John McLaughlin Plays Bill Evans

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“In terms of style, what musical influences are you aware of? The role of bebop in your melodic lines is evident, but there's a lot more. Where does it come from?”

“It's more a personality characteristic of putting things together in my own way, which is analytic. Rather than just accept the nuances or syntax of a style completely, I'll abstract principles from it and then put it together myself. It may come out resembling the [original] style, but it will be structured differ­ently, and that may be what gives it its identity. I've often thought that one reason I developed an identity, which I wasn't aware of until recently - people were telling me I had an identity, but I wasn't aware of one! I was just trying to play - is that I didn't have the kind of facile talent that a lot of people have, the ability just to listen and transfer something to my instrument. I had to go through a terribly hard analytical and building process. In the end I came out ahead in a sense because I knew what I was doing in a more thorough way.”

“Do you mean because of analyzing the elements in your own music?”

“In other people's music, too. If I liked something and wanted to be influenced by it, I couldn't just take it whole hog like some people can, like getting it more or less by osmosis. I had to consciously abstract principles and put them into my own structure.”

- Len Lyons, The Great Jazz Pianists [p. 221]

In some form or fashion, I think I’ve read this answer/explanation in just about every “How did it all begin?” interview that Bill Evans ever gave and, given his immense popularity, especially during the last decade of his life [he died in 1980], he gave a lot of interviews.

He would sometimes add as a corollary, that musicians who developed early due to some simplistic, innate ability to play Jazz, usually burned out early too because they lacked a depth of awareness about what they were doing.

Bill has also made the statement that his stature as a Jazz pianist was due to “2% talent and 98% hard work.”

Both his “… putting things together in my own way…” and “…98% hard work” references were always heartening and encouraging to me because things didn’t come easy for me in the music.

I also had to break things down and reconstruct them step-by-step in order to find my way through, although, in my case, the results weren’t nearly as effective as Bill’s.

Bill’s music touched so many Jazz musicians, whatever the instrument. Larry Bunker, gave up a lucrative studio career for about one year to go on the road as Bill's drummer.

When I once asked him why he took on this opportunity at such financial sacrifice, he laughed and asked me: “Wouldn’t you have?”

Because piano and guitar parallel each other in so many ways [each is a chording instrument], I always thought that the lyrical nature of Bill’s approach to music would be a natural for the guitar.

But because of his prior musical preferences – mostly to do with Jazz-Rock Fusion and therefore little to do with lyrical – I never expected that the guitarist that would come forth with a treatment of Bill’s music would be John McLaughlin.

Not only did John step-up with a superb compilation of tunes associated with Bill, he did so by putting them into the context of a acoustic guitar quartet and added an acoustic bass guitar!

John explains how it all came about in the following insert notes to Time Remembered: John McLaughlin Plays Bill Evans [Verve 314 519 861-2; paragraphing modified].

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“I can recall quite vividly the very first time I heard Bill Evans play. I was about seventeen years old and had already been subjugated by Miles Davis with his record "Milestones." His following record was the now "classic" record, "Kind of Blue."

Naturally I bought this record for Miles, but, was astonished to hear the pianist Bill Evans, who seemed to me to have a kind of empathic communication with Miles and his way of playing.

Among the many qualities Miles had, poignancy was one of his most eloquent; Bill understood this exceptionally well, and had the capability of encouraging this while accompanying Miles. Bill played many different kinds of harmonies that, though I couldn't understand them at all, were so "right." I spent many hours listening to that recording and, I can add, listen regularly to now.

A couple of years later I heard his first trio record with Scott LaFaro and Paul Motian. This was a turning point in my life. The next six months were spent listening almost exclusively to this record, and trying to analyze it while marveling at the interaction between the three players. It was on this record that I heard Bill's compositions for the first time and, although incapable of playing them, did my best to try to understand his harmonic and rhythmic conceptions which were so new to me. It was only much later, on having discovered the music of Ravel, Debussy, and Satie, that I began to understand the origins of Bill's harmonic viewpoint.

Time passed and I remained as I remain to this day one of his most ardent fans. By the time I took up residence in the USA in the late sixties, I had already had the opportunity to see Bill play in person several times at the Ronnie Scott's club in London, which was for me just marvelous.

In the USA, I lived not too far from the Village Vanguard, a club in Greenwich Village that has hosted the greatest jazz musicians of our epoch. I would go regularly to see Bill play there and I recall one particular night when Bill's trio came on stage to play the second set, Bill began an introduction to Nardis and he went into what I can only call a state of grace. He played some of the most beautiful music I have ever had the privilege to witness. I was there with saxophonist Dave Liebman, and we were both in a state of total astonishment.

The idea of recording Bill's music exclusively with guitars dates back at least eleven or twelve years. The reason behind the exclusivity of guitars is probably due to the fact that to me, Bill was a thorough romantic. The acoustic guitar is, without doubt, one of the most romantic instruments, and I felt that I could do justice to his music in this way.

At the beginning of 1992, I decided that the time had come and began work on the selection of Bill's compositions and the conception of how to realize this already long dream of recording his music in this way. I decided to employ six guitars, five acoustic and one acoustic bass guitar. This proved to be an arduous task of even greater proportions that I had imagined.

To help me in this work I asked for the help of my own student, Yan Maresz, himself a composition graduate of the Julliard school in New York, who also plays bass guitar on this recording. Bill himself was a composition major at the Manhattan School of Music, and in the analysis of his works we discovered that it was essential to keep the integrity of his very subtle counterpoint, both rhythmically and melodically.

In a sense this work was almost "classical," and to solve this problem, I had the good fortune to meet a classical guitar quartet - The Aighetta Quartet - in my part of the world. Prior to my meeting them, they were not familiar with Bill's music, but subsequently became enamored with the compositions and devoted hundreds of hours to mastering the parts and particularly the task o/ adapting their style o/ music.

There remained, however, the thorny problem of improvisation. For all his classical training, Bill was a jazz musician and a supreme improviser, and in the majority of his recorded works, improvisation has equal importance with his compositions.

Naturally I needed to include this element in my work and whereas in a normal jazz situation, the group plays the head and then improvise around the changes, this could not apply to this project.

To solve this problem, I took the artistic liberty of writing new music for the five other musicians upon which I would improvise. This also proved to be quite demanding. If you listen carefully to Bill's records, after the composition and the improvisation begins, there is always a forward movement, a kind of further development in the piece.

This is what I have done in this recording. What was quite tricky was to have Bill's music lead into mine in the most natural way possible while at the same time giving this forward movement and allowing me to improvise, while keeping the essential characteristics of his piece.  And of course, the reverse was necessary, to leave my music and improvisation and flow naturally back into Bill's tune for the ending.

Altogether this record was a real labor of love and one that I am very happy to have made. Firstly for Bill and his music which has enriched my life, secondly for the guitar, and the combination of these two elements.

I give my heartfelt thanks to Frangois Szonyi, Pascal Rabatti, Alexandre Del Fa and Philippe Loli of the Aighetta Quartet, to Yan Maresz for his great work in the preparation of the scores, to Abraham Wechter for my wonderful instrument, Jim D'Addario for his strings, and most profoundly of all, to Bill Evans.

John Mclaughlin June 10, 1993”

The following video montage features John, Yan and The Aighetta Quartet on their version of Bill’s We Will Meet Again.

A Tribute to Blue Note Records 10" Connoisseur Series

Because of rather severe copyright restrictions, the music on the accompanying video tribute to the Blue Note 10" Connoisseur Series is not from the original ELP's.

All I can say to that is Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum!

The players are trumpeter Freddie Hubbard, tenor saxophonist Wayne Shorter, pianist Herbie Hancock, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Elvin Jones.

Wayne wrote the tune and it is from his Speak No Evil Blue Note LP/CD.

Shamie Royston – “Portraits”

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It’s always fun to “meet” one of the current crop of artists putting their own stamp on Jazz. 

Jazz doesn’t just “happen.” It has to be brought into existence and it takes considerable skills as a musician to do so.

The I-IV-V chord progression, with or without a turnaround, may have generated countless Rock ‘n Roll hits, but it doesn’t get you very far with playing Jazz.

Given the challenges that it imposes for entry, imagine our delight then when we encounter someone with genuine musical skills and talent who turns their attention to the World of Jazz.

Pianist-composer Shamie Royston was one such recent encounter and the editorial staff at JazzProfiles thought it might be fun to feature sound clips from her recent, self-produced Portraits CD and some background information from Chris DiGirolomo’s Two for the Show media release so that more blog readers might become familiar with Shamie and her music.

Shamie has her own website on which you can locate more information about her, order information for the Portraits CD and a listing of itinerary appearances including her upcoming appearance on June 28, 2013 at the Montreal Jazz Festival.

www.shamieroyston.com/

Pianist/Composer Shamie Royston releases recording "Portraits"

(Featuring Rudy Royston on drums/ Ivan Taylor on bass/ with special guest Camille Thurman, vocals)

“The Shamie Royston Trio debut recording, explores original compositions that are captured in a contemporary jazz style with many memorable melodies. The trio features Ivan Taylor on bass and Rudy Royston on drums. This recording was to be released in 2012, but due to touring etc. was held till now. Shamie Royston is the real deal! Listen to "Portraits" to preview one of the most exciting jazz pianists on the scene today.”

About Shamie:

Born in Denver, Colorado, Shamie Royston, pianist, composer and educator is a unique musician in her own way. She received her Master's Degree in Music Composition where she won top honors. Most of her acclaim has been noted in her musical compositions as well as her exquisite ability to teach young musicians ranging from elementary school to the college level.

Ms. Royston has been known to be one of the top educators in her field at previous educational institutions, and has been honored with awards for her teaching skills. She has given clinics and adjudicated high school and college jazz festivals and has been a clinician for top ensembles.  But now Shamie Royston is an up and coming pianist in the New York City jazz scene.

Shamie has an exquisite way of playing the piano, and many jazz listeners appreciate her compositions.  She has written compositions for trumpeter, Sean Jones, the all women's group, Sage, and saxophonist, Tia Fuller. Shamie was commissioned by the Penfield School District in New York to arrange an orchestra and big band piece of her original compositions.

Since moving to New Jersey, she has been a steady member of the Tia Fuller Quartet, and has played with many other great artists such as Christian McBride, Lonnie Plaxico, Ron Miles, Ralph Peterson, John Pattuci, Terri Lyne Carrington, Sean Jones and many others. She has also recorded with the Tia Fuller Quartet, and many others.   She has toured Europe and the United States with her fiery, yet soulful piano playing and has played at many of the top jazz venues and festivals in the

world.

Shamie's debut CD entitled "Portraits" was released in March 2013, where her compositions and performance are to the highest degree. ‘She continues to be a leading force and a new voice in the jazz world.’”

Here’s Shamie playing solo piano on Horace Silver’s Summer in Central Park:

And with her trio on Ascension featuring Ivan Taylor on bass and Rudy Royston on drums.

Benny Goodman - From The Archives

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As a teenager growing up in New England, listening to a stack of Benny Goodman Orchestra 78 rpm’s one wintry eve opened my ears for the first time to the World of Jazz. Benny’s sound on clarinet and the raw energy of the band so impressed me that I was hooked on The Sound of Jazz forever after.

Today, it’s difficult to imagine back almost 90 years ago to comprehend the impact that Benny’s band had on popular music in general and the big band era in particular. Suffice to say, that both would have been significantly poorer without his presence and his influence.

As was the case with a number of Jazz giants over the years, Benny had a personality that made him difficult to deal with and somewhat unpleasant at times. Notwithstanding the possible merit in any of the musician stories that have become associated with him, both pro and con, what is indisputable is the amount of marvelous Jazz that was produced under his leadership and the fact that he could play great, swing-style clarinet.

Richard Sudhalter [1938-2008], too, was a marvel who wrote about Jazz with an aplomb that could be as daunting as it wass inspiring, especially if you are trying to do it, too.

Given his musical talent, knowledge and intellect, it should come as no surprise that Richard was also a first-rate interviewer as the following chat with Benny Goodman will underscore.

It’s not every day that one gets to eavesdrop on a conversation involving two of their heroes.

- Richard M. Sudhalter

From Lost Chords: White Musicians and Their Contributions to Jazz, 1915-1945. [New York: Oxford University Press, 1999, pp. 553- 568]. 

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“With the obvious exception of Artie Shaw, few major jazzmen of the early years were verbally articulate, and fewer still took time and trouble to record their views and experiences with posterity in mind. As several have put It. "We just didn't think that way; we were too busy playing and making a living so bother what anybody would think." This is regrettable: seen in retrospect, their personal views were often of surpassing importance.

Most are gone now, and the extent of what has been lost through their silence is made all the more evident in the wide-ranging observations of one of era's most significant players, Benny Goodman. Coming of age in the '20s early '30s, Goodman brought to bear a flawless mastery of the clarinet with an implicit understanding of the emergent hot jazz idiom. The result was a synthesis, drawing on such diverse precedents as clarinetists Jimmie Noone and Leon Roppolo, brass innovators Armstrong and (especially) Beiderbecke, and the aggressive energies of his Chicago coevals in forging a style which soon became an almost universal standard for his instrument. Goodman's career spanned six decades: at the time of his death, on June 20, 1986, he was still leading a band, still deeply affecting a brand-new generation of musicians barely to their twenties.

Late in 1980, American Heritage magazine commissioned a feature article based on informal conversations with Benny Goodman. At that time there was little in print that even attempted to penetrate the "King of Swing" facade that still formed the substance of his public image. Geoffrey Ward, editor of American Heritage, realized that and assigned the piece in hopes of getting at the man behind the clarinet.

Benny brought a surprising honesty to criticism of himself. He was keenly aware of the regard, for good and ill, in which he was held by colleagues, peers, and musicians who had worked in his many bands. He spoke of them without rancor, simply accepting that his relations with them were a result of who they were and, more important, who he was.

Goodman is often spoken of as a complex man. At the fundamental level he may be just the opposite, a man of simple, linear thoughts and emotions who early in life defined the direction in which he wished to travel and strayed little, if at all, from that course. There was in him little of the intricacy, the close-woven emotional and intellectual stitchwork, that characterized Shaw.

Goodman regarded himself above all as a player of the clarinet, and jazz as one of several options a virtuoso clarinetist could exercise. He differed in this regard from both Shaw, whose obsession was a broad musical Weltanschauung, and Pee Wee Russell, a single-minded jazz improviser for whom the instrument was chiefly a conduit, a means to an end.
He had his quirks. One of them was the clear and rigid line he drew between the way he dealt with people - in and outside music - whom he admired and viewed as peers, and his treatment of his employees, his sidemen. Since his death in 1986, the latter have come forward in ever greater numbers to tell bandroom tales about his parsimony, his sometimes cruel obliviousness to the feelings of others, his gaucherie. The truth of such accounts is not at issue here; rather, it is well to acknowledge that they represent only one part of the story, one way of viewing the man.

What follows is basically the text of the American Heritage article, with material deleted at the time of publication - due largely to the constraints of space - replaced.

Benny Goodman strolled down New York's Second Avenue one recent morning, covering the nine blocks between his apartment and a health club, where he swims each day, in about ten minutes. During that time no fewer than four strangers recognized him and vigorously shook his hand. They varied in age from near-contemporaries to youngsters clearly born long after Goodman's glory days. But all had much the same thing to say. "I just want to thank you," said one, who appeared to be in his late forties. "I can't imagine my life without you and your music." Indeed, it's difficult to imagine twentieth-century America - at least that part of it which had to do with entertainment - without Benny Goodman. No other jazz figure -not even Duke Ellington or Louis Armstrong- has come to mean so much to so wide a cross-section of the population as has this quiet-spoken, bespectacled jazz clarinetist.

Benjamin David Goodman was born in Chicago, May 30, 1909, ninth of twelve children of Russian-Jewish immigrant parents. His father worked hard. but it was clear from the outset that the Goodman siblings would have to learn quickly and well how to be self-sufficient in a tough, keenly competitive - and not always just - world. Young Benjamin received his first clarinet at age ten, and within four years he was playing it professionally around Chicago.

He couldn't have come along at a better place and time. Chicago in the early 1920s was full of a new music called jazz; its delirious charm spoke most forcefully to the young. Still in short pants, Goodman soon fell in with other youthful musicians who spent most of their time frequenting speakeasies and dance halls, listening to such jazz pioneers as the New Orleans Rhythm Kings and cornetist Joe ("King") Oliver, whose Creole jazz Band included clarinetist Johnny Dodds and, on second cornet, a legend-to-be, Louis Armstrong.
Things moved fast thereafter. His reputation spread quickly, especially after he started making phonograph records; by the time he arrived in New York as a member of Ben Pollack's orchestra, the word was out - a new and revolutionary clarinet talent was on the scene. He played a hot style comparable to others of his time - Pee Wee Russell, Don Murray, and fellow-Chicagoan Frank Teschemacher among them - but there was a difference. Young Goodman was clearly a clarinet virtuoso, fusing his jazz influences in a concept that rode on - but never lost itself in - blinding, seemingly flawless technique. Passages that might have seemed feats of execution for other reedmen lay easily under his fingers. He had tone, control, pinpoint accuracy - yet the capacity to remain logical and melodically appealing even at roller-coaster tempos.

He worked through a number of bands, playing as a peer with most of the top white jazz names of the day and a few of the black ones - though jazz, like the rest of the entertainment business of the late '20s and early '30s, was still rigidly segregated, at least in public. Goodman performed and recorded with Bix Beiderbecke, Jack Teagarden, Coleman Hawkins, Fats Waller, Bud Freeman, Red Nichols, Ethel Waters -and even on the final recording of the legendary "Empress of the Blues," Bessie Smith.

When the Depression hit, Goodman was firmly established in radio and recording studio orchestras, able - though not always willing - to play expertly any music put in front of him. There he stayed, until a combination of ambition and circumstance began to place him in front of bands rather than in them. His ultimate success as a bandleader has been attributed to any number of causes: astute management, the advocacy of such influential figures as his brother-in-law and sometime manager, John Hammond, excellent sidemen, fine arrangements by Fletcher Henderson and others - even, as Goodman himself contends, a large measure of determination and plain old good luck.
He reached the zenith of his popularity between 1936 and 1940, though he led several notable and highly regarded bands after that. His January 16, 1938, concert at Carnegie Hall was a music landmark - the first time an evening in that concertgoers' shrine had been devoted entirely to jazz. His bands were collections of stars and stars-in-the-making, including drummers Gene Krupa, Dave Tough, and Sid Catlett; trumpeters Bunny Berigan, Harry James, Ziggy Elman, Cootie Williams, and Billy Butterfield; and pianists Jess Stacy and Mel Powell. He was among the first to successfully bridge the color line by hiring pianist Teddy Wilson and vibraphonist Lionel Hampton and by refusing to appear any where even in the deepest South-without them.

His records still sell. Such Goodman anthems as "Let's Dance," "Stomping at the Savoy," "King Porter Stomp," "Roll 'Em," and, of course, "Sing Sing Sing" remain popular today, still found on jukeboxes, label-to-label with the latest rock-and-roll trifles.

Though Goodman's greatest triumphs are nearly half a century behind him, his name remains magic at the box office. A Carnegie Hall concert commemorating the fortieth anniversary of the 1938 triumph sold out within twenty-four hours. His influence on jazz clarinetists is unquestioned and universal: like Louis Armstrong on the trumpet, Goodman determined the very shape of a jazz approach to his instrument.

Perhaps the best question with which to start is the most obvious - and the hardest to answer. That is, why did it happen to you? Did you deliberately set out to become the most prominent popular musician and bandleader of your time?Oh no, no. Not at all. Goodness no. I started out as a clarinetist playing around Chicago, making a living, listening to other people like many musicians did. I heard Dodds and Noone and the others, all with a great deal of love and passion for what went on, a lot of respect for them. I enjoyed playing - and I found myself really making money at age fourteen or so, around the time I was playing with those fellows who later were known as the Austin High Gang. You know. Jimmy McPartland and Bud Freeman and the rest. I was never at Austin High myself. I played in theatres, at the Midway Gardens, places like that.

Several of those musicians have said you always seemed to be on a track slightly different from theirs.
Well, that's a good point. Some of the guys I played with in those days didn't go around learning more about their instruments from an intellectual point of view. All they wanted was to play hot jazz, and the instrument was just a means. I'd imagine that a lot of them criticized me - said my technique was too good. Something like that. But I've always wanted to know what made music. How you do it, and why it sounds good. I always practiced, worked like hell. And I think it was kind of a defense with me, too, a way of getting away - especially later from agents and business people and the rest. They couldn't talk to you if you were practicing.

So you were interested in the instrument for its own sake, not just in being someone who played hot jazz on it - Pee Wee Russell, for example.
Well, I was never a Pee Wee Russell kind of player. He was sort of a joke to me-although I appreciated what he did. Still, that that wasn't my point of view about music. Don't forget, the clarinet itself has a great history in classical music. You know, every one of the great composers - Brahms, Weber, Mozart- was associated with the clarinet and its players.

My teacher was Franz Schoepp, one of the best known in Chicago. I must have been about eleven. He had both colored and white students. I know Buster Bailey, for one, studied with him. He had a habit of keeping the preceding pupil there when you came in and having you play duets. I think that's how I got to know Buster. Schoepp was German, and he used all German editions of his books. One day I said to him, "Mr. Schoepp, why do you have everything in German? Why don't you have anything in English? We're here now." And he said, "Dummkopf! Pretty soon everything will be in German."

How did you become interested in music in the first place?
We always had a Victrola in our home. It was hand-wound, and we had all sorts of records to go with it. Caruso and people like that - but also Ted Lewis, who was a big thing in those days, and even the Original Dixieland jazz Band. My father was the one who was very much interested: he thought it was a very good idea for us to play music, whether we made a living out of it or not. He loved music himself, he discovered that the Kehelah Jacob Synagogue, not much more than a mile from where we lived, would lend instruments to youngsters and supply them with lessons, so they could play in the band at the synagogue. So we all went down, and my brother Harry, who was about twelve and the biggest of us, got a tuba. Freddy, who was a year older than I was, got a trumpet, and I wound up with the clarinet.

Where did you make your public debut?At the Central Park Theater, a Balaban and Katz presentation house on Chicago's West Side. They tell me I imitated Ted Lewis. All I remember is that because of the child labor laws, I couldn't perform onstage. So I played from the pit. I was still playing a C clarinet then [most conventional clarinets are pitched a whole tone lower, in B-flat] so the band had to transpose everything to my key.

You began working around Chicago, and on the Lake Michigan excursion boats, where you met the cornetist and pianist Bix Beiderbecke. He was a good six years older than you, an experienced pro of twenty. What do you remember about him?
I think my first impression was the lasting one. I remember very clearly thinking, "Where, what planet, did this guy come from? Is he from outer space?" I'd never heard anything like the way he played - not in Chicago, no place. The tone - he had this wonderful, ringing cornet tone. He could have played in a symphony orchestra with that tone. But also the intervals he played, the figures - whatever the hell he did. There was a refinement about his playing. You know, in those days I played a little trumpet, and I could play all the solos from his records, by heart.

How did you come to join the drummer Ben Pollack's dance orchestra?That came about in a funny way. I had a job at the Midway Gardens, which was across from Washington Park on the Near South Side. Gil Rodin, who was playing saxophone with Pollack and who later had quite a hand in the success of Bob Crosby's band, came in to see me. He began talking about glamorous California; Pollack was working at Venice, outside Los Angeles, and it sounded so great. The more he talked about it, the better it sounded to me. Go west - the idea of going
out there on a train, seeing places like Santa Monica, all beautiful hotels and glamorous people and places. it sounded too good to be true.

All I could think was, "Gosh, I've got to get out there some way." Later in the summer – it was '26, I guess- as soon as I got word that Pollack had an opening, I quit my job. My parents, of course, weren't nuts about having me go so far away, but I told them, "Look, I lost my job at the Midway Gardens. This other one [meaning Pollack's] is the only one I've got." There was no way they could object. I'd be making decent money - and, of course, I always sent money home. So off I went.

And when you got there, all of seventeen years old?
Oh boy. It was the sleaziest place. Rides, roller coasters, and all that. I just looked around and I thought, "What the hell did I come here for?" But there I was and the band was very good, after all.

What kind of a bandleader did Pollack turn out to be?
It's hard to say, but to me he always seemed to be doing something wrong. Instead of just letting things come his way in their natural order, he'd always be reaching for something that was inaccessible. He had the wrong managers. They were always telling him how great he was, encouraging him to make decisions which were just wrong. Mistakes. Like singing. Or ending his records in that silly, whiny little voice, saying, "May it please you - Ben Pollack."

He just wasn't the kind of guy to stop and reflect and ask himself, "What am I? Who am I? Where am I going and why?" No objectivity, no insight. And no sense of humor about himself. Wasn't able to think, "I'm doing well. I ought to treat these kids well - meaning us - "accept ideas from them and encourage their confidence. "

I'll give you an example of Pollack's capacity for going in the wrong direction -but one which actually wound up having a funny side to it. When the band came to Chicago from California, we were playing well, but in comparison with a lot of other bands of the day we didn't have a lot of instruments. Sure - saxophones and clarinets in our section, for instance, but nothing more. Now a band like Roger Wolfe Kahn's - they had a million instruments: all sorts of woodwinds, like oboes and flutes and things. And it looked sharp! Well, Pollack took one look at them and decided that we had to have all that stuff too. They cost a fortune at that time: a Lore’ oboe, for example, which probably costs about twenty-five hundred dollars now, was three hundred dollars then.

Well, being a kind of serious musician, I thought I'd better learn something about all this, so I went to a teacher named Ruckl, who used to play with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Nice guy-I went to him religiously for oboe lessons. After a couple of lessons, he sent me to buy the Lore’ method book. So I went and looked-and looked and looked. And I couldn't find any book for oboe by that name. So I went back and apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Mr, Ruckl, but all I could find was something for the 'hot-boy.' " Boy oh boy, did he laugh! Hautbois, of course, is French for "oboe." But I wound up playing it pretty well-even took a chorus on it on "Japanese Sandman."

You played New York for the first time with Pollack's band. What was that like?
When I first arrived, it seemed to me the most terrifying city in the world ... all those big buildings. I remember walking on Broadway, looking up at this huge, mountainous place - and being so lonely. But things started to clear up when I met a few people on the street whom I'd met before - all of a sudden there got to be a certain familiarity about the place, and the terror kind of evaporated. There was a lot of playing going on, and the New Yorkers, of course, were a completely different crowd from what I'd known. Red Nichols, Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, Miff Mole, Adrian Rollini - they came down to hear us, and there was this intermingling. It was quite exciting, with a lot of mutual respect. And within the band, we were all very close.
Glenn Miller was in that band, writing arrangements. Another trombonist, Jack Teagarden from Texas, joined the band after you did.

Jack wasn't an easy guy to know. He drank quite a bit. I being a nice Jewish boy, didn't drink that much. Jack - well, he was a singular kind of guy. Had a vocabulary of about eight words and wasn't really interested in any more. But he was an absolutely fantastic trombone player, and I loved to listen to him take solos -although that almost got me into trouble with him at one point. The reed section used to sit in front, and the brass behind us, and when Jack would play. I'd hear these marvelous notes and I'd sort of wheel around in my chair to listen. He interpreted that wrong - he seemed to think I was giving him a look, putting him down. Well, one night he got a couple of drinks in him and came up to me and said, "What the hell are you turnin' around like that for?" He was ready for a fight - and it took me a little time, swearing on my word of honor, to convince him that I really meant well.

You and Pollack used to play clarinet and drum duets.

We did that on songs like- what was it - "I want to go where you go, Do what you do . . ." You know-"Then I'll Be Happy." Pollack had a fly swatter, and he'd lean over and be banging on the bass drum with it, yelling, "Take another one, take another one," and we'd keep on like that, generating a lot of steam. I must have enjoyed it, because I guess we did it a lot. Nobody else at the time was doing it.

How did you get started as a bandleader?
We were doing broadcasts somewhere in Brooklyn. Russ Columbo, the crooner, had a manager named Con Conrad, who had also written things like "Barney Google," "Margie," and "Ma, He's Makin' Eyes at Me." He heard about me, and told me Columbo wanted to get a band for a job up at the Woodmanston Inn. I got guys I knew - Gene Krupa on drums, Joe Sullivan on piano, Babe Russin on tenor sax - and we worked there for the summer, and I was the leader. Columbo sang and walked around with a fiddle under his arm, and everything seemed okay. It was a good little band - but Conrad wound up getting mad at me, because whenever we played for dancing, people seemed to really like it. I mean, we'd play "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea," or some song like that, and all of a sudden the joint was rocking. He'd say, "Hey, wait a minute you guys aren't supposed to be the attraction here," and he meant it.

Did that experience spur greater ambition to lead your own band?

No, not really. I don't think so. All I knew was that I was bored as hell, playing in stupid little radio bands, playing for Pick and Pat and all sorts of other acts. I think the idea that was foremost in all our minds was that we wanted to play some kind of music. Good music. And we just grabbed any opportunity that presented itselfYou were then on the verge of great success, an extraordinary pattern of success and good judgment, even good luck. Still, a lot of people played good clarinet and a lot led good bands. But once things started happening for you, they never stopped. What's your explanation?Well, you can call it luck if you want to. But I'd go a little further, and say that there are, always have been, people out there who have just a little bit more than everybody else has got. In musicianship, in stamina. You can even call it a certain kind of integrity if you want to. The important thing, to me, has always been setting an example: an orchestra's got to follow what you do. If you're playing five shows a day - that's five shows - and they see you're not complaining but are instead up there really giving everything, they're not going to complain either.

Some people run a good store and some don't. I remember Glenn Miller coming to me once, before he had his own band, saying, "How do you do it! How do you get started? It's so difficult." I told him, "I don't know, but whatever you do, don't stop. just keep on going. Because one way or the other, if you want to find reasons why you shouldn't keep on, you'll find 'em. The obstacles are all there - there are a million of 'em. But if you want to do something, you do it anyway, and handle the obstacles as they come."

Didn't you also have doubts at the start? Weren't there times when you wanted to give up?Well, in a way, I guess. After we got the job at Billy Rose's Music Hall on Broadway at 54th Street - it's now the Ed Sullivan Theater - I had moments. It was tough as a son of a bitch. I couldn't pay any money. I didn't know, night after night, who was going to be there and who was going to send in a sub. Sometimes I'd stand outside the front door and think, "Shall I go inside or not? Maybe I should just get out." But even then, after we'd been there six or seven weeks, I was listening one night and remember thinking, "Gee, this is a pretty good band!" I think it was right after that that we got our notice.

Was that about the time you got a job on that late - night NBC radio show, Let's Dance? That proved to be a turning point for you, didn't it?
You know what I remember about all that? I remember the fact that we had to audition for the job - well, really it was an audition to audition - and I was worried. We had to be heard by some people from the ad agency that was helping put the show together - McCann Erickson, I think - and if they thought we were the kind of band they wanted, then we'd be able to audition for the show. I kept after this one guy to find out what time they were coming to the Music Hall to hear us because I had to get hold of the players and make sure they'd be there for that hour or so, nail them to their chairs if necessary. Think how it would have been if we'd had a band full of subs that night. Also, we had maybe fifteen special arrangements in the book -"Cokey," "Bugle Call Rag ," "Nitwit Serenade, " some of those. That meant we had to do our numbers and then get those people out of there, because we didn't have any comparable new material.

It went off fine. But toward the end of the set, I went over to the agency people and said, "Well, you know, nothing really happens after this." I have to laugh now-they were probably going home anyway. Anyway, to jump a little, when I got the call telling me we'd gotten the job, I didn't believe it. All I could think was "Well, this is the moment. Take advantage of it, because you're not gonna get too many chances like this."

As I recall, the show ran from 10:30 PM till 3:30 AM every Saturday night, sponsored by the National Biscuit Company. Your band alternated fifteen-minute sets with those of Ken Murray and Xavier Cugat, which meant that audiences in four time zones had a chance to hear the band several times on a given evening. During Daylight Saving Time the bands were broadcasting for six hours. On the strength of it, you made your first extended tour outside New York, a tour that would ultimately take you to the West Coast. Did you think history was about to be made?

History? I remember thinking, "Gosh, you sure have a lot of chutzpah. Lead a band, go on the radio . . . " And yet, if you have convictions, and a point of view, and all that energy, why not? If I have something I want to do, I make a business of doing it.

The tour had its share of disappointments - for example, a four-week run at Elitch's Gardens, in Denver, where the crowds wanted waltzes and the management demanded MCA withdraw the band at once.
You know, I remember thinking after Denver, "Oh well, that's the end of this goddamn thing." Meaning the whole business of leading a band. I was really down. Then we got to the Coast and were supposed to play at a ballroom in Oakland, across the bay from San Francisco. I remember walking in with Helen Ward, our singer, and seeing crowds of people, and saying to her, "Christ, Helen, we must be in the wrong place. What are all these people doing here?" Mind you, the place didn't hold all that many people - maybe fourteen or fifteen hundred tops - it was an intimate kind of place, really. But all the same, given my state of mind, I thought; "What's this? Is Benny Goodman really playing here?" But we went in and played, and my goodness, they really reacted. Went crazy. I suppose it prepared us for the Palomar Ballroom, outside Los Angeles.

What stays in my mind about the Palomar is just that we started quietly. Didn't know what to expect, and in any case I was trying not to take the whole business too seriously. Things went on kind of so-so for an hour, nothing much happening. All of a sudden I thought to myself, "Screw this-let's play. If we're gonna flop again let's at least do it our own way." I'd had enough by then. So we started playing Fletcher Henderson I s arrangements of "King Porter Stomp" and "When Buddha Smiles"-some of those. Half the crowd just stopped dancing and gathered round the bandstand. I knew things would be all right from then on.
Bunny Berigan, the trumpet player, was a potent force in the band at that point, wasn't he?
Absolutely. You know, he drank - not so much then, or at least it wasn't getting to him yet. But - well, you put up with certain things in certain people because of what they are. People today who follow jazz seem to have forgotten about Bunny, about just how marvelous he was. His tone, his beautiful sound and range, everything. Most of all, he had this ability to stimulate a whole band: he'd take a solo, and wow! He was so inventive that he'd just lift the whole thing.

We were supposed to be at the Palomar only a month, but the engagement was extended, and we were doing radio broadcasts at night. They came and asked me, "What time do you want to be on the radio? Do you want an 11:30 slot, or 12:30?" I told them I thought 11:30 would be good. The earlier the better largely because if it were any later Bunny would usually be wiped out.

Did the Palomar success make the going any easier for you when you finally headed back east?
I wouldn't say so. In those days, success was sort of local. You had to go out and make a hit, satisfy the patrons and the people, then do it all over again the next time. All bands started out that way-at first they'd always lose money.

Here's a question that's just a personal indulgence of mine. I've always wondered why Art Rollini always wound up playing fourth, and wasn't given more solo space. Any particular reason?That was simple. The others just were better saxophone players, played with more fire. But Schneez - that's what we used to call him - was a nice player. But that reminds me about when we hired Vido Musso. He couldn't read a goddamn note, but I didn't know that. We were in California, and one afternoon I told Hymie [Schertzer], "Why don't you rehearse the saxophone section. Go over some of the arrangements with [Vido] so he'll get an idea what they go like, and so forth." That night I came to the job, and Hymie looked a little disconsolate. I said, "Well, how did it go? Did you get through it?" He said, "Yeah, we got through four bars. He can't read a note. He can't even read the newspaper." So I said, "Well, just let him play." So he did: when it went up, he went up, and when it went down, he went down. He had a good ear, thank heavens.

Success followed success, and for the next several years, you were the hottest thing in the music business. How did the 1938 Carnegie Hall concert come about? Were you nervous?
A publicity man dreamed it up, and my first reaction was, "You must be out of your mind." Looking back on it, I sometimes think that the thing really made that concert important was the album that came out. I don't know what would have happened if the concert hadn't been recorded. People would have remembered it, sure - but not like this.

Tell you one thing: Playing a job at a place like the Madhattan Room of the Pennsylvania Hotel, where we were then, or most anyplace, we'd usually start kind of quietly. Play dinner music, so to speak. Warm up a little bit. It wouldn't be until later that the band really got rocking. But in a concert you had to hit right from the top, bang! Then, too, in Carnegie Hall the acoustics are special. The Madhattan Room, for instance, was very dead. You'd just blow like hell in there all the time. Carnegie, as you know, is very live, so I insisted we go in about two or three days in advance to rehearse there, just to get used to it. By the time I gave the downbeat on "Don't Be That Way," we were pretty confident. Mind you, I'd had my doubts: I had even tried to get Bea Lillie, for pete's sake, to come on first and warm up the audience by telling jokes. Obviously, if I'd felt cocksure that we were going to be a big hit I wouldn't have thought up something as dumb as that. Stupidest thing I could have done - and she was smart enough to say no.

The Carnegie concert has been discussed to death, and it's not my intention to dwell on it here. The only question I'd ask is about Jess Stacy. How did you happen to give him a solo at that point, so late in the program?Well, we used to let him play - sometimes when things were going a bit slow, it'd be "Jess, take one," and he would. But this was different. Here I was standing there, leading the band; and when Jess got maybe two minutes, two and a half, into his solo, with all this beautiful music coming out of the piano, I said to myself, "Of all the oddities, here's Jess playing with all these great stars sitting there - Harry James, Gene Krupa, Ziggy Elman - and in his quiet way he's stealing the show, taking the whole thing away from everybody, right before my eyes!" It was like Rachmaninoff was playing the piano. The sound, the touch, the tone quality.
Speaking of that, why didn't you give Jess more exposure, give him more to do? Seems you kept him under wraps a lot of the time.
Well, I thought he did a lot on records, behind vocalists and solos and things. He just - well, you know, there was Teddy. They were two different kinds of animals completely. Here was one, very facile and all over the keyboard, and there was never any kind of competition between them. Jess wasn't insecure about Teddy, or anything like that. In fact, sometimes a vocalist would be singing, and I'd say to Jess, "Come on, play more, play louder." Jess - you could always depend on him.
Of all the bands you've led, was that one your favorite?No. No - the Carnegie band had some stars, sure. And by this time the public was applauding solos and all that. They were aware who was playing what. Harry and Gene, Ziggy and others had public identities. But I think the band that played the Joseph Urban Room at the Congress Hotel, in Chicago, on our way back from the Palomar, was my favorite. The records we made then show it, too: that earlier band was more of a team effort. Less sensational. Everybody really pulling together. it had solidity, even some subtlety, the feeling of a small band. Not struggling: just playing to enjoy it.

Nate Kazebier played trumpet in that band, right? And Bunny had left by then?

Right. I remember Nate saying, "Jeez, I can't play Bunny's book." I said, "Sure you can. Don't worry about a thing; just play it. Forget whose book it was." But he kept protesting, saying, "I can't, I can't - he had a great habit of doing that and before you knew it he was playing it just fine. it's a matter of giving people confidence in a band: it's all you need - providing your people have some kind of talent.

While we're talking about individuals, I've always wondered why Bud Freeman didn't work out in the '38 band.
Oh, I think it was a matter of mutual feeling, chemistry. In the first place, I don't think he really liked big bands. He liked Tommy Dorsey's band, I think, because Tommy favored him so much, gave him chorus after chorus. Then he came to my band, and it was just a different kind of band. Dave Tough was in the band then, and I think that's the reason I got Bud. I mean, he played well enough took fine solos on "Lullaby in Rhythm," things like that. But you know Bud he's kind of funny, with that laissez-faire way of his. You know, like it's all beneath him somehow. He wanted to go to London and act, or some damn thing. And he's still doing it, isn't he?

Was there ever any open strife between you? And anger? After all, you'd known one another virtually since you were kids.
No, no. No strife or bad feelings. As I say, it was just never the right chemistry. My band just wasn't the right place for him. And you know, there was no throwing him off the path he'd set for himself.
You mentioned Dave Tough. What was it like, having him come into the band right after Gene?
Well, it's funny. His time-playing was quite different from Gene's, and I never thought he was as good for the band as Gene had been; but some people thought he was better. Certainly for the Trio and Quartet he wasn't as - well, he wasn't a showman. Not that I gave a damn about that: when Gene left, I sort of said to myself, "Well, that chapter is over. I'm not going to get somebody like that." I remember Buddy Rich auditioned for me about then, and I thought, "Now that's the last thing I want, to have another Gene inside of three weeks." Dave Tough you know, that was sad, the drinking and all. There we'd be, opening at the Waldorf -opening night at the Waldorf - and where was Dave? I'm sure that if it hadn't been for the drinking he'd have been another kind of person. More strength, everything.A lot of people have expressed the view that the band you had in 1941 or thereabouts, with arrangements by Eddie Sauter - the band that recorded for Columbia - was one of your greatest. How do you feel about that one?To tell the truth, I never liked that band as well as some others. To me it was - it was a rather affected kind of band. Good musicians - but with all respect to Eddie Sauter, he wasn't really a jazz man. Too involved, too fussy: you had to watch your P's and Q's so goddamn much you could never play.

Yet you have to admit that Sauter was a wonderful arranger, a fine craftsman.Of course, of course. I always liked him. But listen to the arrangements: "My Old Flame," for instance. Some rather strange things about it. Did you know that some of those pieces that wound up as instrumentals were originally modulations? "Clarinet A la King," for example. It was a modulation in another arrangement. And I said, "Eddie, what's this got to do with this piece? But I think it's so good: why don't you just take it out and make a piece out of it?"

"And Benny Rides Again"?
Awfully hard to play, and nobody could dance to it. it was edited a great deal, you know, but it was a very ambitious work, and a very good record, I thought. All those things he wrote - "Moonlight on the Ganges," "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes," "It Never Entered My Mind." Beautiful arrangements: it was always an event when a new one came, because you never knew what it was gonna be. It would be something provocative, or very interesting, or something, but it was never dull. That's a great asset for an arranger. But you had to have time to work all that out and decide what you were gonna cut, and so forth. And Eddie would get madder than hell if you cut anything

You had a high regard for Lester Young, didn't you?
Oh yes. You know, I gave him a clarinet. I'd just come back from Europe - you know, Selmers were only forty dollars apiece over there. Anyway, he came to see me when we were playing at the Waldorf, and I gave him this clarinet. Funny, you know: I always had the feeling that his playing was influenced by Bud Freeman.

Oh? He always denied that, citing Tram and Jimmy Dorsey.
Jimmy? No, I couldn't see that. I always thought it was Bud Freeman. The triplets, you know. The way he used his vibrato in those days. I loved playing with him: he was one with whom the chemistry was right, you know.

You'll pardon if I tread on some very familiar ground here, but there's one name I have to throw at you - for obvious reasons. Artie Shaw.
Well, why not? He was very talented, a very capable clarinet player. He had a quite different tone, you know, and idea, different from what other people had, but he was quite effective. And he really knew how to pick songs, musicians, things like that, very well. He had a hell of a band, but I don't think there was ever this competition that everybody talks about.
What about his playing?
Well, I always thought his tone was closer to a saxophone tone than a clarinet. But it was perfectly all right for him. I think it would have left you laughing if you were to play classical music with him, though he did play quite a bit of it, didn't he?

Speaking of classical music, why, at the height of your success as a jazz musician, did you begin to involve yourself heavily in playing classical music on the clarinet?
Well, it had actually started earlier. Somebody arranged for me to record the Mozart Quintet with a string quartet. I was playing somewhere in Wisconsin and drove to Chicago to do the recording. I got to the hotel about two or three in the morning, and to the recording studio at about nine. There were these four Frenchmen or Belgians who hardly spoke a word of English; well, we started to record the Mozart, and after playing for maybe five minutes, I started saying to myself, "What the hell am I doing here? This is nuts. I don't know this piece." I just wasn't prepared. So I excused myself, saying, "I'm sorry, gentleman. Thank you, but this was my mistake. I hope I didn't inconvenience you - but some other time, perhaps."

You didn't give up, though: there were soon concerts and records with prominent classical musicians - Igor Stravinsky, Bela Bartok, the Budapest String Quartet, and original works were written for you by Bartok, Paul Hindemith, Aaron Copland, Malcolm Arnold, and others. This is not a common course for a jazz musician to steer. Can you account for it?Well, sometimes I was just kind of overwhelmed with the greatness of some of that music. I'd ask myself, "How the hell can you improvise any better than that?" I mean, I've played all the choruses on "Lady Be Good" ninety million times. I'll always be able to play 'em, I think. I wanted something else to do, to give myself a challenge. It's a sense of - well, growing up, I guess. if I hadn't done it, I probably would always have regretted it, felt there was something I should have done. I mean, here we are on a stage and where is jazz? And what is jazz? What are you going to do, go out and play "Lady Be Good" again, forever and ever? How many times? Is somebody going to write the great jazz composition? I don't think so - and I never believed in that third-stream stuff. Either you play one thing or you play the other,

Is this a point of view you developed gradually, or did it happen all at once?
Hard to say. I was so brash in those days - I did things a more cautious head would never have done. One time, for instance, I decided, "Well, now I think I'll play with the New York Philharmonic." I wanted to do both the Mozart Concerto and the Debussy Rhapsody. And I prepared, worked very hard. When the time came, I was ready - played the Debussy then probably better than I do now. Sir John Barbirolli was conducting then, and the orchestra was giving him a hard time. They were a bunch of tough bastards, and Barbirolli had the misfortune of following Toscanini, so they really gave it to him. Well, we ran one of the works down, the Mozart I think. And at the end, you know how they go-tap-tap-tap with the bows, "very good," and all. All I said was, "All right, once more from the top." And we finished it, and the same business, "tap-tap-tap." And once again I said, "All right, now once again from the top." You know, thinking of it in retrospect, I think Barbirolli got a kind of vicarious kick out of it. He couldn't handle them that way at that point.

Did you ever entertain the possibility that you could have fallen on your face?
No, no. Not at all. Later you get -wiser.

That's in keeping with the way you've always approached things professionally. No doubts or hesitations. You've never, in a figurative or real sense, thought poor?No, never. I always wanted to do things with style. Don't care if it was clothes, or eating, or women. Or making music. Especially that. If you're going to do it, do it right. Don't take second class. You know - I'd rather have one or two good suits than a bunch of crappy ones. One of the things I think is wrong with a lot of what you see today is that it doesn't have that sense of style, of elegance. I don't know where it's gone.

For instance?
In the days we've been talking about, a band had to be dressed correctly: shoes polished, suits clean and pressed. Even your horn shining. You don't want to look like a bunch of ragamuffins. Even to this day, I don't like people walking on stage not looking good. You have to look good. If you feel special about yourself, then you're going to play special. We used to wear tails at the Pennsylvania Hotel on Saturday nights - it was no problem to put 'em on. I can't stand, have always abhorred, seeing a musician walk in for a job wearing some damn Taj Mahal jacket or whatever they call them. Look, what I mean is this: if an individual allows his own personal standard to be eroded, something of what he does is going to be compromised. It's a matter of detail, sometimes. When you start losing detail, whether it's in music or in life - something as small as not sending a thank - you note, or failing to be polite to someone-you start to lose substance.

What about the newer developments in jazz? Do you listen to any of it - and do you like what you hear?
I've tried. It's hard to generalize, but it seems to me that a lot of the avant-garde music nowadays - maybe not the innovators, but certainly the copiers - is really kind of rough to listen to. I think one problem is very basic: they don't tune up. I don't see how you can play if you're out of tune. A while ago, someone I know who's very knowledgeable told me to listen to this girl flute player. Sure enough, when she started to play she was a quarter tone out - she just wasn't a musician. And tone-let's face it, the old-timers, like Louis, Bunny, Bix, Sidney Bechet, Johnny Dodds-they had lovely sounds. Individual, but beautiful. it seems to come with their talent for improvising, their overall musicianship.

Were things of that sort really priorities in those days?
Sure. How can you have a real ensemble otherwise? I mean, how can a string quartet play together if they don't have some similarity of tone and concept?

Those are pretty demanding standards. Are they responsible, I wonder, for some of the friction that has existed over the years between you and various musicians who have worked for you?I think Gene Krupa expressed it as well as anybody. He always said about me and I don't think he was being kind, but really rather critical - "Well, you know, Benny expects a hell of a lot out of himself, and just naturally expects it out of everyone else, too. To do the best they can." When they let me down, I get irritated - although I know that it doesn't do any good. Might as well just go along with it. Also, it all depends how I feel: if I'm not playing well myself, I might blame anybody. If I'm playing extraordinarily well, I think everybody else is wonderful, too - until daylight hits. Then I say, "Well, this guy really wasn't much good."

What do you think of today's popular music?
I don't really stay that much in touch with it. All I'll say is that I can't imagine someone forty years from now reminiscing fondly about having heard Blondie, or even the Rolling Stones, or-what was the name of that group the other day - Clash. What could they say about it? "Remember the volume, the flickering lights? Remember when we got high?" I kind of doubt it.

And a final word in self-evaluation. Where do you think you fit?
I think I've done a lot in this business, whether through screwball methods or not I don't know, that has helped other bands. I made a kind of road for them, you might say. If I raised my price, they found out about it and raised theirs. But somebody had to start it, to make the first move. You have to have the courage and confidence in your own ability. You have to know what the hell and who the hell you are in this business. Music may change, but I don't think that ever will.

The Metropole Orchestra & Big Band (playlist)

Los Angeles Jazz Institute, Day Four, 5.26.2013 - “Swingin’ On A Riff: Big Band Masters of the 21st Century.”

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The last Day of the current event opened with an hour-long film show, starting at 8.30, tracking the emergence of West Coast Jazz on film, with some rare clips. Ken Poston traced the music from Lester Young, Claude Thornhill, Gil Evans and Gerry Mulligan  with clips that also included Shorty Rogers, Marty Paich and others.

It was then time for the 'extra added attraction' - a new-style LAJI fundraiser event, lasting 3 & 3/4 hours, within the main event, offering brunch with the music (or not, if preferred) - "The Birth of the Cool and The Origins Of the West Coast Sound".

Composer/Arranger/ Bandleader Chris Walden then directed a 17-piece band re-creating Claude Thornhill's music complete with French horns and tuba and arrangements from Gil Evans and Gerry Mulligan, among others. As Chris said "This music could have been written 10 or 20 years ago, but dates from the 1940's ...

Charts played included Yardbird Suite, Anthropology, Donna Lee and Godchild as well as Thornhill icons such as Snowfall, Robbin's Nest and Rose of the Rio Grande. 

Hearing this music live was a different experience from the surviving recordings - one enthusiast told me that he felt "It did not feel as light as I normally expect to hear it". I thought that the clarity distinguishing individual instruments seemed notable, although , as ever for my taste, the LAJI sound mixing was generally too loud.

Chuck Findley was next up leading a 'Miles Davis' Nonet through the Birth of the Cool charts. Again the tuba ( Bill Reichenbach) and French horn (Stephanie O'Keefe) parts were notable - this time being full members of the band , with solo space. Matt Harris, from California State Northridge had been brought in to add his familiarity with this music - in the John Lewis piano role in this set and as director for the following set. Ira Nepus on trombone and Chuck Berghofer on bass were among those brought in just for this Nonet set.

'Miles Ahead - the classic Miles Davis plus 19 collaboration with Bill Evans' was the third event for this special morning and featured Bobby Shew in the Miles Davis role.

The originally - released album was a mix of spliced sections, over-dubbing and reworking, none of which was available for this live performance. However, the result was outstandingly good as has been almost everything during this four days. The caliber of musicianship has delighted even the musicians themselves  and congratulations between musicians and from their leaders has been frequent and well-deserved.

A characteristic of the weekend has been the emergence of a new generation of LA musicians  - some familiar, some less so, but playing with phenomenal technique and, I thought, more personal involvement than might have been the case is earlier times. 

Another observation for me was that, in earlier times, if I saw a new young face, I mentally 'wished him luck' when he was perhaps exposed by a solo opportunity.

This time round I found myself being relieved when a veteran musician pulled something off in the very challenging company of talented younger players and attracted nods or gasps from the youngsters!

The set-list for the Miles Ahead set was, essentially the album titles.

The hour long Composers Workshop, moderated by KJAZ's Helen Borgers, had Kim Richmond and Chris Walden participating, but lacked Bob Curnow who could not make the trip due to health issues.

The Workshop, I thought, was less interesting than the earlier ones, being bogged down in the perennial debate about the death of big band music ( strenuously denied) and audiences for Big Band music (less strenuously denied). There were some good words said about the overall impact of the work of Gordon Goodwin with younger people and its impact on the whole big band appreciation scene. Kim Richmond made some good points about the different skills evident among younger players and his own experience in dissolving and re-creating his own band.

Kim's 23-piece  Concert Jazz Orchestra then gave an hour plus concert, with much of the material drawn from his newly-released tribute to Stan Kenton "Artistry". This music really had the audience on their feet and cheering long before the end. It is billed as 'orchestral jazz' and Kim acknowledges the inspiration of the Kenton Neophonic as a source, but with his own writer's twist.

Re-writes of Artistry in Rhythm, Intermission Riff and even a almost unrecognisable Peanut Vendor were part of it, but 'Poetry', 'Zippidy Altered' and the wonderful Neal Hefti theme 'Virna' were outstanding, with each bringing something totally unique.

I thought this an outstanding set and thoroughly recommend the album. A highlight of this Festival.

Hubert Laws guests on the album but Alex Budman did an outstanding job live - as did other soloists.

We then had 3 and a half hour gap to the final set billed as 'Bob Curnow LA Big Band Reunion'.

In Bob Curnow's absence Bobby Shew directed the band, which played the Pat Metheny music Bob Curnow arranged a couple of years ago for an album recorded in LA with Bobby and several other band members as part of that recorded line-up. The music was also, on that previous occasion, presented at an LAJI event.

The set list was 11 items from the Metheny/ Curnow collection and included pieces from other  Metheny jazz outings such as an encounter with Chet Baker, entitled "Chet's Call". Especially notable was Bobby Shew's sole feature - a beautiful melody written by Pat Metheny and dedicated to his parents "Always and Forever".

As Bobby said, regarding the rest of the music, "I think Bob Curnow has some Wagnerian blood"  and certainly this LAJI event went out with a huge BANG as the FFF's dominated - with high trumpet lovers especially excited.

Jack Bowers, who was at this event will be offering a more considered review of it all in his Big Band feature on All That Jazz in the weeks to come.

I apologise for the necessary haste in compiling these notes off the top of my head between sets  and thank you for your comments off-line, encouraging me to continue.

The photos, with many many others are beginning to appear on my Gallery at www.gordonsapsed.com and will continue to do so when I get back to UK.

Gordon Sapsed”