Musing on summer just past. You know how it is; you’re going to the beach and unless you’re a surfing fanatic or an enthusiast of wave riding boogey boarding (I’ll leave that to my 14-year old nephew), your main goal is to sit/lay/sleep and otherwise loll in some preferably inert position, beach umbrella tilted just so, bathed in sun block, bare feet planted firmly in the warm sand, the hypnotic wash of oceanic tides providing a tranquil soundtrack. You may roust yourself every now and then and take a quick dip, head up to the boardwalk for some fries or assorted tempting empty calories, running the gauntlet of other bad bodies, and occasionally raise your sun dappled pate just high enough to scope out the kids having a blast in the surf. But most of us will spend that precious time decompressing from the daily grind. Speaking personally, part of that beach ritual will include a good book; and mind you I’m not talking about tomes or literary gravitas here, just something to enhance your maximum chill mode.

While the sisters in the family went off on other pursuits on the retail drag at Rehoboth Beach, DE last week, the ever intrepid nose for vinyl crate digging turned up this soundtrack gem from the film “A Man Called Adam” – sealed, I might add! Often overlooked in discussions of jazz realism on film, this should-see featured Sammy Davis Jr. playing a brooding, mercurial Miles-like trumpeter, Cecily Tyson as his muse, Ossie Davis and Louis Armstrong as a sort of fading but still powerful representation of jazz past, with performances by Mel Torme and Nat Adderley giving Sammy’s trumpet playing its authenticity.

It should be noted here that personal tastes in old vinyl and crate digging in general are all about the pursuit of material pertinent to encouraging some set or other on my weekly radio program (“Ancient/Future” Wednesdays 10pm on WPFW 89.3 FM in the DC area, streaming live at www.wpfw.org), and not necessarily concerned with matrix numbers, first pressings or some other discographic ephemera of such intense interest to the more dedicated, obsessive vinyl seeking crate diggers among us.

For this year’s beach week, intrigued by certain of the notices, Do Not Sell At Any Price: The Wild, Obsessive Hunt for the World’s Rarest 78rpm Records (by Amanda Petrusich) slaked the beach week book jones. “Wild” would be one optimum descriptor for some of the odd obsessives and their assorted hunts for rare 78s Ms. Petrusich encounters as she digs headlong into the world of crate diggers in search of rarities from the history of our original record format. Along the way she finds herself questioning this obsession from a number of different perspectives – including her own magnetic attraction to the pursuit, which at one point leads her to take scuba diving lessons for the express purpose of plunging into the Milwaukee River in search of discs legend has it were flung merrily into the river by disgruntled employees at the Paramount pressing plant in Grafton, WI. Along the way she meets but one woman collector and largely encounters characters for whom the actual hunt outstrips the end game – the acquisition – along with one or two collectors for whom misanthrope might be an accurate descriptor. A common thread – unlike certain other collectors of what for most is esoterica in the extreme – many of these 78 hunters truly enjoy the music uncovered in those shellac 78s. One of them is in fact a man after my own heart, he shares his treasures via radio broadcasts; while yet another has developed a lucrative DJ business spinning purely 78s on an old Victrola.

Professionally the author’s proclivities as a music journalist run more towards assorted strains of rock. By the end of her book Petrusich’s sympathy for this crate digging subculture is considerable, as evidenced by this passage written in observation of a release party for a reissue package of 78s: “The whole scene was disorienting. I felt suddenly and fiercely protective of a subculture I had no real claim to. I wanted 78s to continue offering me – and all the people I’d met – a private antidote to an accelerated, carnivorous world. I didn’t want them to become another part of that world. I wanted them to stay ours.”

Though not a particular fancier of 78s (my current, Low-Fi turntable won’t enable 78 spins anyway) Ms. Petrusich’s intriguing examination of this collector phenomenon did take the mind back to a dusty box of 78s from Dad’s old collection sitting on a neglected shelf in the basement; certainly an investigation for another day, but from this book’s account one worth pursuing. The book also brought to mind a current volunteer stint. The Friends of the Library of Montgomery County, MD (FOLMC) operates two bustling used book stores in their ongoing efforts at financially supporting the MC Public Library system. (For scale, Montgomery County, MD is bigger than the state of Rhode Island.) In addition to steady book donations from the public these stores also accept audio and video software discards… and that includes often sizable donations of Lps and CDs. As many of us downsize our listening media to the dreaded MP3 level – or heaven forbid some wall-to-wall online music service – boxes and boxes of Lps from yesteryear are offloaded for tax write-off donations by MC residents.

Which brings me to my own crate digging enabler enterprise. Several years ago, after accepting a seat on the FOLMC Board of Directors I began frequenting our two bookstores in search of their many hidden, way inexpensive literary treasures, only to be magnetically drawn to their assorted Lps. The largest of these two stores, in Wheaton, MD, had particularly ramshackle shelves of Lps mashed together in no particular order. Picking through those shelves revealed a few gems. I soon volunteered to better organize that section of the store and inventory the hundreds of Lps – which were admittedly in varying degrees of playability, from mint to dumpster level. So for the last two years every available Wednesday morning for a couple of hours I volunteer to do intake and inventory, pricing and shelving new arrivals, discarding a few that have lingered overlong to make room in the robust but finite record aisle space. (The Lps pictured below are among some recent gems that have arrived in the jazz section at the Wheaton FOLMC store.)

In its original 7″ Lp format!

Like many nostalgic items considered valuable by at the very least a hard core of collectors, coupled with the burgeoning DJ culture and the audiophile-driven recognition that there indeed is a sonic difference between the sound of a quality Lp versus the digital formats, Lp collecting is more than an underground pursuit. Labels have been issuing special products on vinyl, both new and reissued, for the more sonically astute among us over the last decade. It seems practically every week Lp-aholic jazz publicist Jim Eigo is posting some news item trumpeting renewed interest in Lps or detailing yet another record collector’s gathering. So the interest is out there, and quite intense in some pockets. And, aside from the promise of great music, who could resist the artful quality of an Lp cover like this Count Basie band chronicle that arrived from a donation last week?

This volunteer stint has also engendered a sort of grudging appreciation for the enormity of the popularity of certain artists and recordings from yesteryear. Now I fully understand Herb Alpert‘s financial largesse and his ability to so graciously endow the UCLA Music Program for example. Based on donated evidence, this man sold an enormous number of records during his Tijuana Brass heyday. But just when the malaise sets in from the endless copies of Alpert discards, and the rejects of folks who actually sunk hard-earned cash into somnambulant 101 Strings Lps, along with recognition of the enormity of the assorted discographies of a Frank Sinatra or Barbara Streisand or Bill Cosby comedy records, up jumps something wild like this number from Bob Dorough‘s discography.

So what, you ask is/was the Medieval Jazz Quartet? “Conceived and Arranged by Bob Dorough” as the cover declares? This was a quartet (including our leader) of – wait for it – recorder players! You know the recorder, that end blown instrument you may have encountered in your earliest music ed class? Well here its played by Dorough and his 3 associates in its soprano, alto, lead tenor, second tenor, bass, and second bass incarnations, along with Alto and Tenor “Krummhorn”, Baroque Flute, and finger cymbals, with a notable rhythm section of bassist George Duvivier, guitarist Al Schackman, and drummer Paul Motian. And what are they playing? Standards, the likes of “How High the Moon”, “Nature Boy”, and “Mood Indigo” among the eight tracks. And besides the curiosity factor, the far-as-I-can-tell uncredited liner notes include a hilarious Dorough interview and lines like this one: “There is much more to tell of Mr. Dorough, but one of his selves seems to be leaning over the typewriter whispering “Cool it, man.”

Here’s something hip that arrived at the FOLMC Wheaton store from the Latin side

Alert to the across-the-board $1 per record price (regardless of condition), 25 cents for the assorted 45s which arrive, more than a couple of local dealers hunt these shelves. I see them every Wednesday, chatting among themselves nonchalantly waiting for the new arrivals shelving process along with the savvy collectors who recognize Wednesday as “that time.” Practically all of these guys – and the crate digging clientele is almost exclusively male – do check the incoming jazz section, clear indication of the ongoing value placed on jazz recordings, which admittedly arrive at a premium and generally in decent shape. By contrast, the category with the largest number of weekly donations to this particular store is classical music. So if you’re a classical Lp buff, then this be the place. If you’re of the jazz persuasion, crate digging at the FOLMC Wheaton store may turn up a beauty like this recent mint condition arrival from one of DC’s favorite jazz ancestors, the inimitable Shirley Horn.

Whatever your music interests (not to mention shelves upon shelves of worthwhile books) these two FOLMC locations are worth some crate digging…

1710 Georgia Avenue
(at the rear of the Wheaton Public Library)
Silver Spring, MD
301/933-1110

4886 Boiling Brook Parkway
Rockville, MD
301/984-3300

Swinging grace personified: Ron Carter at the bass

Has it been 60 years already? Founded in 1954 by George Wein and an old money Newport couple as a means of broadening the inviting summer hang-out, the Newport Jazz Festival celebrated its unprecedented history with a lineup that reflected many facets of the broad-based aesthetic umbrella that jazz has become. Friday afternoon was perfectly suited for toting the old lawn chairs and scavenging out a good vantage point on the great lawn facing the main, or Ertegun Fort Stage at Fort Adams State Park. The day was notably dominated by artists and bands who’ve largely arrived in the 21st century, starting with the Berklee Global Jazz Ambassadors, a student ensemble directed by pianist Danilo Perez and featuring guest tenorist David Sanchez. They were followed on the main stage by composer Darcy James Argue‘s Secret Society, the miraculous vocalist Cecile McLorin Salvant, and that excitable young gent Jon Batiste & Stay Human, the leader’s yellow suit and pied piper mentality being cause enough for mass revelry in the sun. He closed his raucous set, melodica in mouth, marching his band through the lawn chair brigade, hundreds of smart phones capturing selfies all the while. Someday, after Jon Batiste’s stage & screen career is aloft (watch for it…) a youngster will be leafing through his granny’s keepsake images and ask “Grandma, is that Jon Batiste you’re hugging in the funny-looking yellow suit with the keyboard in his mouth, and what’s Grandpa drinking from that jug?”

On the Quad Stage in the inner courtyard of the old fort, John Zorn held court with several of his Masada cohorts for what amounted to a 2-1/2 hour marathon, one which included the trumpeter Dave Douglas and his boundless well of ideas. Over on the Harbor Stage alto saxman Rudresh Mahanthappa premiered his Charlie Parker Project, promising among other intrigues, Bird in an odd-metered environment. The Old Home Week allure of Newport and the revolving sets/multi stage layout make for a happy madness that is a central part of the festival experience, for it seems only those determined to dig into an advantageous sightline at the MainStage, or plop down in an agreeable festival row chair at the Harbor or Quad stage area are likely to catch entire sets, and even those hearty, determined souls are swayed by the occasional midway snack, crafts fair retail stroll, or one or another of nature’s calls. But at least on this lone day of the three, disagreeable weather wasn’t a culprit if you by chance missed some measure of your chosen sets, as did we.

The impressive throwback/futuristic chanteuse Cecile McLorin Salvant, with the startling pipes (still only 24, no other singer of her generation approaches the extravagant wealth of her lower register and ability to soar upwards with the chops of a vocal Charlie Parker) and proclivity towards Jim Crow era and turn-of-the-20th century lyrics, surely made some new friends that afternoon and on her subsequent Quad Stage performance Saturday afternoon. Fellow writer-photographer (and Ain’t But a Few of Us correspondent) Bridget Arnwine shot some photos standing next to a guy new to Salvant’s artistry who likely summed up many a first Salvant impression: “I’ve never heard her before; she sure does sing some weird songs…, but man she’s great!” Following Cecile was a tough task, but altoist Miguel Zenon impressed at the helm of his “Identities” Big Band, though despite playing a program of complex originals conveyed by largely young guys this audience had likely never heard before, Zenon chose to only address the audience at the end of his program; big mistake for someone establishing himself as a large ensemble leader in this milieu.

The science of meteorology has advanced over the decades to an uncanny ability to predict the weather (yeah, I know, not exactly profound…). Remember when some storm/inclement weather pattern or other would be predicted and you’d think to yourself ‘that may or may not happen.’? Not anymore, these folks nail it now and our advance check of weather.com predicted mad rain for Newport’s Saturday afternoon proceedings. Sure enough from the time we crossed the bridge and entered the queue of traffic slowly snaking its way through the quaint streets to Fort Adams, the rain was relentless, coming down like Trane at full throttle and destined for all day. The complimentary yellow school buses transporting festfans from remote parking lots to the grounds could not arrive quickly enough to stave off many celebrants starting their day soaked like some pet pooch left out in the rain. The ride back to the hotel couldn’t go quickly enough for coaxing off the shoes, wringing out the socks and a complete change of clothes. Missing the Robert Glasper Experiment and Gregory Porter‘s storytelling charm whilst slogging our way in, umbrellas, rain parkas and lawn chair placement later the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra gave a platinum accounting, arrangements including Horace Silver‘s “Señor Blues” and trombonist Vincent Gardner doing his best Jimmy Rushing blues. Wynton on a mission, as always, and in fine fettle at Newport, no quibbles. Alas Saturday was a day more fit for seeking shelter and socializing under some cover than braving the elements to catch what was an exceptional and stylistically expansive day of artists; Dan Melnick is a skilled artistic director indeed. The tented shelter of the Quad Stage (seating is also tented at the Harbor Stage) did beckon, and some substantive sizzle from Cubano conguero Pedrito Martinez’s from-deep-in-the-gut small band was the truth.

Vijay Iyer courtesy Matt Merewitz
Sunday did provide a measure of relief from Mother Nature, with only gray skies and intermittent drizzle, but the allure of the Quad and Harbor lineups proved irresistible, particularly as opposed to scoping out a spot in the Main Stage area. The Cookers were followed on the Quad Stage by Vijay Iyer‘s inspiring unit, including Mark Shim on tenor sax and some Haynes family fire, with Graham Haynes on cornet and his nephew Marcus Gillmore on drums. Fils Roy would have enjoyed this set! At one point Iyer broke it down to a deep groove orientation that drew many a nodding head. Surveying the crowd, one experienced a refreshing youngish sector that belies concerns about the graying of the jazz audience. These kids, raised on hip hop, locked into Vijay’s groove with intense familiarity and deep approval. In fact that entire weekend was a breath of fresh air as far as the overall age demographic, recalling an earlier impression that what the younger audience seeks is a portable experience, where they’re not locked into a club table or auditorium seating for two hours, but one where they can freely socialize, move around, keep their smartphones active, and lacking the restrictive nature of those good intention/bad idea pre-show admonishments against photography, snap away at will with their devices.

Uncle Graham Haynes checking out dad Roy’s grandson Marcus Gilmore’s adept and dashing drum work

From Vijay it was a slow drift over to the Harbor Stage to lock down for the next three sets. (Oh boy, Suz found us some front row seats!) Having seen Ravi Coltrane the week prior in Santa Fe with Jack DeJohnette‘s Trio (scroll down for that impression), it was a refreshing contrast to hear his original composition-laden, piano-less quartet featuring the adventurous trumpeter Ralph Alessi. The driver’s seat was industriously occupied by the rambunctious DC-raised drummer Kush Abadey, whose polyrhythmic pallet gave contrasting lift and gravity to Coltrane’s music.

Elegance came knocking with a velvet glove as NEA Jazz Master Ron Carter‘s suavely, deeply swinging trio filled the Harbor Stage with the kind of élan that never gets old. Time stood still as Carter coaxed a gorgeous “You Are My Sunshine” that was a triumph of pure subtlety over the sometimes disruptive winds of big event jazz. Impeccably draped in matching dark suits and yellow ties, reminding all that Ron Carter is proudly “old school” (and ‘you wanna make something of it’?), guitarist Russell Malone and pianist Donald Vega boast remarkable lines of communication, achieving as full a band sound as any ensemble that weekend. Carter, a warm man and one about whom the old saw “doesn’t suffer fools easily” also fits, agreeably played “My Funny Valentine” as a dedication to a gentleman intending to propose to his beloved right then & there at the Harbor, which he did to the oohs & ahhs delight of Carter’s audience. The temperature rose agreeably as the ebullient pianist-composer and Prince of Panama Danilo Perez played his “Panama 500” program, significantly buoyed by the presence of the percussionist Roman Diaz in the ensemble. Nothing like some intelligent fire to close a good weekend! Nothing we can do about the weather and despite that lack of cooperation, Newport 60 was a blast!

Danilo

Were it not for jazz festivals, which flourish across this country during the summer months, one shudders to consider what the nature of our aggregate cultural calendar would resemble. Two recent experiences further substantiated the importance of these events to our collective cultural psyche, at least for those who enjoy creative music. The distance between Santa Fe, New Mexico and Newport, Rhode Island is practically as far as the eye can survey a map of this country. Yet the earnest presentations of the New Mexico Jazz Festival and the old warhorse Newport Jazz Festival could not be more closely aligned in terms of artistic intent, not to mention diligent presentations of both the classic and the contemporary spheres of the music. So the gulf between their respective chronologies is not as distant as you might think when you consider the mission of each event.

Admittedly pleasant Work and responsibility awaited in New Mexico; a road trip, an extended weekend away, and the prospects of seeing friends & colleagues beckoned in Newport. In each case, the magnetic pull and prospect of splendid performances provided common threads. Ongoing work with the National Endowment for the Arts Jazz Masters program compelled a crack-of-dawn Friday morning (July 25) wake-up call, a Metro to DCA for a 3-1/2 hour flight aboard American Airlines – which operates arguably the least accommodating seating (particularly if you’re 6’7″) of any domestic carrier – to Dallas/Ft. Worth, two-hour layover, hour & 45 minutes to Albuquerque, NM and a pleasant 60 mile drive across mountainous desert terrain to high country Santa Fe (elevation 7K+), I-25 bearing zero resemblance to the daily multi-culti/aggressive driver chaos of the dreaded Beltway. Courtesy of the NEA Jazz Masters Live grant program, whose funding renewal is currently in a state of suspended animation (write/call/text your congressman), a site visit was in order for the New Mexico Jazz Festival’s engagement of the NEAJM drummer-bandleader Jack DeJohnette. (In what I suppose is perhaps a reflection of the old adage espoused by Miles Davis and others that the most important member of any band is the drummer, named an NEA Jazz Master in 2012 DeJohnette preceded Charles Lloyd (class of ’15) – leader of the classic 60s quartet which introduced many to Jack’s budding mastery – and his Lloyd bandmate Keith Jarrett (class of ’14) with his induction into that ring of honor.)

Layovers sometimes reap unexpected pleasures. Strolling the busy DFW corridor of the flight concourse on arrival, aimlessly seeking some measure of refreshment, I heard my name called. Who could that be? Spinning around and spotting a fellow aimless layover victim, it was yet another splendid drummer – Terri Lyne Carrington, and two of her Mosaic Project band members, bassist Josh Hari and guitarist Matt Stevens. Realizing we had the same destination, airport small talk turned to mild concern for the whereabouts of the band’s piano-keyboard player, Rachel Z, who was apparently trapped in some airline delay vortex that might leave a missing link in that evening’s Mosaic Project concert. Ah yes, the vagaries of musician travel. Upon Albuquerque arrival we went separate ways – they to their presenter pick-up, me to my rental car and… “See ya’ll this evening.”

The New Mexico Jazz Festival (2014 was its 9th running; a little brother as these things go, with grandpa coming up the following weekend in Newport) is a collegial partnership of three NM presenters – the Albuquerque-based Outpost Performance Space (under the stewardship of saxophonist-composer Tom Guralnick, one of the real princes of the creative music presenting business), Santa Fe’s multi-discipline presenter the Lensic Performing Arts Center, and the Santa Fe Jazz Foundation, whose founder & president is retired rancher/current restaurateur and old friend Bumble Bee Bob Weil. Considering the cutting edge proclivities of Guralnick, the mainstream sensibilities of Weil, and the multi-discipline presenting of the Lensic NMJF is a unique partnership that works, this running featuring 10 performances in Albuquerque (including 6 at Outpost, a converted/redesigned storefront in the manner of a spiffy, southwest-style loft) and 5 in Santa Fe over the course of its 16-day run. Oh yeah, that early morning Eastern time zone wake-up and the arrival in Mountain time did facilitate a mid-afternoon arrival in Santa Fe, just in time to head over to Bumble Bee’s Baja Grill for the world-class fish tacos and some catch up time with Bumble Bee himself over a scrumptious coconut flan desert.

That evening at the Lensic, still short Rachel Z’s empty piano chair, TLC’s Mosaic Project soldiered on in high style, the drummer occasionally gazing stage left and joking with the audience for the pianist’s imminent arrival. The Mosaic Project emphasizes female mastery, Stevens and Hari being the gender exceptions. You could not find two more stylistically diverse vocalists than Lizz Wright and Gretchen Parlato, but somehow TLC’s Grammy-winning project makes that vocal diversity work as each took turns in the lead. On alto & soprano saxophones were two youthful and fresh voices, the precocious, rapidly maturing Grace Kelly and the promising Berklee Global Jazz Institute alum Hailey Nischwanger. Matt Stevens is a guitarist with a full and distinctive sound who lends significant voicings to whatever setting he graces, including the modernistic landscapes of trumpeter Christian Scott (Christian a Tunde Adjuah)’s band and drummer Jamire Williams‘ Erimaj. He was particularly effective shading Parlato’s understated stylings. The singers are at the core of this project, Parlato with a subtle and supple approach like none other and the Holy Ghost that always emanates from deep within Lizz Wright, an old soul who must have been here in a previous eon. An unlikely pair to be sure but clearly TLC knows what works in service to her music and she brings the two together in seamless fashion. Arriving straight from airport pick-up to her piano chair, Ms. Z brought added heft to the ensemble following intermission.

From the beginnings of the NMJF Guralnick has engaged author-poet and retired NEA executive A.B. Spellman as the festival’s scholar-in-residence. An engaging, informative inquisitor Spellman conducted a Saturday afternoon Meet The Artist interview for a robust house at the Lensic with Jack DeJohnette. Cannily beginning the session by noting the recent passing of Jack’s fellow NEAJM Charlie Haden, Spellman elicited warm remembrances of Haden/DeJohnette encounters past, including the “80/81” Pat Metheny ECM record session they shared and reminiscences on the essence of the unique personage of Charlie, whose warm legacy obviously touched many in light of the outpouring of love at his passing (scroll down for the Independent Ear’s remembrance of Charlie). The Spellman/DeJohnette conversation touched upon their shared experiences at Slug’s Saloon in Jack’s early New York days, including performing with the NEAJM Sun Ra who enjoyed a lengthy Monday night residency at the noted Alphabet City dive, and Jack’s first prominent New York gig with NEAJM Jackie McLean, who inaugurated Slug’s live music policy. Particularly vivid was Jack’s recall of an opportunity to sit in for NEAJM Elvin Jones in the monumental John Coltrane Quartet. DeJohnette informed the audience that early 2015 will see the release of the stellar Chicago Jazz Festival concert he made last year with NEAJM Muhal Richard Abrams, Roscoe Mitchell, Henry Threadgill, and bassist Larry Gray as part of the drummer’s 70th birthday year.

John Coltrane was a looming presence in DeJohnette’s NMJF residency. That evening’s concert featured his rangy trio with Ravi Coltrane on saxophones and Matthew Garrison, son of Trane’s long time bassist Jimmy, on bass guitar. In an interview with Garrison at his hotel, following the Spellman/DeJohnette session, the bassist spoke of the free nature of this trio and how their sets wove familiar themes within a largely edgy context that inevitably reached standing ovation audiences despite the unbound nature of much of their performances. The evening opened with DeJohnette manipulating his vocal mic and crash cymbal to gong-like effect, Garrison playing atmospheric bass guitar with live electronics, thoughtful Ravi alternating tenor and soprano saxes, both orbiting around the drummer’s rhythmic core. The set included DeJohnette’s “7th D”, Trane’s “Spiral”, Joe Henderson‘s classic, spacey ballad “Black Narcissus”, and the drummer’s lovely tribute to his wife of four+ decades “Lydia”. Then DeJohnette sat down at the piano, where one gains a clear connection with his drumming style. A finely spun “Blue in Green” compelled Ravi’s soprano, followed by an unexpected “Sidewinder” cleverly invoked by Garrison’s bass, sparking some knowing audience recognition of Lee Morgan‘s soul-jazz anthem by the jazz vets in the house. This was some of the most successful trio music one might experience these days, especially on an agreeable night in Santa Fe.

NEXT TIME: the 60th anniversary Newport Jazz Festival…

Some regular Independent Ear readers may recall our piece on the exceptional Washington History volume released by the Historical Society of Washington, DC last spring titled “Jazz in Washington.” That project was a labor of love for author Blair Ruble and his co-editor/publisher, Georgetown University Professor, author and cultural warrior Maurice Jackson. Prof. Jackson is a longtime friend and colleague from DC jazz circles and beyond, including our membership in a thoroughly unique DC-area jazz enthusiast/jazz scholars collective known as The Listening Group. Maurice has often talked about his warm and abiding friendship with the NEA Jazz Master Charlie Haden, who recently ascended to ancestry. Ruth Cameron, Charlie’s widow, invited Maurice to speak at Charlie’s private memorial service, where the good Professor delivered the following lovely remembrance of one of the most unique artists this music has ever known. I had to chuckle at a few of the references, fondly recalling Charlie’s telephone calls to our house where even if it was my wife answering the standard greeting was something along the lines of “Hey man, its Charlie.” Maurice has graciously consented to our publishing the remarks he delivered at Charlie Haden’s July 10 memorial service in Los Angeles.

Professor Maurice Jackson

Remembrances of Charlie Haden
By Maurice Jackson
July 20, 2014

I first met Charlie Haden in the late 1970s. He was playing at the One Step Down on Pennsylvania Ave. with the pianist and arranger Joanne Brackeen. Later he had duets there with the noted DC pianist Reuben Brown. The One Step was a cozy spot with booths and a long bar where I sat. After the gig we struck up a talk — not about music but about radical politics —and we kept talking, most often on his frequent calls to me (except when he was on the road), for over 35 years.

By the time I met him he had already gained an international reputation as a member of the legendary Ornette Coleman Quartet. And I had every record that I could find by Coleman’s group and had Charlie’s first recording with his Liberation Music Orchestra. I was just a young activist. We spoke that first night about the songs of the Spanish Civil War and the men and women who fought to defend the Spanish Republic in the 1930s that he recorded. He had interspersed some of their songs including “Los Cuatro Generales” the “Four Generals.” He became excited when I told him that once at a rally in Moscow I saw Delores Ibarruri—the famed “La Pasonaria” of the Spanish resistance. Like Ben Webster or Lester Young on the tenor sax her voice was so powerful that she seldom needed a microphone and she could belt out a speech so resonant that one could hear her in whispers on the front row or loudly in the rear, of a rally, with the same intonations.

Charlie was a man of the world who cared deeply about the world — and its environment and peoples. Too often people, especially artists, like Charlie or scholars like me — know very little of the plight of everyday human beings. Many, as the late historian and social activist, W.E.B. Du Bois once said know a lot about humanity but know little of men (and women). Charlie was different and I try to be.

Whenever he would call and even if my wife or children answered the phone they would always be greeted with the same refrain “Hey man, Its Charlie.” Over the years the topics changed. When the hearings on Clarence Thomas and his suitability for the Supreme Court were held — Charlie was glued to the proceedings. He wondered how a man who had been so convincingly portrayed by Anita Hill as a sexual harasser could be nominated for the land’s highest Court. Charlie felt the discrimination suffered by women, especially African American women. He had a deep appreciation of their role in history and in music. He loved playing with DC’s own Shirley Horn, and with the Howard University trained pianist Geri Allen who joins us today [at Charlie’s services]. He was close to and recorded with Abbey Lincoln and with Alice Coltrane the widow of John Coltrane, and a grand musician in her own right. He had a special relationship with their son saxophonist Ravi Coltrane who he also taught at Cal Arts, where he founded the jazz program.

Over the years when any big political event occurred he would call. Because of his disdain of US policies in Latin America especially during the Iran-Contra hearings he recorded another album with the Liberation Music Orchestra, “Not in Our Name.” He also recorded partly at my own suggestion the Chilean resistance song “The People United Will Never be Defeated” and the anthem of the African National Congress, of South Africa “Nkosi SikeleL’I Afrika.”

Charlie helped me understand the role of jazz in changing society and I regularly teach a course “Jazz and Human Rights” at Georgetown University about the social origins and the effect of the music on society. He and Hank Jones recorded “Spirituals, Folksongs and Hymns,” (1995) and “Come Sunday.” (2012) I was honored when he asked me to write the liner notes for both CD’s. He performed these songs twice at Georgetown, in 1995 with Mr. Jones and in 2009 with NEA Jazz master Kenny Barron and I accompanied he and Hank when they preformed them at Duke University in 2007. It was always a pleasure being with Hank and Charlie both NEA jazz masters and Downbeat Hall of Fame inductees. They were both teetotalers and would tell the corniest jokes, and we all fell out laughing with them.

I wrote a letter to the National Endowment for the Arts to nominate Charlie for the NEA Jazz Master’s honor. He did not receive it the first time. He asked me not to bother with submitting a letter the next year. I ignored him and the next year he was inducted at a grand ceremony at the Lincoln Center chaired by its musical director, Wynton Marsalis. Charlie was ill and could not attend so his daughter Petra, the singer and violinist, read a message from him. The noted NY Daily News columnist and Charlie Parker biographer Stanley Crouch said introductory words for Charlie. Some time later I got a message from an old friend in NYC who sent me an article, in the NY Daily News, by Mr. Crouch in praise of Anthony Benezet, the French born Huguenot turned Quaker (1713-1784) who had fled France, gone to Philadelphia and became an international leader against slavery and the slave trade and founder of a school to educate Blacks. I had written a book Let this Voice Be Heard: Anthony Benezet Father of Atlantic Abolitionism about Benezet and Charlie quietly made sure that Mr. Crouch got a copy. Charlie, for me, was made of the same cloth as the antiracist Quaker, Benezet. In the parlance of Black people, like me, who have witnessed so much inequality, poverty, hatred and bigotry and have seen too few whites willing to fight for justice “they were 2 good white men.”

There is so much to be done
on earth, do it soon!
I cannot carry on the everyday life I am living;
art demands this sacrifice too.
Rest, diversion, amusement –
only so that I can
function more powerfully in my art.
– Ludwig Van Beethoven, 1814 (from The Quotable Musician by Sheila E. Anderson)

In my work with artists and as a presenter I’m forever seeking new angles and advanced means of bringing creative music to the public. A recent post from trumpeter-composer Taylor Ho Bynum, whose work I know primarily from his participation in NEA Jazz Master Anthony Braxton‘s projects, detailed what I found to be a unique effort at engaging more people and potentially new audiences in his original music expressions. It seems Mr. Bynum is something of a cycling devotee… so much so that he is about to embark upon a West Coast tour, traveling literally from the Pacific Northwest to Mexico, armed with his bike, his gear and his trumpet. Along the way he’ll make strategic stops at an array of venues to engage with resident artists in various configurations, spreading the joy of music on the pedal. This was too good to pass up, I had to ask some questions.

How did you come up with this bike tour idea? Will you be traveling alone and how did you plot your travel route?
Partly the bike tour idea happened simply because I love playing music and I enjoy biking. But there are a lot of other inspiration/instigations. The usual experience of touring as a musician is rather surreal – you visit wonderful places, but you only see the airport, the venue, and the hotel. You never have a chance to really experience the areas you’re playing in. By traveling by bicycle, you really get to feel the geography, the people, the vibe of a place. And the creative mind is so much fresher after traveling through forests, beaches, mountains, then if you spent the whole time in a plane or car; it opens up a different kind of meditative/contemplative/aware improvisational mindset. Also, there are so many places in the US where I never get to perform; this gets me out of the big cities and meeting and playing for people in other locales.

I will be traveling alone, though happy if someone tags along for a day or two. I’ll be hooking up with musician friends in many of the larger cities (Vancouver, Seattle, Portland, Bay Area, Los Angeles) for some of the concerts, but will also be playing a lot of spontaneous solos in whatever interesting places I find myself.

As far as plotting the route – once I settled on the West Coast (I had also considered cross country, but there are such long stretches without any kind of gig possibilities that way – I also like the symbolism of border to border as much as coast to coast) the route is pretty self-evident. Though I did take the advice to ride north to south, supposedly the headwinds are much in your favor in that direction.

Once you determined that this was viable, how did you build your schedule of performance activities?
I reached out to various musicians all along the coast, either old friends or folks I was interested in playing with for the first time, and while not everyone I hoped to collaborate with was available, many of them were, and that formed the basic skeleton of the tour. I also had some nice anchor gigs that solidified the itinerary – in a bit of luck, the Angel City Jazz Festival in Los Angeles coincided with my tour plans, and they were interested in both my group and Anthony Braxton’s ensemble that I play in, so that helped define the endpoint. Then much of the schedule is still undefined – I look forward to the surprise moments of music along the journey.

This is such a thoroughly unique idea – at least in my experience – but from the photo I saw of you on your bike, clearly you’re an experienced cyclist. And obviously this is not suitable for someone who just rides in the park on weekends or some musician who pedals down to Sam Ash for a box of reeds to avoid rush hour traffic. What’s been your training regimen for this tour?
I love biking, but I must admit I’m not one of those hard core guys with the fancy gear and super fast bike. I’m kind of a slow and steady rider rather than a speedy one. So my training (which I have to say, has been harder this time around as I’m pushing 40 – among other things, this experience is helping me come to grips with the realities of not being quite as young anymore) is basically just getting on the bike a lot, taking long rides around my hometown of New Haven. Ideally I should be doing at least 150-200 miles a week by now, with a freelance musician schedule it’s hard to be totally consistent but I’m getting there.

Our intrepid biker is a frequent collaborator on NEA Jazz Master Anthony Braxton’s projects

Given the variety of musical collaborations you have scheduled along your tour, what do you ultimately hope to achieve musically with this Bike Tour?
I’m really thrilled by the artistic variety of this trip, so many musicians I’m looking forward to collaborating with, and I love mixing it up from orchestra compositions to small ensembles to solos. But in a way, I see the entire 5-weeks and 1800 miles as a single composition – I often like composing suites, so this is the biggest, longest one I’ve ever tried. Each concert is its own movement, but I like the idea of the whole musical experience, however diverse each section may be, coming together under one overarching idea/concept.

Would you recommend other artists look for such unique ways to bring their artistry to diverse communities?
I wouldn’t necessarily recommend for every musician to jump on a bike, the particulars of this project just happen to fit my interests and aesthetic. But I do think it is past time for us as musicians to be as creative in the context of how we present our music as we try to be in the music itself. We need to experiment with new ideas in where we play, how it is presented, how we got to the gig, what kind of audience we’re playing for. For me, doing this kind of tour gives me the chance to connect to a new audience, gives me the chance to talk about my music in a different way, to help a new listener understand the analogy I see between the process of taking a long bike journey and the process of improvisational navigation through structured compositional form. My ideal audience is one that comes to the music free of preconceptions but open to explore a new experience – if the story of me biking to the concert helps them embrace that mindset, the project is a success.

Taylor Ho Bynum Bike Tour schedule (as of 6/27/14)
Thursday, August 28: Sunset solo at Wreck Beach, Vancouver, BC

Friday, August 29: Duo with Francois Houle (clarinet). The Apartment, 119B E Pender St, Vancouver, BC.

Saturday, August 30: Ensemble with Lisa Cay Miller (piano) and other musicians tba. China Cloud, 524 Main St, Vancouver, BC.

Wednesday, September 3: Quartet with Cuong Vu (trumpet), Carmen Rothwell (bass), and Dylan van der Schyff (drums). The Royal Room, 5000 Rainier Ave S, Seattle, WA.

Sunday, September 7: The Portland Jazz Composers Ensemble, 12-piece ensemble led by Douglas Detrick (trumpet). Central Hotel, 8608 N Lombard St, Portland, OR.

Friday, September 12: Duo with Gregg Moore (tuba), Arcata, CA. House concert, rsvp required.

Tuesday, September 16: OrcheSperry, 14-piece ensemble led by Phillip Greenlief (saxophone). Berkeley Arts, 2133 University Ave, Berkeley, CA.

Wednesday, September 17: Quartet with James Fei (saxophone), Lisa Mezzacappa (bass), and Jordan Glenn (drums), performing the ‘70s quartet music of Anthony Braxton. Duende, 468 19th St, Oakland, CA.

Friday, September 19: Duos with Myra Melford (piano).Center for New Music, 55 Taylor St, San Francisco, CA.

Saturday, September 27: Anthony Braxton Trio, with Braxton (saxophones, electronics) and Kyoko Kitamura (voice). Angel City Jazz Festival, Zipper Hall, 200 South Grand Ave, Los Angeles, CA.

Sunday, September 28: 7-tette with Nicole Mitchell (flute), Michael Dessen (trombone), Jeff Gauthier (violin), Jeff Parker (guitar), Mark Dresser (bass), and Alex Cline (drums). Angel City Jazz Festival, Barnsdall Art Park Gallery Theater, 4800 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA.

Monday, September 29: Duo with Mark Dresser (bass).Saddleback College, 28000 Marguerite Pkwy, Mission Viejo, CA.

Tuesday, September 30: Sunset solo at Border Field State Park, San Diego, CA.

Wednesday, October 1: Sunrise solo, Playas de Tijuana, Mexico.

Here’s a performance from a previous Taylor Ho Bynum “Acoustic bicycle tour: