Saturday, October 6, 2018

Woody Herman by Steve Voce - Part 1

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


“Nobody does what Woody does as well as he does. If we could only figure out what it is he does . . .”
- Phil Wilson, trombonist, Jazz educator


Woody Herman's main influence on jazz was felt through the effects of the First Herd, the Second Herd and the band of the middle sixties. It is on these bands that I have allowed the emphasis of this book to fall.
- Steve Voce, Jazz author, columnist and broadcaster


Woody Herman's career, spanning fifty years as a bandleader, has been an extreme of ups and downs from the peak when he worked with Stravinsky to the trough one night when most of the band fell asleep on stage. He has had some of the greatest of all jazz musicians in his bands - Stan Getz, Bill Harris, Ralph Burns, Zoot Sims, Flip Phillips - the list is prodigious and, typical of Woody Herman, it continues to this day [1986, the year of publication; Woody died the following year] as brilliant new youngsters join the Herd.


This is an account of the Herds of character, and of the strong character, known to generations of his musicians as The Chopper, who led them. It is also an account of the nuts in the Herd, complete with a discography that pays ample tribute to them, the music and to The Chopper himself.


STEVE VOCE began writing about jazz in the Melody Maker during the 1950s and it was also at that time that he became a regular jazz broadcaster for the BBC. He has presented his own weekly radio programme, “Jazz Panorama,” for more than eighteen years and has contributed a stimulating and controversial monthly column, “It Don't Mean A Thing” to Jazz Journal International for a quarter of a century!


Chapter One


“'Nobody ever needed to be bored working for Woody Herman,' said one of his sidemen, 'because his soloists are so good that it's like going to a great jazz concert every night.’ On the face of it, that could almost be a summary of Herman's career. The idea of 'a great jazz concert every night’ reflects the fact that, despite the tribulations and inevitable traumas of keeping sixteen men on the road for 48 weeks each year, one never heard of a bad concert by one of Woody's bands. Despite his unique reputation as a generous and gentle employer of 'friends', Herman has always displayed the highest standards of professionalism, and these standards are always reflected in his bands on stage. Offstage Woody acknowledges that jazz musicians are exuberant and often highly strung, and he knows exactly how far to let them unwind through horseplay and humour. A supremely stable person himself, he has managed to keep control of some of the most eccentric musicians that jazz has known without ever appearing to exert authority. ' Woody's great talent,' said one of the band, 'is to keep out of the way.'


One of the keys to his success is his appreciation of and ability to talk to young people, both in his band and as fans of his band. 'Young people think constructively and move forward,' he says. 'Too often old people are bound up with nostalgia and simply want to live their early lives over and over again. You can't do that. Whilst we'll acknowledge the past and play Woodchopper's Ball [Woody’s theme song] when we're asked, we've got to have new things happening in the band all the time. Our young men are creative people, and my job is to nurture that quality, and to provide a platform for its development.'


The Herman Herds have been the incubator for more talented soloists than any other jazz organisation. There are many reasons for this, including a high turnover of band members. Duke Ellington's band, for example, enjoyed long periods of stability when the sections stayed the same. Consequently Duke's band produced only a handful of new soloists, albeit some of them amongst the best in the world. Woody, perhaps because his kind of operation meant that he couldn't pay high wages or perhaps just because of the rigours of life on the road, had a high level of movement in and out of the band with a consequent higher level and variety of talent to be discovered in his ranks. After half a century of almost uninterrupted travel round the world one can see the wisdom of his admonition 'Be not disencouraged, brother!'


Woodrow Charles Herman was born in Milwaukee on 13 May 1913. His teacher at St. John's High School was Sister Fabian Riley, and each year he takes the band back to Milwaukee to play a benefit for Sister Riley's scholarship fund. But Woody was not destined to spend the normal years at school. By the time he was six he began singing and dancing in the local theatres, and by the age of eight he was touring professionally and appearing at theatres throughout the Middle West with his father. He must have been pretty good, because he had literally stopped shows with his singing and dancing.


'The very first song I sang in the theatre was a lulu called You Should See My Gee Gee From The Fiji Isles. I finally recorded it 30 years later at Capitol under the name of "Chuck Thomas And His Dixieland Band", because I didn't have the courage to come out in the open with it. We speeded the tape up so that it put me a tone or two higher. The record company did a campaign on it in certain areas of the country and it sold a fantastic amount in those places. But then they suddenly decided that the lyric was too risque and it got banned on a couple of networks. It hadn't seemed like that when I was eight. It was just a little boy singing a hot tune. Little Woodrow was swinging.’


Woody's next move was into a kids' group working vaudeville theatres and movie halls. Their role was to provide a prologue to the movies, and they acted out Booth Tarkington stories, led by a boy called Wesley Berry who was in the Jackie Coogan mould. With the money Woody earned from these activities he bought his first alto saxophone and later a clarinet. The idea was that he should study these with a view to using them in his stage act, but Woody had grander horizons in mind. Eventually, encouraged by his parents, he graduated to being a single act and featured the two horns when he was billed as 'The Boy Wonder Of The Clarinet'. Like drummer Buddy Rich, Woody was virtually raised in the theatre, but as he grew older he became more interested in wider fields of music and began playing with groups of musicians when he was about 14. Right away he got the band bug and didn't want to return to vaudeville. His parents were most upset. They felt that while Woody was in the theatre he was an artist, but playing in a band was an entirely different matter.


During all this Woody somehow still found time to go to school, but his love of bands had taken root. The booking agencies in Chicago used to issue brochures about their individual bands, and Woody collected them avidly, and soon knew them all off by heart. Even then he dreamed of the day when he would have his own band. It was to be a basically hot band with a big brass section (in those days that meant three or four men, and when the first Herman band was formed it in fact had five brass).

While still at high school he joined the Myron Stewart Band, a local group resident at Milwaukee's Blue Heaven Club. Later he moved to Joey Lichter's Band where he was featured as a vocalist and soloist. Lichter was a jazz violinist from Chicago, and it was here that Woody had his first real encounter with jazz.


Leaving Lichter, he persuaded his parents to let him leave home and join the society band of Tom Gerun, and here he played alongside baritone saxist Al Morris, who later made his name and fortune as vocalist Tony Martin. Another one destined for bigger things was the band's vocalist, Ginny Sims. Woody was featured on tenor. 'I sounded like Bud Freeman with his hands chopped off,' he remembers.


Gerun was a man of some courage. One night while he was leading the band on the stand in Pittsburgh a telegram was brought to him. It was from his business advisers in New York to tell him that his financial interests had just been wiped out in the Wall Street Crash. That night, to celebrate, he threw a big party for the band.


After four years with Gerun, Woody joined Harry Sosnik's band, and later Gus Arnheim's where Bing Crosby had at one time been the vocalist. While with Arnheim he was approached when the two bands were playing at the same theatre to join Isham Jones's band. Since he had friends in the band, trumpeter Pee Wee Irwin and trombonist Jack Jenney, he agreed and some months later he moved to Isham.


Isham Jones was a remarkable man, talented as a songwriter, band leader and multi-instrumentalist. He also wrote his own arrangements for his bands at a time when it was more usual to use 'stocks', stereotyped arrangements sold by the music publishers. Whilst Woody was later to have a hit with Woodchopper's Ball, Isham had recorded Wabash Blues in 1922 and sold almost two million copies. He composed I’ll See You In My Dreams, It Had To Be You, On The Alamo and many other top quality hit songs.


While he was prepared to put up with a man appearing for a job in the wrong band uniform, he showed no such tolerance when it came to the music and if someone missed a cue or played a wrong note, he


had been known to invite them out the back to settle the matter. Apparently bloodthirsty, he used to love it when his musicians fought and would always watch without intervening.


Victor Young played violin and arranged for the band, as did Gordon Jenkins, who described it as 'the greatest sweet ensemble of that time or any other time'.


There seem to have been two definite directions within the band, the sweet and the hot. It was here that Woody made his first jazz recordings, leading a small group for Decca under the titles of the Swanee Swingers and Isham Jones's Juniors. The band made six very respectable sides between 25 and 31 March 1936. I've Had The Blues So Long was one of five Herman vocal features and sounds very much like the records of the later Herman Band That Plays The Blues. On Slappin' The Bass Woody's clarinet has an agile, stinging quality reminiscent of Goodman, and Chelsea Quealey's muted trumpet echoes Muggsy Spanier. Frankie Jaxon's Fan It was to be a hit with the Woodchoppers ten years later. Here it was distinguished by Woody's vocal and some good solos. Elsewhere Virginia Verrell's vocals dampened the heat of the session, but generally it was a good debut for Woody.


The two definite directions were given their head when Isham suddenly decided to retire in the middle of 1936. One of the violinists formed part of the band into a 'sweet' band and Woody led a nucleus determined to head into the 'hot.'


It was to be five years before the Woody Herman Band as it was to be known would become profitable. The years in between were to be tough and very lean with work hard to come by, and in 1941 Herman said that if he'd known how hard it was going to be he would never have gone ahead. Later on it became impossible to form a big band without having a backer to put up a large sum of money to run it until it began to earn. Woody and his men had no backer, so they formed a co-operative, a practice frowned upon by the American Federation Of Musicians, with equal shares for the nucleus of ex-Isham Jones players. These were Woody, trombonist Neil Reid, violinist Nick Hupfer, trumpeters Clarence Willard and Kermit Simmons, tuba player Joe Bishop, bassist Walter Yoder, tenor saxist Maynard 'Saxie' Mansfield and drummer Frankie Carlson. Each man put up a similar amount of money and later other musicians, like pianist Tommy Linehan, were invited to become members. Neil Reid was the treasurer, and it was his job to keep expenses to a minimum and pay out wages to the hired musicians who were not members of the co-operative. This was never easy in a band that worked an average of two nights a week and four nights in a good week. Walter Yoder managed the band — a role later designated "straw boss'.


One of the most important events in Woody's life happened that year. He'd known the red-haired Charlotte Neste since they were both 17. She was working under the professional name of Carol Dee when they met in San Francisco, and they married in New York on 27 September 1936, 'right after Prohibition.’


'\Ve got married at the toughest time when things were breaking the worst,' Charlotte told Down Beat magazine. 'But maybe that's the best time to get married — at least we think so.'


Charlotte was right for, despite the fact that Woody spent so much time on the road, theirs was one of the happiest of marriages right up to her death in 1982. Loved by all the musicians in the bands and friends with many of them after they left, she must have been the most popular band leader's wife of all time.


Throughout the autumn of 1936 the new co-operative worked at putting the band together. Three of the arrangers from Isham's band, Joe Bishop, Gordon Jenkins and violinist Nick Hupfer, started writing a library of charts, and the co-operative began auditioning necessary sidemen. It seems likely that these were amongst the last auditions Herman ever held, for in later years he took musicians on by recommendations from colleagues, usually former members of his band.


Joe Bishop abandoned his tuba and took up flugelhorn, probably becoming the first jazz musician to use the instrument, which was more limited than the trumpet, but had a nicer tone. Bishop had an expressive but circumscribed range and it was decided, whether by Joe or the co-operative is not clear, that the flugel was for him.


Things went well at first. After six weeks' rehearsal the band was ready and immediately two golden apples fell into its lap. It was given a recording contract by Decca Records and two nights after its first recording session on 6 November it began a two week engagement at the Roseland Ballroom in Brooklyn. As if that wasn't an auspicious enough beginning for such an embryo band, there were local radio broadcasts from the Roseland.


The first recording session used two tunes, Wintertime Dreams and Someone To Care For Me, which were dogs. The prim, straight tempos went well with Woody's routine vocals, and there wasn't the slightest hint that the band would ever be anything but anonymous and insipid.


On 10 November they cut The Goose Hangs High, hardly a jazz classic, but there was a good jazz vocal from Woody and some mellow playing from Bishop both in solo and in the section.


After the job at the Brooklyn Roseland was over the band moved to the New York Roseland, where they shared the billing with another equally unknown band led by a pianist called Count Basie.


The band stayed in New York for the next four months, working at the Roseland and cutting a handful of records for Decca. The shape of things to come was mapped out when they recorded Dupree Blues and Trouble In Mind on 26 April 1937. The Herman style loosely paralleled the Dixieland two beat of Bob Crosby's band, but Herman's singing on these two blues showed an affinity with that kind of music normally only found in the work of black performers. In this respect he's always shared the honours with trombonist Jack Teagarden, perhaps the only other white musician to really get to the roots of the blues.


Trouble In Mind is a classic blues written by the legendary Richard M.Jones and a hit during the twenties in the recording by Bertha 'Chippie' Hill and Louis Armstrong. Since then the song had fallen from popularity and it proved ideal material for Woody. It opened with a stinging clarinet solo in the Artie Shaw manner and then Woody sang the vocal with a gruff obbligato from Joe Bishop's fluegel. Compared with Chippie Hill's original graveyard-orientated tempo, the Herman version almost bounced. Dupree Blues, better known in early days as Betty And Dupree, was enhanced by another mellow obbligato from Bishop, a fine plunger muted solo from Reid and solos from Saxie Mansfield and Bishop. It is interesting to note how, as always, the saxophone solos have dated whilst the brass ones remain fresh. Woody told the sombre tale with a forceful vocal and the performance, paired with the band's version of Jelly Roll Morton's Doctor Jazz sold well over the ensuing years. The formula for The Band That Plays The Blues had been worked out, if not yet fully applied.


Perhaps the best chance to evaluate the early Herman band is offered by the radio transcriptions they recorded when they returned from their first tour, which took in the Eastern states during June 1937. The recordings were made on 23 September, and by this time an extremely important change had been made. Tommy Linehan replaced Horace Diaz at the piano chair. Linehan was from Massachusetts, and had played with well known bands there and along the East coast from 1928 onwards. He was a quiet little man with a neat moustache, his appearance not reflecting a commitment to jazz and boogie woogie piano that was unusually effective for the time. Later his piano sound was to become one of the trade marks of the band, notably in pieces like Blues Upstairs, Blues Downstairs, Chips' Boogie Woogie, Indian Boogie Woogie and the blues library.


Radio transcriptions are an invaluable reference for the jazz historian, for they often provide musical documentation of the various bands at times when they were forbidden to make recordings, by union bans or, as in the case of the 1937 transcriptions, at a time when the band didn't otherwise record prolifically. The mixture of titles recorded on 23 September gives us a good idea of the elements in the repertoire. There were the jazz standards, Muskrat Ramble, Jazz Me Blues, Ain't Misbehavin', Squeeze Me and Weary Blues; the quality standards, Exactly Like You, Can't We Be Friends?, Someday Sweetheart, and a couple of lesser known songs of the day, Remember Me and Hoagy Carmichael's Old Man Moon. The emphasis is always on the jazz aspect of performance, although it is sometimes a little questionable as in the introductory clarinet passage to Exactly Like You, where it has to be owned that Woody has a touch of Ted Lewis about him. However, this is swept aside by a heavily attacking trombone solo from Reid, a fastidious trumpet solo from Clarence Willard and some finally righteous wailing from Herman.


Remember Me has some ponderous tenor from Mansfield before a solo of great delicacy from Bishop. The influence of New Orleans clarinettist Jimmy Noone with his limpid and full tone remains evident in Woody's playing today (oddly enough Noone's phrasing is often prominent in Herman's alto playing as well as in his clarinet work) and it can be heard in Can't We Be Friends?, otherwise a fairly routine performance.


The Dixieland numbers smack of Bob Crosby's performances, with Woody, Neil Reid, Bishop and Mansfield the main soloists. It's interesting to note that at this time Herman was technically the best of the soloists.


Towards the end of 1938 Woody re-evaluated the band's musical policy. Whilst they were good at playing Dixieland numbers, Bob Crosby did it better. The band wasn't in the same league as Jimmy Lunceford or Duke Ellington, both of whom were to be big influences later on. What did they do well? They played the blues. On 22 December a small group from the band titled Woody Herman And His Woodchoppers recorded River Bed Blues. Hyman White had just joined on acoustic guitar, and this was his debut. He complimented Linehan to perfection, and his solo playing had the bluesy intimacy of Teddy Bunn's work. The Band That Plays The Blues was under way.


A couple of weeks later Horace Stedman 'Steady' Nelson arrived on trumpet, filling out the section to three. Although he had made his musical debut with Peck Kelly's band in Texas in 1933, he was a devotee of the Ellington band, and he brought a ferocious growl style which was to provide a contrast to the more gentle playing of Joe Bishop.


Confirming the commitment to emphasis on the blues, George Simon recalls that, when the band played at Frank Dailey's famous Meadowbrook Ballroom, it filled its radio shows almost entirely with blues. These weren't so popular when the band played at the Rice Hotel in Texas, either. The manager sent a note up to Woody on the stand which read 'You will kindly stop playing and singing those nigger blues.'


On 12 April 1939 Woody took the band to Decca in New York for the recording session which was going to change all of their lives. Woody had discovered early the painful economics of trying to run a big band. No matter how good things were, resources always seemed stretched. But then came that recording session. There was a new girl vocalist to sing Big Wig In The Wig Wam, Mary Ann McCall, one of the most musical singers ever to grace the band and a lady who was to return to make it on a big scale with the Herd in the late forties.
The band recorded a fast, bouncing blues that Joe Bishop had written. It was called At The Woodchopper's Ball. After the opening riff, Woody played a stylised clarinet solo which has become a part of the number, and everyone who plays the piece uses that solo. Reid had a brooding trombone solo, Mansfield booted the tenor and Steady growled. Walt Yoder and Hy White walked together for a chorus and then the now familiar build up of riffs came, at this time without the soaring clarinet that Woody was later to impose on the final chorus. 'It was great,' says Woody, 'the first thousand times we played it.'


In the middle of the summer the record took off, and that first version sold a million copies. Woody has played Woodchopper's every night since, and the various Herds recorded it many times.


If it hadn't been notable for Woodchopper's, the 12 April session would have still been noted for a fine plethora of blues performances. Dallas Blues had another sombre and beautifully poised trombone solo from Reid and a biting solo from Woody that began with a paraphrasing of Johnny Dodds' solo from King Oliver's Dippermouth Blues. Blues Upstairs and Blues Downstairs are outstanding amongst all the blues charts that Joe Bishop contributed. After Linehan's cascading piano introduction, Hy White plays a filigree single note guitar solo and then Linehan introduces a mournful chorus of flugel before Woody's classic twelve bar verses. Linehan has a fine boogie woogie-based solo to lead into the by now familiar build up of riffs. Turn the 78 over and Blues Downstairs turns out to be a continuation. Woody has his Noone-Bigard hat on for his solo, and is followed by-Neil Reid, sounding more like Floyd O'Brien than ever. The rockpile of riffs begins early and closes on Woody's clarinet break. Most of the jazz fans of the forties will remember this coupling note for note! A month later two more notable tracks with rather more sophisticated arrangements, Casbah Blues and the non-blues Farewell Blues were recorded. As far as Woody was concerned, 'Blues' was the in word.


At last, the band began to make money. The blues permeated 1940 with the key word figuring in the title of the ballad Blue Prelude, composed by Joe Bishop and Gordon Jenkins, and first recorded by Woody with Isham Jones. As you would expect from Jenkins, composer of such superb ballads as Good Bye, this was a beauty, and Woody's vocal one of his most elegant yet. The band was fattened out with a second trombonist and the great Cappy Lewis came in at the end of 1939. Trumpeter Lewis had an incisive and delightful style which was to be a tremendous asset to the band for the next three years. His is something of a Herman dynasty, for his son Mark Lewis has been in the Herman trumpet section since the beginning of the eighties.”


To be continued ….



Thursday, October 4, 2018

"Music is Forever" - Dave Usher and Bert Falbaum

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


"In addition to being the very definition of enlivening swinging, Dizzy Gillespie — whom I knew well — was also an invaluable teacher and humanist. All of Dizzy is here in this book, Music Is Forever, by Dave Usher and Berl Falbaum."
— Nat Hentoff, jazz critic for JAZZed Magazine,
The Wall Street Journal, and author of
At the Jazz Band Ball: Sixty Years on the Jazz Scene


"This book is a major contribution to our knowledge about Dizzy Gillespie, particularly his work in the early 1950s when he had a partnership with Dave Usher in the Dee Gee Record label. Many areas of background are fully fleshed out for the first time, and at the center of the story is the strong bond of friendship between an entrepreneurial Jewish kid and an African-American trumpeter eleven years his senior. Even when Dee Gee failed, due primarily to an error in judgment by Usher — he trusted someone he shouldn't have — the friendship continued, and Usher offers us a very personal view into the life of one of America's best loved entertainers and jazz musicians."
— Alyn Shipton, writer, broadcaster, jazz historian and author of Groovin High, The Life of Dizzy Gillespie


"In the jazz community, it is general knowledge that Dizzy Gillespie and Dave Usher were close. Dave's book discloses the depth of their friendship and the extent of their professional partnership. He tells the story with warmth, humor and detail that further illuminate not only the great trumpeter's genius but also his humanity."
— Doug Ramsey, author of Take Five: The Public and Private Lives of Paul Desmond and Jazz Matters: Reflections on the Music and Some of its Makers


“We — John Birks "Dizzy" Gillespie and I — were the embodiment of the odd couple. Throughout the years, I often wondered how we developed not only a professional relationship, but a very close personal bond, one that lasted just short of 50 years.


I was born in the North in Detroit; Dizzy was born in the South in Cheraw, South Carolina. I was the youngest of five children; he was the youngest of nine. I had limited musical talent; Dizzy taught himself to play the trombone and trumpet at the age of 10. I grew up in a home that listened exclusively to classical music; Dizzy was exposed to blues and jazz almost from birth, given that his father was a bandleader in Cheraw. I was Jewish; he a believer in the Baha'i Faith to which he converted when he was about 50. (Dizzy grew up in a Methodist household.) Oh yes, I was white; he was black, or more accurately, colored or Negro as African-Americans were called at the time.”
- Dave Usher


In his Introduction to Music is Forever, Dizzy Gillespie, the Jazz Legend and Me, Bert Falbaum writes of his co-author: “Dave, I discovered, was a mensch, a Jewish word meaning that the individual has a heart and soul, and he/she is a person of honor and integrity. If anyone ever fit all the nuances of that word, it was Dave.”


Not to engage in one upmanship with Bert, but I already knew that Dave Usher was a mensch because when I was preparing a review of the 3-disc set entitled Dizzy Gillespie in South America which Dave released under the banner of his Red Anchor Productions, I wrote to Dave and asked for his permission to use his interview with composer-arranger Lalo Schifrin [Vol. 2] in a video that I was preparing to accompany the blog posting.


Dave graciously wrote back right away and you can view the results of his approval in one of the video that concludes this piece.


I have also included at conclusion of this review a video on Dizzy that features Dizzy Orchestra’s performing Cool Breeze from that 1956 South American tour.


Music is Forever, Dizzy Gillespie, the Jazz Legend and Me is available in both a paper bound and Kindle edition from Amazon, and as a paperback edition from Barnes & Noble.


Harmonically and rhythmically, Dizzy Gillespie gave us the basis for preserving and moving forward with the phrasing that alto saxophonist Charlie Parker used in developing the melodic aspects of Bebop.


In teaching Bebop to others, Diz used the two-foot rule: any musician within 2-feet of Dizzy who wanted to learn the language of Bop got a lesson.


I was one of those who got a lesson, although in my case, it had to do with the sound of my ride cymbal.


Dizzy’s group was appearing at The Lighthouse Cafe in 1962. Howard Rumsey, the bassist who managed the music at the club was moving away from his set group of Lighthouse All-Stars which had been in place since 1949 to booking name bands into the club.


But in doing so, he kept another tradition that he also instituted in 1949 going: the 2:00 PM to 2:00 AM “All-Day” Sunday Session. He hired groups of young Jazz musicians to perform at the club from 5:30 - 8:30 PM to give the name band musicians a dinner break.


Over the years, Howard had created an enclosed room above the Lighthouse Cafe bandstand that served as a place for musicians to hang out between sets. It also served as his office and housed tape recorders that engineers used for “live” recordings at the club [and whatever else Howard may have wanted to tape].


Needless to say, with Dizzy in residence at the club, there was a constant procession of musicians who wanted to meet the Great Man, including the guys in my band.


During the 3-hour break, Dizzy didn’t leave the club, but had food sent up from one of the local eateries.


After the first set, the melody and harmony guys in my band went up to meet Dizzy and to level a barrage of questions at him, mostly to do with harmonic substitutions.


Not wanting to be left out of the opportunity to meet Diz, I tagged along. After patiently answering what seemed like an endless stream of questions from the horn men, Diz looked at me and said: “And you, ask Chuck Lampkin [Dizzy’s drummer] if you can use his ride cymbal for a set.” When I asked “why” he explained that the overtones from my ride cymbal were “... too jarring and not blending in well.”


The cymbal in question was a 20” K-Zildjan medium-ride cymbal, that had been drilled for stainless steel rivets and was flanged around the outer edges [turned up]. I had to admit that it was fun to play on and produced a much more mellow sound.


I found out later [from drummer Mickey Roker] that Dizzy carried that cymbal with him everywhere and made every drummer in his various groups over the years play that thing behind him when he soloed.


Sometimes referred to as a Turkish Trash Cymbal, or just a Trash Cymbal, it took me awhile to find one back in the day, but once I did, I never went anywhere without my “Dizzy Gillespie cymbal.”

Upon his passing, composer-arranger-pianist Lalo Schifrin, said of Diz:

"People should understand the importance that Dizzy Gillespie had in the history of Jazz but also on music of the 20th century...."

Thanks to Dave and Bert's efforts in compiling and writing Music is Forever, there is now another primary source in print to further an understanding of Dizzy's significance.


Here’s the rest of Bert’s intro to the book which will tell you all you need to know about how it came to be written.


“I first met Dave Usher sometime in 1991, and that meeting resulted from circumstances that occurred about two or three years earlier.


I was vice president of communications for a Detroit-based company and had written a letter to the editor of a business journal, lambasting its irresponsible coverage of my employer. Dave read the letter and when he met the chairman of the company I was working for at a social event, Dave told my boss that he was impressed. He wondered if I would do some work for him. Of course, that was impossible since I had a full-time job.


However, after I resigned from that position and founded my own PR company in 1989,1 included Dave on a list of potential clients that I intended to contact. I wanted to pursue the possibility that he might still be interested in PR work. I asked the chairman if he remembered the name of Dave's company, but he didn't. My research — checking all the phone books in the area searching for a company whose name might begin with "Usher"— proved futile. Regretfully, I ended my search. C'est la vie.


As luck would have it, one day I was reading the business section of a local paper and saw a photo of Dave Usher and a story about his company, Marine Pollution Control (MPC), which he founded.


I wrote Dave a letter, outlining what my former employer had told me, and Dave responded by inviting me to lunch. We ate, we talked — for about two to three hours — and, as they say, the rest is history. I was hired to assist with PR for MFC and the Spill Control Association of America (SCAA) which Dave also founded and was president of for many years.


Our relationship quickly developed into one of total mutual trust and respect, and, in fact, into a close personal friendship. Dave, I discovered, was a mensch, a Jewish word meaning that the individual has a heart and soul, and he/she is a person of honor and integrity. If anyone ever fit all the nuances of that word, it was Dave.


I learned that while demonstrating a tough and rough exterior, frequently coloring his language with profanity, he was actually a softy. He had a big heart and suffered fools too long, both in his professional and personal relationships. He just couldn't seem to cut ties even when warranted and well overdue. And I know he knows, though he may not admit it, he has paid a price for his humanity.


As I carried out my PR responsibilities for MPC, I discovered Dave's history with Dizzy Gillespie and the world of jazz. He told fascinating stories although he told them very matter-of-factly. There was no bragging, but just a recounting of his years in jazz, and his friendship with Dizzy which he valued immensely. It is no exaggeration to indicate he considered Dizzy a brother, as Dave states frequently in this book.


On one occasion, when Dizzy was in Detroit and stayed at Dave's apartment, I met the jazz giant and exchanged a few pleasantries with him. I was tempted to ask him to play a few bars. I was confident Dizzy would have done so, but I didn't ask, believing it would be an imposition.


Listening to Dave's stories, I recognized that he was a part of music history, important history that needed to be documented and saved. Here was a white Jew from the North and a black man from the South who practiced the Baha'i Faith, partnering to develop and promote jazz. And it was not just with Dizzy. Because of his relationship with Dizzy, Dave met, worked with and befriended some of this country's most outstanding jazz musicians: John "Trane" Coltrane, Ahmad Jamal, Baron "Toots" Thielemans, Ramsey Lewis, Kenny Clarke, Charlie "Yardbird" Parker, Annie Ross, The Jones Brothers, Yusef Lateef, and many others. I was in awe and a little jealous.


Moreover, this partnership with Dizzy began in 1944, at a time when race was still an incendiary issue. The South remained segregated; Brown v. Board of Education which would hold that separate educational facilities were inherently unequal, would not be handed down by the U.S. Supreme Court for another 10 years. Even after the Supreme Court ruling, Southern governors continued to defy court orders and the federal government to integrate schools, and lynching in the South was not yet a matter of history.


It is true that black musicians had "relationships" with record companies run by whites and with white agents, but these, as Dave indicates in his story, were, at times, tinged with distrust. Black artists knew that some white executives in the music business were exploiting them. With limited opportunities, if black musicians wanted increased exposure for their music they had no choice but to accept contracts and financial offers that were not always fair.


The Dizzy-Dave relationship piqued my curiosity. How did they meet? How was this Gillespie-Usher partnership born? Did they discuss the racial implications of their friendship? Did they consider that they might not be accepted? Was there resentment from white and/or black musicians? What was it like to work with Dizzy and the other world-class artists? I had so many questions, questions I believed Dave needed to answer not to satisfy my curiosity, but to satisfy history.


So I asked Dave whether he would be interested in working on a book on his Dizzy/jazz experiences. I argued that this history needed to be saved. He had a unique story that deserved and had to be recorded for millions of jazz fans, and future generations. I implied, subtly, that he almost had an obligation to do so. Dave reacted passively. "Yes," he said, "it sounds like a good idea. Maybe you're right. I’ll sleep on it."


After I worked for Dave for about two years, he faced financial pressures at MFC, and told me he could no longer afford PR and ended our professional relationship. It was evident in his voice that it hurt him to do so. He felt bad for me, and he kept apologizing. I told him I understood and respected his decision. We maintained our friendship, and had lunch two, three times a year, as I did with Dave's son, Charlie, who became president of MFC in 2004. Dave and I called each other on Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) wishing each other a gut yontiff (good holiday.)


The years passed, but he never raised the subject of the book, although I would revisit the issue with him periodically. The answer was always the same: "I'll think about it, sleep on it." And that he did for some 20 years.


I had given up until after I published a mobster thriller in December 2011. I was quasi-retired and found myself with time on my hands. I decided to call Dave and ask him again. This time his response was a bit more positive. I sensed a different tone in his voice. He listened more closely. I said I didn't need a decision during the phone conversation, but that I would call back in a few days (Dave, at 82 at the time, couldn't wait another 20 years, and I, at 73, couldn't either) and when I did call, it was apparent he had more interest than he'd had years earlier. Actually, he said, "Yes, let's do it."


I set up an appointment at his apartment by the Detroit River just west of downtown Detroit at which I outlined the entire process — the interviews, how much time I would need, my time commitments in writing a draft, reviewing drafts, legal considerations, searching for a publisher, marketing. At the same session, I spent more than two hours delving into his family history.


That was the first of many interviews, all of which I tape-recorded. I interviewed him over a seven-month period. He never tired of the process; he was never impatient no matter how trivial the point I was pursuing. He seemed to enjoy revisiting his past.


I also interviewed musicians who worked with Dizzy and knew Dave well, and I reviewed an archival catalogue covering Dave's 50-year relationship with Dizzy that was compiled by Carol Branston, one of Dave's long-time friends.


As I indicated, Dave is really a softy, his salty language and tough exterior notwithstanding. On numerous occasions, when he discussed particularly poignant remembrances, his eyes would tear up, and sometimes he would cry. I must admit, I fought hard to control my emotions when I saw his tears which were sometimes happy ones, and at other times sad, depending on the respective recollections.


One of the truly bewildering aspects of the interviews was that Dave never referred to any records. He did not make any notes or review papers or documents in anticipation of my questions. He did it all from memory. He could recall dates, spellings, and minor details most people would forget within a few days of their occurrence. Not Dave. He remembered everything.


He remembered street addresses and even apartment numbers in buildings he visited decades earlier. For instance, when he told me that in 1948 the American Federation of Musicians (AFM) enforced a recording ban on artists to protest the financial deals offered by record companies, deals it found unacceptable, he explained that the ban was the work of its president, James C. Petrillo. He recalled the AFM president's name, including the middle initial, and this had happened more than 60 years earlier. Actually, I had noticed this aptitude while working for him.


Throughout my relationship with Dave, I was continually impressed by how he engendered admiration and trust from all those who crossed his path, whether the relationships were professional or personal. The reason, I believe, was that he was committed to an uncompromising standard of honesty and integrity. Some may have disagreed with him on issues, but everyone respected him.


Dave also related fascinating stories on how his father was among the first to launch a recycling business by collecting and refining used motor oil, and how he, Dave, helped pioneer the oil spill and hazardous material cleanup industry. Indeed, Dave became one of the world's leading experts in the business.


When President George Herbert Walker Bush asked the U.S. Coast Guard, after the Iraqi dictator, Saddam Hussein, dumped millions of gallons of oil in the Persian Gulf during "Desert Storm" in 1991, who had the best expertise to clean up the oil, he was told "Dave Usher" by U.S. Coast Guard Rear Admiral Joel D. Sipes. The President ordered Dave sent to the Gulf to represent the U.S. as an advisor to the Saudi Arabian government. The assignment almost cost Dave his life when he was caught in quicksand. The headquarters for the operation was located in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, a coastal city on the Arabian Peninsula. During his first assignment, Dave was on foot inspecting an oil-damaged marsh when he suddenly began to sink. The quicksand was already above his waist when two coworkers managed to grab him under the armpits and pull him out. They literally yanked him out of his waders. When Dave described the incident, he told me, "My waders are still there." One of the men who saved Dave was MPC general manager, Jeff Heard, Dave's godson and nephew of the jazz drummer J.C. Heard.


After the U.S. ended its involvement in the cleanup, Dave was asked to continue work on the project for the International Maritime Organization (IMO) under the auspices of the United Nations. In all, "commuting" back and forth from the U.S. to Saudi Arabia, he spent one year on the Persian Gulf cleanup operation. Specifically, while an IMO representative, he worked for the Saudi's Meteorological and Environmental Protection Agency (MEPA.)


A sensitive problem which had to be faced and solved in assigning Dave to the Gulf was the fact that he was Jewish. Saudi Arabia did not welcome Jews on its soil, frequently prohibiting entry, particularly if they were Israelis. It was an open question whether Dave would be admitted if the Saudis learned that he was Jewish; it was a risk that needed to be addressed. The Coast Guard raised the issue with President Bush, who ignored the implications that a Jew might be barred by the Saudis. The President simply told the Coast Guard, "Have him at hanger No. 6 at National Airport at 0600." (Dave was told of the President's comments to send him to the Gulf and how the President handled the "Jewish issue" by his Coast Guard contacts.)


However, after the U.S. ended its involvement in the cleanup, his religion became an entirely different matter. When Dave traveled on U.S. government aircrafts, he did not have to worry because he did not need to go through customs or have his passport cleared. When he started flying commercial, however, which he would have to do on many occasions, Dave realized he could face serious problems if the Saudis discovered that he was Jewish. IMO officials addressed the problem while Dave was sitting in a Jaguar, the IMO secretary general's car, in London. The solution they proposed was: When filling out the papers required by the Saudis, Dave was instructed to write "n/a" (not applicable) in the space asking him to declare his religion. He followed the advice and told me, "I never had any trouble." Incidentally, while in Saudi Arabia, Dave periodically telephoned Dizzy in the U.S., and each time Dizzy would ask him, "So did you find a good delicatessen yet? Because if I come over, I want to be able to eat some good kosher food."


After we finished the interviews, I began writing, and as chapters were completed, Dave reviewed the drafts, corrected errors, and suggested editorial changes he deemed appropriate.


I could not have had a more rewarding writing experience. I learned about Dizzy Gillespie, about some of the hallowed figures in jazz, and the contributions my friend — and I consider it a privilege to be able to call him my friend — made to this soul-searing music and how, in his other career, he helped protect the environment by developing sophisticated processes and techniques to clean up oil spills and hazardous materials.


In addition, our friendship seemed to grow during the process, and many interviews concluded with the exchange of warm hugs and testimonials on how much we valued the friendship of the other.


It took Dave 20 years to say "yes," and I am delighted he did. I believe we saved some important jazz history (along with a little Detroit history), and I had the opportunity to spend many delightful hours with this engaging man as he told me about his historic relationship and regaled me with countless warm and very moving stories.




Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Rifftide: The Life and Opinions of Papa Jo Jones - The JazzProfiles Review

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


Context is everything so, for the record, Paul Devlin, editor, Rifftide: The Life and Opinions of Papa Jo Jones (As Told To Albert Murray) [Minneapolis: The University of Minnesota Press, 2011] is best understood if you read Paul Devlin’s Introduction and then Phil Schaap’s Afterword before delving into Papa Jo Jones’ recollections.


Doing so will help you understand why Rifftide: The Life and Opinions of Papa Jo Jones (As Told To Albert Murray) is not an autobiography in the traditional sense of the word.


For example, this opening paragraph from editor’s Devlin's Introduction basically explains why we have the book:


“JO JONES: HIS LIFE AND MUSIC


Jonathan David Samuel Jones—save your breath, "JO"—has more often than not been called the greatest drummer in the history of jazz. Most great jazz drummers have given testimonials to Jones's virtuosity and innovation. This book is his story, derived from interviews with Albert Murray and transcribed, edited, and arranged by me. Jones stood out as larger than life in a world of large personalities. He was a raconteur and tall-tale spinner. His unusual style of narration, combined with his involvement in important moments in musical and cultural history, and along with his observations about other intriguing figures, have resulted in this autobiography. It is not the autobiography but it is an autobiography of Jo Jones.”


And if you then jump to this opening paragraph on page 111 of Phil Schaap’s Afterword, it explains why we almost didn’t have this book:


“Jo Jones wanted his story told in his own words and handled his way. Papa Jo was arrogant enough to think and assert that his memoirs could always be assembled — even after his death and in the absence of any manuscript. "It's in The Archives!" Jo would often exclaim, a parallel to Casey Stengel's frequent summary that "you could look it up." This book has proven Papa Jo right.


That it was in the archives, or his belief that it was, comforted Jo Jones during his later years.”


The key phrase here is that “... Papa Jo jones was arrogant to think that his memoirs could always be assembled ….”


Good luck with that!


When it comes to Jazz, there are very few “archives,” at least not in the formal sense of that word and fewer still that deal with the early years of the music.


Lots of recollections, but very few archives that are “a collection of historical documents or records providing information about a place, institution, or group of people.”


If it had not been for the fortuitous persistence of Albert Murray, who recorded these interviews with Papa Jo from 1977-1985, and Murray having the presence of mind to give them to the book’s editor Paul Devlin, one of Murray’s trusted and capable “guys,” much about Papa Jo’s career from a primary source perspective might have been lost forever.


Papa Jo’s rise to prominence as a big band drummer occurred from around 1938 to 1948 which coincides with the height and fall of that era.


Along with Gene Krupa and Buddy Rich [and possibly Davy Tough], Papa Jo was widely regarded as one of the best ever at booting a big band along.  


However, by the time of these interview - 1977-1985 - the “best” years of Papa Jo’s career were far behind him. Without intending to be derisive in implying that Papa Jo was a legend in his own mind, the tone and tenor of his interviews with Albert Murray reflect that attitude.


In developing this book from a series of what more properly might be labeled conversations and monologues rather than interviews, Paul Devlin was charged with complying with Murray’s admonition to cleanup the tapes so that they could be read “but not so much that we lose the rawness of Jo’s style.”


But Paul Devlin also had to be mindful of more of Murray’s authoritative counsel and that was “If it is done properly, the ‘as told to’ autobiography represents how the subject wants his story told. To achieve this end, he enlists a competent and empathetic craftsman to make him sound like he thinks his voice should.”


Here, Papa Jo is in luck as Paul Devlin does an excellent job of taking what in many cases are little more than Papa Jo’s ramblings and making them sound coherent and cogent.


It has been said that if you don’t see a contradiction, then it doesn’t exist. Papa Jo was a definite adherent of this precept because the book contains examples of many of his contradictory statements and behaviors.


Papa Jo was a man of many moods and manifestations of impulsive and compulsive behaviors and what this book uncovers and reveals as his greatest contradiction was the man himself.


For many of Papa Jo’s nearest and dearest friends, his consistenatly contradictory, volatile and irrational behavior drove them to distraction.


These ambivalent feeling toward Papa Jo are on display in these excerpts from the concluding portion of Phil Schaap’s Afterword which he labels “The Difficult Sides to Jo:”


“Tenor saxophonist George Holmes “Buddy” Tate [1912-2001], Jo’s colleague in the Count Basie Orchestra, had been amenable to my piggybacking to his gigs since the early 1960s. Often Jo was on these gigs and the three of us — or more — would ride together in Tate's car. Tate was a very congenial, mellow person, but Jo's insistence on being the only teller of their shared stories, the way Jo gave directions, Jo's rules for the gig, and even the general patter of his chatter in the shotgun seat — I admit it was overbearing—came to bother Tate more and more.


One night, at a party for the musicians at my family home, Tate signaled me that he wished to talk privately. I took him to my room. "Do you have your driver's license yet?" asked Buddy. I replied no, but I would be getting it soon. Without waiting for Tate to mention Jo and driving, I added that I would be driving Jo from then on. "Good!" Buddy said, "because I can't stand him anymore."


Later, when Adolphus Anthony "Doc" Cheatham (1905-1997) returned to jazz gigging and soon thereafter took the trumpet chair from Buck Clayton in the Countsmen, Doc would hitch a ride with me and Jo to the gig. Doc Cheatham, who was as mellow as Buddy Tate and, at that time, was in addition quiet and introverted, told me that Jo Jones was the reason he bought a Volkswagen bug, Doc no longer needed my ride, which included Jo's company, and he had no fear that the drummer would ask him for a ride in the small Volkswagen.


I have used the good natures and warm hearts of the highly talented Buddy Tate and Doc Cheatham to bring up the troubling concerns that Jo could be disliked, was definitely feared, and was avoided, sometimes at great cost, by people who actually loved him.


How could this be? Jo Jones was a great man, a musical genius, who did good works for the many he knew and many more for people he never met. As an accompanist, Jo Jones selflessly brought out the best in his fellow musicians. The audience would presume that the soloist and not the drummer was why the music was swinging so wonderfully. The audience would not notice the drummer listening keenly to the soloist that he was driving, nor the percussive responses to the featured player that elevated the soloist's inventions. Jo Jones was thrilled just to have helped the music and didn't mind who got the acclaim. Jo also ran an informal social services program that any musician he came across could partake of. Those activities went beyond musicians and even jazz. Jo Jones was politically and socially involved in the making of many improvements to our society from the Great Depression forward, and he did this all on his own dime. How could he be shunned and even disliked?


I believe Jo Jones's massive righteousness is the root cause to his rubbing so many the wrong way. He was a great believer in the U.S. Constitution, but in his own dispensing of its doctrines, he was quick to take charge of all three of its branches.

Unilaterally, Jones would make the laws, enforce them, and mete out the punishment. One set of codes was for the bandstand — Jo Jones would police the gig to his rules even though he was rarely the leader. Papa Jo was almost always right, but his system was wrong.


There is so much more to this.”


There is indeed and you can learn more about Jo’s self-centered thoughts and actions in each of the following chapters that make up the core content of Rifftide: The Life and Opinions of Papa Jo Jones (As Told To Albert Murray):


I Have Had a Varied Life   27
Can't Nobody Tell Me One Inch about Show Business   31
The Count Basie Institution   47
They Said the Negro Would Never Be Free   65
My Thirst after Knowledge Will Never Cease   71
People I’ve Rubbed Elbows With    81
I Often Wondered Why I Was Such a Strange Fella   99


The discerning reader can readily identify the egocentric quality in each of these headings. To a certain extent, it is one element that gives the book its charm but they are also an indication of how Papa Jo could be overbearing to the point of being shunned by people who loved him.


If you are looking for a technical explanation of what made Papa Jo Jones such a special drummer, then you can’t do better than the chapter on him in Burt Korall’s definitive Drummin’ Men - The Heartbeat of Jazz: The Swing Years.


But if you are trying to gain an understanding of the human being behind those drums, then Rifftide: The Life and Opinions of Papa Jo Jones (As Told To Albert Murray) is the book for you.


With this book, Paul Devlin [and Albert Murray and Phil Schaap] has done a masterful job of ensuring the veracity and validity of Papa Jo’s prophetic statement - “It’s in the archives.”


Order information for both the cloth bound and paperback edition can be found at The University of Minnesota Press.