to his office on Jefferson, off Central Avenue, were from the neighborhood, which was known as the Eastside. On many evenings Frank would go to the bar at the Dunbar Hotel to meet with friends, many of whom were musicians as well as patients, including Duke Ellington and Lionel Hampton.


Dexter told the story of Ellington visiting the Gordon home for dinner and his mother preparing her specialty, spaghetti and meatballs, specifically at Mr. Ellington's request. There would be a big fuss in the neighborhood whenever Ellington arrived, and Dexter's friends would come by to peek through the windows for a glimpse of the great man. Dexter was allowed to sit at the table for dinner but he had to promise to remain quiet and use his best manners.


Tragedy struck on Christmas Eve 1937 when Dexter was just fourteen years old. Ellington recalled the moment in his book Music Is My Mistress: "I had made a date to meet my Los Angeles doctor . . . Dexter Gordon's father, in the bar of the Dunbar Hotel on Forty-first and Central at four o'clock Christmas morning. A friend came in right on the nose and told me the doctor couldn't make it, because he had just died of a heart attack. That completely ruined my chances of a happy Christmas celebration.""


“Dexter often laughed about the way his biography was usually presented in jazz publications: "He was born in Los Angeles, his father was the first Black doctor there (not true, he was the second), he went on the road with Lionel Hampton, recorded on Dial and Savoy, had a drug problem, went to jail, went to Europe, came back, made a movie, got nominated for an Oscar."Life is far more complicated than a career sketch would have us believe. What does it take to be a jazz musician? How did they manage to survive the road, the indignities of racism, and the struggle to create beauty as what Sonny Rollins refers to as "artists in an artist-hostile society"?


Dexter's story weaves its way through Madagascar and France, through Canada, Tennessee, Kentucky, the Dakota and Wyoming Territories, and to the city of Los Angeles at the turn of the twentieth century. The family includes doctors, musicians, a famous military hero, and a locally legendary barber. It's no wonder Dexter loved to describe himself with the line once uttered by his friend the great tenor saxophonist Junior Cook: "I'm not just your ordinary B-flat. "


Chapter 3 - Education of an Eastside Altar Boy


“When Dexter was born, on February 2,7, 1923, African Americans in the city of Los Angeles made up only 2. percent of the total population of about 940,000 people. Dexter's father, Dr. Frank A. Gordon, was just the second Black physician to practice medicine there. Frank, Gwendolyn, and their only child, Dexter, lived at 238 East Forty-Fifth Street in the neighborhood known as the Eastside. I learned a great deal about what coming of age there was like for Dexter and his friends from a group of those friends who gathered for a "roundtable social" in February 1998 at the venerable Dunbar Hotel on Central Avenue. The group, assembled at my request by Dexter's good friend Clint Rosemond, called themselves the "Eastside Elders," and the first thing they stressed to me was the proper usage of the neighborhood's name. It had to be "Eastside," one word, and never "East Side" as it is in what must be hundreds of other American cities and towns.””...


“The day after the Eastside Elders social, I went to St. Philip's Episcopal Church to examine its records and see if Dexter really was an altar boy as he had said he was. In fact, it was true. Dexter, [the saxophonist Jackie] Kelso, and also James Truitte (the renowned dancer with the Alvin Ailey Company) had all been altar boys in the church.” …


“When it was time for high school in 1938, Dexter first attended Manual Arts for a year and then transferred to Jefferson High primarily because of the band director, Sam Browne. Dexter's classmates at Jefferson included Chico Hamilton, Jackie Kelso, Vernon Slater, L.amar Wright Jr., Vi Redd, and Ernie Royal. There were a few disciplinary incidents, such as lateness and unexcused absences, that led to transfers, first to Polytechnic High School and then back to Manual Arts, but Dexter continued to study music at Jefferson.


Of the many music teachers in Los Angeles, undoubtedly the most influential were Lloyd Reese and Sam Browne. While both men received classical training, they nevertheless left their mark on the Los Angeles jazz world. Browne, a former student at the Wilkins School of Music, earned degrees in music and education from the University of Southern California and headed the music department at Jefferson High School. He had graduated from Jefferson but had a long and hard fight to get the position as band director at the school. All the other teachers were white and some transferred out when he was hired in 1936. In addition to Dexter and his contemporaries, Browne helped develop such jazz notables as Horace Tapscott, Sonny Criss, Frank Morgan, Big Jay McNeely, Marshal Royal, Art Farmer, and Don Cherry.”...


Chapter 4 - Leaving Home


“Dexter loved to tell the story about the phone call that afternoon in 1940:


The voice on the phone said, "This is Marshal Royal."
I said, "Yeah, who is this really ?" and hung up. I thought it was one of my school friends playing a joke on me. I was seventeen years old. The phone rang again and the man said, "This is Marshal Royal. Would you like to come over to Lionel Hampton's house and audition for him? "


So we went down to Hamp 's house for a little session, we blew a while and that was it. Three days later we were on the bus, without any rehearsal, cold. I was expecting to he sent home every night.


Marshal Royal was a music legend in Los Angeles. He was born in 1912 in Oklahoma and came to Los Angeles when he was five years old. Dexter always said that he owed his entire career as a saxophone player to Marshal and thanked him many times for not sending him home when he first joined the band. Dexter's high school friend Ernie Royal was Marshal's younger brother, and it was he who recommended Dexter to Marshal for the Hampton gig.” …


“One of Dexter's favorite stories was about a night in 1943 during a stop in New York with the Hampton band to play an engagement at the Apollo. That night at Minton's Playhouse was his second encounter with his idol, Lester Young, and a first with Ben Webster.”...


I tiptoed on the stand and found a chair behind "the Masters." Monk laughing and mouthing, "What you doing up here, boy?" I gave him my chicken-shit grin and pointed to my boys, grinning in the corner.


Fortunately, the hand was playing a known standard tune, "Sweet Georgia Brown." Monk gave me the OK and I began to play. My boys were hollering and in a little way I was sounding good. After eight bars, Ben says, " Who the hell is this?" In order for him to turn around he had to use his whole body because his neck was naturally and permanently stiff. There I was staring into these bulging Frog eyes. I almost swallowed my mouthpiece. On the other hand, after a half chorus, Lester stretches and casually, coolly, looks back and gives me the once over.” …


Chapter 5 - Pops


“Dexter joined the Louis Armstrong Orchestra in May 1944 and stayed for six months, until November 1944, when he got an offer to join the Billy Eckstine band. This experience shaped Dexter's life in many ways. He was forever grateful to Louis Armstrong for liking his sound and giving him the chance to play. But mainly he was grateful for the time he got ro spend with the great man, observing how he treated people and how he brought so much beauty to the music. Dexter always paid tribute to Pops, and if he had won the Oscar in 1987 for his role in Round Midnight, he was going to say, "I would like to dedicate this award to Louis Armstrong for devoting his life to the music we love." Then he was going to sing "What a Wonderful World." If anyone ever said anything disparaging about Louis, which was fashionable at a certain time. Dexter would get out of his seat and stand up and remind the person that there would be no possibility of making a living as a jazz musician without the sacrifices made by Louis Armstrong. He would also remind people that it was Louis who in 1957 was quoted in the newspapers saying, "The way they are treating my people in the South, the government can go to hell. It's getting so bad a colored man hasn't got any country." He also reminded people that Louis said President Eisenhower had "no guts" to let Arkansas governor Orval Faubus call in the National Guard to prevent black children from integrating Little Rock's Central High School.”


Chapter 6 - Blowin’ The Blues Away


“As soon as Dexter got that call to join the Billy Eckstine band while he was still working with Louis Armstrong in September 1944, he knew right away that he had to say yes. He explained to Louis that the young musicians with Billy were trying to do something new and that he would have to leave the Armstrong band. Louis said he understood and that Dexter could come back if things didn't work out.


That something new was the early days of bebop. At the same time that the war was coming to an end, Black culture exploded with unprecedented exuberance and innovation. For musicians like Dexter, that meant breaking out from the constraints of the traditional dance hands and allowing improvisation to extend into unknown places. Dexter said that the "young turks" wanted to express a social statement through their music. They were developing their own lifestyles around the new music at a time when things were moving very fast for them and for the world. Many of these young beboppers had stayed out of the army. Dexter said that they were committed to making a change. "It was a revolution," he said. Instead of endless repetitions of swing standards, the young beboppers—Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, and others—evolved into masters of a dazzling new improvisational poetry, every night reinventing their music with new harmonies, tempos, rhythms, and complexities. Exuberant audiences started leaving the dance floors to fill a growing number of intimate jazz clubs and larger concert halls across the country.” …


He often said that the Billy Eckstine hand was the hippest band ever and that all the musicians took the message of bebop with them when they moved on from "the band." Of all the bands they would join or know, Eckstine's was the one that was always referred to as simply "the band." Dexter wanted to let the world know what it was like to be with those great young musicians and to show how dedicated they were to the music and to each other. The [sketched out] screenplay was the beginning of a project he was serious about but that he never got to complete, and it reminds me of all the ideas he had when he sat in that garden in Cuernavaca reflecting on his life.”


Chapter 7 - Business Lessons


“A search for Dexter's first recording contract with Savoy Records begins ' with a flight to Atlanta and a sixty-mile drive to the Madison, Georgia, headquarters of Denon Digital Industries, which was a subsidiary of the Japanese electronics giant that owned the record label Nippon Columbia. Nippon had bought the Savoy label and catalog from Joe Fields of Muse Records, who had bought it from Arista Records, which had acquired it after the death of Herman Lubinsky, who had founded Savoy in 1941.2 In a storage room, I pored through dusty and moldy cardboard boxes marked "Dexter Gordon" filled with old files, letters, and contracts. It was well worth the effort because I found some treasures that I didn't know still existed.


The other invaluable source of information on Savoy Records comes from Teddy Reig, the A&R (artists and repertoire) man for Savoy who tells his life story in Reminiscing in Tempo: The Life and Times of a Jazz Hustler, written with Ed Berger. Reig is the best source for details on Savoy's business practices. The preserved letters and contracts are invaluable in helping us trace the steps through these early years of jazz recording. Whenever I begin a discussion of what I call "the political economy of bebop"—that is, the role of public policy in influencing the economic and social welfare of the musicians—most people sigh and their eyelids grow heavy. But this information helps us understand the lives of the musicians we admire and the music from which we continue to find inspiration.” …


“Copyright ownership is an important part of the story of the political economy of bebop. Starting with the recordings for Savoy and Dial Records in the 19405 and continuing all the way to the present day, the record companies (with some notable exceptions) owned the compositions recorded on their labels. Simply put, copyright ownership gives a publisher the exclusive right to market a composition on records, radio, sheet music, and even in movies, television, and theatrical performances. The publisher collects money from all those uses and then distributes payments, in the form of royalties, to the record label and to the composer. Typically, the record label would receive most of the money, ostensibly because it shouldered the costs of production, manufacturing, distribution, and marketing. Very often the publisher and the record label were essentially one and the same, as with Savoy Publishing and Savoy Records. This is what made the record business so very lucrative—for them. What made it even more lucrative was a copyright law that so heavily advantaged a wealthy company staffed with highly paid lawyers against mostly young, inexperienced musicians usually without any significant legal or financial guidance. In almost every case, for a little bit of money and vague promises of future wealth, these young musicians would willingly sign away their work, often forever.” ...


Chapter 8 - Mischievous Lady


“[Trombonist] Melba [Liston] was just sixteen in 1942, when she joined Local 767, the Colored Musicians Union in Los Angeles, so that she could take her first professional job as a member of the Lincoln Theater pit band. We tend to think of the postwar generation of innovative musicians as fully grown artists who made the world anew and blew the culture open with
their revolutionary sound, but it is important to remember how young they were at these key moments in their own creative lives and in the changing cultural times. The environment around Los Angeles, and Central Avenue in particular, allowed for a community of young musicians to grow musically and socially. These relationships were formative and in the case of Dexter and Melba led to a friendship that lasted throughout their lives. The musicians lived near each other, many in the Central Avenue area or, simply, the Eastside, and they spent hours practicing together in living rooms and garages before and after school.” …


“In 2012 I did ask Melba's longtime collaborator and friend, pianist and composer Randy Weston, if he thought Melba was mischievous and why Dexter would choose "Mischievous Lady" as the name of his song for her. "Well, she definitely was," said Weston. "Because she was like Monk: very few words spoken. The only time she was speaking was when she got angry. And when somebody messed up her notes in the band"—he laughed—"you might hear a few expletives. But she was a very quiet person . . . And she has that aura about her ... She had that kind of—Dexter was right—kind of a mystic quality. Some people have some kind of a magic that you can't explain. And you know we were together for many years, but there are some things I couldn't explain."


What we can explain, though, is how crucial she was to the community of musicians who rightly called her "Mama," first among equals and a mischievous lady in all the right ways. In Melba Liston's life, there were many times when the relationship with fellow musicians was not as harmonious as hers was with both Dexter Gordon and Randy Weston. We know that she suffered insult and abuse, but we also know that she did not let anything or anyone stop her from her music. In Jamaica, she was "Mama" again. Her students revered her, and one of them, the renowned reggae saxophonist Dean Fraser, wrote and recorded the song "This One's for Melba Liston" after her death in 1999.


There are diverse layers and aspects to the "Mischievous Lady" recording session and Dexter's tune written for Melba. This close focus on that day in 1947 illustrates the importance of musical apprenticeship, jazz culture, and the friendship at the heart of it all. The trajectory of Melba's career was forecast on that day: musicianship will trump gender stereotypes.”


Chapter 9 - Central Avenue Bop


“Jazz history is often recounted as a sequence of turning points, a journey from one seminal moment to another, lingering at the milestones where everything—cultural, aesthetic, and even political—supposedly coalesces into "the new." One of these moments occurred at the Elks Hall on Central Avenue in Los Angeles on July 6, 1947. On that evening, Wardell Gray and Dexter Gordon locked musical horns, battling each other and driving the audience into a furious frenzy with their tenor saxophones. Portions of the night's playing were released on a series of four 78-rpm discs on the Bop! Records label. Appropriately titled "The Hunt," this two-tenor duel, with Wardell and Dexter alternately chasing and outdoing each other, was spread over eight sides of three minutes each.


Apart from the sheer excitement of the battle, why was this concert so mythological and historically significant? After all, the two musicians had dueled before; one month earlier they had recorded "The Chase," a much more commercially successful recording, which was released on Dial Records on two sides of a 78. "The Chase" was so successful—it outsold all of Dial's other titles at the time, even Charlie Parker's—that "The Hunt" was marketed primarily as a Gray-Gordon duel, although their session was only part of a full night's gig that included musicians such as Howard McGhee, Sonny Criss, and Hampton Hawes, playing brilliantly on trumpet, alto saxophone, and piano, respectively. The 1947 musical battle-cum-duet that followed two nights of Independence Day celebrations has become a deliverance moment for that ubiquitous postwar jazz style, bebop. That the concert has become sanctified should be no surprise, though, given the quality of the playing, the mythic quality of the venue, and the stature of the other players who were on hand that night.


The two-tenor battle has been a key element in jazz performance ever since, but Dexter and Wardell were the quintessential hebop tenor-battle musicians. (Al Cohn and Zoot Sims, Sonny Stitt and Gene Ammons, Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis and Johnny Griffin, and John Coltrane and Sonny Rollins carried on the tradition.)


Dexter:


“It wasn't like somebody would say, "I can play better than you, man," but actually . . . that's what it was. You'd think, damn, what the f**k was he playing? You'd try to figure out what was going on. To a degree, that was one of the things—to be fastest, the hippest. The tenor player with the biggest tone—that takes balls, that takes strength.”


The classic form of the duel, following call-and-response tradition, calls for the tenor players to first trade choruses of thirty-two bars, then sixteen bars, then eight, then finally four-bar phrases flashing back and forth at breakneck speed. At just under seven minutes in length, "The Chase" was one of the longest jazz recordings of its day, but this did not seem to deter fans.”


Chapter 10 - Trapped


“When Dexter began to write his life story in earnest while we were living in Cuernavaca, he would take out his yellow legal pads and his sharpened pencils and make notes. … We looked at photos together, and when we got to Herman Leonard's famous "smoke" photo of Dexter at the Royal Roost in 1948, he started to get a bit glum. I asked him why.


He said, "Things didn't go too well after that. There was a rocky road ahead for a while."


He then moved straight to 1960, when he got a job in Los Angeles with the play The Connection, writing the music for the production and recording it for Riverside Records at Cannonball Adderley's insistence. He then started to write about getting his passport, being invited to London by Ronnie Scott, and his fourteen-year sojourn in Europe.


I said, "Dexter, you left out a decade from the outline."


"I know," he said.


I pointed out that one could not write an autobiography and exclude an entire decade. What about the 19505? He just looked far away with a kind of wistful expression, and then turned to me and said, "If you want the fifties in the book, you will have to write it yourself. I don't want to think about it or talk about it or write about it." That was the end of the conversation.


When Dexter was adamant about something, when he had a certain expression on his face and a certain tone in his voice, there was absolutely no possibility of changing his mind. There was no space for nagging, cajoling, convincing, arguing. The discussion was over. He was not going to talk about the 19505 and that was that. (Of course, over the years Dexter did speak occasionally about some of his experiences in the 1950s, including his times in prison, but he still never wanted any of it to be in his book.)
Okay, so ... "If you want it in the book, you will have to write it yourself."


I could not have written this part of the book without the help of Hadley Caliman. Born in Oklahoma in 1932., Hadley moved to Dexter's Los Angeles neighborhood in 1940 when he was eight years old and Dexter, at seventeen, was just starting out in the Lionel Hampton band. Hadley was so enamored with Dexter's playing that he also took up the tenor, studied with Dexter, and lent Dexter his horn when he needed it. Hadley even became known in the neighborhood as "Little Dex." Later, he became a regular on the Central Avenue scene, playing with Dexter, Wardell Gray, and many others.”...


Hadley told me that  … "Seventy-five percent of the musicians in L.A. were trapped there because of drugs," he said. "They were on parole and because of the law that allowed them to be busted for tracks and internal possession, they could never get out. It was a crime. Their careers were ruined. Their lives were stopped. For nothing."”


Chapter 11 - Resurgence


“In Dexter's life story, every so often there would come a year that was pivotal. He called these "phoenix rising" years. The year 1960 was certainly one of those. Dexter:


“I guess the start of it all was the play, The Connection. I was asked to write the music and to act in the production. I played the part of what the script called the Number One Musician—the bandleader, in fact. This was quite a challenge for me. The themes had to be specific to the plot or the scene. It really built up my self-confidence and at that time I really needed it. It did a lot for me.”


In another ironic moment in Dexter's life, he wasn't using drugs when he acted the part of a drug addict in a play. But as he said, "I could definitely understand the character and play the part." The Connection, written by Jack Gelber, was originally produced by the Living Theatre in New York City in 1959, directed by Living Theatre cofounder Judith Malina, and designed by co-founder Julian Beck. It is the story of a producer and a writer who are attempting to stage a play about drug addicts, some of whom happen to be musicians.” …


“During the run of The Connection, Dexter took a group to play at the Zebra Lounge in Los Angeles. Cannonball Adderley heard them there and wanted to record the group for the Jazzland label. At first Dexter was reluctant to say yes, because he hadn't recorded anything since 1955 and was still recovering from his years of incarceration. He was on parole and working in The Connection, but Cannonball persisted. On October 13, 1960, Dexter went into the studio with Martin Banks (trumpet), Richard Boone (trombone), Dolo Coker (piano), Charles Green (bass), and Lawrence Marable (drums). The album that came out of the session was The Resurgence of Dexter Gordon. It was prophetic way beyond its title. Dexter remained ever grateful to the brilliant and very loyal Cannonball Adderley for giving him this chance.


During the time that Dexter was performing in The Connection and recording Resurgence for Cannonball, correspondence began between the agent Bob Leonard and Alfred Lion, the cofounder of Blue Note Records, about signing Dexter to a contract with Blue Note. A letter from Leonard to Lion dated October 2.7, 1960, suggested that there was renewed interest in Dexter, because it included a set of terms being offered by Prestige Records, a Blue Note competitor. On October 30, Blue Note made its offer for Dexter.” …


“For Dexter this was an opportunity that he could not pass up, especially after the very lean years following his recordings on Savoy and Dial. He remained grateful to Alfred Lion and his partner Francis Wolff, and as the years went by, the musical value of the Blue Note recordings became apparent, their longevity proving that jazz fans are loyal and know how to discern a great recording from a mediocre one.


Dexter signed the contract on November 7, 1960. He would go on to make several of his classic and most beloved recordings for Blue Note. …”


Chapter 12 - New Life


“While Dexter was in New York City recording for Blue Note in 1962, he ran into the British tenor saxophonist Ronnie Scott in the midtown musician's bar Charlie's. Scott owned and operated Ronnie Scott's Club, an extremely popular jazz club in London's West End. In what has become one of the most famous of all Dexter Gordon moments, Scott walked up to Dexter and said, "Would you fahncy coming to London to work ?"


Other than over-the-border visits to Mexico, he had never been out of the country and did not yet have a passport. His answer to Scott was, "Oh yes. That would be grand."…


“Enthralled after his arrival in London, Dexter wrote an exuberant letter to Alfred Lion and Francis Wolff from Ronnie Scott's Club on September 12, 1962. This was the beginning of a fascinating correspondence between the three of them during Dexter's first years in Europe, detailing his work and social activities, thoughts about his life, his career and future.” …


“While Dexter was at Ronnie Scott's Club in London, Harold Goldberg, one of the owners of the Jazzhus Montmartre in Copenhagen, Denmark, called Ronnie or perhaps Pete King, the club manager, to arrange for Dexter to come to Copenhagen following his engagement in London. Dexter agreed to make the trip but, as it turned out, not before he ran into his old friend, the trumpeter Chet Baker, in London. Chet knew all the doctors in town who would readily write out prescriptions for morphine, and then all you had to do was go to a pharmacy and get your supply. It wasn't a crime to be a drug user in London at that time. Apparently that kind of freedom appealed to Dexter, and he fell off the wagon.” …


For the rest of 1963, Dexter toured in Switzerland, Germany, and Norway. A glance at a map of Europe shows how convenient it was for Dexter to live in Copenhagen and travel easily by train all over the Continent. And there were so many places that welcomed jazz and the musicians who were playing it. “


Chapter 13 - Very Saxily Yours


The title of this chapter is taken from the manner in which Dexter signed off his correspondence. As Maxine explains: “Dexter chose the words as a tribute to Louis Armstrong, who would often sign his letters ‘Red Beans and Ricely Yours.’”


As the title implies, this chapter has as its focus Dexter’s many encounters with other Jazz saxophonists during his early years in Europe including Johnny Griffin, , Booker Ervin, Sonny Rollins, John Coltrane and Ben Webster.


Maxine tells this part of Dex’s life through the use of a number of stories and anecdotes and I would only spoil their surprise by revealing them here.


Chapter 14 - Trouble in Paris


I also have to be careful with this chapter not to “give away the store” by providing too much detail about its contents. Suffice to say that its title and this opening paragraph should give the reader enough insight as to what it contains:


“When something really bad happened, or when someone asked Dexter about an event that he preferred to forget, or that roused a painful memory about a person who had died tragically (there were many in his life), he would get very quiet. So quiet that it could be frightening, in a way. The silence would surround his huge frame and move out to fill the room. Those who knew him well would move back because it felt like being near a volcano before it erupts. I once asked him about a lovely photo I had seen that was taken in back of the jazzhus Montmartre in Copenhagen. He gave me that certain look and said, "That was a long time ago." That was the end of the conversation. I never brought it up again until after he had died, and then I asked his closest friend, Skip Malone, about the girl in the photo and the return address on his letters to Alfred Lion and Frank Wolff that had her home address in Copenhagen. He said, "Max, leave it alone. You don't want to dig this up. It's not a pretty story." Of course, his response made me even more curious about this short, happy girl in the photo, the same girl whose name is on the Christmas card to Blue Note Records in 1966: "Dexter and Lotte." Dexter's most trusted supporter in Denmark, the political cartoonist Klaus Albrechtsen, told me that Lotte [Nielsen] had met a sad end and that her father blamed Dexter for her demise. But he did not want to share with me any of the correspondence he had with the girl's father.”


Chapter 15 - The Khalif of Valby


“There were a number of stories about Dexter in the Danish newspapers when he moved to Valby. One journalist friend dubbed him the "Khalif of Valby," which he loved. The title derived from a slight misinterpretation of language. Dexter has a tune called "Soy Califa," which means "I am from California" in a kind of Los Angeles Spanish. He would always announce the tune in a dramatic manner. So, "Soy Califa" came to be understood in Denmark as "I am the Khalif" (Khalif being a Muslim spiritual leader), and when he moved to Valby, he became the "Khalif of Valby."” ...


As mentioned earlier, living in Copenhagen made it easy for Dexter to accept work in nearby France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Belgium, Austria, Sweden, Norway, Finland, and very often Holland. Wim Wigt, his Dutch booking agent, found gigs for Dexter in venues and towns big and small throughout Holland and neighboring countries as well. Normally when Dexter toured in Europe it was as a solo musician picking up local rhythm sections in each city along the way. But in Holland he had a "working band." In 1972 he went on tour with the Dutch rhythm section of Rein de Graaff (piano), Henk Haverhoek (bass), and Eric Ineke (drums).” …


“When Dexter would recite the names or the towns he had played in during his time in Holland, people were incredulous. Wigt found him gigs in Hilversum, Leiden, Veendam, Venlo, Zwolle, Den Haag, Heemskerk, Amsterdam, De Woude, Rotterdam, and Eschede. Dexter would tell friends that there were jazz lovers in all these places in a country the size of the state of Maryland. When a band travels together and has meals together and works this often, they get to know each other in a very special way. They learn each other's habits and moods, and how to play together. The music improves every night, and with Dexter we can be sure that he found a way to communicate what he expected from the rhythm section. Dexter always had a particular idea of what he wanted to hear, and if he wasn't comfortable with the band, he would definitely let them know. He had very kind words about how serious his "Dutch band" was and how much they cared about the musicians from the States who came to play in Europe.” …


“During this long period of stability, with Dexter enjoying his European travels, and even more so the long stands playing before adoring fans and visitors to Copenhagen at the Montmartre, he had settled into a comfortable home life in Valby with Fenja [his wife] and Benjie [his son]. Toward the end of 1975, when Dexter would begin to think about making his permanent return to the States, Fenja and Benjie would be a major consideration. And there would be many others.” ...
Chapter 16 - Homecoming


"I want to come home but haven't been able to figure out how to do it," Dexter said. "Everyone is discouraging me from even thinking about it."


Since I [Maxine] knew nothing about management or booking and was completely oblivious to how complicated it might be, I said, "I'll call Max Gordon at the Vanguard and tell him to book you. I've known him since I was fifteen. He will give you a gig." I waited until it was about 10 p.m. in New York, which was 4 a.m. in Nancy [France], and called Max. "Max, I'm in France and I heard Dexter Gordon tonight. You must book him. He sounds so great.


"Forget it. No one will come. He has been gone too long."


"No, no, no. You must give him a gig. He's great. If you don't give him a date, I will never speak to you again."


This threat did not do much good, as Max replied, "I don't care if you never speak to me again."And then he hung up the phone on me.


So much for my first attempt at getting Dexter a gig. Dexter and I started discussing what it would take for him to come back to the States. He had saved money for his return and we figured out how much it would cost to pay his airfare, pay a band, rehearse, rent a hotel room, do publicity, and pay my phone bill. We thought if we worked on it for six months and then announced his return that it would be worth a shot. The next night I called Max again and made him an offer. "Okay, Max. Dexter wants to come home. What if you give him a gig at the club for no guarantee and he covers the band? If it works and people come, we can talk about his working there more regularly and you can pay him. If it doesn't work, you don't lose anything."


"That's not a very good deal for Dexter," Max said. "Are you sure you want to try to be a manager? Okay. I'll give him a week."


I know I’m being a terrible tease here, but if you want to know how this all worked out, you are gonna have to read Maxine’s book!


Chapter 17 - Bebop at Work


“Work” is the operative term for the events described in this chapter as, following his successful homecoming, Dexter and Maxine [by now his wife and his manager] assembled a staff that was dedicated to “... getting gigs in all fifty states for Dexter and his band.”


“After the release of Homecoming—Live at the Village Vanguard [Columbia Legacy C2K 46824], we were off and running. Michael Cuscuna stepped in as Dexter's producer and they would discuss personnel and repertoire, spending many hours organizing ideas that would become future recording sessions. I worked very long hours in the office Michael and I rented together on West Fifty-Third Street across from the Museum of Modern Art and down the block from Columbia Records.


Woody Shaw recommended Hattie Gossett as the person to run the office. Hattie is an acclaimed poet, performance artist, scholar, and fierce warrior for the rights of so many whose voices are not heard.” …


“The person we called the "brains behind the operation" was Jim Harrison — promoter, publicist, publisher, and the man with his finger on the pulse of the jazz scene then and for many years thereafter. Jim is a legendary jazz figure who spent many hours putting up posters and fliers all over town, including at the Port Authority bus terminal where he could catch the eyes of jazz fans traveling to and from the city. In those pre-internet days, much of Dexter's audience knew where he was appearing by word of mouth, or what we referred to as the Jim Harrison technique. When Dexter played on a touring Jazzmobile in Harlem, crowds filled the streets thanks to Jim and his team. When he played Grant's Tomb, the police were amazed at the throngs of fans. One police officer asked me: "How did they know about this? Who is this guy playing saxophone?" Jim knew how to reach the hardcore jazz fans and . they knew how to spread the word.” …


In this chapter, Maxine goes on to describe the musicians in Dexter’s working bands from 1976- 1983 and the more significant gigs and “memorable concerts” during this period including:


“ One of his favorite spots was the iconic San Francisco jazz club the Keystone Korner. Todd Barkan, the musical mind behind that club's fame and success, first brought Dexter there as a single in 1973, teaming up with some great local musicians, including Eddie Moore on drums. It became a kind of ritual for Dexter to play at the Keystone Korner over the Christmas holidays. Todd programmed holiday festivals with Bobby Hutcherson, Max Roach, and countless other great artists, and Dexter worked at the club until it closed in 1983. Dexter and Todd had a special friendship that continued until the end of Dexter's life.”


And then, all of a sudden it was over.


“Then we planned his sixtieth birthday party at the Village Vanguard for the afternoon of February 2.3, 1983. His band played and lots of musicians and friends were invited. His daughters came from Los Angeles. On that day he said to me, "It's over. Let's close the office and take a break. I'm tired." There was nothing for me to say back to him except, "Okay, let's do it." Of course, it wasn't easy and people were not happy with the decision, but Dexter was right. We had a good run but we had worn ourselves out and it was time for a break. He wanted to live a "normal life," if there really is such a thing.” …


“We began to go to Cuernavaca, where Dexter started natural health and acupuncture treatments, ate regular meals at the same time every day, and rested, read, and reflected on his life. Our trips to Cuernavaca would last for months at a time. We had a beautiful house, ….”


“Our ‘normal’ life was about to change once again, with a phone call ...from Bruce Lundvall, and in many ways it would seem that Dexter had begun preparing for it when he made the decision to exit the road on his sixtieth birthday.”


Chapter 18 - Round Midnight


By far the longest chapter in the book, it is impossible to do justice to it by synopsizing it. Rather, let’s pull a quotation or two that sets the stage [no pun intended] for how Dexter’s involvement in Bertrand Tavernier’s ground-breaking film came about and how he perceived his role in it, beginning with Maxine asking Bruce Lundvall to “... describe the events that led to his call to Dexter about making the movie.”


“Tavernier based the story of Round Midnight on many conversations he had with Francis Paudras, a French commercial artist and draftsman, about his relationship with Bud Powell in Paris in the late 1950s. Powell thrived as a genius and was one of the originators of bebop in the 1940s despite his many years of terrible suffering with mental illness. … When Bud went to Paris in 1959, he met Paudras, a great admirer who became what he referred to as Bud's protector.”


“Dexter certainly came to know this character, Dale Turner. But Dale is not Dexter. To this day, however, some people believe that the character of Dale and the story of Round Midnight are based on Dexter's life. There is even a Danish documentary about Dexter and Ben Webster, Cool Cats, that shows a Danish musician weeping at the end because he believes that Dexter's life was tragic. It is important to remember that the film is fiction, that Dexter always considered his life to be anything but tragic, and that he was acting. And that is why he was nominated for an Oscar.”


And thank goodness that Michael Cuscuna was available during the making of the film.


“When I discussed the making of Round Midnight with Cuscuna in 2012, I realized that I only remembered the good parts and he remembered the very bad parts. Michael and I worked together for many years in that office we shared on Fifty-Third Street when he was the producer for Dexter and Woody Shaw on Columbia Records. He and Dexter had a very special and close friendship. Michael Cuscuna:


‘I remember being pretty appalled by the script, and so were you and Dexter. But then I guess you addressed that grievance with Bertrand before anything was signed. And he said, "No problem, I want to make it real, I want it to be what it is." And he lived up to that word, from that day forward to the end of the film. I really admired the fact that he wanted to get it right. We had a lot of meetings at your apartment. I remember we had meetings with Herbie [Hancock] and his manager at your apartment, we had meetings with Bertrand, and we did a lot of early stuff before shooting began.'


When there were problems in Paris with the music or the musicians, Dexter and I would say, "You need to get Michael." So Bertrand would call him.”


Chapter 19 - A Night At The Oscars


All you need to know about this chapter is contained in its title and in the following stage-setting paragraph:


“Dexter laughed when Martin Scorsese told him that he would get an Oscar nomination for his performance as the saxophonist Dale Turner in Round Midnight. Scorsese, who played the role of Goodley, the Birdland club owner, insisted that Dexter would be nominated because his performance was like that of Robert De Niro's in Raging Bull, which Scorsese directed. By the time Round Midnight was nearing completion, Dexter let it be known that he thought Scorsese was right. I had my doubts. After all, this was Dexter's first acting role in a film (he had acted in the play The Connection in Los Angeles in 1960); he was a jazz musician and only three Black men before him had ever been nominated by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for Best Leading Actor in a film. Sidney Poitier was the first to be nominated, the first to win, and the first to receive two Best Actor nominations. He was a runner-up in 1958 for The Defiant Ones and won in 1963 for Lilies of the Field. James Earl Jones was nominated in 1970 for The Great White Hope, and Paul Winfield was nominated in 1971 for his role in Sounder. With a gap of fifteen years between Best Actor nominees for a Black actor, the thought that Dexter, in 1987, would be the fourth Black actor to be nominated seemed impossible to me. He would be the fifth nominee because Poitier was nominated twice.


Of course Dexter thought differently. He would laugh and say, "Start thinking about what you want to wear to the Oscars."…”


Chapter 20 - Cadenza


All of our biographical lives end.


Here’s how Maxine describes Dexter’s passing.


“In March 1990 Dexter entered Thomas Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia. His chosen sister, Shakmah, arranged for private nurses and a private suite. His doctors were considered the best in the field. Because his father had been a doctor and because he had faith in the medical profession, he opted for chemotherapy over surgery because it was an option that would have allowed him to continue to play the saxophone. He was registered under a fictitious name and did not want visitors to see him in bad shape. Bruce Lundvall was an exception and Dexter wanted a chance to thank him for all he had done for him. He listened to Lester Young playing "Lester Leaps In" with the Count Basie band, and on April 2.5, 1990, Dexter died of kidney failure.


He had written out all his instructions and we followed them exactly.”


In his essay on Dexter from Visions of Jazz: The First Century, Gary Giddins, the esteemed author and critic comments:


“Gordon was an honest and genuinely original artist of deep and abiding humor and of tremendous personal charm. He imparted his personal
characteristics to his music — size, radiance, kindness, a genius for discontinuous logic.


Consider his trademark musical quotations — snippets from other songs woven into the songs he is playing. Some, surely, were calculated. But not all and probably not many, for they are too subtle and too supple. They fold into his solos like spectral glimpses of an alternative universe in which all of Tin Pan Alley is one infinite song.


That so many of the quotations seem verbally relevant I attribute to Gordon's reflexive stream-of-consciousness and prodigious memory for lyrics. I cannot imagine him planning apposite quotations.”


As you read Maxine’s biography, you’ll come to appreciate just how much dedication, planning and preparation went into Dexter’s creation of an “alternate universe in which all of Tin Pan Alley is one infinite song.”


Copies of the book are available through EsoWon Books a bookseller that specializes in African and African American Books. You can locate them by going here.



Lady Sings the Blues - A Review of the Reissue by John Lahr

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The following review appeared in the December 20, 2018 edition -Vol. 40 No. 24] of the London Review of Books.

‘She was always shooting towards tragedy. ‘It was just a question of how and when.
- Artie Shaw

‘Her voice is her story.’
- Gary Giddins

‘It was an altogether different style. I’d never heard anything like it.’
- Count Basie

Her Haunted Heart By John Lahr
  • Lady Sings the Blues by Billie Holiday
    Penguin, 179 pp, £9.99, November 2018, ISBN 978 0 241 35129 1

“‘I’ve been told that nobody sings the word “hunger” like I do. Or the word “love”,’ Billie Holiday says in her memoir Lady Sings the Blues (written in 1956 with William Dufty and now reissued). Like Kafka’s hunger artist, Holiday let song make a spectacle of her deprivation. ‘I don’t need a friend/My heart is broken, it won’t ever mend/I ain’t much carin’/Just where I will end,’ she sang in ‘I Must Have That Man’, a song minted out of her calamitous life. ‘She was always shooting towards tragedy,’ said the virtuoso clarinettist Artie Shaw, whose band she briefly sang for. ‘It was just a question of how and when.’

Singing stops stuttering. In Holiday’s case, it stopped loneliness by making art out of the indigestible griefs that finally claimed her. (She died in 1959, at the age of 44, from the consequences of drug addiction.) She’d emerged in the mid-1930s, starting out when she was 18, and quickly became America’s first fully fledged jazz singer, blazing her way to fame with a trail of songs, some of which she co-wrote: ‘Don’t Explain’, ‘Strange Fruit’, ‘Fine and Mellow’, ‘God Bless the Child Who’s Got His Own’. Blighted in almost every other way, she had the luck of talent. ‘I never heard her hit a bad note that was off by even a 16th of a tone,’ Artie Shaw said on another occasion. ‘She had a remarkable ear … and a remarkable sense of time.’ She was an uncanny rhythm machine. She imposed her moody metabolism on language in such a way that even the most banal Tin Pan Alley ditty was reimagined and refreshed. ‘Ooo – ooo – ooo,’ she crooned, putting teasing vigorish on the vowels. ‘What a lil’ moonlight can doo – ooo-ooo.’

‘Her voice is her story,’ the jazz critic Gary Giddins said of Holiday’s melancholy majesty. Wary and solitary in life (‘I don’t make friends easily’), on stage she was unabashed about opening her haunted heart. ‘Good morning heartache/Here we go again,’ she sang, in her come-hither legato phrasing, caressing the words as she swung them: Holiday’s singing was an exercise in intimacy. ‘If you find a tune and it’s got something to do with you, you don’t have to evolve anything,’ she said. ‘You just feel it, and when you sing it other people can feel something too.’ Her candour bore witness to the pain she found in pleasure, and the pleasure she found in pain.

‘White Americans know very little about pleasure because they are so afraid of pain,’ James Baldwin wrote, ‘but people dulled by pain can sing and dance till morning, and find no pleasure in it.’ Holiday’s bitter-sweetness – a cocktail of the rambunctious and the rueful – spoke to both sides of this conundrum. Although she was variously billed in the white music press as a ‘sepia songstress’, a ‘coloured canary’ and a ‘bronze bombshell’, her records were not released as ‘race records’: they went straight into the American mainstream. To the professionals as well as to the devoted paying customers, her sound was a revelation. ‘It was an altogether different style. I’d never heard anything like it,’ Count Basie said. In time he employed her. John Hammond, the pioneering record producer who ‘discovered’ Holiday, said: she ‘changed my musical tastes and my music life’; she ‘sang like an improvising jazz genius’.

‘I don’t think I’m singing. I feel like I’m playing a horn. I try to improvise like Les Young, like Louis Armstrong, or someone else I admire,’ Holiday writes. ‘What comes out is what I feel. I hate straight singing. I have to change a tune to my own way of doing it. That’s all I know.’ If you shut your eyes and conjure Holiday, the first thing that comes to mind is her raffish eloquence, at once bantering and brooding; then her totemic image gradually emerges in the mind’s eye: a tall, elegant, light-skinned woman with long black hair tied into a chignon, a gardenia pinned to the side of her head – a gardenia first worn to cover an actual head wound. Her free-wheeling and forlorn sound turned the mess of her life into a public show of equanimity and poise.

In Lady Sings the Blues– ‘her own hocus pocus’, according to the New Yorker’s Whitney Balliett – Holiday magics up the castle in her cloudy sky. ‘A big place of my own out in the country someplace where I could take care of stray dogs and orphan kids, kids that didn’t ask to be born; kids that didn’t ask to be black, blue or green or something in between. I’d only want to be sure of one thing – that nobody in the world wanted these kids … They’d have to be illegit, no mama, no papa.’

A feeling of having been orphaned was how Holiday experienced her family. ‘Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was 18, she was 16, and I was three.’ Her memoir begins with this much quoted sentence. Holiday’s parentage was in doubt. Her need to make a coherent story of her origins is more significant than the makeshift Baltimore household she emerged from. In fact, Holiday was not born in Baltimore, as her memoir insists, but Philadelphia. According to the birth certificate, her father was also not the sometime guitarist Clarence Holiday, whose surname she later bore, but a waiter called Frank DeViese. Born Elinore Harris,
Holiday was unmoored from the very beginning. As a child, she was more or less abandoned by Clarence, who was on the road with various bands, and by her beloved mother, Sadie, who went north to New York to earn money, leaving her in Baltimore with her fault-finding, cruel cousin Ida, who handed out beatings like nuts at Christmas. (‘She was one of the worst black bitches God ever put on earth,’ Holiday writes.) The existential panic of her later years – ‘I was on my own. Nobody could help me’ – recapitulated the terror of disintegration that marked her awful abandoned youth. Holiday, who left school after the fifth grade, never really had a childhood: mostly, she had trouble. ‘If you expect nothing but trouble, maybe a few happy days will turn up. If you expect happy days, look out,’ she said, a lesson she learned in the family crucible.

Every barbarity was lavished on Holiday: racism, penury, rape (at ten), Catholic reform school; prostitution by the age of 12. At 13 – ‘I was a hip kitty’ – she decamped to New York to join her mother, who was working in a whorehouse. Holiday became a call girl: ‘the madam took five out of every twenty dollars for rent. This still left me more than I could make in a damn month as a maid. And I had someone doing my laundry.’ That was her first taste of regular pay; when the cathouse was busted and she gave her age as 21, she also got her first taste of prison – one hundred days. Her sassy, unrepentant waywardness was the residue of her streetwise disenchantment: ‘You’ve got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body’s sermon on how to behave.’

Holiday first aspired to be a dancer, not a singer. She flunked her first singing audition because she didn’t know what key she sang in. But she was soon working the clubs, singing for tips that the singers had to take off the tables, a negotiation she found demeaning. When one ‘millionaire’ customer handed her a $20 bill, ‘I figured if a millionaire could give me money that way, everybody could. So from then on I wouldn’t take money off tables.’ Thus, the moniker ‘Lady’ was coined, a bit of razzing from the other girl singers before it became a token of reverence in the music world.

If Holiday’s singing had ‘an aural affinity for the saxophone’ that ‘offered her stimulating and symbiotic introductions and accompaniment’, as Patricia Willard puts it in The Oxford Companion to Jazz, she also had symbiotic connection to her men, many of them junkies, who often exploited and manhandled her. (She married badly three times.) When her first philandering husband came home with lipstick on his collar and tried to cover his tracks, Holiday cut him off in mid-lie with words she later turned into song:

Hush now, don’t explain
Just say you’ll remain
I’m glad you’re back, don’t explain

Holiday’s fear of being abandoned, her longing to be contained and protected by a person she could trust, was her plaint in song as well as life. ‘Any old time you want me/I am yours for the asking,’ she sang. Her violent need often had violent repercussions. ‘I’d rather my man would hit me/Than follow him to jump up and quit me,’ she sang in ‘Ain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do’, adding: ‘I swear, I won’t call no copper/If I’m beat up by my Papa.’
Underneath its masochistic passivity, Holiday’s longing for surrender also held a sadistic potential. In ‘Fine and Mellow’, for instance, she threatens her ‘oh so mean’ man – ‘Love is just like the faucet/It turns off and on …/Sometimes when you think it’s on baby/It has turned off and gone.’ In life, especially when high, Holiday was capable of taking fierce, foul-mouthed offence. As her memoir relates, when a dressmaker overcharged her, she shoved the woman’s head in the toilet and flushed it. And, in 1939, at the Café Society, displeased with her reception and wearing no underwear under her gown, she turned her back to the paying customers and mooned them.

‘Love will make you drink and gamble’, she sang: ‘Make you stay out all night long/Love will make you do things/That you know is wrong.’ One of those wrong things was drugs. Holiday was hooked early in her career; she tried but couldn’t kick her habit. In 1947 – ‘no one in the world was interested in looking after me at this point’ – she was arrested for possession and imprisoned for a year at the Federal Women’s Reformatory in Alderson, West Virginia. ‘I didn’t sing a note the whole time I was in Alderson,’ she writes. ‘The whole basis of my singing is feeling … In the whole time I was there I didn’t feel a thing.’ Because of her drug conviction, Holiday lost her New York City cabaret card; from then on, she was only allowed to perform in theatres or concert spaces. Ten days after getting out of jail, she gave a thrilling midnight comeback concert at Carnegie Hall. (‘The biggest thing that ever happened to me.’) Later, as she became increasingly erratic – the music press called her ‘Lady Yesterday’ – she would stage a series of comebacks. ‘I’m always making a comeback, but nobody ever tells me where I’ve been,’ she quipped.

Holiday was briefly cured of her addiction; when it returned, so did the hell of busts, bondsmen, bail and beatings. ‘With all the doctors, nurses and equipment,’ she says of her prison rehab, ‘they never get near your insides at what’s really eating you.’ Her game face announced that she wasn’t giving anything up except bubble gum and hard times. In private, however, she’d lost faith in her own goodness. ‘Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless,’ she sang in ‘Gloomy Sunday’, a fantasised suicide note which continued ‘My heart and I/Have decided to end it all.’ In her memoir she writes: ‘All dope can do is kill you – kill you the long slow way.’ Holiday may have lost her way; but she never lost her audience. ‘I’ve always been fortunate as far as the public is concerned. I could kill myself if it wasn’t for them.’

Lady Sings the Blues was written three years before Holiday died. Apart from the pitch and roll of her street talk, it has nothing to offer as a piece of writing; its value is in its witness to the grinding humiliation of the racism that tainted every moment of her louche life. ‘You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles,’ she writes, ‘but you can still be working on a plantation.’ At the Metropolitan Hospital, into which she managed to smuggle drugs even when she was on her deathbed, a police guard was removed from her room by court order only a few hours before she died. She was found with 15 fifty dollar bills strapped to her leg and seventy cents in her bank account.”

Creating the Jazz Solo: Louis Armstrong and Barbershop Harmony by Vic Hobson

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"Building effectively on past work, in Creating the Jazz Solo Vic Hobson explores the symbiosis of Louis Armstrong's early vocal and instrumental styles, grounding the analysis in a thorough reading of the critical literature, as well as Armstrong's own recollections. It's a masterful and insightful book, of interest to all jazz lovers."
- Bruce Boyd Raeburn, Curator Emeritus, Hogan Jazz Archive, Tulane University

“It is through the foresight of archivists, jazz enthusiasts, journalists, and editors that jazz research is possible. The William Ransom Hogan Jazz Archive in Tulane University began interviewing the jazz musicians of that city in the 19505 and today holds a treasury of recordings and transcripts of oral history dating back to the earliest years of jazz. Bruce Raeburn and Lynn Abbott have assisted me in too many ways to enumerate to access these collections and guide and advise me.”
- Vic Hobson

“To the listener orientated to "classical" singing, Louis's voice, with its rasp and totally unorthodox technique, usually comes as a complete shock. The reaction is often to set the voice aside as primitive and uncouth. Actually, Louis's singing is but a vocal counterpart of his playing, just as natural and inspired. In his singing we can hear all the nuances, inflections, and natural ease of his trumpet playing, including even the bends and scoops, vibrato and shakes."
- Gunther Schuller

"You are too young to know the impact Louis had in the 1920s. By the time you were old enough to appreciate Louis, you had been hearing those who derived from him. You cannot imagine how radical he was to all of us. Revolutionary. He defined not only how you play a trumpet solo but how you play a solo on any instrument. Had Louis Armstrong never lived, I suppose there would be a jazz, but it would be very different."
- Artie Shaw speaking to author/critic Gene Lees about Pops

One hundred and one years after the Original Jazz Band issued the first Jazz recordings in February 1917, the Jazz landscape [i.e. its visible features] is markedly different.

Instead of being derided, denigrated and dismissed as a crude and raw form of music that plays to humankind’s baser instincts, Jazz is now accorded a cultural status in which many accomplished people view it as an art form.

Writing in the Autumn 2018 online edition of the City Journal, Ted Gioia, the distinguished Jazz author, comments on one aspect of this changing Jazz landscape when he writes:

“The most visible sign of this change is an extraordinary building: the SFJAZZ Center, the largest stand-alone jazz performance facility in the United States. The eventual price tag on the completed structure, which opened in 2013, was $66 million. It hosts about 400 jazz events a year, with 150,000 people coming through its doors. In an earlier age, jazz fans in San Francisco took pride in their small, quirky nightclubs such as the Black Hawk, which operated on Hyde Street from 1949 to 1963, or the Keystone Korner, which flourished in North Beach from 1972 to 1983. Fans loved the intimate atmosphere, but these small operations couldn’t weather downturns in the jazz economy. SFJAZZ is built on a much larger scale and, like the symphony hall and the opera house, is designed to last.

“The nightclub model is not one that you can transfer into the nonprofit approach,” explains founder and artistic director Randall Kline. “We needed to turn to other role models—symphony, opera, ballet.” He built this remarkable organization and facility despite skepticism from those who believe that jazz is in a terminal state of decline. “I have been asked how I can hope to succeed when others haven’t,” he recounts. “But I never thought there was a fixed limit to the jazz audience. I hate the phrase ‘Keep Jazz Alive,’ ” Kline says. “You hear that during pledge drives and fund-raising campaigns. Jazz couldn’t be more alive than it is right now. The goal is to push forward, not look back.””

Can you believe it?

A concert hall dedicated to Jazz!!

Another aspect of the changing dynamics associated with Jazz “legitimacy” can be found in the way the music and its makers are now studied, academically.

Thanks to the foresight of a number of archivists, scholars, bibliographers, discographers, biographers, and edited anthologies, companions, studies, treatments, critiques, compilations, essays, articles and books on the subject of Jazz, many new insights about the musicians who have contributed to the evolution of the music during its first century of existence are now available that broaden our knowledge and awareness of what’s involved in the Act of Creation known as Jazz.

Into this mix of Jazz academia comes the newly published Creating the Jazz Solo: Louis Armstrong and Barbershop Harmony by Vic Hobson [Jackson, MS: University of Mississippi Press, 2018]. You can locate the university press website at www.upress.state.ms.us.

Throughout his life, Louis Armstrong tried to explain how singing with a barbershop quartet on the streets of New Orleans was foundational to his musicianship. Until now, there has been no in-depth inquiry into what he meant when he said, "I figure singing and playing is the same," or, "Singing was more into my blood than the trumpet." Creating the Jazz Solo: Louis Armstrong and Barbershop Harmony shows that Armstrong understood exactly the relationship between what he sang and what he played, and that he meant these comments to be taken literally: he was singing through his horn.

Understanding how Armstrong, and other pioneer jazz musicians of his generation, learned to play jazz and how he used his background of singing in a quartet to develop the jazz solo has fundamental implications for the teaching of jazz history and performance today.

The author, Vic Hobson, was awarded a Kluge Scholarship to the Library of Congress in 2007 and a Woest Fellowship to the Historic New Orleans Collection in 2009. A trustee for the National Jazz Archive, his own work has appeared in American Music, Jazz Perspectives, and the Jazz Archivist. He is author of Creating Jazz Counterpoint: New Orleans, Barbershop Harmony, and the Blues, also published by University Press of Mississippi.

What follows is the Preface and first chapter of Vic’s book in which he lays out his arguments and how he plans to substantiate them.

PREFACE

Ii is a daunting prospect to write a book on Louis Armstrong.

There is a wealth of literature about Armstrong's life. So much has been written about him that it might seem there is little more to add. Although Armstrong's contribution to twentieth-century music making has been widely discussed, surprisingly little has been written about why he played what he played.

In recent years, the availability of transcriptions of Armstrong's recordings and analysis of his playing has increased. This has enabled analysts to describe what he played — to identify "blue notes" and recurring motifs — but why he played as he did is less explored.

In order to consider Armstrong's development as a musician, this book does not get beyond the 1920s, and I have made no attempt to cover all aspects of Armstrong's life during this period. I have only considered those aspects of his life that may have significantly affected his development as a musician.

In Creating Jazz Counterpoint, I attempted to bring together the historical record, oral history, and musical analysis to show how barbershop harmony is at the root of blues tonality and jazz counterpoint. At the time, this seemed a controversial claim. It is far less so only a few years later. Lynn Abbott had argued back in 1992 "A Case for the African American Origins of Barbershop Harmony."

In the intervening period, few researchers have followed up on Abbott's research. One notable exception is lames Earl Henry in his PhD thesis: "The Origins of Barbershop Harmony: A Study of Barbershop's Musical Link to Other African American Musics as Evidenced Through Recordings and Arrangements of Early Black and White Quartets."

Despite the paucity of research since Abbott's essay, the consensus has decisively shifted. I was fortunate to be present at the 2015 convention of the Barbershop Harmony Society held in New Orleans when Lynn Abbott was awarded life membership in the organization for his work in understanding the origins of barbershop harmony. Given that there is growing evidence that barbershop harmony is of African American origin, and that barbershop harmony played a significant role in blues and jazz tonality, the focus of this book is not to argue whether barbershop harmony influenced the emergence of jazz and blues, but rather how it influenced the emergence of jazz; in particular, how it influenced Louis Armstrong as the first great soloist of jazz.
To do this it is necessary to use music notation, music theory, chord symbols, and barbershop theory and practice. This too brings challenges.
I am conscious that not everyone is musically literate. I am also mindful that not many people know how barbershop harmony functions. For this reason, I have decided to transpose many of the musical examples in this book into the key of C.

I justify this for two reasons. The first reason is that it makes the argument easier to follow for readers who do not have a grounding in music theory.
Jazz has always been a music that is approachable to musicians with very little understanding of music theory. It seems reasonable that it should be possible to explain how it functions in an approachable way too.

The second reason for transposing most musical examples into the key of C is that early jazz musicians were not concerned with absolute pitch; they were, however, concerned with relative pitch. All schools in New Orleans used a common music syllabus based on the solfeggio system where each pitch is assigned a syllable. In this system, Do is the first note of the scale, Re is the next, and Mi is the next, and so on. Any note could be the start note of Do, and therefore absolute pitch was not as important as the relationship between the pitches.

Louis Armstrong made many recordings. Some have been transcribed in full, others in part, and some not at all. A transcription of a recording can only be an approximation of what was played. It would test even the most skilled transcriber to notate every nuance and inflection of even just a single note; a complete solo would be impossible.

To what extent a transcription is acceptable depends on the type of analysis required. If a transcription is to be used to analyze how a musician imparts a swing feel in his or her playing, it may be necessary to introduce finer subdivisions of time from simple eighth, sixteenth, or thirty-second notes and instead consider percentages of swing.

In a similar way, ethnomusicologists often divide pitches such that 100 cents are equal to one semitone of conventional music theory. This level of detail is not necessary for my purposes. My reason for using transcriptions is to explore the relationship between melodies, countermelodies, obbligatos, solos, and harmony.

To avoid any possibility of prejudicing the evidence, I have decided to use wherever possible published transcriptions by other people. The only exception to this is Armstrong's vocal chorus on "Basin Street Blues" (Example 47), as I know of no published transcriptions.
There is a difference between the notation of popular music and jazz in the early twentieth century and the way it is written now. Contemporary jazz
musicians tend to use chord symbols. These chord symbols provide a shorthand way of relaying a lot of musical information. Chords are constructed by selecting alternate notes of a scale and sounding those notes together. A chord of C major seventh (Cmaj7) informs a musician that the chord contains the notes of C (the root), E (the major third), G (the fifth note of the scale), and B (the major seventh note of the scale).

Early jazz musicians did not think in terms of chord symbols and they rarely appear in sheet music of the early twentieth century unless for ukulele or other stringed instruments. For the benefit of readers who may be more familiar with chord symbols than with notation, I have added chord symbols to the musical examples where required to make it easier for contemporary musicians to follow the argument.”

Chapter 1 - “Singing Was More Into My Blood, Than The Trumpet”

“Louis Armstrong is perhaps the most influential instrumentalist and singer in the history of jazz. He is credited as being the first great soloist, one of the earliest jazz singers, and reputedly invented scat singing. On the occasion of his seventieth birthday (based upon the belief that he was born on July 4,1900, when it was actually August 4,1901), tributes from the greats of jazz arrived in the offices of Down Beat. Cootie Williams observed, "Louis Armstrong is the greatest trumpet player I ever heard in my life."' Fellow trumpeter William "Cat" Anderson said, "Louis Armstrong is the greatest horn player that ever played." Speaking for his later generation, Dizzy Gillespie argued Louis was "the cause of the trumpet in jazz.... He's the father of jazz trumpeting." This was supported by Thad Jones: "I think he's probably the greatest living influence in trumpet playing today." The saxophonist and trumpeter Benny Carter acknowledged, "He influenced so many instrumentalists—and not just trumpeters." This point was emphasized by saxophonist Cannonball Adderley, who claimed Armstrong as "our first important jazz soloist."

Armstrong's contribution to jazz was not only as an instrumentalist. As reed player Herb Hall opined, "He started it — both trumpet and jazz singing." For reed player Franz Jackson, Armstrong "seemed to make everyone sing, even people who could never sing. He made it sound so natural. Nobody ever did anything like that with their voice." Saxophonist Harry Carney said simply, "The sound of his voice makes you happy.""

Today Armstrong's singing is appreciated in equal measure to his playing, but while much has been written about Armstrong's playing, rather less has been written about Armstrong as a singer. One of the reasons for the initial resistance to acceptance of Louis's singing is that his singing has been rather more controversial. In his early career, both Joe Oliver and Fletcher Henderson, according to Armstrong, were "afraid of letting me sing thinking maybe, I'd sort of ruin their reputations, with their musical public.""

In April 1923 Armstrong began his recording career, cutting forty-two sides with Oliver. He did not sing on any of these recordings. Later he joined Henderson, and ignoring the fact that Joe Oliver did not let him sing either (at least on record), Louis complained, "Fletcher didn't dig me like Joe Oliver. He had a million dollar talent in his band and he never thought to let me sing." Armstrong had more opportunity to sing when he began recording under his own name as Louis Armstrong and the Hot Five in 1925. Less clear is how his recorded output from these years is representative of the music he was performing and singing in the dance halls, clubs, and vaudeville shows. Although he probably had more freedom to sing in live performance after leaving Fletcher Henderson's band, it was not until he was performing at the Vendome Theater in Chicago around 1926 that singing is known to have become a mainstay of his live performances.

By the late 1920s, Armstrong had already expanded his Hot Five to the Hot Seven, and by 1929 he was recording under the name Louis Armstrong and His Orchestra. The Great Depression of the 1930s fundamentally changed the music industry, and Armstrong had to adapt. In the 1920s Armstrong recorded for record companies that catered to the expanding black populations of the cities of Chicago and New York, and the African American population in the South.

With the Great Depression, a focus on niche "race" marketing was less attractive to record companies that preferred to sell to the mass market. The rise of radio as a cheaper alternative to costly phonograph records and the decline of vaudeville also began to affect the type of material that was recorded. With the rise of the mass market, and with radio providing a cheaper alternative to records, lyrics needed to be suitable for a wider audience of all ages,'" It is no coincidence that blues songs in Louis's recorded output reduced dramatically after the Wall Street Crash- In the years 1929 to 1931, Armstrong did not record a single twelve-bar blues."

The advent of "talking" pictures in 1927, with The Jazz Singer, also hastened the decline of the touring vaudeville shows. Armstrong was quick to capitalize on this trend. His earliest films were Rhapsody in Black and Blue (1932) and a Betty Boop cartoon of the same year. In his first film he sang "Shine" dressed in a leopard skin with the opening lyric "Oh, chocolate drop, that's me." He also appeared in the Betty Boop cartoon in a jungle scene dressed as a cannibal. The question that these films raise is the extent that racial attitudes have hindered serious investigation of Armstrong as a singer. While it can be argued that Armstrong's trumpet playing in these films "transcends the racist trappings" of his environment, to make the same argument about Armstrong the singer and entertainer is, on the surface of things, a little more awkward."

Succeeding generations of commentators have approached Armstrong's role as an African American in segregated America somewhat differently. It is likely that many African Americans of Armstrong's generation would have viewed Armstrong as something of a race champion. The song "Shine," for example, was written by black composers Ford Dabney and Cecile McPherson, and its lyrics can be interpreted as an assertion of black identity." This could explain Terry Teachout's observation that, in the film Rhapsody in Black and Blue, Armstrong "comes out less like Uncle Tom than Superman."'"

However, this assessment would not have been universally accepted by African Americans at the time. Hampton Institute educator and author Robert Russa Moton in 1929 claimed that "shine" and "darky" were only slightly less offensive than "nigger," and by 1933 the Chicago Defender, a black newspaper, considered all three to be equally offensive. However progressive the song "That's Why They Call Me Shine" may have been when it was first performed in 1910, by the 1930s some black intellectuals rejected popular culture and took a different view.

After World War II, the bebop generation also took a different view of Armstrong's role. Although he would change his mind later, Dizzy Gillespie initially criticized Armstrong for being an "Uncle Tom . . . grinning in the face of white racism."'' For some in the bebop generation it was possible to confront racism more directly than it had been just a few years earlier. In recent years there have been attempts to cast Louis as someone who transcended the racist society of his time: through "subversive comic art... disrupting from the sidelines," as though a "trickster, 'winking' at the audience."

Postmodern scholars may argue that Armstrong's scat singing "points at something outside the sayable ... evading or going beyond the racial and political structures of the time," but published lyrics were very much of their time. Minstrelsy and "coon songs" were a mainstay of American entertainment for both black and white audiences in Armstrong's early years. And more than anything else Armstrong wanted to entertain.

There is little evidence in what Armstrong said about the lyrics that he sang that he saw them as either offensive or conveying subversive messages. Armstrong responded to his critics: "There you go! See, now what's wrong with 'Shine'? I mean, the people are so narrow minded, they're worrying about the title, they forgot to listen to all that good music!... And I think if we just take it in a little easier stride, I don't know—a lot of people worry about a whole lot of unnecessary things and they don't do nothing about it."

One song he recorded many times was "When It's Sleepy Time Down South." In his early recordings, he sang the published lyric "darkies are crooning." When he was persuaded to change these lyrics to "people are crooning," at a subsequent recording session, he is remembered to have asked, "What do you want me to call those black sons-of-bitches this morning?"

In a radio interview in 1956, Armstrong discussed his views on the lyrics and titles of some of his songs: "Now pertaining to titles and things, I remember the time we made a record called 'Shine,''Black and Blue,' things like that, why people would—you know, especially our people, the Negroes—they'd probably get insulted a little for no reason at all."" There seems little reason not to take Armstrong at his word. He was brought up in a period when racism permeated all aspects of show business, and Armstrong saw himself as an entertainer whose job it was to please the public. For him, the lyrics of his songs were not significant, but for others they have been, and this may have prevented Armstrong's singing being explored with the same rigor as his trumpet playing.

And then there is the question of Louis's vocal style: white audiences, in particular, needed persuasion to accept Louis as a singer; this is evident from Armstrong's first autobiography Swing That Music (1936)- Rudy Vallee wrote an introduction praising Armstrong's trumpet playing before describing the "utterly mad, hoarse, inchoate mumble-jumble that is Louis's 'singing.'" But, Vallee encouraged readers, if they studied more closely they would come to see that his singing is "beautifully timed and executed," and acknowledged that he had "perfect command of time spacing, of rhythm, harmony and pitch."

John Petters has argued, "Satchmo more or less invented the art of jazz singing." He would go on to say, "the body of work Louis laid down in the 1930s for Decca, where he performed mostly pop songs of the day, amply showcased this unique talent." However, Armstrong's eagerness to please the public with popular song throughout his career often distanced him from those promoting the acceptance of jazz as an art form, and this too affected study of Armstrong's singing."

Music critics often judged Louis's singing inferior to his playing. In 1962 jazz writer Leonard Feather reflected on how to explain Louis Armstrong's contribution to music to a generation reared on modern jazz. He concluded that it "might be easier" were it not that the "personality who, as a singer and comedian rather than a trumpeter . . . had already [by the 1930s] forsaken the blues almost entirely in favor of popular songs." He went on to complain, "Singing once incidental on his records (many of the Hot Five sides had no vocals), became indispensable." This was written before Louis Armstrong's biggest hit: "Hello Dolly."Melody Maker headlined this recording as "The Hit No One Wanted."

On one level, the Melody Maker story was a celebration of the persistence of Armstrong's manager, Joe Glaser, to get the record made. But the headline can also be interpreted as a prediction of the reaction of many jazz critics. As Gunther Schuller lamented late in Armstrong's career, he "embraced singing as a full-time commitment, equal in its allocation to his trumpet playing. And it was as a singer—of songs like 'Hello Dolly’ and 'Mack the Knife'— that a large public was finally to know Armstrong in the last decade or so of his life. One cannot help feeling that his genius and art somehow deserved better than that!"

Louis's singing also had a utilitarian role. Barney Bigard remembered that in the late 1940s and early 1950s "Louis worked so hard that his lip gave out — just like that. It lasted for about two weeks and he got mighty worried. But you know him, he just went along, did a lot of singing and eventually his lip got back into shape."" From the 1930s onward, singing provided a way to rest his lip between playing trumpet passages.

In his lifetime, the abiding image is of Louis Armstrong as a man of two exceptional talents. His first talent was as a trumpet player — the first great soloist of jazz — and the second a singer whose unique approach to singing was generally appreciated in its own right, but due to commercial pressures and the effects of age on his lip, had come to dominate Armstrong’s later years. After his death on July 6, 1971, a one off special collector's magazine was published. Stanley Dance summed up the prevailing view: "The original Louis Armstrong was a trumpeter par excellence who threw in humorous vocalizations as a kind of bonus."

After his death opinion on the significance of Armstrong the vocalist began to change. Gunther Schuller, writing in 1986, observed:
“To the listener orientated to "classical" singing, Louis's voice, with its rasp and totally unorthodox technique, usually comes as a complete shock. The reaction is often to set the voice aside as primitive and uncouth. Actually, Louis's singing is but a vocal counterpart of his playing, just as natural and inspired. In his singing we can hear all the nuances, inflections, and natural ease of his trumpet playing, including even the bends and scoops, vibrato and shakes."

Some writers would acknowledge Armstrong's influence on other singers. In a chapter titled "Armstrong the Celebrity," in their book Jazz: From Its Origins to the Present (1993), Lewis Porter, Michael Ullman, and Edward Hazell observe, "His singing while continually entertaining, is not to be dismissed artistically: It influenced Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and a host of others.""

By 2001 Gary Giddins felt that he was being redundant in saying that the genius of Louis Armstrong "can be relished in 'Hello Dolly’ as well as in 'West End Blues.' But there I go again making an argument I just said no longer needed to be made."

Although Armstrong's vocal contribution is now generally seen as of equal significance to his cornet playing, with very few exceptions the prevailing view is that his singing and playing are not related. Brian Marker's otherwise excellent assessment of Armstrong's recordings of the 1920s argues that Armstrong's "singing had little direct effect on the transformation of jazz in the 19205 from an ensemble based music to a solo based music."43 It is this assumption that this book challenges. I argue that Armstrong's singing did have a direct influence on Armstrong's ability to transform the earlier ensemble jazz to a solo based music that he played on his cornet.

The connection between Armstrong's singing and playing will be developed, in part, through Armstrong's own explanations for his musical development. Armstrong believed singing was the nexus of his musicianship. He proclaimed flatly, "Singing was more into my blood, than the trumpet." The reason, he explained, was "I had been singing, all of my life. In Churches, etc. I had one of the finest All Boys Quartets that ever walked the streets of New Orleans."

This is an important point in understanding Armstrong as a musician. He thought of himself first and foremost as a singer who played the cornet. However much he loved his horn, to Armstrong his instrument was an extension of his voice. What is more, when he said "I figure singing and playing is the same," he meant that he applied the same principles to his phrasing and note choices as a singer that he did when he played cornet.

He explained in some detail the relationship between his singing and his playing in an interview in 1960. Armstrong was asked about how all of the members of his band could be improvising at the same time. His answer to this question makes it clear that when he said that playing and singing were the same he was not speaking figuratively. In essence, what the questioner asked was how collective improvisation functions. This is a question that has confounded musicologists, but Armstrong's answer was very clear: "In the early days in New Orleans they always had one in the band that could read. Either the trumpet player, or the cornet player, or the piano player maybe, we always had one." The reason for this, as Armstrong explained, was that somebody in the band needed to play the lead part: the melody as published. He continued, "So we'd go down to the music store, in the days before radios. and get the new piano copies, tunes that just come in New Orleans, and all you'd do is just run the lead down once."' Once the lead part was mastered, "We'd woodshed on the weekend just blowing."

He went on to explain how the other instruments would find their harmony parts: "If you'd sing in a quartet, you ordinarily get your harmony, if you sing baritone, you sing tenor, and I'm gonna sing the lead, you bass. Do you understand? So if I sing 'Sweet Adeline,'" (sings the melody), "right now you gonna sing 'Sweet Adeline,'" he then sang a harmony part, and that's "the same every number. So you've got to practice."” Having discussed the methods used by a vocal quartet to find their harmony parts, he then explicitly related this to instruments: "If you do it on the instrument then love the instrument."

What Armstrong described in this single interview was how a barbershop quartet rehearses and how the same practices were applied in New Orleans to a jazz band and its instruments. This also explains why singing was "more into" Armstrong's blood than the trumpet. His formative years were spent singing in quartets. It was in quartets that he developed his ear for music and learned how to construct the lines that he would go on to play on his horn.

In part the argument made in this book for the connection between Armstrong's singing in a quartet and his cornet solos will be developed by analysis of his recorded solos.

In his solos, Armstrong often played "blue" notes associated with blues tonality. These blue notes are characteristic of particular voices in a barbershop quartet. Armstrong often sang tenor in his boyhood quartet. The tenor voice sings a third above the lead voice, often alternating between minor and major third. This gives rise to what later theorists would describe as "blues thirds." Similar distinctive progressions in the baritone voice in a quartet result in flatted seventh notes in this voice. The flatted third and seventh are the two most common "blue notes" identified in Armstrong's cornet playing.

Armstrong also often arpeggiated chords, implying harmony that is not commonly found in European music. Later jazz musicians would describe this practice as chord substitution: where one chord could be replaced with another. Given that improvising the harmony around a melody is foundational to barbershop practice, chord substitution in Armstrong's playing also provides evidence of the connection between his singing barbershop harmony and features evident in his cornet playing.

In the early chapters of this book, the connection between Armstrong the singer and Armstrong the musician will be made by placing him in context with other musicians who also used the same barbershop principles to inform their playing and compositions. When Armstrong was young, barbershop singing was a mainstay of recreational and professional music making. People sang in quartets, at home, in bars, on street corners, and on minstrel and vaudeville stages. People sang as they worked and they sang in their worship. This was the culture that Armstrong grew up in, one he knew well, and one in which he excelled. Singing was his musical foundation: it was his life.”

Bill Evans “in” Paris “with” Gene Lees

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 “It is difficult for me to write about Bill. His life, Helen's [Keane, Bill’s producer], and my own were too closely involved for too long a time. For the last two years I have been trying without success to find a way to write an extended portrait of Bill.”
- Gene Lees

"Everything he plays seems to be the distillation of the music. In How Deep Is the Ocean, he never states the original melody. Yet his performance is the quin­tessence of it. On My Foolish Heart, he plays nothing but the mel­ody, but you still receive that essence of the thing.

‘Pianistically,’ he's beautiful. He never seems to be hung up in doing anything he wants to do, either technically or harmonically. When he's confronted with a choice in improvisation, he doesn't have to wonder which voicing of a chord is best. He knows. A given voicing will have different effects in different registers, especially when you use semitones as much as he does. So he constantly shifts voicings, depending on the register. And he is technically capable of executing his thought immediately. It's as if the line between his brain and his fingers were absolutely direct."
- pianist, Warren Bernhardt

“There have been times when, hearing Bill Evans, I have thought: this music, so emotionally unprotected, so completely exposed in its feeling—take it into the real world and that world will crush it and crush the man who made it. Perhaps, after all, that is what happened.

But what a heritage he left us.
- Martin Williams

Before his death in April 2010, I shared some correspondence with Gene Lees, who reigned for many years as one of Jazz’s most erudite observers and writers.

I initiated it by writing to him and requesting his permission to include his essay, I Hear the Shadows Dancing: Gerry Mulligan, in my blog feature on Jeru. Gene wrote back granting me the sought after copyright permission.

Not too long after our initial exchange of messages, Gene contacted me about my reference to him in the lead-in to my multi-part feature on the late pianist and vibraphonist, Victor Feldman inwhich I state:

Mentioning my name in the same context as that of Gene Lees, the esteemed Jazz writer, might be the height of presumption on my part, but in doing so in this instance, I mean it only as the basis for a speculative empathy that he and I might have in common.

Because of his close and enduring friendship with Bill Evans, the legendary Jazz pianist, many of us in the Jazz World have been patiently waiting for what could only be termed the definitive work on Bill and his music as provided by Gene Lees, the cardinal writer on the subject of Jazz in the second half of the 20th century.

And yet, while there is an exquisite chapter by Gene about Bill entitled “The Poet” in his compilation, Meet Me at Jim and Andy’s, Mr. Lees has not ventured forth with the long-awaited, full-length treatment on Evans.

The reasons why Gene’s book on Bill Evans has not materialized can only be surmised, but perhaps, and this is mere conjecture on my part, Gene is too close to his subject.

Also, he may be overwhelmed by the immensity of dealing with the size of the footprint that Bill left on Jazz.  Or, it may be, again a supposition on my part, that the loss of his friend is still something that weighs heavily upon him making the task of writing objectively about Evans a difficult one.


“Not so,” Gene wrote: “See the February, 1984 edition of the Jazzletter.

Gene had been writing this monthly newsletter since 1981, but, as I replied, I had only been a subscriber since 1991 and did not have that edition.

A few days later, a copy of Volume 3, No. 7 of the February, 1984 Jazzletter arrived in the mail.

It contained what can only be described as a dedicatory essay to his late friend, pianist Bill Evans, somewhat disguised, if you will, as Gene’s review of Bill’s two volume Paris Concerts.

This musicon these CDs had been issued posthumously on Elektra Musician a few years after Bill’s death in September, 1980.

Gene included a note in which he generously offered me his permission to “use all or part of it on your blog.”

Although, he would be quite effusive in his praise of Peter Pettinger’s Bill Evans: How My Heart Sings when it came out in 1998 New Haven: Yale University Press,] and even publish the essay that preceded it  - Bill Evans Observed (British Classical Pianist Peter Pettinger Considers Evans’ Work) in the Vol. 11, No. 11 edition of the Jazzletter, the much hoped-for book length treatment on Evans by Gene Lees, his close-friend and confidant, never materialized.

Perhaps, some of the reasons that I surmised in the introduction to my Victor Feldman blog feature held sway after all, but I never got around to discussing these points any further with Gene due to his passing.

© -Gene Lees, used with the author’s permission. Copyright protected; all rights reserved.

“RE: PERSON I KNEW

When Modigliani died, the prices of his paintings shot up overnight, and now are astronomical. In a delicious example of funereal opportunism, his home town of Livorno, Italy, which ignored him when he was alive, is dredging its canal in search of sculptures he deep-sixed there one night in 1914 in disgust with this aspect of his own work. If any are found, someone will make a lot of money.


That an artist's work rises in "value" with his death is inevitable, but the record industry is outstanding in the exploitation of necrophilia, as witness the cases of Janis Joplin, John Lennon, and Elvis Presley. Nor has jazz been free of this kind of avarice.

If it is true that an artist has a right to be judged by his best work, it is only just that in most instances the recordings a jazz musician has rejected be left in obscurity. He clearly did not want to be represented by them. To issue flawed or interrupted takes to milk a few more dollars out of the departed is questionable practice.

No such unfortunate story attaches to the two albums producer Helen Keane has derived from tapes of two concerts played in ParisNovember 26, 1979, by the Bill Evans Trio. They are not only not inferior Evans. They are, in my opinion, the best and highest examples of his extraordinary talent to be found on record.

It is difficult for me to write about Bill. His life, Helen's, and my own were too closely involved for too long a time. For the last two years I have been trying without success to find a way to write an extended portrait of Bill.

I had not listened to Bill very much in his last years. And what these albums, recorded less than ten months before his death, prove beyond question is that he had begun to evolve and grow again, which is unusual in artists in any field. Artists tend to find their methods early and remain faithful to them, which sometimes leads in actors to the kind of mannered and self-satirizing performance so sadly typified by John Barrymore at the end. It is rare to see sudden growth in older jazz musicians, as we have in the case of Dizzy Gillespie since he changed his embouchure two or three years ago. Bill, on the clear evidence of these albums, was in his most fertile period when we lost him.

Jazz is not the ceaseless fount of pure invention that some of its annotators believe it or would like it to be. "They think," Ray Brown said dryly, "we just roll out of bed and play a D-major scale." Every good jazz musician develops his own methods — approaches to scales, chord voicings, ways of playing arpeggios, rhythmic figures. If a critic likes a certain musician, he will graciously refer to these recurring patterns, if at all, as the man's licks. If he doesn't like the playing, he will draw attention to them as clichés.

Bill too had his clichés. But they were very much his. Many pianists have copped them, and still more have tried. He was far and away the most influential jazz pianist after Bud Powell. And he used his various configurations in interesting combinations. There were, however, times when he seemed stuck in them. Had I not known of what he was capable, I would doubtless have found these performances marvelous. But his work at such times bored me, a fact I always tried to conceal from him, although he probably knew. Perhaps he too was bored by it.

I first heard him on the album Everybody Digs Bill Evans, which remains a landmark. Oscar Peterson raised the level of playing the piano in jazz to the proficiency long the norm in classical music. It was Lalo Schifrin who made this remarkably apt observation: "It was said in their own time that Liszt conquered the piano, Chopin seduced it. Oscar is our Liszt and Bill is our Chopin." The poetry of Bill's playing compels the comparison to Chopin, whose music, incidentally, Bill played exquisitely. Oscar brought jazz piano to the bravura level of the great Romantic pianists. Bill, who said he was strongly influenced by Oscar, brought to bear coloristic devices and voicings and shadings from composers usually considered post-Romantic, including Debussy, Ravel, Poulenc, and Scriabin, and maybe Alban Berg. After listening to a test pressing of Conversations with Myself that I had sent him, Glenn Gould phoned to say of Bill, "He's the Scriabin of jazz." I had no idea whether Bill was even that familiar with Scriabin, but sure enough, he turned out to be a Scriabin buff, and gave me a soft and enormously enlightening dissertation on that Russian, whose mysticism seemingly appealed to a like element in Bill's own half-Russian half-Welsh soul. (One of my pleasant memories is of introducing Bill to Glenn. They so admired each other.)


Everybody Digs Bill Evans was a hauntingly lyrical album. It managed to blend sophisticated methods with a trusting youthful emotionality, almost like the music of Grieg. I was discussing Grieg with Bill once, specifically the lovely Holberg Suite. "I went through a phase of pretending I didn't like Grieg," I said. "So did I," Bill said. And, anticipating his answer, I said, "I know what happened to me, but what happened to you?""The intellectuals got to me," he said. Bill and I shared a distrust of intellectualism.

The mood of Everybody Digs, that springtime lilac poignancy, is muted in his later albums. There are moments when it comes forth, as in the astonishing Love Theme from "Spartacus"track in Conversations. But generally Bill's development was in the direction of intelligence (which is not the same thing as intellectualism). Bill knew, and even acknowledged once in an interview, that there was something special in Everybody Digs that had been lost. And he seemed to want to combine both qualities.

Bill was one of those wonderfully coordinated people. His posture and his bespectacled mien made him seem almost fragile, but stripped, he was, at least in his thirties, strong and lean, with well-delineated musculature. He had played football in college, he was a superb driver with fine reflexes (who, like Glenn Gould, had a taste for snappy cars), he was a golfer of professional stature, and he was, by all testimony, a demon pool shark.

When he was young, he looked like some sort of sequestered and impractical scholastic. There is a heartbreaking photo of him on the cover of the famous Village Vanguard recordings, made for Riverside in 1961 and reissued on Milestone in 1973. Whether that photo was taken before or after the grim death of Scott LaFaro in an automobile accident ten days after the sessions, I do not know.

But there is something terribly vulnerable and sad in Bill's young, gentle, ingenuous face. I knew Scott LaFaro only slightly, through Bill, and I didn't like him. He seemed to me smug and self-congratulatory. But he was a brilliant bass player, as influential on his instrument as Bill was on his, and Bill always said Scott was not at all like that when you got past the surface, which I of course never did. The shock of Scott's death stayed with Bill for years, and he felt vaguely guilty about it. This is not speculation. He told me so. He felt that he had made insufficient use of the time he and Scott had had together. He was like a man with a lost love, always looking to find its replacement. He had a deep rapport with Eddie Gomez, but perhaps he came as close to replacing Scott in his life as he ever would in the young Marc Johnson, at the end.


In any event, to look into that face, with its square short small-­town-America 1950s haircut, is terribly revealing, particularly when you contrast it with Bill's later photos. He looked like the young WASP in those days, which he never was — he was a Celtic Slav — but in the later years, when he had grown a beard and left his hair long in some sort of final symbolic departure from Plainfield, New Jersey, he looked more and more Russian, which his mother was. She used to read his Russian fan mail to him, and answer it. Russian jazz fans, I am told, think of him as their own.

His speech was low level but he was highly literate and articulate. He was expert on the novels of Thomas Hardy, and he was fascinated with words and letters and their patterns. Re: Person I Knew, one of his best-known compositions, which is recapitulated yet again in the second of the Paris albums, is an anagram on the name of Orrin Keepnews, who produced for Riverside all Bill's early albums and was one of his first champions. Another of Bill's titles, N.Y.C.'s No Lark, which it certainly isn't, is an anagram on the name of Sonny Clark, whom Bill said was one of his influences. He also, by the way, said that the Toronto pianist Bill Clifton was one of his influences. But Clifton, who committed suicide, never recorded. He simply was one of Bill's innumerable pianist friends. I've heard tapes of Clifton, who was much older than Bill, and you can hear a certain seed that grew in Bill's own playing.

Bill's knowledge of the entire range of jazz piano was phenomenal. Benny Golson says that when he first heard Bill — they were both in their teens — he played like, of all people, Milt Buckner. One night late at the Village Vanguard in New York, when there was almost no audience, Bill played about ten minutes of "primitive" blues. "I can really play that stuff," he said afterwards with a sly kind of little-boy grin. And he could.

And he had phenomenal technique. I doubt if anyone in the history of jazz piano had more. But he never, never showed off those chops for the mere display of them. He kept technique in total subservience to musicality. But he assuredly had it. I once saw him sight-reading Rachmaninoff preludes at tempo.

One of the greatest glories of his playing was his tone. Trilingual people will often be found to speak their third language with the accent of the second. I suspect this phenomenon may carry over into music. Oscar Peterson first played trumpet, which may account for the soaring nature of his playing and that shining projecting sound. Bill was a fine flutist, although he rarely played the instrument in the later years.

The level of his dynamics was usually low, like his speech. He was a very soft player. But within that range, his playing was full of subtle dynamic shadings and constantly shifting colors. Some physicists have argued that a pianist cannot have a personal and individual "tone" because of the nature of the instrument, which consists of a bunch of felt hammers hitting strings. So much for theory. It is all in how the hammers are made to strike the strings, as well of course as the more obvious effects of pedaling, of which Bill was a master.

One of the great piano teachers (and one of the unsung influences on jazz) was Serge Chaloff’s mother, all of whose students, including Dave MacKay and Mike Renzi, have, beautiful tone in common. Mike showed me how he gets it: it is a matter of pulling the finger toward you as it touches the key, drawing the sound out of the instrument, as it were. It is a comparatively flat-fingered approach, as opposed to the vertical hammer-stroke attack with which so many German piano teachers tensed up the hands and ruined the playing of generations of American children.

Bill used to argue with me that his playing was not all that flat-fingered, but I sat low by the keyboard on many occasions and watched, and it certainly looked that way to me. On one such occasion, I kidded him about his rocking a finger on a key on a long note at the end of a phrase. After all, the hammer has already left the string: one has no further physical contact with the sound. "Don't you know the piano has no vibrato?" I said.


"Yes," Bill responded, "but trying for it affects what comes before it in the phrase." That borders on the mystical, but he was right. Dizzy Gillespie and Lalo Schifrin were once in Erroll Garner's room at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles. Erroll was putting golf balls into a cup against the wall. Dizzy asked if he might try it, took Erroll's putter, and sank one ball after another, to the amazement of Erroll and Lalo, who asked if he had played a lot of golf. He said he had never done it before. How, then, was he doing it? "I just imagine," Birks said, "that I'm the ball and I want to be in the cup." He with a golf ball and Bill with a vibrato influencing events in time already past were, deliberately or no, practicing pure Zen.

Bill did not always have that tone. Some time before he recorded Everybody Digs, he took a year off and went into comparative reclusion to rebuild his tone, with which he was dissatisfied. I doubt that he consciously sought to be flute-like, but some ideal derived from playing that other instrument surely was in his conception. Whatever the process, the result of that year was the golden sound that in recent years has often been emulated though never equaled.

And that year was typical of him.

He made absolutely no claims for himself. Orrin Keepnews had a hard time talking him into making his first album as a leader, New Jazz Conceptions, recorded before Everybody Digs, in 1957, when Bill was about twenty-eight. It is, incidentally, a remarkable album even now, a highly imaginative excursion through bebop, in which we hear strong hints of the Bill Evans that he would within two years become.

When Orrin gathered glowing testimonials from Miles Davis, Ahmad Jamal and others for the cover of Everybody Digs, Bill said, "Why didn't you get one from my mother?" But what he was — an emergent genius — was apparent to every musician with ears, though credit for the earliest discovery no doubt goes to Mundell Lowe, who heard him in New Orleans when Bill was still an undergraduate at SoutheasternLouisianaCollege, and hired him for summer jobs.

Bill said once, "I had to work harder at music than most cats, because you see, man, I don't have very much talent."

The remark so dumfounded me that I did not retort to it for about ten years, when I reminded him of it.

"But it's true," he said. "Everybody talks about my harmonic conception. I worked very hard at that because I didn't have very good ears."

"Maybe working at it is the talent," I said.

Bill once said to me that despite the obvious differences in their playing, he and Oscar Peterson played alike in that their work was pianistic. This is a crucial point. The influence of Earl Hines had become widespread, resulting in the phenomenon of so-called one-handed pianists, that is to say pianists playing "horn lines" in the right hand accompanied by laconic chords in the left. It was an approach to piano that reached a zenith in bebop, but for all the inventiveness of some of these players, it was an approach that eschewed three-quarters of what the instrument was capable of.

The piano is not naturally an ensemble instrument. It is a solo instrument. It has no place in the traditional symphony orchestra, although some Twentieth Century composers occasionally use it for color as a member of the percussion section. It is wheeled onstage as a guest, as it were, for concertos. Even in chamber music, it always sounds a little like an outsider. Gerry Mulligan had good reason to leave it out of his quartet — and precedent in the marching bands of New Orleans. Played to its full potential, the piano overwhelms everything around it, and so, in jazz, it must in a context of horns be played with exceptional restraint. The perfect orchestral jazz pianist was Count Basic, who understood this and actually restricted a not inconsiderable technique.

If the piano is to be what it inherently it, is must be taken away from the horns, allowed to do its solo turn, like a great magician or juggler. It is not by its nature an ensemble actor but the spell­binding story-teller. It is Homeric. Because jazz is a music whose tradition is so heavily rooted in horns, the instrument is therefore very much misunderstood, which fact results in those strange comments that Oscar Peterson plays "too much", the logical extension of which is that Bach writes too much. Art Tatum so thoroughly understood the nature of the problem that he preferred, I am told, to play without a rhythm section. If, however, a pianist wants to partake of that special joy of making music with a rhythm section, the logical context is the trio, a format elected by Nat Cole in those too-few years before his success as a singer overwhelmed his career as a pianist.

Oscar Peterson changed the nature of jazz piano, and Bill changed it further. Oscar's sources were Tatum, Teddy Wilson, Nat Cole, Fats Waller, James P. Johnson, although an overlooked influence is that of his sister, Daisy, who taught him.

I once had to write an essay on Oscar for Holiday magazine in New York. I was musing on what Bill had said about the similarity in their playing. I realized that there were also similarities in personality, including a profound stubbornness. When Oscar has made up his mind to something, a tractor cannot budge him. And Bill was the same.

I noted that Oscar was born August 15. On a whim I phoned Bill — this was when he was living in Riverdale — and said, "What's your birth date?"

"August 16," he said. "Why?"

"You're going to laugh," I said, and told him.


But he didn't laugh. He said, "I used to think there was nothing to it, but over the years I've noticed with my groups that the signs have often worked out. Leos do seem to be stubborn. You know," he said, naming a certain superb bassist whom he had fired, "he's a Leo. And he was always trying to run the group. I told him, 'Look, if you want to lead a trio, form your own.' But it didn't do any good, and I let him go." He paused a second, then said, "I'd never have a Leo in my trio."

I laughed out loud, partly at the sound of it and partly because he had in that generalization illustrated the very quality we were discussing. On the one hand, I cannot imagine that Bill would ever have rejected a man solely for his sun sign. On the other hand, as far as 1 know, Bill was ever afterwards the only Leo in that trio.

Bassist Marc Johnson and drummer Joe LaBarbera, who were with him at the end and in these Paris recordings, were beautifully sympathetic to Bill. Characteristically, he gave them much credit for what had happened in his playing, suggesting a direct relationship between this final trio and the one with LaFaro and Paul Motian.

The two Paris albums — whose covers, by the way, deserve graphic design awards — consist almost entirely of material he had recorded before, which gives us a chance to compare his early and late work. The first, Elektra Musician 60164-1, comprises I Do It for Your Love; Quiet Now, a Denny Zeitlin composition of which Bill was particularly fond; Noelle's Theme; My Romance, I Love You Porgy; Up with the Lark (a Kern tune; Bill had a flair for reviving forgotten gems); All Mine, and Beautiful Love. The second, Elektra Musician 60311-1-E, contains Re: Person I Knew; Gary's Theme, a Gary McFarland tune; three of his own tunes, Letter to Evan (his son); 34 Skiddoo; Laurie; and the Miles Davis tune Nardis.

My Romance was in that first Riverside LP, New Jazz Conceptions, recorded when he was twenty-eight, uncertain of his worth, and uncomfortable with the praise that was being poured on him. He truly believed he didn't deserve it, as he said to me once in a long letter I lost in a fire, which is all the more unfortunate in that it was one of the most remarkable examples of self-analysis by an artist I have ever encountered. I vividly remember one line of it: "If people wouldn't believe I was a bum, I was determined to prove it." He never succeeded in proving any such thing to any of us.

That early My Romance is two choruses long, ballad tempo, without intro. He simply plays the tune, twice, solo, with minimal variation. But already there is that enormous control of the instrument, and those intelligent voice leadings — Bill loved the writing of Bob Farnon. To go from that version to the one in Paris twenty-two-and-a-half years later, is fascinating, and somewhat disturbing. The later version opens with a long intro that has only the most abstract relationship to the tune, as Bill moves through a series of chords that float ambiguously (to my ear at least) between A-flat and E-flat, then goes into the tune itself, in C, up ­tempo, with rhythm section.

It is like a sudden sunburst, so bright, and the audience applauds. C, incidentally, is the key of the early Riverside version. Bill was very fussy about keys. When he was taking on a new tune, he would try it out in all the keys — and such was his influence on other pianists that his (and my) friend Warren Bernhardt learned Bill's My Bells with Bill's voicings in all twelve keys, as a discipline. In any case, My Romance stayed in C for all those years, but the last version is profoundly different, a distillation of years of musical wisdom, quite abstract, exploding with energy and life.

In the first album we hear a prodigy; in the Paris album we hear an old master. Bob Offergeld said to me once that revolutions in art do not come from the young upstarts but from old masters who have grown bored with their own proficiency. This is obvious in the work of Henry Moore, whose early sculptures are representational, excellent, and academic, and in the work of Beethoven, whose First Symphony echoes Mozart and whose late quartets foreshadow jazz, among other things. The change in

Bill's playing reminds me a little of the evolution of Rembrandt's brushwork, but even more of the development of Turner, whose representational landscapes gave way in his later years to something bordering on the non-objective. An exhibition of Turner's late work is startling for its modernity. In his seeking for light and pure color he anticipated the French Impressionists. Something like that happened to Bill's playing. What were once conspicuous and characteristic phrases, executed in some detail, have been condensed into quick slashes, elided into casual and passing comment in the search for something else, possibly even something beyond music. Everything about his playing has become condensed.

Phil Woods went into a fury a year or so ago when he read a critic's comment that Bill didn't swing. First of all, "swing" is a tricky verb as applied to music. What swings for one person may not swing for another, since the process involves a good deal of the subjective. It is impossible to state as an objective "fact" that something "doesn't" swing. What Bill did not do was swing obviously. If you want to hear Bill swing obviously, go back to the first Riverside album. The influence of Bud Powell was, it seems to me, not yet internalized, and Bill goes bopping happily away, backed by Teddy Kotick and Paul Motian, banging out the time in a way that only the deaf could miss. But like Turner making the implicit assumption that you don't need obvious waves and horizon and clouds to know what the sea looks like and giving you only his heightened perception of them, Bill often in his later years didn't hit you over the head with the time. He assumed you knew where it was.

He was quite conscious of what he was doing. He once explained to me how he felt about it, and I do not know whether he ever told anyone else. He drew an analogy to shadow lettering in which the letters seem raised and you see not the letters themselves but the shadows they apparently cast. That's how Bill played time, or more precisely played with it.


When Bill was recording the Spartacus track, he did any number of takes on the basic track, the one on which he would later overdub two more. This performance, which is a miracle, should be listened to in a special way, and on good stereo equipment. Bill said that he had to get a perfect basic track, or the others wouldn't work. His mystical perception of time is evident in this performance. There are three pianists, in effect, although they are all Bill. And they play separate solos. It's very weird. And the pianist playing the first, or basic track, is a very responsive accompanist to those other two soloists who are going to be playing an hour or so from now.

In some strange way, Bill is hearing what his other two selves are going to do. And then, when he dubs in the later tracks, his response to the earlier playing indicates that he is remembering it perfectly. That performance is free and rhapsodic, with a retard at the end. After Bill had made seven or eight passes at the basic track, Creed Taylor, who was producing the album, pushed the log sheet across the counter in the control room to Helen and me and tapped it with his finger, indicating the timings: 5:05, 5:06, 5:04, 5:05, 5:07, 5:05. Bill had that kind of time.

By the way, Bill is playing Glenn Gould's piano on that album, the one Glenn kept in New York. When I sent Glenn the test pressing and told him that it was done on his piano, he said "I'll kill him!"

There is no better refutation of the definition of jazz as a folk music than Bill Evans.


To be sure, it once was a popular music, though whether anything as complex as collective improvisation should have ever been called "folk" art is doubtful. As the music evolved in the 1920s, few of its practitioners apparently thought of themselves as Artistes, although it may now and then have crossed someone's mind that what they were doing might have more than passing value.

It is in retrospect that we see that what Louis Armstrong and those he inspired were doing was genuine art. A few pioneering critics seem to have taken the accurate measure of jazz before the performers themselves, although the striving for quality was always there, as it is (or should be) in masonry or cabinet-making. It is in the 1940s, really, that genuine awareness of jazz as an art becomes widespread among the musicians themselves.

No musician I ever knew consciously respected jazz as an art form more than Bill, and his encyclopedic knowledge of all music, quite aside from his own accomplishment, gave him more than sufficient qualification to make that judgment.

What we hear in the Paris album is a distillation of his intense dedication to it.
The playing is open and deeply communicative and very lovely, like that of Everybody Digs, but at the same time it is far more daring and complex, both in thought and texture. And the tone! Oh, the tone! It simply glistens.


If you loved Bill's playing, I would urge that you run, not walk, to a record store and get these two albums. Indeed, I would suggest that you get two copies of each, then tape them for listening and store the originals. The reason is that Bruce Lundvall has left Elektra Records to join Capitol, and the only reason that the Musician label existed is that Bruce willed it into being. Elektra is a division of Warner Communications. These albums are inextricably contracted to the company, sad to say. Given Warners' dedication to avarice and historic indifference to music, it is impossible to guess how long these albums will remain in print.


Bill knew pianists all over the world. They idolized him. One of them, Doug Riley, in Toronto, sat up all night and played in mourning when Bill died. And no one knows how many musicians wrote heartbroken farewells in music to him, including George Shearing, Steve Allen, Mickey Leonard. Phil Woods wrote a lovely melody simply titled Goodbye Mr. Evans.

I was in Canada at the time. The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation called me and, knowing of our relationship, asked me to do an interview about Bill. They played Tony Bennett's record of Waltz for Debby, the version he made with Bill on piano — Tony has recorded the tune three times. Music and fragrances have astonishing powers of summoning up the past and, as I listened, it all came back to me, all the places where I had spent time with Bill: Los Angeles, Toronto, Chicago, Paris, Montreux, New York.

I remembered writing the Waltz for Debby lyric in Helen's living room. (Jobim always calls it The Debby Waltz.) And it hit me that Bill was really gone, and I began to come apart. It was just at this point that the lady producer of the show asked possibly the most tactless question I have ever had in an interview. She said, "Can you tell us any funny stories about him?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yet, oddly, I did think of several funny incidents.

Bill had gone to his mother's in Florida to straighten out his life, a phrase that needs no explanation to those who knew him, and he had done so, in one of his periodic acts of courage. When he came back to New York, he bunked with me in my small basement apartment on West End Avenue at 70th Street. A whole bunch of us lived in the neighborhood — Phil Ramone, Roger Kellaway, Billy Byers, Tony Studd, Erroll Garner. Bill and I wrote Turn Out the Stars at that time. The title was a variant on that of some dumb movie we saw on late-night television, Turn Off the Moon. The song is so dark that I have never had the guts to sing it, and, so far as I know, only Ruth Price ever has. And that is peculiar. Its hopelessness is at variance with the fact that it was a very happy time in both our lives.

That little apartment, with a sofa and rump-sprung armchairs, a rented spinet piano and worn carpet, seemed hidden and safe. Its kitchen and living room gave onto a small cement courtyard from which, if you looked up, you could see a rectangle of sky. Warren Bernhardt used to come by, and Gary McFarland, and Jobim. Bill used to wake me up in the morning and give me a harmony lesson. "I think of all harmony," he said one such morning, "as an expansion from and return to the tonic."

We were both nominated for Grammy awards that year, Bill for Conversations with Myself. He had nothing appropriate to wear to the banquet. As it happened, I was storing a closet full of clothes for Woody Herman, one of the dapper dressers in the history of the business. There was a particularly well-made blue blazer which, to Bill's surprise and mine, fit him perfectly. So he donned it. Just before we were to leave, I turned somehow and spilled a drink in his lap. Fortunately there was another pair of slacks that fit him. We picked up Helen and went to the banquet. And I managed to repeat the trick: I turned and spilled another drink in his lap. He said, "Man, are you trying to tell me something?" At that moment, they called his name. Bill picked up his Grammy for Conversations very wet.

Bill had never met Woody Herman, one of his early idols, and I arranged for the three of us to have lunch a few days later. Bill turned up wearing, to my horror, that blazer. "Do you like the jacket?" Bill said, after the formality of introduction. "It looks faintly familiar," Woody said. Bill flung it open with a matadorial gesture to show its brilliant lining. "How do you like the monogram?" he said. It was of course WH. "It stands," Bill said, "for William Heavens." And Woody laughed. Fortunately.

That evening we went to hear the band. Woody tried to introduce a tune only to be interrupted by some drunk blearily shouting, "Play Woodpeckers Ball." Woody tried to talk him down but the drunk persisted, "Play Woodpecker's Ball."

Finally, Woody said, "All right, for Charlie Pecker over there, we're going to play Woodpecker's Ball."

"Man," said Bill, who was of course quite shy, "that takes real hostility. If I tried that, some cat would come up on the bandstand and punch me in the mouth."


After I finished the CBC interview, the one person I wanted to be with was Oscar Peterson. I drove out to his house in the Toronto suburb of Mississauga. I thought of an evening in New York when Bill and I went to hear him. When we entered the club, Oscar brought whatever he was playing to an early close and then played, beautifully, Waltz for Debby. Bill said afterwards, "I don't thing I'll ever play it again." He did, of course. Bill wrote that melody when he was in college. It is based on a cycle of fifths.

Oscar too had heard the news of Bill's death, and the banter and insult in which we usually indulge was suspended that day. He knew what I was feeling. Under that powerful Leonine facade, Oscar is a very sensitive man. We talked about Bill for a while and Oscar said softly, "Maybe he found what he was looking for."

In previous ages only written music and written words could be preserved, but with the coming of motion pictures and other recording devices, performance itself it immortalized and great performers take equal place in the pantheon with great writers and composers. Because of the fact of recording, Bill, in a very real sense, is still with us.

Helen tells me there is still some excellent material to be issued. Given her fierce protectiveness of him, it is unlikely that anything but the best of it will come out, the material Bill himself would want released.

I doubt, however, that any of it ever will excel what is in the two Paris albums.

Bill had found his grail.”

Homage to Bill Evans - Martin Williams

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Bill Evans
The Complete Village Vanguard Recordings, 1961
Riverside, $89.99
“Previously released as two now-classic albums in "Waltz for Debby" and "Sunday at the Village Vanguard," this four-LP set from the piano master compiles the now-legendary performances from a trio that would never perform again after the death just days later of 25-year-old bassist Scott LaFaro in a car accident. Released on CD in 2005, this remastered collection draws from existing tapes from both sets on June 25,1961 (including an interrupted run through of "Gloria's Step") with sparse crowd noise intact, offering a warmly revealing simulation of the live moments a small contingent of jazz fans — particularly a sparse afternoon crowd — couldn't imagine their good fortune to witness.”
- Chris Barton


“The fruits of the group's imagination that day continue to reward repeated hearings —and to renew the listener's mental and emotional stamina. Each piece occupies its own crystalline world of magic. As Bill Goodwin, who drummed with the trio briefly in the seventies, put it: "When Bill and Scott and Paul Motian got together, it was as if they already knew what to do. They had instant sound; they had instant rapport.” This legacy has been called Bill Evans's finest hour, and few would disagree. Delving into the riches recorded (amounting to about two and a half hours of music) we witness a certain apogee in the development of the jazz piano trio, the medium pursued by Evans for his lifetime's achievement. For depth of feeling, in-group affinity, and beauty of conception with a pliant touch, these records will be forever peerless.” 
- Peter Pettinger, Bill Evans: How My Heart Sings


Chris Barton’s brief annotation of this new Bill Evans box set that was published in the December 14th edition of The Los Angeles Times as a suggestion of some new compilations that are available for 2014 holiday gift giving reminded me of the original Bill Evans boxed set - The Complete Riverside Recordings of Bill Evans - which was issued in 1987 under the guidance of Orrin Keepnews, the producer of these recordings, and Ralph Kaffel, who represented Fantasy Records, the label that issued them on CD.


The following essay by Martin Williams, the distinguished Jazz author and critic, that accompanies this initial Bill Evans boxed set has always been among my favorite writings about Bill and his music.


Instructive and insightful, only a few non-musicians knew the music as well as Martin Williams or could express such a high level of understanding in a prose that is marked by clarity and economy.


Music is the most important and meaningful thing in my life and music contains more of me than any other thing about my life.
— Bill Evans


““Several times William John Evans spoke publicly of a singular moment when he first discovered the freedom that goes with being a jazz player. And several times he also spoke of the enormous discipline that it requires.


About the freedom. He was the pre-teenage pianist in a dance band in his home state of New Jersey. They were playing "Tuxedo Junction," a piece originally performed in an atmosphere of improvisation by Erskine Hawkins and the other big Swing bands that later adopted it. But by the time the tune had become a dance-band "stock" arrangement, the parts had been simplified, locked in, and intended to be read off the paper.


"For some reason," Evans said, "I got inspired to put in a little blues thing. 'Tuxedo Junction' is in B-flat, and I put in a little D-flat, D, F thing, bing! in the right hand. It was such a thrill. It sounded right and good, and it wasn't written, and I had done it. The idea of doing something in music that somebody hadn't thought of opened a whole new world to me."


As for the discipline that is part of the equipment of any great improviser, he explained that even on the most uninspiring job, when he'd approach the bandstand with no hope of having anything good in him to play, the accumulated discipline of knowing how to make his mind and hands and feet respond would simply take over and allow — even cause — the flow of musical ideas.


Perhaps most tellingly, he once said: "I believe in things that are developed through hard work."


The objective facts of Bill Evans's career are easy enough to relate. He was born in Plainfield, New Jersey, August 18, 1929. He studied piano from the age of six, but the family wanted him to have a second instrument, and he began violin the next year and flute at thirteen. He was no more than twelve when he improvised that minor third on "Tuxedo Junction." Almost as importantly, he had been substituting for his brother Harry in the Buddy Valentino band.


"My older brother Harry played a big part in influencing me throughout my life. He was the first one to take piano lessons and it was my mimicking him that led to my playing. I always sort of worshiped him. In sports, I always tried to keep up with him, even though he was two years older and very athletically inclined. The same way with piano." When Harry Evans died, in the spring of 1979, it was a deeply felt shock to his younger brother.


Having majored in music education, Bill graduated in 1950 from Southeastern Louisiana College, where, it has been said, he could not comfortably play the scales and exercises that were supposed to enable him to play the piano classics, but could play those classics themselves with ease.


Evans had gigged with the likes of Mundell Lowe and Red Mitchell, and played in the band of saxophonist Herbie Fields (from whom, he said, he learned how to accompany) before a 1951-54 Army stint. Afterward, he worked around New York with Jerry Wald and Tony Scott, among others, and began to acquire a reputation among musicians as a comer.


By late 1956, Evans had made his first session as a leader—Disc 1, #1-12 in this collection. Concurrently, he recorded with Bob Brookmeyer, Art Farmer, Bill Potts, Lee Konitz, and Jimmy Giuffre, Eddie Costa, and George Russell. And he had also recorded his first masterpiece improvisation.


That came as a result of a "third stream" concert held at Brandeis University in 1957 (before the term was even coined), with extended pieces by Russell, Giuffre, Harold Shapiro, Charlie Mingus, Milton Babbitt, and Gunther Schuller, some of which, in "third stream" fashion, combined written classical forms and jazz improvisations. Bill played exceptionally on a variety of works, and on George Russell's remarkable 'All About Rosie" he offered a solo which, to put it bluntly, announced all by itself the arrival of a truly major talent. It was an announcement confirmed by Bills subsequent recordings, the work of his groups, and his own continuing musical growth.


The next major event, however, was the several months Evans spent with the Miles Davis Sextet in 1958, of which we will have more to say below Then in the following year, there came the permanent formation of a Bill Evans Trio, heard here beginning with Disc 2, #11-14.


The trio's original drummer, Paul Motian, had worked with Evans in Tony Scott's and Don Elliott's groups. And Bill had auditioned with Scott La Faro for a Chet Baker group in about 1956. ["He was a marvelous bass player and talent, but it was bubbling out almost like a gusher . . . like a bucking horse." But by the time he joined the trio, La Faro "had a firmer control over that creative gusher.")


When the trio was being formed, Evans had said that he hoped it would "grow in the direction of simultaneous improvisation rather than just one guy blowing followed by another guy blowing. If the bass player, for example, hears an idea that he wants to answer, why should he just keep playing a 4/4 background? The men I'll work with have learned how to do the regular kind of playing, and so I think we now have the license to change it. After all, in a classical composition, you don't hear a part remain stagnant until it becomes a solo. There are transitional development passages—a voice begins to be heard more and more and finally breaks into prominence.


"Especially, I want my work—and the trio's if possible —to sing. I want to play what I like to hear. I'm not going to be strange or new just to be strange or new If what I do grows that way naturally, that'll be O.K. But it must have that wonderful feeling of singing "


By then, La Faro was beginning to move jazz bass in relatively new directions—for which Charlie Mingus had outlined the way—and he was doing it with a fascinating and irresistible virtuosity. The monaural version of 'Autumn Leaves" and the originally-issued take of "Blue in Green," from the trio's first studio date, are the initial masterpieces in just the kind of three-way performance Evans was hoping for.


Scott La Faro's death in an automobile accident in July of 1961 shocked us all. "I didn't realize how it affected me right away," Evans said later. "Musically everything seemed to stop. I didn't even play at home." If Chuck Israels, his eventual replacement in the trio, did not have La Faro's manifest virtuosity, he was no less irrepressibly a part of its three-voice musical textures.


By this time, it was evident that Bill Evans was a musician with a growing following. He could regularly work at the Village Vanguard in New York and other venues, and pull an audience. His records sold reasonably well. He could please those listeners who simply wanted to be surrounded by a good, somewhat elegant jazz sound. And he could deeply reward those who wanted to attend each note, each phrase, each invention, each musical idea and structure. In that dichotomy of appeal he was, like Miles Davis and the Modern Jazz Quartet, lucky indeed.


He was fortunate, too, to have the producer of these records. Orrin Keepnews recorded him because he knew that Bill (and the rest of us) deserved it, and knew that no other New York jazz independent of the day (not Blue Note, not Prestige) was likely to be attracted to him. For his part, Bill's words about this friend and associate were succinct and eloquent: "Orrin is a gentleman."


The eight 1963 sides [Disc 10, #5-10; Disc 11 and Disc 12] that conclude this compilation were made to fulfill a terminated contract, after Bill had officially left Riverside and Keepnews for Verve Records. The years of wider success and Grammy awards were ahead of him, years perceptively aided and guided by one of the most valuable managers any jazz musician ever had, Helen Keane.


There is one more element in the life of this man that must be noted, even though it remains painful to all who knew him and loved his music. Leonard Feather's Encyclopedia of Jazz in the Sixties reported that "Evans' career has been an erratic one, marked by protracted absences due to personal problems." Even his casual fans must have noticed that the boyishly romantic, handsome face was being ravaged — by something.


For more than a decade, starting in the late 1950s, Bill Evans used heroin. Several times he was terribly ill and more than once he retreated from playing and from New York. In 1970, with excellent help, he broke his habit, beginning nearly a decade of life entirely without drugs. Then he encountered the "safe" drug, "nonaddictive" cocaine. Whatever the stated, official cause of death, those of us who knew him recognized what had really killed him. And we knew also that none of us had walked in his shoes.


Yet Bill Evans never stopped growing musically during all of this. And if any of his personal suffering damaged his music or inhibited his artistic growth, I did not hear it.


Discipline and freedom have to mix in a very sensitive way ... I believe all music is romantic, but if it gets schmaltzy) romanticism is disturbing. On the other hand, romanticism handled with discipline is the most beautiful kind of beauty.
Bill Evans


Since his death, testimony from fellow pianists has been exceptionally generous. The quotable praise is endless. George Shearing called Evans "one of my all-time favorites." To John Lewis, himself a rare accompanist, Bill was "a great creative artist and a virtuoso pianist," from whom he heard "some of the greatest accompaniment I know in music." Chick Corea has described his contributions in both music and aesthetics as being too large to be measured and Denny Zeitlin has spoken of the "priceless series of trio recordings on Riverside." For Joanne Brackeen "he turned fantasies into living, breathing realities"; Dave McKenna said that "listening to him got me deeply interested in modern music"; and from Dave Frishberg: "he could play such assertive jazz without sounding percussive."


Bill Evans could have been a major musician-critic. Indeed, if we were to collect all he wrote and said about the music and its players, he might appear to have been just that.


Take the notes he contributed to the seminal Miles Davis Kind of Blue album, issued in 1959. Evans compared "the extremely severe and unique disciplines of the jazz or improvising musician" to the art of the spontaneous watercolorists of Japan, who paint on a thin parchment "in such a way that an unnatural or interrupted stroke will destroy the line or break through the parchment. Erasures or changes are impossible. These artists must practice a particular discipline, that of allowing the idea to express itself in communication with their hands in such a direct way that deliberation cannot interfere."


The pictures that result, he added, may "lack the complex composition and textures of ordinary painting, but it is said that those who will see will find something captured that escapes explanation."


Or his comments on one of Thelonious Monk s 1960s Columbia LPs. He described Monk as "an exceptionally uncorrupted creative talent," largely uninfluenced by any musical tradition except that of American popular music and jazz, who against huge conformist pressures, had replaced formal superficialities with "fundamental structure" and produced "a unique and astoundingly pure music which combined aptitude, insight, drive, compassion, fantasy and whatever else makes a total artist."


Or these words on Miles Davis's development (from a 1981 interview in Keyboard magazine: "[He is] an example of somebody I think was a late arriver, even though he was recorded when he first came on the scene. You can hear how consciously he was soloing and how his knowledge was a very aware thing. He just constantly kept working and contributing to his own craft. . . And then at one point it all came together and he emerged with maturity, and he became a total artist and influence, making a kind of beauty that has never been heard before or since."


But whenever he discussed others, Evans, like any important artist-critic, was inevitably also speaking of himself and of his own struggles and growth.


His remarks on Monk's commitment to the jazz and popular traditions were, for example, very much a comment on Evans. "I believe in the language of the popular idiom," he said later, “and this has come out of not just our culture but all of history, especially the traditional jazz idiom. It is the experience of millions of people and of conditions which are impossible to take into consideration. . . . Now if I could take the feelings and experience I have from this traditional idiom and somehow extend it to another area of expression ... I want everything to have roots."


His references to Davis were a part also of the most cogent of many comments on the need for discipline and (most importantly) an insistence on an artists need to arrive at his best style, the one that would allow for a continued artistic growth and development. Indeed, this seems to me one of the most perceptive and succinct statements in all the literature of jazz: "I always like people who have developed long and hard, especially through introspection and a lot of dedication. I think what they arrive at is usually . . . deeper and more beautiful . . . than the person who seems to have that ability and fluidity from the beginning. I say this because it's a good message to give to young (talents who feel as I used to. You hear musicians playing with great fluidity and complete conception early on, and you don't have that ability. I didn't. I had to know what I was doing. And yes, ultimately it turned out that these people weren't able to carry their thing very far. I found myself being more attracted to artists who have developed through the years and become better and deeper musicians."


That need to know what he was doing, intellectually and theoretically, was one pole of the dichotomy of the remarkable combination of careful deliberateness and intuitive spontaneity, of logic and sensitivity, of mind and heart, that was Bill Evans the musician. He elaborated to Don DeMichael—in a singular account of a musical self-education—in the introduction to the folio Bill Evans Plays. "I think it was a good thing I didn't have a great aptitude for mimicry, though it made it very difficult for me at the time because I had to build my whole musical style. I'd abstract musical principles from the people I dug, and I'd take their feeling or technique to apply to things the way that I'd built them. But because I had to build them meticulously, I think it worked out better in the end because it gave me a complete understanding of everything I was doing."


And what is it all about, this music that mankind makes? What is it for?
"I don't want to express just my feelings," he told DeMichael. 'All my feelings aren't interesting to everybody."


“My creed for art in general is that it should enrich the soul; it should teach spiritually by showing a person a portion of himself that he would not discover otherwise. It's easy to rediscover a part of yourself, but through art you can be shown part of yourself you never knew existed. That's the real mission of art The artist has to find something within himself that's universal, and which he can put into terms that are communicable to other people. The magic of it is that art can communicate this to a person without his realizing it. Enrichment, that's the function of music.”
— Bill Evans


Evans spent less than a year with Miles Davis, from February until November 1958, but it was a crucial period, and a job and a man that recurred often when Bill talked about himself and his music.


At the time, Davis himself told Nat Hentoff in The Jazz Review that Evans was one of those pianists who "when they play a chord, play a sound more than a chord.' In a statement used on the cover of Evans's second Riverside LP, Everybody Digs Bill Evans [Disc 1, #13-16; Disc 2, #1-6], Davis added: "I've sure learned a lot from Bill Evans. He plays the piano the way it should be played. . . ." And he continued: "He plays all kinds of scales, can play in 5/4, and all kinds of fantastic things . . . you can play chords on every note of the scale. . . . People like Bill, Gil Evans and George Russell know what can be done, what the possibilities are."


Everybody Digs Bill Evans appeared also with quotes from George Shearing ("Bill Evans is one of the most refreshing pianists I have heard in years"); Ahmad Jamal ("I think Bill Evans is one of the finest"); and Bill's companion in the Miles Davis group, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley (". . . rare originality and taste and the even rarer ability to make his conception of a number seem the definitive way to play it"). An auspicious "second debut" for a jazz pianist!


In view of Evans's continuing major commitment to the American popular song, such performances as "Peace Piece" (from the Everybody Digs session), the Village Vanguard version of "Milestones," Bill's "free" solo on George Russell's 'All About Rosie," and his participation in the Davis Kind of Blue album call for special comment. For these events either led to or were early parts of the movement called "modal" jazz or "free" jazz (which are aspects of the same thing, albeit parts with a difference). And what they represented were the efforts of a substantial number of jazz musicians to find new bases for improvising, after having explored fundamentally the same ones for over 35 years.


Of "Peace Piece," Evans said at the time: "It's completely free-form. I just had one figure that gave the piece a tonal reference and a rhythmic reference. Thereafter, everything could happen over that one solid thing. Except for the bass figure, it was a complete improvisation." Because of that, he added (describing a situation that subsequently changed), "I so far haven't been able to do it again when I've been asked for it in clubs"


"Peace Piece" is conceived (like "Flamenco Sketches" on Miles's Kind of Blue) on a succession of scales, which the soloist takes up one at a time and improvises on for as long as he pleases before turning to the next. So the notes available to the improviser are a "given," but structure, phrase length, and overall length are spontaneous.”


"Blue in Green" was also on Kind of Blue. It was written by Evans on a succession of unusually juxtaposed chords apparently suggested to him by Davis, and on a ten-measure, rather than twelve-measure, phrase. Strictly speaking, "Blue in Green" is neither "free" nor "modal," but it is very challenging to the player, requiring him to get gracefully as well as correctly from one chord to the next and "think" in phrases of unusual length.


And, just for the record, "So What" (the other highly influential selection on the Davis album) is opposite to "Flamenco Sketches" but is like the flowing "Milestones." This piece, heard on Disc 6 here, is phrased like an AABA popular song, giving the player 16 measures of one scale (or mode), eight of another, then back to eight of the first. In other words, he's got the notes to choose from and his phrase lengths assigned, but no pre-determined chords to wend his way through.


But despite Kind of Blue, and despite "Peace Piece" and its successors, Evans continued to feel that he needed roots in the jazz and popular idioms and in the
materials he found there when he came to the music. If something further could be built on those roots, fine! But jazz should not, must not, try to cut itself off from them.


There is a related element in Bill's music, but one that is more fundamental to his work and to his influence. Of the posthumous tributes from a variety of pianists, many have spoken of his harmonic ideas. Teddy Wilson, who was a major jazz pianist as far back as 1935, said this: "He came through with chord voicings that were refreshing tonalities . . . and based on traditional harmonies he used his own voicings which gave them a new sound." Dave Frishberg spoke of "exquisite harmonic systems"; Herbie Hancock acknowledged him as a major influence because of "harmony and touch."


In short, it was Evans's chord voicings that had the widest effect. They are not too difficult to explain: Bill voiced certain chords — that is, he chose the notes to go in those chords — leaving out the "root" notes that tie down the chord and its sound. Without them, a given chord can sometimes have several identities, it can lead easily and consonantly to a wider choice of other chords, and it can accommodate a wider choice of melody notes and phrases for the player on top of the chords. The "open" voicings that Bill used opened up melody and flow in new ways for jazz. Its as simple, and as important, as that.


In 1975, I attended the annual International Piano Festival and Competition at the University of Maryland, at which he appeared as the first jazz pianist ever invited. At one afternoon workshop, with critics and faculty as well as performers on hand, Bill was his usual articulate self, verbally and musically. But a call for questions at first produced none from the audience, and I decided to try to get them started with something like, "Your chord voicings, your harmonic ideas, have proved very influential. Would you care to comment?" He responded quickly and tersely to the effect that one really can't discuss harmony in this music: jazz players are too occupied with melody and flow in improvising for harmony per se to have much significance.


Perhaps Evans was being modest. Perhaps he just didn't care to talk about the matter at that moment. Or perhaps he assumed that a room full of pianists, musicologists, and critics would know enough about Bartok and Stravinsky's voicings to be unimpressed with the current use of similar devices in jazz (and if that were the case, I'd bet he was making an unwarranted assumption).


Now if all this seems too technical or whatever, just go to "Young and Foolish" (on Disc 1). The piece is in C. Within a half chorus, Bill is in D flat. And he ends in E. So gracefully, so easily, so eloquently. The proof of the theory is in the new and unexpected beauties it allows the artist to bring to us. And often, and most effectively, without our even noticing.


When Bill Evans first came to jazz piano, Bud Powell was the dominant influence on most younger players. Powell, whose best recorded work had largely been done by the mid-1950s, was a frustrating influence. Easy to imitate in some aspects by players who knew less about the keyboard than he did, Powell seemed impossible to emulate, and too many of his followers had settled into a kind of middle-register glibness in which hornlike treble phrases were bounced off self-accompanying bass-line chords. Only Horace Silver had evolved a personal style under Powell's spell—and it was a virtually irresistible one—by reintroducing large doses of blues (i.e., minor thirds) with an assertive swing (“he sounded like Bud imitating Pete Johnson," said one wag at the time).


There was a lot of very good Powell and some good Silver on Evans's first Riverside record [Disc 1, #1-12]. Try "Our Delight" for Powell, or "Displacement" for Silver, or the originally-issued take of "No Cover, No Minimum" for both. (What was not so apparent was Evans's expressed admiration of Nat Cole as a jazz pianist, which later became clearer with a change in touch and with Evans's evident commitment to ballads.) There was also something of the enigmatic, peripheral style of Lennie Tristano.


I suppose if Bill Evans had done nothing else, he would have deserved credit for bringing some of Tristano s ideas into the mainstream of jazz. But of course he did much else. To do it, he had to sacrifice some things. The swing that he gave us on 'All About Rosie," and which can be heard virtually throughout his first album, was a conventional swing, and for Evans to become entirely Evans he had to find his own kind of rhythmic momentum — one that was integrated with his evolving personal touch and use of dynamics — as well as his own sense of musical phrase and melodic flow.


I should not leave that first session without pointing out "Five," Evans's "I Got Rhythm"-based piece, whose theme laid out his characteristic interest in rhythmic displacement, in "turning the beat around" on a single short phrase. (If these words don't make the challenge fully clear, play the opening chorus of "Five" and it will be.)


The 26 months that passed between Bill Evans's first and second Riverside sessions were patently fruitful, and what can be heard on the second is a remarkable, emerging Bill Evans style, his influences assimilated (or abandoned), his own approach fully integrated if not fully developed. And what one hears subsequently is the style's development and the development of an ensemble style for the Evans Trio as well. The Powell-like bluntness of touch was gone; the Silver-like bluesiness no longer evident (perhaps because it came to seem all-too-easy to be expressive for anyone but Horace himself).


The Evans touch — gentle, delicate, always involving perceptive pedal work — had begun to emerge. He seemed, as Miles had said, to make a sound rather than strike a chord. But try to decide which notes in any Evans chord were struck forcefully and sustained, and which played softly, in achieving those sounds.


Most telling is the musical flow — the flow from one idea to the next, the magic flow of sound between the hands, the integration of the hands. He was now a pianist discovering the instrument and its resources as he needed them, not a stylist imposing ideas on a keyboard.


Returning to the Tristano effect, for me one of the fin signs of its assimilation is the way Bill slides into the melody of Harold Arlen's "Come Rain or Come Shine" - teasingly, obliquely, gradually. It was an occasional device that Evans made his own: theme statements that seem to evolve from improvisation rather than the usual other way around. That, and the parallel motion of th two hands on a single phrase. Bill once spoke admiringly of "the way Tristano and Lee Konitz started thinking structurally," and the words suggest that Tristano s horn-playing "students," Konitz and Warne Marsh, affected him as much as did the pianist himself.


One of the most eloquent descriptions of Evans's piano comes in a remarkable book on American music by the British historian-critic Wilfred Mellers, Music in a New Found Land. Speaking of his ballads, Mellers notes "the middle register chords scrunchily sensuous, the spacing warm, the texture enveloping; yet through and over this introverted quiet the melodic lines float and soar high in the treble, insinuate in the tenor range, and occasionally reverberate in the bass. Evans' ability to make melodic lines 'speak' on the piano is of extraordinary subtlety; and always the sensuousness leads not to passivity but to growth. The dance-lilt flows into-spring-like song; the inexhaustibly inventive cross-rhythms and counter melodies are never rebarbative, always supple and in that sense songful. "Even when Evans plays quick numbers," Mellers added, "the rhythmic zest provokes song. . . ."


I'd also like to quote from a review I wrote for Down Beat in 1961 on the first of the two originally-issued Village Vanguard albums, not because I still insist on what I said, but because it raised issues that still seem to me worth considering.


"On 'My Man's Gone Now' and especially on 'Solar the trio goes a long way toward becoming what it wanted to be — three men simultaneously improvising around given material, each playing musical phrases ... an interweaving of three equal parts. . . .


"But [this is] first of all Bill Evans' record. I think it would be commendably his if only for the way that he handles the improvised impressionism of 'Jade Visions' . . . And it is commendably Evans' record even for so simple a matter as the compelling yet gentle momentum with which he handles the theme-statements themselves on 'My Man's Gone Now,''Solar,' and 'Alice in Wonderland.'


"There is hardly a selection here — hardly a chorus here — on which Evans is not musically interesting. And yet, I realize that to hear that he was interesting, I had to give almost constant and careful musical and technical attention. I think Evans has a very special problem in reaching people.


"Oscar Peterson s flash and Dave Brubeck s geniality, for examples, are obvious and natural qualities, ready for an audience to grasp immediately. . . .


"Evans' is a potentially more complex, and therefore potentially greater talent. And so he has to face problems that some men don't have to face, and has work to do that not all men need to do. But such problems can be faced honorably and with musical integrity, for during the late thirties and early forties Teddy Wilson was able to play out his melodically inventive, gentle introversion and reach people with it.
And I expect it has cost John Lewis a great deal to learn to project his essentially introspective talent so strongly as he does now. A musician can make great emotional demands on an audience — Monk does — but one cannot ask an audience to do a musicians part of the job.


"No man could possibly tell another how to go about solving such problems of communication, or what their solution might be for him individually — and certainly it would be an effrontery for a record reviewer even to try. Communication is a much abused word, especially in the public arts, but it is not necessarily a small consideration, especially not for a potentially complex talent. No one could doubt that both Teddy Wilson and John Lewis became better and more expressive players for facing their problems of communication squarely and honestly. The rewards can be as great as the task difficult. And the work to be done, if the problem is there, cannot be run away from no matter how difficult or discouraging.


"I think that in having such a task, Evans also has a commanding opportunity not given to all men."


Time changes things — it would be foolish to deny that. Even our best and most thoughtful reactions, even our deepest and least transient selves, grow and therefore change. To Evans himself, the Vanguard sessions reportedly did not seem so remarkable while they were being performed as they did later in studio
listening sessions, and later still on the LPs. And they no longer seem uncommunicative to me, as they did in 1961. Perhaps I did not properly respond to the rapport between the three men. (And to the kind of affinity Bill evolved with Cannonball, Jim Hall, Freddie Hubbard, Zoot Sims [heard with him on Disc 4, #6-14; Disc 5, #1-4; Disc 8, #5-13; and Disc 9, #1-7.]) Still, the Vanguard sessions appear no less introspective to me, while Evans himself seems — perhaps paradoxically — no less uncompromisingly emotionally exposed.


I think Bill Evans was the most important and influential white jazz musician after Bix Beiderbecke — and that statement is no reflection on the contribution or the importance of Bunny Berigan, Benny Goodman, Jack Teagarden, Dave Tough, Stan Getz (does Django Reinhardt belong on such a list?), or any other. I consider my statement valid partly because of his intrinsic merit, and partly because his effect on the music has been so general—technically, in ways I have commented on; emotionally, in its uncompromising lyricism. At the same time, I think that in the future his work may come to seem somewhat isolated from the mainstream, as Bix's now does  —but no less valuable, no less authentic, and no less beautiful.


Evans's major contribution was, as I say, in an abiding lyricism, again like Beiderbecke’s. Such a remark is an observation and a description. It is also perhaps a limitation, but would one complain that Lester Young was always playful? Coleman Hawkins dramatic? Or, for that matter, Beethoven humorless?


No, it would be as foolish to deny that lyricism pervades all aspects of Evans's work as to deny the element of privacy in some of it. I can say more about that latter quality as I hear it on the 1963 solos on Disc 10, #5-10; and Disc 11, #1-7, now being issued for the first time. They strike me as some of the most private and emotionally naked music I have ever heard. I was shocked on first hearing, and if Bill Evans were still with us, I'm not sure I would want to hear them. But I have noted that time changes even our least ephemeral selves. So does death. And 'All the Things You Are,""Easy to Love,""I Loves You, Porgy" (this last a fine sketch for his 1968 Montreux masterpiece trio version), and the rest now seem to me a legacy invaluable and without precedent in recorded jazz.


There have been times when, hearing Bill Evans, I have thought: this music, so emotionally unprotected, so completely exposed in its feeling—take it into the real world and that world will crush it and crush the man who made it. Perhaps, after all, that is what happened.


But what a heritage he left us.””



Bill Evans - Piano Player

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Sooner or later, it seemed that many of the major Jazz artists of the 2nd half of the 20th century recorded for Columbia.

Some, like Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck and Erroll Garner had extensive catalogues and were with the label for many years while others like Mulligan, Monk and Mingus had only the occasional fling with the label.

Pianist Bill Evans falls into the later category of short-lived stays having spent the majority of his career with Riverside and Verve before moving onto Milestone and Warner Brothers Records later in his career until his death in 1980.

Bill only did two recordings for Columbia: The Bill Evans Album [CK 64963] and Bill Evans - Piano Player [CK 65361]from which this piece derives it names.  The latter, one of the lesser known Evans recordings, was advertised by Sony Music Entertainment when it released the album on CD in 1998 as follows:

Assembled by Evans' veteran producer, multi-Grammy winner. Orrin Keepnews, and with new liner notes by Eddie Gomez, BILL EVANS: PIANO PLAYER will provide ample cause for celebration among his many fans the world over. It's also a first-rate introduction to an artist who continually gains new adherents.

To expand a bit on the last sentence from the Sony media release, it could reasonably be argued, as Orrin Keepnews his first producer at Riverside Records has stated: “that Bill Evans is the most widely influential of all improvising pianists. Certainly he's the most often imitated. Only Bud Powell, the fountainhead of bebop piano (and a major influence on Evans) comparably affected the work of his fellow pianists.

Almost two decades after his death (in 1980 at 51), a small army that numbers the brilliant likes of Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea, and Keith Jarrett has derived some measure of their keyboard approach from Evans' lyrical conception.

At the heart of his crepuscular, introspective style was The Sound —or, more accurately, the touch (and the way he used the piano's sustain pedals) that produced the indelible, crystalline sound.

For sheer beauty, it is without equal. And jazz players on all instruments have been to one degree or another shaped, or at the very least, profoundly moved, by the inner voicings of his pellucid chords, his free, but in no way cacophonous rhythmic sense, and his deep-song balladry.”

However. Evans' ability to swing was at one time questioned in some quarters. This is, of course, absurd, but if there's anyone left who doubts his proficiency at propelling the beat, proceed to All About Rosie, the introductory track on the CD.

One of eight previously unreleased numbers in this collection, All About Rosie  from 1957 is an orchestral suite by composer George Russell, one of modern music's keenest minds. In the third section. Evans' right hand unfurls lines that make for a rhythmically impelling, tension-building masterpiece.

Russell’s piece attracted a good deal of attention, both as performed at an early Third Stream [formed by combining Classical Music with Jazz] concert organized by Gunther Schuller at Brandeis University in Boston and through an LP recreation of the event - The Birth of Third Stream [Columbia Legacy CK 64929].

Its highlight was a remarkable Evans solo in the composition’s third movement. This is not that solo, because the performance here is from an earlier take, recorded ten days earlier and never previously issued. I have no idea what dissatisfaction with ensemble playing in this or other movements led someone to record again: I do know that this particular Evans solo is a masterpiece that was housed in the vaults until Orrin Keepnews uncovered it and included it in Bill Evans - Piano Player [CK 65361].

This set also captures Evans' poetic ballad-playing on "My Funny Valentine"— recorded live in 1958 when he was near the end of a nine-month stay with the great Miles Davis sextet—as well as two standout tracks from vibist Dave Pike's long-deleted 1961 LP, PIKE'S PEAK.

But the headline news is the six November, 1970, duets (featuring four Evans originals) with virtuoso bassist Eddie Gomez, who's 11 years in closely knit support of the pianist makes him Evans' collaborator of longest standing.  These performances were recorded six months before Evans began a brief association with Columbia. The final exultant selection, "Fun Ride" (also by the pianist), adds longtime drummer Marty Morrell and is from one of the dates that yielded The Bill Evans Album [CK 64963].

Here are some comments from bassist Eddie Gomez from the insert notes to Bill Evans - Piano Player [CK 65361] about the magic of working with Bill Evans after which you’ll find a video that features Bill stunning solo on All About Rosie [3rd Section].

“Bill's music is profoundly expressive. It is passionate, intellectual, and without pretense. Eleven years with his trio afforded me the opportunity to perform, record, travel, and most importantly learn. My development as an artist is largely due to his encouragement, support, and patience. He instilled confidence in me, while at the same time urging me to search for my own voice and for new ways to make the music vital and creative. And Bill believed that repertoire, both new and old, would organically flourish in repeated live performance. In fact, there were precious few rehearsals, even before recording sessions. …

When Bill passed away late in 1980, it was clear that all of us in the jazz world had sustained a huge loss. I was shocked and saddened; in my heart I had always felt that some day there would be a reunion concert. Had I been able to look into a crystal ball and foresee his death, perhaps I might have stayed in the trio for a longer period. I still dream about one more set with Bill. He closes his eyes, turns his head to one side, and every heartfelt note seems etched and bathed in gold. How I miss that sound.”


"Bill Evans - The Art of Playing" - Dan Morgenstern

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The Argument


- Modern music is not modern and is rarely music.


-  It represents an attempt to perpetuate a European musical tradition whose technical resources are exhausted, and which no longer has any cultural validity.


- That it continues to be composed, performed, and discussed represents self-deception by an element of society which refuses to believe that this is true.  
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The hopelessness of the situation is technically demonstrable, and contemporary composers are aware of it.


- What makes their own situation hopeless is that they cannot break with the tradition without renouncing the special status they enjoy as serious composers.


- That they have this status is the result of a popular superstition that serious music is by definition superior to popular music.


-  There is good music, indifferent music and bad music, and they all exist in all types of composition.


-  There is more real creative musical talent in the music of Armstrong and Ellington, in the songs of Gershwin, Rodgers, Kern and Berlin, than in all the serious music composed since 1920.


-  New music which cannot excite the enthusiastic participation of the lay listener has no claim to his sympathy and indulgence. Contrary to popular belief, all the music which survives in the standard repertoire has met this condition in its own time. [Emphasis mine]


- The evolution of Western music continues in American popular music, which has found the way back to the basic musical elements of melody and rhythm, exploited.
- Henry Pleasants - The Agony of Modern Music


Unfortunately for Mr. Pleasants, modern Jazz was not to be the salvation he had hoped for as at the time of this Bill Evans interview in 1964, the first blushes of Free Jazz [i.e., atonality, arhythmic, etc.] were very much in vogue [think Ornette Coleman, Cecil Taylor, Eric Dolphy, et al] and The Beatles were on the horizon.
Although “The Argument” as stated above pertained primarily to Classical Music’s “agony,” one could make the case - as Bill Evans does so eloquently and diplomatically in the following interview with the esteemed Jazz author and scholar, Dan Morgenstern - that “The Argument” applied equally as well to the direction that Jazz was taking in the mid-1960’s.


“THERE CAN BE LITTLE DOUBT that Bill Evans is one of the most influential pianists — if not to say one of the most influential musicians — in jazz today. His strikingly personal conception has not only touched younger players whose styles were formed after Evans became widely known through his tenure with the Miles Davis Sextet in 1958, but it also has affected many pianists with longer roots.


At another stage in the development of jazz, there might be nothing very surprising about this, for Evans' music — lucid, lyrical, melodic, and infused with a sense of, and search for, beauty and balance — is firmly grounded in an astonishing command and organization of the musical materials in the mainstream of the jazz tradition. And his approach to his instrument reflects a firm commitment to the heritage of Western keyboard music that began with Bach and perhaps reached its final splendor in Debussy.


Such an orientation is not exactly typical of the trend in contemporary jazz, sometimes called the "new thing," sometimes "avant garde," and which seems more concerned with discarding tradition than with building on its foundations. The watchword of this school is "freedom"— a word open to many definitions.


Evans, too, is concerned with freedom in music. But he said recently, "The only way I can work is to have some kind of restraint involved — the challenge of a certain craft or form — and then to find the freedom in that, which is one hell of a job. I think a lot of guys either want to circumvent that kind of labor, or else they don't realize the rewards that exist in one single area if you use enough restraint and do enough searching.


"I have allowed myself the other kind of freedom occasionally. Paul Bley and I did a two-piano improvisation on a George Russell record [Music for the Space Age] which was completely unpremeditated. It was fun to do, but there was no direction involved. To do something that hadn't been rehearsed successfully, just like that, almost shows the lack of challenge involved in that type of freedom."


Just turned 35, spiritually and physically refreshed after a troubled interlude in his life, Evans spoke softly but firmly, the even flow of his words reflecting not glibness but long and careful thought about his art and craft. The pianist recently returned from a rewarding European tour at the helm of a revitalized trio and seems poised on a new peak in his career.


"I'm extremely happy with the group," he said. "Larry Bunker is a marvelous musician. [Drummer Bunker recently gave up a lucrative studio practice in Los Angeles to go with Evans.] He plays excellent vibes as well as being an all-round percussionist, and being so musical he just does the right thing because he's listening. He really knows music, feels music — and he is a superlative drummer. ... I hope you can get to hear him at his better moments, which depend, I guess, a lot on me, because if I'm in the least falling apart, they're always so sympathetic to what I'm doing that it's hard for them to come out if I'm not. [Bassist Chuck Israels is the third member of the group.]


"We probably make a stronger emotional projection than at almost any time in the past. Maybe one criticism of the group that could have been valid is that we didn't reach out to the people who weren't interested enough to come in, and I would like to get out to people and grab them a little. That's something that has to happen or not happen, but I think it's happening more and more."


EVANS' DESIRE to reach out to his audience may come as a surprise to those who have overemphasized the introspective qualities of his work. His music also has been characterized as intellectual, and critic Whitney Balliett once wrote that "no musician relies less on intuition than Bill Evans." The pianist said he was aware of Balliett's statement.


"I was very surprised at that," Evans said. "I don't consider that I rely any less or more on something like intuition than any other jazz player, because the plain process of playing jazz is as universal among the people who play jazz correctly — that is, those who approach the art with certain restrictions and certain freedoms — as, for instance, the thought processes involved in ordinary, everyday conversation.


"Everybody has to learn certain things, but when you play, the intellectual process no longer has anything to do with it. It shouldn't, anyhow. You have your craft behind you then, and you try to think within the area that you have mastered to a certain extent. In that way, I am relying entirely on intuition then. I have no idea of what's coming next, and if I did, I would be a nervous wreck. Who could keep up with it?


"Naturally, there are certain things that we play, like opening choruses, that become expected. But even there, changes occur all the time, and after that, when you're just playing, everything is up for grabs. We never know what's coming next. Nobody could think that fast... not even a computer. What Balliett hears, I think, is the result of a lot of work, which means that it is pretty clear. I know this: everything that I play I know about, in a theoretical way, according to my own organization of certain musical facts. And it's a very elementary, basic-type thing. I don't profess to be advanced in theory, but within this area, I do try to work very clearly, because that is the only way I can work.


"When I started out, I worked very simply, but I always knew what I was doing, as related to my own theory. Therefore, what Balliett hears is probably the long-term result of the intellectual process of developing my own vocabulary — or the vocabulary that I use — and he may relate that to being intellectual, or not relying on intuition. But that's not true."


Another critic, Andre Hodeir, has stated that the musical materials used by most jazz players, such as the popular song and the blues, have been exhausted and that the greatest need for jazz is to develop new materials for improvisation.
Evans said he is well acquainted with these views but does not share them.
"The need is not so much for a new form or new material but rather that we allow the song form as such to expand itself," he explained. "And this can happen. I have experienced many times, in playing alone, that perhaps a phrase will extend itself for a couple of moments so that all of a sudden, after a bridge or something, there will be a little interlude.  But it has to be a natural thing. I never attempt to do this in an intellectual way.


"In this way, I think the forms can change and can still basically come from the song form and be a true form — and offer everything that the song form offers. Possibly, this will not satisfy the intellectual needs of somebody like Hodeir, but as far as the materials involved in a song are concerned, I don't think they are restricting at all, if you really get into them. Just learning how to manipulate a line, the science of building a line, if you can call it a science, is enough to occupy somebody for 12 lifetimes. I don't find any lack of challenge there."


Along with this regard for the song form goes a commitment to tonality, Evans pointed out. It is not an abstract idea, he said, or one to which he is unyieldingly bound, but it is the result of playing experience and a concern for coherence.

"If you are a composer or are trying to improvise, and you make a form that is atonal, or some plan which has atonality as a base, you present a lot of problems of coherence," he said. "Most people who listen to music listen tonally, and the things that give certain elements meaning are their relationships to a tonality—either of the phrase, or of the phrase to the larger period, or of that to the whole chorus or form, or perhaps even of that to the entire statement. So if you don't have that kind of reference for a listener, you have to have some other kind of plan or syntax for coherent musical thinking.


"It's a problem, and one that I have in a way solved for myself theoretically by studying melody and the construction of melody through all musics. I found that there is a limited amount of things that can happen to an idea, but in developing it, there are many, many ways that you can handle it. And if you master these, then you can begin to think just emotionally and let something grow. A musical idea could grow outside the realm of tonality. Now, if I could master that, then maybe I could make something coherent happen in an atonal area.


"But the problem of group performance is another thing. When I'm playing with a group, I can't do a lot of things that I can do when playing by myself because I can't expect the other person to know just when I'm going to all of a sudden maybe change the key or the tempo or do this or that. So there has to be some kind of common reference so that we can make a coherent thing." Evans became emphatic.


"This doesn't lessen the freedom," he continued. "It increases it. That's the thing that everybody seems to miss. By giving ourselves a solid base on which to work, and by saying that this is accepted but our craft is such that we can manipulate this framework — which is only like, say, the steel girders in a building — then we can make any shapes we want, any lines we want. We can make any rhythms we want, that we can feel against this natural thing. And if we have the skill, we can just about do anything. Then we are really free.


"But if we were not to have any framework at all, we would be much more limited because we would be accommodating ourselves so much to the nothingness of each other's reference that we would not have room to breathe and to make music and to feel. So that's the problem.


Maybe, as a solo pianist, I could make atonal things or whatever. But group improvisation is another type of challenge, and until there is a development of a craft which covers that area, so that a group can say: 'Okay, now we improvise, now we are going to take this mode for so long, and then we take that mode with a different feeling for so long, and then we go over here'. . . and if I were to construct this plan so that it had no real tonal reference, only then could it be said that we were improvising atonally.


"What many people mean when they say 'atonal,' I think, is more a weird kind of dissonance or strange intervals and things like that. I don't know ... I don't feel it. That isn't me. I can listen to master musicians like Bartok and Berg when they do things that people would consider atonal — although often they're not — and love and enjoy it, but here's someone just making an approximation of this music. It really shows just how little they appreciate the craft involved, because there's just so much to it. You can't just go and play by what I call 'the inch system.' You know, I could go up eight inches on the keyboard and then play a sound down six inches, and then go up a foot-and-a-half and play a cluster and go down nine-and-a-half and play something else. And that's atonality, the way some guys think of it. I don't know why people need it. If I could find something that satisfied me more there, I'd certainly be there, and I guess that's why there are people there. They must find something in it."


It was suggested to Evans that this was a charitable view, that, in fact, much of this kind of music reflects only frustration, and that the occasional moment of value was no adequate reward for the concentration and patience required to wade through all the noodling.


"Yes, it's more of an aid to a composer than a total musical product," he answered. "If you could take one of these gems and say, 'Ah, now I can sit down and make a piece. . . .' But it's the emotional content that is all one way. Naturally, frustration has a place in music at times, especially in dramatic music, but I think that other feelings are more important and that there is an obligation—or at least a responsibility—to present mostly the feelings which are my best feelings, which are not everyday feelings. Just to say that something is true because it is everyday and that, therefore, it is valid seems, to me, a poor basis for an artist to work on. I have no desire to listen to the bathroom noises of the artist. I want to hear something better, something that he has dedicated his life to preserve and to present to me. And if I hear somebody who can really move me, so that I can say 'ah, there's a real song'—I don't care if it's an atonal song or a dissonant song or whatever kind of song—that's still the basis of music to me.. . ."


What did Evans mean by song? Was it melody? "Essentially, what you might consider melody or a lyric feeling," he replied. "But more, an utterance in music of the human spirit, which has to do with the finer feelings of the person and which is a necessary utterance and something that must find its voice because there is a need for it and because it is worthwhile. It doesn't matter about the idiom or the style or anything else; as long as the feeling is behind it, it's going to move people."


But style can get in the way of hearing, it was pointed out.


"I remember discussing Brahms with Miles Davis once," the pianist commented. "He said that he couldn't enjoy it. And I said, 'If you can just get past the stylistic thing that puts you off, you'd find such a great treasure there.' I don't know if it had any effect or not; we never talked about it again. But I think it's the same problem in jazz; if you can get past the style, the rhythm, the thing that puts you off — then it's all pretty much the same. Things don't change that much.


"That's why I feel that I don't really have to be avant garde or anything like that. It has no appeal for me, other than the fact that I always want to do something that is better than what I've been doing. If it leads in that direction, fine. And if it doesn't, it won't make a bit of difference to me, because quality has much more to do with it, as far as I'm concerned. If it stays right where it is at, and that's the best I can find, that's where it's going to have to be."


Evans paused and then added wistfully: "I hope it doesn't, though... I'd like it to change. I never forced it in the least, and so far I do think there have been some changes. Still, essentially, the thing is the same. It has followed a definite thread from the beginning: learning how to feel a form, a harmonic flow, and learning how to handle it and making certain refinements on the form and mastering more and more the ability to get inside the material and to handle it with more and more freedom. That's the way it has been going with me, and there's no end to that... no end to it.


"Whatever I move to, I want to be more firmly based in and better in than what I leave. What I want to do most is to be fresh and to find new things, and I'd like to discard everything that I use, if I could find something to replace it. But until I do, I can't. I'm really planning now how to set up my life so that I can have about half of it in privacy and seclusion and find new areas that are really valid. After the Au Go Go [the Greenwich Village club where Evans is currently playing] and maybe a week somewhere else, I hope to take off about a month. It will be the first time in two or three years that I will have devoted time to that."


IN THIS QUEST, Evans will be aided by what he describes as "one of the most thrilling things that have happened in my  career"—a very  special gift.  At the  Golden Circle in Stockholm, Evans performed on a piano built on new structural principles: a 10-foot concert grand designed and built by George Bolin, master cabinetmaker to the Royal Swedish Court.


"It was the first public performance on the new piano," Evans said. "One night, Mr. Bolin came in to hear me and expressed respect for my work, and before I knew it, my wife had negotiated with his representatives for me to be able to use the only such piano in the United was on exhibit at the Swedish Embassy — for my engagement at the Au Go Go. It is one of only three, I think, in existence in the world right now. And after the engagement, the piano will be mine as a gift. Mr. Bolin dedicated it to me.


"It came at a perfect time, because I didn't have a piano of my own just then. It is a marvelous instrument — probably the first basic advance in piano building in some 150 years. The metal frame and strings are suspended and attached to the wooden frame by inverted screws, and the sound gets a kind of airy, free feeling that I haven't found in any other piano. Before this, Bolin was famous as a guitar maker—he made instruments for Segovia and people like that. To build an instrument like this, a man has to be as much of a genius as a great musician."

Such gifts are not given lightly and are an indication of the stature of the recipient as well as of the giver. Whatever music Bill Evans will make on his new piano, one can be certain that it will do honor to the highest standards of the art and craft of music.”


Source:
October 22, 1964
Downbeat Magazine                                  

Inside The New Bill Evans Trio With Gene Lees

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Bill Evans-Jim Hall UNDERCURRENT—United Artists  14003:
My Funny Valentine; I Hear a Rhapsody; Dream Gypsy; Romain; Skating  in   Central  Park; Darn That Dream.
Personnel:  Evans,   piano;   Hall,   guitar.
Rating: *****
"This collaboration between Evans and Hall has resulted in some of the most beautiful, thoroughly ingratiating music it has been my pleasure to hear—now or any other time. Each of the selections is suffused with a lyric charm, a tenderness, an elegance, an unabashed romanticism that take one's breath away. These joint inventions have the stamp of inevitability about them, the ring of utter verity in every line and note—the result of a perfect meeting of minds.


Yet not only is the music remarkable for its delicacy and subtlety of interaction, it is immediately appealing for its manifest loveliness. Of the six selections, five are warm, ardent ballads. They are afforded reflective, luminous performances that emphasize to the utmost the lyricism of the songs, yet are never cloying or overdone. It would be difficult to imagine more perfect realizations of the songs— especially Dream Gypsy and Hall's attractive Romain—for on every one there are any number of moments of glowing, unalloyed beauty, as Evans and Hall spin out their shimmering entwining lines.


The sixth song, Valentine, is something of a dark horse. Reportedly, United Artists wanted an entire collection of ruminative ballads on the order of the first five; but after the session at which the ballads were recorded, Evans and Hall continued to play for their own satisfaction."
- Pete Welding


With his passing in 2010, many Jazz fans were disappointed that the distinguished Jazz author Gene Lees did not write a full-length book treatment about his close friend, the now iconic pianist Bill Evans, who died thirty years earlier in 1980.


To these disappointed fans, the closeness of their relationship coupled with Gene’s keen powers of observation and his ability to write lucid prose represented a lost opportunity in terms of getting to know more about the universally acclaimed Evans.


But a closer search of the Jazz literature reveals that perhaps the reason Gene did not produce a book about Bill was because over the years he wrote many smaller pieces on key turning points in the artist’s career and felt that these collectively served in place of a larger tome on the subject.


A case in point is this 1962 article about the then “new” Bill Evans Trio.




“SOMEBODY SAID recently of Bill Evans, "It's as if a gray cloud followed him, haunting him."


There is a measure — but only a measure — of truth to this. Evans' fortunes this fall began to take a distinct turn for the better, but his career has been plagued by disappointments, ill health, financial problems, mishandling by some of the business people in jazz, and outright tragedy.


Despite it all, he has left along his route a sprinkling of albums that constitute what may prove the most important body of jazz piano recordings since Art Tatum. Those recordings have spread his influence throughout the world.


It is an approach that, once heard, is as easy to identify as it is hard to describe. One can call it exquisitely lyrical, superbly thoughtful, highly imaginative, rhythmically unique . . . but these terms don't fix for examination a kind of jazz piano playing which, for its admirers, has the flavor and emotionality of a personal letter.


Martin Williams has said, in a Down Beat record review, that Evans seems to have a communication problem. And perhaps he has. But obviously he gets through to all those people who care enough about jazz to listen genuinely, including Williams, whose review was highly favorable. Recently, checking through Bill's scrapbook, I was astonished to discover that he also had received rave reviews from Nat Hentoff, Frank Kofsky, Ralph Gleason, John S. Wilson, Don DeMicheal, and myself. I know of no other subject on which you could get all of us to agree.


Evans communicates equally well to musicians, one of whom is 23-year-old Chicago pianist Warren Bernhardt, who now lives in New York City. The young pianist offered this comment on Evans' playing:


"Everything he plays seems to be the distillation of the music. In How Deep Is the Ocean?, he never once states the melody. Yet his performance is the quintessence of it. On My Foolish Heart, on the other hand, he plays nothing but the melody — and you still receive that essence of the thing.


"Pianistically, he's beautiful. He never seems to be hung up in any way in doing anything he wants to do — either technically or harmonically. You can voice a given chord many different ways, but he always seems to find the correct way. When he's confronted with a choice on the spur of the moment of improvisation, he doesn't have to wonder which voicing is best, he knows. And he is physically capable of executing it immediately. It's as if the line between his brain and his fingers were an unusually direct one.


"You see, a given voicing will have different effects in different registers, especially when you use semi-tones as much as he does. So he constantly shifts voicings, depending on the register. Yet he doesn't seem to have to think about it, because he's been thinking about it for years."


Evans' own comments corroborate and complement this view. Of chord voicings, he said recently:


"It's such an accumulated thing. The art lies in developing enough facility to voice well any new thought. It's taken me 20 years of hard work and playing experience to do as well with it as I can. There's no shortcut. It takes a lot of time and study."


Various observers have noted the apparent influence of certain classical composers in Evans' voicings, particularly Ravel, Debussy, and Chopin. Was the influence absorbed directly and deliberately? "No more than from jazz," he said. "It's whatever I've liked the sound of. I've built it by my own study, never consciously looking at a voicing in a score and saying, 'Gee, this would be nice to use.''


However arrived at, Evans' voicings are an important part of his style. But there are other parts. For one thing, he has magnificent time. He thinks so far ahead of what he is doing that he phrases in whole choruses, and his phrases always come out right. His way of swinging is one of the most subtle in jazz. And the swing is so self-generated that he and guitarist Jim Hall, performing without rhythm section,  were able to set upon astonishingly powerful pulse on the My Funny Valentine track of the United Artists album Undercurrents a few months ago. Many New York musicians think the track is a classic of jazz. (Ed. note: see above.)


Finally, there is his tone, one of the loveliest jazz piano has ever known. It can be hard and muscular, as on the Valentine track. But usually it is soft and round, so soft in the ballads that a TV director, hearing him for the first time, exclaimed, "Good God, the man must have fur-tipped fingers!"


Whatever they're tipped with, they are remarkable fingers and lately they are conveying to those who know Evans' music a rising morale and improving health. A year ago, they were communicating the pianist's despair over the death of bassist Scott LaFaro. The death of LaFaro left Evans so broken in spirit that he didn't play publicly for six months.




To UNDERSTAND why, it is necessary to consider the history of the Bill Evans Trio. Paul Motian, Evans' drummer almost from the beginning, recalled:


"After I got out of the Navy late in 1954, I entered the Manhattan School of Music. I completed a semester and a half. But by then I was working gigs about six nights a week, and I was falling behind in my studies, so I left. I started playing with different people, including George Wallington. That summer — the summer of 1956 — I worked in a sextet with Jerry Wald. The piano player was Bill Evans.

"After that, somehow, Bill and I seemed to work together in a lot of bands. We both worked for Tony Scott and Don Elliott. And we worked on a George Russell album together.


"Bill was living on 83rd St. at the time, and we used to play together a lot — almost every day, in fact. Then Bill went with Miles Davis, and I worked with various people, including Oscar Pettiford and Zoot Sims.


"After leaving Miles, Bill formed a trio. He had Kenny Dennis on drums and Jimmy Garrison on bass. That sort of petered out. In the latter part of 1959, he went into Basin Street East. He had a lot of trouble, and he changed rhythm sections several times. ... On drums, he had Philly Joe Jones for a few nights and Kenny Dennis for a few more and me. He must have gone through about eight bass players.


"Scott LaFaro was working at a club around the corner. I'd first heard him some time previously, when Chet Baker was forming a group. Chet called me and Bill, and we worked out. I wasn't too impressed by Scott's playing at that time. Anyway, Scott used to come around to Basin Street East and sit in with Bill. And I was impressed.


"From Basin Street East, we went to the Showplace, with Scott. That was actually the beginning.


"It's hard to describe what Scott's death last year did to us. Bill telephoned me. I was sleeping. It seemed like a dream, what he told me, and I went back to sleep. When I woke up, I was convinced it was a dream. I called Bill back, and he told me it was true.


"When it began to sink in, we ... we didn't know what to do. We didn't know if we'd still have a trio. We'd reached such a peak with Scott, such freedom. It seemed that everything was becoming possible.


"We didn't work for six months — between the last two weeks of June, 1961, until Christmas. Then we went to Syracuse, N.Y., to work a gig. Chuck Israels went with us on bass.

"That must have been a difficult time for Chuck. It had taken us two years to get to the peak we had reached with Scott, and now we had to start all over."


Rapport between Israels and the other two members of the trio didn't happen overnight.




"Because everyone was looking at Chuck with Scott in mind," Evans said, "he was in a very sensitive position. He did admirably, but he had many things on his mind — things of a technical nature, concerning the musical means with which we work.


"I think that this, coupled with replacing a man of great talent who had taken part in the development of the group, was all happening during the engagement we played earlier this year at the Hickory House. And though there were many encouraging aspects of it, I had slight apprehension about whether his self-consciousness would prevail for a long period, obstructing or misdirecting the natural way the group could develop.


"About the time we left the Hickory House, Chuck had a big overhauling job done on his bass, and we didn't have a chance to find out what effect it would have on the sound of the group. But obviously, during the month-long layoff, many of the problems, musical and otherwise, must have settled or resolved themselves for Chuck.


"Opening night at the Vanguard last July, we felt. . . . Well, it's difficult to describe the amount of difference that we all immediately felt as a result of his ability to play within the group with such a natural flow. Now I have no apprehension about the ability of the group to develop in its own direction and no hesitation about performing for anyone anywhere."


Recalling that Vanguard opening, Motian said: "It started to jell. We could feel it immediately. I thought, 'Oh, oh, we've reached that point again.' I knew we could continue where we left off when Scott died."


To this Evans added: "Not that we're trying to duplicate the point of development we reached with Scott. Chuck is a strong, intelligent, and accomplished talent in himself. It's a different trio now.


"And I'll say this. This is the first time I've been genuinely excited about the trio since Scott's death. Not only about the prospects, but what we've already arrived at."


IN VIEW OF the rich textures Israels, Motian, and Evans are capable of weaving, it is probably not without significance that all three of them had childhood groundings in nonjazz musical cultures.


In Evans' case, it was a double background. Of Welsh and Russian descent, he was surrounded with the traditional Welsh love of vocal music, and with Russian Orthodox church music. Though his mother was born in this country, she speaks Russian and is steeped in the music of the church. One uncle was a choral director, and so is Bill's cousin, Peter Wilhausky, who was a choral director for Arturo Toscanini and is now head of the New York Secondary School of Music. "I think what I got from that environment," Bill said, "was a true and humble love of music."


Israels' background is strikingly similar, though derived from another culture, Jewish. One of his uncles is a member of the music faculty at the University of California in Berkeley, His maternal grandfather was an amateur musician and an officer in the musicians union local in Yonkers. His stepfather, whom Israels said "had a monumental influence on the life of my family," is Mordecai Baumn, a cantor and an influential figure in music education.


In Motian's case, the childhood musical influence was Armenian. "I heard a lot of Armenian music at home," he said. "My parents had a lot of it on records, and I used to dance to the rhythms. I still like Armenian music very much. The rhythms are interesting and some of them swing along nicely. They have a lot of rhythms in 5/4 or 7/8 or 9/8."


It is interesting to speculate how much these "alien" musical influences may have contributed to the trio's musical freedom. Certainly the three men have shown a remarkable ease in handling material in time figures other than the traditional 4/4 of jazz. The group is notably able to dispense with forthright and heavy-handed statements of the underlying rhythmic pulse of a work, all three taking off in individual and yet beautifully interrelated directions without ever losing their bearings. The word "freedom" crops up constantly in their talk.


Israels, who has dedicated himself to music only for the last two years (he has been a photographer, sound-equipment salesman and repairman, recording engineer, and an experimental engineer for a hi-fi components manufacturer), says that "only with Bill have I begun to realize my conception of music. It's a melancholy thing to say, but, in a way, if Scotty hadn't died, I'd be struggling still to find a situation in which I could play what I want to play. I like to make the bass sound good. If playing time in a deep and firm and flowing way sounds good, then that's the way I like to play. If playing more delicate counterlines and fill-ins sounds right in a situation, then I want the bass to sound light and clear."


"What's a groove about the trio is that there's never a hassle," Motian said. "It's never, 'Do this or do that.' It's just three people playing together."


Only once since Israels joined the trio — and this was immediately after he joined — has the trio held a formal rehearsal. New material is simply introduced and then allowed to evolve on the job. Consequently, the group is simply not a piano-accompanied-by-two-rhythm trio. Its music has a true conversational quality, each member contributing what he feels is appropriate. This is a remarkable thing, in view of the individuality of its leader's playing.


It is this newfound group strength, which dates back only to July, that is the main cause of Evans' brighter outlook. "He seems like his old self again," Motian said, "as witty as he used to be. He can be a very funny guy, you know."


All of which leads us right back to the communication problem noted by Martin Williams.




"This isn't a problem I'd deal with directly," Evans said. "I find that when I'm feeling my best, spiritually and physically, I project. For example, I think the record on which I project most is the Everybody Digs album. I'd had hepatitis, and I went to stay with my parents in Florida to get over it. When 1 came back, I felt exceptionally rested and well. I made that album at that time. And I knew I was communicating the way I'd like to communicate.


"Right now, I'm starting to gain some weight that I'd lost, and I'm getting into a more secure financial period, and believe me, it's raising my morale 12,000 percent. "I think it's making a real difference. "Remember how Miles suddenly came out? The fact that musicians and critics had known about him for years didn't dispel the fact that he was saying, in effect, 'Here I am, I know what the quality of this work is, and if you want to know, you'll have to come and get it.' Yet eventually he succeeded in communicating.


"All of this is a social-personality question. It takes a profound personality evolution to affect it. I want to communicate, I want to give. But I'm not foolish enough to think I can go to a teacher to learn how to communicate." With that, one can only ask if Evans has any advice for aspiring young musicians.


"Well, there was a shipwreck, and the only man who survived was the bass player from the band. He floated on his bass for days, burned by the sun and half frozen at night, and at last he was sighted off Long Island. The press and TV people rushed down to the shore to interview him, and as he waded out of the water, dragging his waterlogged bass, they asked him, 'As the survivor of this terrible tragedy, do you have anything to say?' And the guy says, "Ooooh, m-a-an, later for the music business.'"


Source
Down Beat Magazine
November 22, 1962

Bill Evans - Intellect, Emotion, Communication - By Don Nelsen

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At the time of its publication in the December 8, 1960 edition of Down Beat, Don Nelsen was a 34-year-old feature writer for the New York News, for which newspaper he also wrote well informed jazz reviews. In 1959, he received his M.A., specializing in medieval literature and was at work on his Ph.D. He "studied trumpet privately for two years, and I still practice safely out of earshot of professional musicians." This article on Bill Evans was his first for Down Beat.


It reflects a tranquil Bill Evans, one who had not as yet been besieged by The Time of Troubles which was to be the recurring theme in his life from 1960 until his death in 1980.


The photographs that accompany the essay show a big, broad-shouldered Bill; a man who appears to be healthy and happy with his lot in life.


Bill had recently left the Miles Davis Sextet and formed his trio with Scott LaFaro on bass and Paul Motian on drums.


About seven months later, in July, 1961, Scott LaFaro was killed in an automobile accident.


By December, 1961, one year after this piece was published, Bill would be a shell of his former self. Ravaged by an addiction to heroin and an inconsolable depression brought on by Scotty’s death.


As Mr. Nelsen notes in his opening sentence, Bill may not have had a “miserable childhood,” but Life certainly brought him some heavy burdens to bear after that such that he was dead at the age of 51.


December 8, 1960
Downbeat
By DON NELSEN


“It may distress believers in the jazzman legend, but the truth is that Bill Evans has become one of the most creative modern jazz musicians without benefit of a miserable childhood. With candor, he said:


"I was very happy and secure until I went into the army. Then I started to feel there was something I should know that I didn't know."


If the 31-year-old pianist upsets a few cherished illusions about the origins of jazz musicians, he demolishes another held by many jazzman themselves and fondly nurtured by the hippy fringe: that a jazzman must be interested only in jazz.

Evans is no such intellectual provincial. For one thing, he does not believe that jazz—or even music as a whole— necessarily holds the key to the "something" he began searching for in the army. His basic attitude is that music is not the end most jazzmen make it. It is only a means.


A glance into Evans' library provides an indication of what his mind is up to. The diversity of titles shows how many avenues he has explored to reach his "something"— Freud, Whitehead, Voltaire, Margaret Meade, Santayana, and Mohammed are here, and, of course, Zen. With Zen, is Evans guilty of intellectual fadism, since everyone knows that Kerouac, Ginsberg & Co. holds the American franchise on Oriental philosophy? Evans waved a hand in resignation and said:


"I was interested in Zen long before the big boom. I found out about it just after I got out of the army in 1954. A friend of mine had met Aldous Huxley while crossing from England, and Huxley told him that Zen was worth investigating. I'd been looking into philosophy generally so I decided to see what Zen had to say. But literature on it was almost impossible to find. Finally, I was able to locate some material at the Philosophical library in Manhattan. Now you can get the stuff in any drugstore.


"Actually, I'm not interested in Zen that much, as a philosophy, nor in joining any movements. I don't pretend to understand it. I just find it comforting. And very similar to jazz. Like jazz, you can't explain it to anyone without losing the experience. It's got to be experienced, because it's feeling, not words. Words are the children of reason and, therefore, can't explain it. They really can't translate feeling because they're not part of it. That's why it bugs me when
people try to analyze jazz as an intellectual theorem. It's not. It's feeling."


Such a manifesto may pain the academicians of jazz, but Evans is no pedant with a B-plus critical faculty. He is an intellectual in the true spirit of the word: an intelligent inquirer. His flights into philosophy and letters spring not from the joy of scholarly exercise but from the fierce need to comprehend himself. It is this need, whipped by surging inner tensions, that has driven him to Plato, Freud, Thomas Merton, and Sartre. It is responsible for his artistry on the one hand and his erudition on the other. The former has enabled him to catheterize his emotions; the latter has given him the opportunity to understand them. Hence his great emphasis on feeling as the basis of art.


Undoubtedly, the four years he lived in New Orleans and attending Southeastern Louisiana college had much to do with shaping this emphasis. It certainly exerted a powerful influence on his personality and playing. He himself admits it was the happiest period of his life.


"It was the happiest," he said, "because I had just turned 17, and it was the first time I was on my own. It's an age when everything makes a big impression, and Louisiana impressed me big. Maybe it's the way people live. The tempo and pace is slow, 1 always felt very relaxed and peaceful. Nobody ever pushed you to do this or say that.


"Perhaps it's due to a little looser feeling about life down there. Things just lope along, and there's a certain inexplicable indifference about the way people face their existence. I remember one time I was working in a little town right near the Mississippi border. Actually, it wasn't a town. It was a roadhouse with a few tourist cabins out back and another roadhouse about a half-mile up the highway. There didn't seem to be much law there. Gambling was open and thriving. I worked at the first place for months, and I never saw any police. Well, the night after I had left to take a job in the saloon up the road, a man walked in and pointed a .45 at another fellow. As I heard it from a friend, all he said was, 'Buddy, I hear you're foolin' aroun' with my wife,' and Bang! That was all. The second guy fell dead. As far as I know, nobody ever gave it another thought, and nothing was ever done.


"Still, there was a kind of freedom there, different from anything in the north. The intercourse between Negro and white was friendly, even intimate. There was no hypocrisy, and that's important to me. I told this to Miles (Davis) when I was working with him and asked him if he understood what I meant. He said he did. I don't mean that the official attitude is sympathetic or anything like that. Some very horrible things go on down there. But there are some good things, too, and the feel of the country is one of them."


Bill absorbed this feel not only by living there but also by gigging around New Orleans and the rural areas almost nightly. One job took him and his fellow Casuals (the name of the band suited these collegiate artistes to a man) far into the country. After turning off the main highway, they headed up a road, which appeared to have been paved with the contents of vacuum cleaner bags. Small tornadoes of choking grit swirled around them as they pushed along. Each time another car passed, the windows were closed tight to fend off suffocation. They were beginning to taste the Grapes of Wrath in their dust-parched throats when they sighted their target after about an hour.


"It was a church in the middle of a field," Evans recalled. "A boxlike structure about 40 x 20 with nondescript paint on the outside and none on the inside. It was more like a rough clubhouse than a church. I think they built it themselves."


"Themselves" were the 70-odd folk who had hired the Casuals to play for their outdoor do. "You wondered where the hell they came from because you couldn't see any houses around," Evans said.


The bandstand where they were to play was one of those little round summer pavilions you see in films like Meet Me in St. Louis when the town band plays concerts in the park. This one was fenced around with chicken wire.


"It was a dance job," the pianist said. "We played three or four tunes for them, and then blew one for ourselves. They didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a ball. The women cooked the food — it was jambalaya — and served it from big boards. Everything was free and relaxed. Experiences like these have got to affect your music."


Apparently they have affected Bill's, and all to the good, because his playing has caused much nodding of heads among musicians, critics, and fans for the last couple of years. Yet he scoffs at people who claim to hear two or three specific influences in a musician's playing.


"A guy is influenced by hundreds of people and things," he said, "and all show up in his work. To fasten on any one or two is ridiculous. I will say one thing, though. Lennie Tristano's early records impressed me tremendously. Tunes like Tautology, Marshmallow, and Fishin' Around. I heard the fellows in his group building their lines with a design and general structure that was different from anything I'd ever heard in jazz. I think I was impressed by Lee (Konitz) and Warne (Marsh) more than by Lennie, although he was probably the germinal influence. I guess it was the way Lee and Warne put things together that impressed me."


It was the way Evans put things together that brought him to the attention of his fellow craftsmen. In New York less than five years, he has worked with such as Charles Mingus and Miles Davis, who pick their bandstand associates with care and discrimination. Obviously,


Evans has the touch. But he is still not satisfied with his playing and, because he is an artist, it is doubtful that he ever will be.


"I once heard this trumpet player in New Orleans who used to put down his horn and comp at the piano," he said. "When he did, he got that deep, moving feeling I've always wanted, and it dragged me because I couldn't reach it. I think I've progressed toward it, but I'm always looking to reflect something that's deeper than what I've been doing."


What he is seeking to reflect came out in a conversation about William Blake, the 18th century poet, painter, and mystic. Evans had found that Blake's poetry was a sort of intellectual orgasm. Bill, in describing Blake's art, defined what he was looking for in his own:


"He's almost like a folk poet, but he reaches heights of art because of his simplicity. The simple things, the essences, are the great things, but our way of expressing them can be incredibly complex. It's the same thing with technique in music. You try to express a simple emotion — love, excitement, sadness — and often your technique gets in the way. It becomes an end in itself when it should really be only the funnel through which your feelings and ideas are communicated. The great artist gets right to the heart of the matter. His technique is so natural it's invisible or unbearable. I've always had good facility, and that worries me. I hope it doesn't get in the way."


Even a cursory hearing will indicate that the Evans struggle for simple beauty is not without its triumphs. When he plays, it is like Hemingway telling a story.
Extraneous phrases are rare. The tale is told with the strictest economy, and when it is over, you are tempted to say, "Of course. It's so simple. Why didn't I think of that?" He is, in essence, a synecdochist, an artist who implies as much as he plays. And moving all his music, coloring every note, is that deep, rhythmic, almost religious feeling that is the seminal force of jazz.


It was perhaps these qualities that recommended Evans to Miles Davis after the trumpeter lost the services of Red Garland. The move was somewhat of a departure for Miles. Indeed, there were rumbles in some quarters that the color of Bill's skin automatically depreciated his value to the group. But Davis knew what he was doing. The association was a successful one for both.


Bill worked with Miles for about eight months and quit. Just why has mystified a good many persons in the jazz arena. He was playing with one of the most respected musicians in jazz and getting a $200 a week salary. The job meant not only inestimable prestige but a rare opportunity to improve artistically. Bill's explanation of the parting is, like his music, a simple statement of how he felt:


"At the time I thought I was inadequate. I wanted to play more so that I could see where I was going. I felt exhausted in every way — physically, mentally, and spiritually. I don't know why. Maybe it was the road. But I think the time I worked with Miles was probably the most beneficial I've spent in years, not only musically but personally. It did me a lot of good."


Upon leaving the Davis group, he flew to Ormond Beach, Fla., to see his parents. "And think," he said. He stayed there three weeks, mostly relaxing and playing golf, which he had learned as a boy in Plainfield, N. J., where he was born and schooled.

His father, now retired, owned a driving range, and Bill and his brother, Harry, were frequent customers and ball shaggers. According to Bill, Harry was good enough to be a pro — he played in the 70s — but music pulled him as strongly as it did his brother. Harry still lives in Baton Rouge, not too far from where he and Bill went to college together, teaching music in public school and playing three or four gigs a week.


Florida retreat was a productive one. By the time Bill was ready to return to New York in November of 1958, he had cleared some of the fog from his brain and shot a 41 on his last nine holes. Both accomplishments brought him a certain measure of satisfaction, and he came back to grapple with his music problems.


His method of doing this is a familiar one to artists whether they are musicians, writers, painters, or mathematicians. He concentrates on his stone wall intensely and when he breaks through, he explores the new terrain beyond for about six months. Then he gets bored and, as new problems are born, he abandons it to go through the same process.


"I wish it were easier," he said.


For the man who wishes to create, however, there can be no other way. He may hate the time he spends at it and fear that he may not be able to succeed; he may give up in disgust a hundred times, but he goes through with it anyway, because, in the summing up, nothing slakes the artistic thirst except the satisfaction of its own work well done. Yet Evans has some reservations concerning the sustained intensity with which an art should be pursued.


"Sometimes it can happen that you see everything in terms of music," he said. "It's like a fixation. You can't help it. I get that way every time I'm trying to work something out. But it's bad if you can't pull out of it. Nothing should be that dominating. If it is, it is perverted."


Because he respects his craft so deeply, he abhors those who would degrade it through a distorted loyalty. He looks with fascinated horror upon the hippies who try to live something they aren't.


"They live their full lives on the fringe of jazz and yet miss its essence entirely," he said. "They take the neuroses that are integral in every art and blow them up to where they're the whole thing. Do you remember the Platonic dialog in which Socrates argues the definition of wisdom with Hippocrates? As far as I'm concerned, Hippocrates was the first hippy, a guy who was smug because he thought he knew something. Socrates was wise because he realized how little he knew."


Bill's way of life is consonant with his anti-hipster philosophy. Jazz jargon constitutes a small factor in his lexicon. "Dig" and "man" he uses frequently, but overindulgence in hip talk, to him, is an "excuse for thinking." His clothes are just about what's in fashion, he shaves every morning, and his Manhattan apartment is a three-room piece of ordinary.


A bed, a few chairs, and a kitchen table is the furniture complement, all of it thoroughly bourgeois. A piano takes up half the living room. There is a hi-fi set and a television set, the latter of which he sits before almost every afternoon to apprise himself of the sports scene. He has some 50 books in two bookcases, but only two paintings decorate his walls. One, by Gwyneth Motian, wife of his drummer, Paul Motian, is a small but extremely effective abstraction. The other, by himself, is an attempt at design. It's terrible, but this has not stopped him. He continues to paint with this as his credo: "I can be as good as Klee at least."


His view of his piano playing is more in accord with reality. He is no longer the confused youngster whose feelings about music were badly shaken by the military psychology of the army.


"I took everything personally, because I thought I was wrong," he said. "I was attacked by some guys for what I believed and by musicians who claimed I should play like this pianist or that. Pretty soon I lost the confidence I had as a kid. I began to think that everything I did was wrong. Now I'm back to where I was before I went in the army. I don't give much of a damn now what anybody thinks. I'll do what I think should be done."


He is doing it with his own trio, featuring Motian and bassist Scott LeFaro. So far, he is fairly happy with the results and said, "If there is any dissatisfaction with the group, it's only with myself."


The question of whether a group of musicians who play together continually tend to become stale and/or rigid in their attitudes is one of individual capacity, Bill said.

"As a leader, it's my role to give direction to the group," he said, "and Paul and Scott have indicated that they are more comfortable in the trio than anywhere else.

Does a group get stale? It all depends on whether there is continuing stimulation, whether all the musicians concerned want to share each other's progress. As for myself, I want to grow, but I don't want to force it. I want to play as good as I can, not necessarily as different. I am not interested in consciously changing the essence of my music. I would rather have it reveal itself progressively as I play. Ultimately, what counts is its essential quality, anyway, and differences vanish in a short time.


"What is most important is not the style itself but how you are developing that style and how well you can play within it. You can definitely be more creative exploring specific things within a style. Sometimes Paul, Scott, and I play the same tune over and over again. Occasionally, everything falls in right, and we think it's sensational. Of course, it may not mean much to a listener at the time, but, then, most people in clubs don't listen closely anyway."


Up until now, the trio has been a unit for many months and acceptance is, in general, high. The fellows are not playing as many gigs as they might wish, but they are not starving. Evans himself puts no restrictions on the type of club they'll work.


"We'll play anywhere that people will listen," he said.


That should be just about everywhere."                

"Pianist Bill Evans and You, Professor"

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Here is a writing on Jazz from a totally different perspective - the academic cloister.


It appears in August 22, 2011 of The Chronicle of Higher Education.


Its author is Jacques Berlinerblau and his essay was featured in the Brainstorm: Ideas and Culture section of that edition of the Chronicle along with the video that you will find at the conclusion of this piece.


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If you, professor, could live the academic equivalent of Bill Evans’s life would you abandon the “lazy safety of specialization” for the privilege and lacerating anguish of doing so?


This was the question I kept asking myself anyhow as I read Peter Pettinger’s encyclopedic, albeit gripping, Bill Evans: How My Heart Sings (Yale University Press: 1998). After devouring that fine study I could only conclude that the great jazz pianist truly lived.


Of course, he died as a result of all that living. The enigmatic Evans passed in 1980 at the age of 51. He did so after having pivoted from heroin to cocaine and bringing to fruition what a friend of his called the “longest suicide in history.”


Pettinger's "Bill Evans: How My Heart Sings"


But along the way he got to do many of the things that, I imagine, we scholars would want to do if such things could be transposed into the key of academic life. For starters, he reached the very top of his field and is esteemed as one of jazz’s finest instrumentalists.


Miles Davis was greatly impressed by Evans dragooning him into his famed sextet. Pettinger recounts this dialogue where composer George Russell recommends a piano player to the famed trumpeter:


“Is he white?,” asked Miles.


“Yeah,” I replied.


“Does he wear glasses?”


“Yeah.”


“I know that motherf*&^%^, I heard him at Birdland. He can play his ass off.”


I would very much like to have a conversation of that nature about some person I heard give a paper at a conference. So far I have not found that motherf*&^%^.
After parting ways with Miles, Evans would become as well known for his ability to recognize and cultivate talent. He had a penchant for finding young visionary bass players such as Scott LaFaro (who died tragically in a car accident at the age of 25) and later Eddie Gomez.


Scott LaFaro


One has to listen really carefully to the interplay between the bass and the piano to understand how forward-looking this stuff really is (when I was younger I disliked the music because it always sounded like the peripatetic bassist was crawling up Evans’ back). Take for example LaFaro’s work on “Waltz for Debby.”*[*On the re-issue Waltz for Debby: Bill Evans Trio, 1987, Riverside]. As one scribe noted, LaFaro treated the bass as if it were some other instrument.


For those of us who read, write, and lecture nearly every day, we could surely appreciate the immense body of work that Evans left behind.
Evans was constantly performing and recording from the 1960s to his death. Part of this had to do with his preternatural talent. And part of it had to do with the fact that he needed money to support his habit and pay off loan sharks. Be that as it may, total immersion in one’s craft–professor does that sound good?


Too, Jazz musicians get to have fun. We scholars don’t get to run off to Sears with fellow addict Philly Joe Jones and buy matching polyester suits of powder blue and pink, though that’s an awfully cool thing to do. Cocaine or no cocaine, I sort of wish we had characters on campus who did things like that (outside of a visiting professor, or maybe an artist-in-residence, who would dare pull that stuff within the campus gate?).


A friend of mine tells me he once saw Evans perform late in life at the Village Vanguard. Arriving one hour late in a white tuxedo and eating a chocolate popsicle, a strung-out Evans proceeded to set the confection on top of the piano. As he played an inspired set the treat melted over the keyboard.


Let us never lose sight of the actual works of art Mr. Evans produced. For those unfamiliar with his music might I recommend The Tony Bennett/Bill Evans Album, and From Left to Right (where Evans plays a piano with one hand and an organ with the other). He “owned” songs like the Disney ballad “Alice in Wonderland” or “Green Dolphin Street.”


As I think about it, no professor I know lives this life or could ever live this life. This was a life, incidentally, of constant collaboration with other musicians. Evans played with thousands of artists in his career, whereas we are consigned to solitude in those godforsaken archives.


So maybe it was foolish of me to even engage in this thought experiment. Still, a university is, in theory, a place where artists and intellectuals ply their craft. One would think that immensely talented and fatally flawed characters such as Evans would proliferate there.”


 

"Who Was Bill Evans?" - Richard Terrill

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Richard Terrill is the author of the memoir Fakebook: Improvisations on a Journey Back to Jazz, and two collections of poetry, including Coming Late to Rachmaninoff.

He graciously consented to allow his essay to be posted to JazzProfiles.

Since Mr. Terrill’s article in its original form did not include any images, with the exception of the lead-in photograph of Bill Evans, I decided not to populate it with additional photographs or graphics in order to present his writing without interruptions or distractions.

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1. his   music,   like   his   personality,   had  a questioning quality
2. he wasn't a narcissist, apparently
3. he sought the essence of the material in its harmonic implications
4. Miles Davis said, "It's a drag he's dead. Now I'll never get to hear him play Alfie' again"
5. he started as a flute player
6. he didn't live as long as he might have otherwise; he didn't live to be old
7. whereas many people don't eat properly when  they're  kids,   he  didn't  eat  properly at the end of his life. Malnutrition was listed as a contributing cause of death. Coffee. Also cocaine
8. he loved to golf, bowl
9. his long-time girlfriend and first wife Eliaine threw herself in front of a subway train in 1973
10. he had lifelong feelings of inadequacy
11. he played early on with  saxist Herbie Fields, whose career ended tragically in suicide
12. he was left handed, which may account in part for his chordal proficiency
13. he wasn't African American, and he never resided  permanently  in  a  foreign  country  to escape racial prejudice at home
14. at his death, Oscar Peterson said, "Maybe he found what he was looking for"
15. he knew a great deal about the novels of Hardy and the poetry of Blake
16. loan sharks threatened to break his hands
17. "I had to work harder at music than most cats because, you see, man, I don't have very much talent."

Thesis

Why would one of the great artists of his day be so self-destructive as to kick a heroin habit only to start a cocaine habit? "When I get into something, I really get into it," he is known to have said. Does that explain?

Shortly before his death he told his young bass player how amazed he was at the insidiousness of his new drug.

We can read that his life was a fifty-year-long suicide. We can read that he was a nice man, had a sense of humor better than your grandfather's, wanted a child and when he had one thought his life was complete, then got a divorce. Dying of cocaine, he thought he was happy.

Some jazz musician junkies played the music only to get money to score. Chet Baker would forget his trumpet on a bandstand in his haste to shoot up. Charlie Parker had to borrow money for cab fare. But Bill Evans practiced constantly. "I heard him practice Ravel, Debussy," his wife said after his death, "but I never heard him practice jazz."

"You don't understand. It's like death and transfiguration. Every day you wake in pain like death and then you go out and score* and that is transfiguration. Each day becomes all of life in microcosm"

Leaving my footprints
nowhere
                          south or north
I go into hiding
here by the bay full of moonlight...

                                     Muso Seki     (W.S. Merwin, tr.)

Bill Evans is given credit for inventing the jazz piano trio. Think about it: no blaring horns, no chick singer, nothing to dance to. A piano is an instrument that can't color or bend tones. What it is, it is. It's so common as to be in every parlor or basement, so playing it is like making poetry from the words printed on a menu or a cereal box.

In the years between Sinatra and the Beatles, Bill Evans formulated a new jazz instrument consisting of three people joined at the beat— piano, bass, and drums. This rough beast was amorphous, something to be agreed on, not timed.

And of the three players, it was the bassist and the pianist who most played as if from the same body. It's not you play what I play, which would be an untrained listener's first assumption. It's you anticipate what I’m about to play based on what I'm playing right this second, what I've played since the tune has begun, what we've played in all the nights/years we've worked together, and on the basis of everyone who's ever played or recorded this tune.

And of the trios Bill Evans led, it was his first, with bassist Scott LaFaro, that was the most prescient, where the piano and bass first melded into this new animal. No one accompanied anyone else. Rather, partners.

Play something that you think will fit perfectly— not too obviously, not unsubtly—with what you think I'll play. Surprise me. But don t get in the way, don t piss me off.

The audience? Are there people sitting out there? Ok, they're allowed to listen over our shoulders.

They don't understand.

Then LaFaro was killed in a car wreck, aged 25. Bill Evans was 31.

His Reluctance

—"The trouble with Bill—and, as much as anything, that was the cause for our deciding to record him live—was always persuading Bill to play at all." -Orin Keepnews
—"Of course, Bill would never have let any work out at all if he wasn't compelled to support a career."—Nenette Evans

"It is a peculiarity of mine that despite the fact that I am a professional performer . . . I have always preferred playing without an audience."

You Don't Understand

Bopsters of the fifties often took up heroin because Charlie Parker used it (even though Bird said dope never made anyone play better). We listeners like to plug in the sociological explanation that the racism of the day drove these great but disrespected artists to despair.

Bill Evans was white. ("He was a punk," said Stanley Crouch, an African American critic, years after this death.) While he was often broke, he never lacked for work except when his habit got out of hand.

The pain is in the music. That much we can hear, especially in the ballads he was famous for. Why do we assume that the life of someone who was a great artist should be more easily explained than the mystery of our own experience? A fact is not sound. A collection of facts does not necessarily carry the logic of music, or even the music of logic.

Biography is tyranny.

The White Tuxedo

One story has it that near the end of his life, performing at the Village Vanguard, he showed up late for the gig, dressed in a white tuxedo and eating a chocolate popsicle. He was in a bad state,  but played beautifully,  all but unaware as the chocolate melted over the keyboard.

"The Perplexity of Never Knowing Things for Certain"

A typical audition with Bill Evans' trio would have the candidate come down to some place like the Village Vanguard and sit in for the entire night. At the end of the evening, the pianist would say nothing. Maybe a pleasantry, a nod of the head.

He rehearsed his trios only a handful of times in his twenty-one years leading them. It wasn't necessary for him to tell his bassist and drummer what tune they were about to play and in what key. He just started playing.

He also apparently never wrote a set list in advance of a performance. He did, however, once copy down on a bar napkin for a young pianist in the audience the chord changes for a new composition he had just performed in the previous set.

That's it. He’ll call you.

I'm a jazz saxophonist. My drummer and I have a running joke. In days past, when either of us would sub on a gig with some bandleader we didn't know, especially older guys, "ear guys," who play everything without a page of music in front of them, the bandleader would call a tune by name, but not tell you anything about it. He never said, "When you get to the B section, the changes go up in fourths, and then there's a Latin thing happening." Nothing like that. Instead the leader would simply say, "Don't worry, you'll hear it."

And sometimes you would hear it. But there would be that moment of uncertainty when you didn't know if you would hear it, and what would you play then? That was the worry.

Perhaps that's where art resides, or maybe this moment merely marks the difference between professional and amateur.

But that's the punch line of our joke: you’ll hear it. Someone in our band brings in a chart to rehearsal: "It's in nine four time, kind of a tango, I wrote if for the funeral of my aunt."

And the drummer and I say together, "Don't worry, you'll hear it."

Who Owns the Silence?

The central problem is that there's so little work for jazz musicians right now. It's the weak economy, everyone says, though they offer that as the rationale for anything: bad weather, impotence, a taste for chocolates.

That and the fact that jazz popularity (to the degree that jazz is ever popular) goes in cycles. Right now, we're at a low point in the cycle, when people who wouldn't be listening anyway don't particularly think it's cool to go to a club or bar where local jazz musicians play.

Or club owners think that their customers think this way. And so if you look at the calendar for one of the few jazz clubs in my city, you see R&B on a Tuesday, a Klezmer/rock fusion on Thursday, a few national acts blowing through town ("song writer Jimmy Webb,""The New Soul Review," Lucinda Williams), and the rest of the week chick singers singing what Sinatra stopped singing years before he died, in the last century. But at the best jazz club in my city, instrumental jazz is seldom on the schedule, and that performed by local players like me and my band mates, almost never.

I drive friends through town and point out the places I used to play (seventy five, maybe a hundred bucks a guy, one free drink) which are now closed or have cut out music: 1. Rossi's— belly up. 2. The joint on Washington—It's now a tiki bar. 3. Café Luxx—There's still a graphic of two saxophones among the letters painted on the window outside the bar. Cafe L-U- sax-sax. But no live music inside. 4. 5. 6. And so on.

Jazz? "Don't' worry, you'll hear it." Or you used to.

Telling the Difference

Of the four black men in the Miles Davis Quintet of 1959, John Coltrane is the one who most objected to having a white man at the piano. Bill Evans eventually left Miles partly because of the racial tensions among the band members, but went back for a studio session once when Miles asked him to. That session became Kind of Blue, generally held to be the greatest jazz album ever.

"We just really went in that day and did our thing."

If you're white and leading a regular life in this century, it's hard to imagine what it must have been like to be a genius and black in 1959. Bill Evans had to imagine it then. Hair slicked back, dark-framed glasses, cardigan sweater buttoned up, puffy young face, quiet. He looked more like an accountant than a jazz musician. Everyone said that.

Upon joining the group, Evans was told by Miles that there was one small matter of initiation: "You have to fuck everybody in the band." Bill walked away and thought about it for fifteen minutes and returned. 'Tm sorry, I don't think I could do that."

(He had a sense of humor better than your grandfather's.)

"My man," Miles laughed.

In 1992, before a rerelease of Kind of Blue, an astute engineer discovered that on the first three cuts of one day of recording, the tape had been running slow so that on every pressing of the album to that point, some of the music was about a quarter step sharp.

For over thirty years, no critic or player or listener had noticed the difference.

On the Need for a Sound Business Plan

Larry, the piano player I work with, says that people opening a bar or restaurant should ask the musicians whether or not the business will fail. We can tell right off. One place, a wine bar and adjacent deli, offered to pay the musicians only in coupons for their own establishment: $75 in credit, plus a free (nice) dinner and all you cared to drink. Fine, we did the gig.

But then the next time we played the place it was fifty bucks in coupons, and you could have a pizza or salad but not the main entree, one glass of wine. Well, ok ....

The last time we played there it was fifty bucks in coupons, and go hungry and bring a flask. I used some of my credit from previous gigs at the deli and got home to find I'd bought moldy cheese and stale crackers. Some overpriced canned soup.

I was about to go to the place with my wife to use more of my stash of coupons. I checked the bar's web site only to read that the place was closing in a week. No surprise to the musicians. So I called Larry, who'd played there more than me. Larry ate dinner there every night for the following week, just to use up his credit with the joint before it folded. It was the principle of the thing. He brought his friends, maybe an ex-girlfriend. Bought drinks for strangers.

Scott LaFaro

-"While we were listening to the tape, Bill was a wreck, and he kept saying something like 'Listen to Scott's bass, it's like an organ! It sounds so big, it's not real, it's like an organ, I'll never hear that again.'

"Bill continued to play 'I Loves You, Porgy' over and over again, almost obsessively—but almost always as a solo number.

"After LaFaro's death, Bill was like a man with a lost love, always looking to find its replacement."
-Gene Lees

A Controversy

Ken Burns made a 19-hour series for public TV on the history of jazz. In the series, Burns spent two entire two-hour episodes on two-year periods in the 1930s, a decade in which jazz was at the height of its popularity, but perhaps a low point in innovation and complexity. To the last forty years of jazz in the twentieth century Burns devoted one two-hour episode.

In the entire series, Bill Evans' music is discussed for ninety seconds. None of his music, other than from Miles'Kind of Blue, is played.

A True Story

The speaker, an African-American poet, asks for a show of hands. How many of the fifty-odd college students attending this lecture on the interstices of music and writing know who Bill Evans was? No one raises a hand.

The poet reads a reminiscence about his father hearing Bill Evans play at a Black club on the South side of Chicago in the 1950s ("That white muthafucka can flat-out play"). Behind his words a pianist plays a skillful imitation of Bill Evans.

In her playing, I can hear the close, impressionistic voicings, as if Debussy had done drugs and lived, as if Satie had set the copy of newspaper ads to music just yesterday, and not a hundred years ago. I'm probably the only one in the audience who can hear this in her playing. The college students in the audience can't hear it.

I hear the woman's variations of touch on the keys, the implied rubato that nonetheless offers a pulse and a pace. Listening to her is like walking through a gallery at the Met and seeing a student with an easel set up before a Vermeer. The yellows and blues against a dark background. The poetry of composition—light rhyming with light. That not caring too much, done so carefully. We watch the student before the master and smile quietly, since this brings us a warm feeling about the continuities in art, and by extension in life, that what is great is rare and will always be. That great art, copied by one, is better than bad art embraced by all.

How to describe music, anyway?

As if Ravel had given in to his late desire to play jazz, which he loved ....
Jazz bandleader Stan Kenton told a story about himself as a kid, trying to sneak into a Paris club to hear jazz. He was too young to drink, even in France. The concierge finally said, ok, just go sit in the corner with that old man. His name is Maury.

And it went like this for several evenings. Go sit in the corner with Maury, kid.

Years later, Kenton learned that the old man had been Maurice Ravel.
"The questions I might have asked….”

After the poetry reading with the piano accompaniment, the director of the college jazz program in my town is talking to my drummer and bass player. He sometimes wonders why he's spending his life training students in the jazz idiom. What future can there be in this music that no one cares about? It takes a lifetime to learn to play, and what of it then?

Who was Bill Evans?

-"He seemed to absorb from William James the perplexity of never knowing things for certain. Even though there are no absolute answers and never will be, one has to act anyway." -Sister-in-law

-"He sat sort of erect at the piano, and he'd start to play. And pretty soon his eyes would close, and his upper body would gradually start to lower itself, until finally his nose would be about an inch away from the keyboard. It was as if he were abandoning his body to his muse—as if the body evaporated, and there was some direct connection between his mind and the piano itself."—Larry Bunker, drummer
"Bill Evans. He was a punk."

Scott LaFaro: A Fiction

The bass and piano were like two empty sleeves of a fall coat, filled by ghost arms.

The bass player and piano player were like two poles of a planet that through some magnetic accident met on the same ice floe, which got smaller and brought them closer and closer together until some new electric thing happened.

The implication of one is stronger than the taste of coffee, the smell of dead leaves in a rainy fall. Not one the number, not a person alone— that's a given in our lonely lives. Not one as in the first point in a list—top dog, lead dog, numbah one. But one as in the downbeat. That point in time that two or more jazz musicians (or classical players, blue grass pickers, rock stars, lounge lizards, studio cats)—must agree the start of the measure is. One is like the place the carpenter thumbs down the end of the tape measure. Measure twice and cut once, remember? Well, not in improvised music. In jazz you just eye it up and then slice that uncut diamond into the purest component of light.

How did Scott La Faro know what not to play? They come to the bandstand in the dark basement club. Eisenhower is just off the scene, Ornette Coleman just on. LaFaro played around one. He played around the root—like loose soil, like the earthworm or the microbes taking waste to nutrient. The root is the foundation, the bass player's gig. Well, not only that, not after Scott LaFaro.

Can't we just tell you the end of the story and let you figure out what happened before you got here? Can't we skip all those transitions? Let go unsaid what everyone already understands? Scott LaFaro skipped ahead to the good parts, the musical dog-eared pages.

It's not like LaFaro can't walk. Ah, there's another jazz term with obvious metaphorical possibilities—the bassist playing those quarter notes in a line, four to a bar, setting the tension of the music in motion. La Faro could play those quarter notes till the cows came. Till Houdini reappeared chain-free and breathing like a mortal.

He could swing hard. The multiple articulated note—playing C C C C C—the string of half notes where quarter notes would have been played by others, the suspension that delayed gratification, as in good sex—all those ways he could swing without obviously swinging. Abstract. Abstracted.

His phrasing is unexpected, the lines like so many boxcars, but then the strange uncoupling of melody from bar line. That's like holding hands with a goddess. It's implying things you don't need to say, if you can hear.

We don't need a photograph of that night that LaFaro must have sat in with Bill Evans the first time. We almost don't need to read about it.

He would push Evans: man, you're fucking up the music. Cut out "the stuff" it's wrecking your life. And your playing. Don t give me this shit about transcendence and pain. Give me the space to play. I don't care if it's feeling or not, I don't care if it's a fucking sandwich.

To which Evans might have said, as he did eventually say, "Actually, I'm not interested in Zen that much, as a philosophy, or in joining any movements. I don't pretend to understand it. I just find it comforting. And very similar to jazz .... Like jazz, you can't explain it to anyone without losing the experience. That's why it bugs me when people try to analyze jazz as an intellectual theorem. It's not. It's feeling."

When Scott LaFaro died, in one of those car wrecks that killed more jazz musicians than dope ever did, Bill Evans must have gone into an odd-shaped room and never come out again except for food and water, and that only occasionally. He must have never played any note the way he would have played it otherwise. He must have taken no whole, real comfort in any good thing, not even music.

Publishers' Weekly Review, Bill Evans: How My Heart Sings, by Peter Pettinger

"Pettinger dispenses with personal insights to such a degree that his book becomes more critical discography than biography . . . Intimates of Evans aren't described physically or characterized emotionally but are simply wrung dry of their musical content then pushed offstage. Interviews with contemporaries do provide memories of Evans, but they are often banal. In relating a life filled with romantic disappointment, extreme drug abuse and assorted illnesses that contributed to his early death in 1980, Pettinger paints only a pallid portrait of the man behind the music.

"In the end, fans of Evans's music may be left cold."

(Are we left so because Pettinger was himself a concert pianist and more interested in Evans' music than his life? Is that in turn because Evans' music was great and his life, however burdened by pathos, was just another life among the billions?

Is biography tyranny?

Who is any of us?)

1. Fall 1973: Tells his wife Ellaine that he's leaving her, probably because she couldn't bear children, in order to marry a woman he's recently met. After he leaves for California and the woman he would marry, Ellaine throws herself in front of a subway train in New York. His manager arrives to identify the body.

2. Late 1971: Gary McFarland, 38, vibraphonist, collaborator. He, along  with a friend, drank cocktails into which liquid methadone had been poured. Fatal heart attack. Both men died. Details remain unclear.

3. April   1979:   Harry  L.   Evans,   brother, schizophrenic. Self-inflicted gunshot.

4. September   15,   1980:   Bill   Evans,   50. Hepatitis. Liver failure. A lifetime of drug use. Malnutrition.

5. July 6, 1961: Scott La Faro, 25, bassist. Car accident.

6. August  23,   1998:   Peter  Pettinger,   42, pianist, Bill Evans biographer. Died just before his book on Evans was released.

7. "Every day you wake in pain like death"

8. "Many clubs pay more attention to their trash cans than the house piano"
Larry Bunker, drummer: "I worked with him for a year and a half, and I really tried to get to know the man. And he would not have it. ... He'd sit and we'd hang, and pretty soon his eyes would glaze over. Then he'd take a paper napkin, draw a music staff on it, and start writing twelve tone rows—which, along with anagrams, was one of his favorite little mind recreations."

From an interview: "Do you like people?"
"Yes, but I don t seem to communicate with them very well."

Is it important to communicate with people?"
"I dedicate my life to it."

"But sometimes in concerts or in clubs you fail to. ... Does that disturb you?"

December 31, 2012. My Interview With Bill Evans, In Which He Responds To My Question "Why Did You Behave The Way You Did Your Whole Life?"

what do you mean why what do you mean behave this suggests choice when we're busy making choices like what to play and what's going to happen next it's tempting then to look beyond what's true or might be

I don't know man I just didn't want to hang around that long and have everyone get tired there's beauty and then there's everything else and if you're interested in beauty then some of those day to day things eating sleeping keeping a schedule are going to fall away I'm not saying this is a good thing it worked for me though some people might say it hasn't

Sometimes I wonder
what thoughts, what feelings he knew
as he was leaving.
Tell me what you remember
poor cold, silent autumn moon.

Kyogoku Tamekane        (Sam Hamill, tr.)

My CD player has been fried, casualty of a power surge brought on by a faulty ballast in an ancient fluorescent light fixture in the basement. Or so the electrician said. I'm embarrassed that two months go by before I try to turn on the CD player and get nothing. How can two months go by where I'm not listening to anything but classical music on public radio? My router and modem were fried, too, and I realized that within a few seconds. Given this, what is essential, according to me?

Perhaps turntables. With no working CD player in my home office now, I'm listening to vinyl for the first time in months or years. My LPs are mostly jazz albums I collected during college up until the advent of cassette, maybe ten years of penny pinching and used record stores, unearthing the occasional gem.

One of the only Bill Evans I have from those days is a rare reissue, "newly discovered tapes," that kind of thing, something I bought as late as '82 or '83: California Here I Come. Even Larry, my Bill Evans-worshipping piano player, has never heard of it. The title tune is hardly an Evans standard, but much of the rest of the double issue is mainstream Bill: "Polka Dots and Moonbeams,""Emily,""Very Early,""Stella by Starlight."

The recording pairs Bill with his Kind of Blue drummer, Philly Joe Jones (the one who, in the fifties, had introduced Evans to heroin).

I set the old turntable in motion. It starts spinning slowly and then builds up steam to about a standard 33 1/3. The first thing I hear is, of course, vinyl: its gray sound, its muted blues and shorn highs. I adjust the balance of the speakers, try boosting the bass, then the treble. I try getting more of everything.

I'm reminded how the first CDs sounded so cold to us: good for classical music, but definitely not right for jazz, I was not the only one to think. Now vinyl is retro and back in style for twenty-somethings: its warmth, its evening of colors and articulation, its gauze or mesh over the midrange. But vinyl no longer sounds like real life to me— sun through clouds. So has real life changed or have I?

"Turn Out the Stars": Bill Evans' phrases are constructed to be broken into their logical and extra-logical parts. After the head, shards of melody lay across the canvas. We're told that a Bill Evans improvisation is a matter of ultimate preparation, music of the highest level, something he could turn on like a spigot. Maybe it's the left hand that seals the agreement with those who listen. No, if I single out the left hand, it means nothing without the theme and variation he plays in the right. Any given phrase he improvises is the logical sequel to the phrases before it, and leads to the phrase that follows. But perhaps that's true of any good player.

And there is form over form, layer over layer: a descending line in one chorus picks up a simpler version of the same notes from the chorus before. Great tonal memory must be as keen as a dog's sense of smell.

Time is not a watch on a wrist. It's not "kept" by the bass or drums, like a lover in a garret, hidden away from the world. Time is malleable, gains and falls back like flowing water. But not so flowery as that. Time, the beat, is the cruel master. Some art is a piece of time carved out.

(If you're among the majority of people on the planet who don't listen to jazz and have never heard of Bill Evans, you could have skipped the preceding passage. But I decided not to tell you that until now).

A True Story

"He once showed up for a gig with his right arm virtually useless. He had hit a nerve and temporarily disabled it while shooting heroin. He performed a full week's engagement at the Vanguard virtually one-handed, a morbid spectacle that drew other pianists to watch. He pulled it off, too, thanks in large measure to his virtuoso pedal technique. According to one bassist in the audience, 'if you looked away, you couldn't tell anything was wrong.'"—Victor Verney

"You don't understand. It's like death and transfiguration. . . . Each day becomes all of life in microcosm"

Now what can I do?
My writing hand in a cast
is useless—
can't manipulate chopsticks
can't even wipe my ass!

Socho         (Sam Hamill, tr.)

The Japanese

His Wife: "He believed that there were many wonderful venues all over the world. I think above all he loved the Japanese audiences. Whenever a great piano was provided, he was normally ecstatic."

"There is a Japanese visual art in which the artist is forced to be spontaneous. He must paint on a thin stretched parchment with a special brush and black water paint in such a way that an unnatural or interrupted stroke will destroy the line or break through the parchment. Erasures or changes are impossible. . . .

"The resulting pictures lack the complex composition and textures of ordinary painting, but it is said that those who see well find something captured that escapes explanation….”

Lost

On September 16, 1980, I wrote a poem about Bill Evans and his influence on my musician friends and me. The poem began, "We said it always quickly like one word: billevans." The first line was perfect iambic pentameter, in a fourteen-line "free verse sonnet."

The poem went on to say that while other famous jazz artists were "Miles" or "Trane," billevans was always referred to by his full name—never "Evans" or "Bill." Then about line 9 of the poem, the trumpet player on a gig with me turns and asks me, "Hey, did you hear billevans died."

Though I’ve looked hard for it, I can't find a copy of my poem about billevans.

Later, I wrote another poem about billevans which I included in my second collection. Previously, I had tried to publish that poem in literary journals, but it was rejected fifteen times. I keep records of that.

A gloss of that new billevans poem would say that it's better to fail beautifully than to succeed in a way that is basically untrue. Others might summarize the poem differently, however.

Of all my work, this poem is my piano player Larry's favorite poem. Of course, he never saw the poem that was lost. Almost no one did.

His Death

Coughing up blood, he complained of drowning. He lost consciousness in the car and his drummer carried him into the hospital.

Bill Evans: A Fiction in Monologue

It's the scale of everything that moves me the most, man. (lights a cigarette) Little streets, little houses, little shops and restaurants with little plates of food in them. And then the plastic food labeled in the windows. All the cars there are white, did you know that? It's like, why would you want to step out of line to own something else?

The whole of the culture seems the opposite of spontaneous, and you don't lose face in front of your neighbor and your neighbor won't lose face in front of you. If you think of it, why not? Why shouldn't we each have our secrets, and within each secret is a thousand unknowns, and they're wrapped in nori and put on a plate: perfect presentation. What's really true, what's really felt, is so far within that it couldn't withstand the light of day Even in a gray city. Tokyo. Yokohama. Dim lights in front of the club or off stage. Shards of light in the alleyway, the little streets, the little buildings. The scale.

On Audiences

"Some people just wanna be hit over the head and, you know, if then they [get] hit hard enough maybe they'll feel something. . . . But some people want to get inside of something and discover, maybe, more richness. And I think it will always be the same; they're not going to be the great percentage of the people. A great percentage of the people don't want a challenge. They want something to be done to them. . . . But there'll always be maybe 15 percent. . . that desire something more, and they'll search it out. . . and that's where art is."

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Who Owns the Art?

In addition to Ken Burns' documentary and companion coffee table book ($45, available online for $14.78, used from $0.39, plus shipping), the filmmaker has released a series of audio recordings of jazz greats titled with his name first, followed by the name of the performer featured on that disc, Ken Burns Miles Davis, Ken Burns Louis Armstrong, and so on. The compilation of these CDs is titled Ken Burns Jazz: The Story of American Music.

I guess we are to read the titles in the way we read Boswell's Johnson or Sandburg's Lincoln. I suspect, too, that the publishers rightly intuited that the words "Ken Burns" in the title would sell more copies than the word "jazz."

Jazz is a popular music that's not very popular. That much, in their research, the producers of Ken Burns Jazz had learned.

I once heard a panel discussion in which a group of documentary filmmakers complained about how much precious grant money Ken Burns has tied up.
Bill Evans never got a grant. There is no record that he ever applied for one.

A True Story

My old friend the jazz pianist Lyle Mays tells a story something like this. He is a college student playing at a jazz festival in 1975 with a trio from North Texas State University—which is the Harvard of jazz, as anyone in the business knows. Guitarist Pat Metheny, already a professional, is also on the bill, and he and Mays meet at this venue and will hook up in a couple of years in a musical partnership that continues to this day.

One of the judges for the festival small group competition is Bill Evans. The panel of judges named Lyle's band Outstanding Combo at the festival. On his comment sheet, Evans had left the numerical scoring and written evaluation sections blank, and written instead only three words:

"See you around."

On Audiences

"Sometimes we're really on and it doesn't feel like the people really understand what we're doing; other times, people applaud wildly after a tune when I didn't really think much was going on at all."

Should anyone ever fail this beautifully again, promise me
your late conversion won't keep you
from at least

sending word—that someone
once again
hasn't wasted life

on certainty.
Heroin, counterpoint,
Ravel, cocaine:

When he got into something
he really got into it.
It seems too much

to deny a man
slumped forehead to the keys
and their impossible jagged line

like black and white starlight,
his right arm limp with dead nerves,
while the left hand turns out the stars.

The shirt someone buttoned for him,
cigarettes on spring days,
the background chatter that wasn't there. Isn't.

How long it takes to die this way
when it rains outside, and within.
I suppose when the wind behaves,

the waves take note.
I'll hear that someone
came through the revolving door
again into
the shapeless dark
and began to play.

Some Sources

How My Heart Sings, Peter Pettinger. Kind of Blue: The Making of the Miles Davis Masterpiece, Ashley Kahn. Kind of Blue liner notes (Bill Evans). Turn Out the Stars liner notes (Bob Blumenthal and Harold Danko). The Best of Bill Evans Live liner notes, Tim Nolan. "The Two Brothers as I Knew Them: Harry and Bill Evans," Pat Evans. "Bill Evans in Paris with Gene Lees," Steven Cerra. Review of How My Heart Sings, Publisher's Weekly. Bill Evans Trio: The Oslo Concerts (film). "On Ken Burns' Jazz Documentary and Bill Evans," Jan Stevens. "Bill Evans: Time Remembered," Jean-Louis Ginibre. Stompin at the Terrace Ballroom, Philip Bryant. "Bill Evans" (poem), Richard Terrill. The Essential Haiku, edited by Robert Haas. "Artist Profiles: Bill Evans," Joel Simpson, allaboutjazz. com. Meet Me at Jim dr Andy's: Jazz Musicians and Their World, Gene Lees. "Pianist Bill Evans and You, Professor," Jacques Berlinerblau. Bill Evans Archives (website). Alone (Again) liner notes, John L. Wasserman. "A Review of How My Heart Sings," Victor Verney, compulsivereader. com. "Interview with Nennette Evans," Jan Stevens, billevanswebpages.com. "It Was Just One Afternoon in a Jazz Club Forty Years Ago," Adam Gopnik, billevanswebpages.com. All The Things You Are: The Life of Tony Bennett, David Evanier.

Not long before his death Bill tried to reach Tony Bennett on the phone. They had made two recordings together when the singer was in the midst of his own drug problem and had lost his big studio recording contract.

Finally, after nights of trying to get through, Bill succeeded.

"Just keep going after beauty and truth," he told the singer. There was a certain desperation in his voice. In weeks, he was dead.

Years before, he wrote a letter to his friend Gene Lees explaining that he started using heroin back in the fifties because he didn't think he deserved the fame and recognition that was his after playing with Miles Davis on Kind of Blue. "If people didn't believe I was a bum, I was determined to prove it."

His Two-Week Method of Learning Music

"Since there are only 12 notes in music, you can spend one day a week to learn everything there is about each note, and still take Sundays off."

JFK would be 95. Bobbie would be 86. Charlie Parker would be 92. John Belushi would be 63. Janis Joplin, 69. Sylvia Plath, 79. Miles Davis, 86.

Maybe we simply couldn't imagine them as elderly, as having trouble getting around, as not being ahead of where we are.

Scott LaFaro would be 78. Bill Evans would be 83. It's the jazz uber story. Car accidents.

Narcotics. A life compressed. Among the jazz musicians who left life young, few were the picture of youth at the end of the years they had.

Or maybe everyone's got the whole thing wrong. Maybe what truth there was—that which preceded myth, anthologies, compilations, "desiccated biographies," commercial appropriations, neglect and deification, related tyrannies— maybe that bit of truth was lost like a scrap of paper filed away in a box then moved from apartment to house to house over a lifetime of new residences, then discarded by someone who had to clean up the mess of boxes after the pack rat passed on. Maybe, all accounts to the contrary, Bill Evans' inner life was an act of tremendous ego, of supreme selfishness—first to sacrifice one's years practicing sixteen hours a day. Then at the end to close the door to the toilet and sit there in a cocaine haze. More than one critic notes that the fire and drive of his last quartet may have been due not as much to his being energized by youthful partners on bass and drums, as by his replacing heroin with cocaine as his drug of choice. From downer to upper. From cover it over to burn it down.

We'd like to imagine a truth more lyrical than any of these. We'd like to think we each could make something beautiful, something that might last, some one thing, some art. And think that someone who could make beautiful things again and again, each better than our best effort, that that person could not possibly be cognizant of his capacity ("he lacked self-confidence"). To be aware of that gift would be like living in a body the entire surface of which was as sensitive as the fingertips, the genitals, the tongue. So hard and not worth it to be a genius, the rest of us have to think, and to be so driven and obsessed to use that genius, seeing so clearly that talent is nothing unless put into play, that life does not progress as much as it lists moments. To see that one life among the billions, despite what the good-hearted say, cannot matter much. But music can. Sometimes.

Last Words to a Journalist Requesting an Interview, Copenhagen 1980

"We have to run to catch a plane.... I have to go. Didnt you have a chance in all of that? I really have to go, I’m sorry."

START here (again)

18. he never recorded country and western or contemporary Christian music
19. "I think he was out of his body when he played"
20. he wasn't an ascetic
21. his wife: "He hated electric guitars. He hated rock. Period"
22. in the '60s a record producer suggested he make a rock album
23. he was not a member of an organized religion,   wasn't   an   activist   in   any   political movement, nor a member of any fraternal society such as the Masons or the Rotary
24. in the middle of the night, Miles Davis would often call to go bowling
25. he could swing harder than some people gave him credit for
26. he was sometimes unaware of how his words and actions would be felt by those around him, including those close to him
27. he never performed at football, baseball, or soccer stadia
28.   "Ladies and gentlemen — I don’t feel like playing tonight.   Can you  understand that?" '
29.  when he died, he was as old as he was going to get
30.  he sometimes must have been aware how his words and actions would be felt by those around him

"See you around. "

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