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Crate Digging with BILL MILKOWSKI

 A recent edition of DownBeat magazine detailed in part a new project to release Newport Jazz Festival performances online.  The project is being undertaken by a company called Wolfgang’s Vault, and they’ve had the good sense to engage longtime jazz scribe Bill Milkowski as their intrepid "crate digger", trolling through the rich archives of recorded Newport performances for viable nuggets for online availability.  The news seemed to require a bit broader investigation than was afforded by the item in DB, so I sought out Milkowski to fill in some blanks. 

How vast is this Newport Jazz Festival stock of live recordings?

There’s over 1,000 taped performances in various forms, from 1/4 inch mono or stereo recordings to 1/2 inch 3-track and 4-track recordings to 1-inch 8-track recordings and DAT tapes.  The collection spans from 1955 (the second year of the Newport Jazz Festival) to 2008, with a few holes in there.  Not every single performance is included in the collection.  For example, Duke Ellington’s historic 1956 Newport performance (the one with Paul Gonsalves’ 27-chorus solo on "Diminuendo in Blue") and John Coltrane’s Newport ’63 are not in the collection.  I suspect that the respective record companies, Columbia and Impulse! have them.  And there are a few other holes along the way.  But aside from those few gaps, the sheer scope of the collection is overwhelming.

What’s your general process of investigating these performance recordings, step-by-step?

First the tapes were shipped by truck from storage at Iron Mountain (a holding facility) and brought to the Manhattan headquarters of Wolfgang’s Vault, where the process of digital conversion takes place.  The carts containing the tapes were all shrink-wrapped to protect them from jostling on the trip and, more importantly, from humidity, which is the big enemy of magnetic tape.  Upon arriving at Wolfgang’s Vault NYC headquarters (on 7th Avenue between 30th & 31st in Manhattan) the tapes were then placed on several shelves in a humidity-controlled room on the fifth floor where the temperaturee remains a constant 68 degrees.  Generally, with archival projects like this one, tapes often have to be baked in expensive ovens at 125 degrees for 12 hours to preserve them.  With older tapes, particularly those from the 70s and the 80s, the glue that binds the backing to the magnetic tape breaks down, which can cause the tape to stick to the heads on the machines so that they won’t play.  But because so many of these older Newport tapes fro the 50s and 60s are acetate, we didn’t have to bake them.  The next task is assessing the treasure trove of tapes to see what is actually there and what obstacles might be encountered during the digital transfer process.

The reel-to-reel analog tapes are being digitally convererted on MacIntosh computerrs using Logic Pro, captured in 24 bit at 192K.  These original reel-to-reel tape boxes contain some handwritten notes about the contents.  In some cases, song titles are actually provided (and in more than a few cases, the titles provided are incorrect).  Often, the writing on the tape boxes is very brief or entirely cryptic.  One box I looked at only contained the handwritten words: "Ella , ’60."  In the digital transferring process, tape editors are taking thorough notes about the quality of the performances, indicating sonic problems that might occur in the middle of a song (a piece of equipment dropped on stage, a loud plane overhead, someone inadvertently bumping a microphone creating a sudden "thud").  They’re also listening for any song titles that might be spoken by the bandleader on stage or personnel that may or may not be introduced by the emcees (usually Willis Conover from Voice of America in the early days, sometimes George Wein himself).  

They jot down what information they can glean from stage announcements (if there are any) and include them in their digital editing report, which then comes to me.  That’s when the sleuthing begins.  I listen to each set of music and determine song titles and also try to figure out personnel, which can be tricky if the bandleader doesn’t make any announcements.  It can also get tricky if the bandleader is feeling frisky and makes a joke on mic about a song title (as Woody Herman did on a 1955 tape where he jokingly called the famous Jimmy Guiffre song "Four Sisters" instead of "Four Brothers").  The digital editors doing the transfers are all well-meaning and studious but they also happen to be in their 20s and are not that up on their jazz history, so often they take this kind of thing literally and write down whatever the bandleader might say on mic (which in the case of Wild Bill Davison or Wingy Manone might be utterly, drunkenly tongue-in-cheek).  That’s where I come in.  And if the editors don’t hear any song titles listed, they’ll just pass on the tracks to me with "Unknown" as a song title.  (More often than not, I’ll get a concert with 8 out of the 10 tunes listed as "Unknown," and I’ll have to fill in the blanks.)  I do happen to know a lot of these tunes off the top of my head, but sometimes it does require a real Sherlock Holmes effort to get the correct information on these tracks, particularly on stuff from the 50s that I might not be as well versed on.

Have you found yourself in any way "stumped" by some of these recordings?  If so, how do you go about next step investigation?

Yes, I’ve had a few cases where it’s taken me as much as three days to come up with the title of a single mystery track.  There was one Stan Getz concert from 1964 where he gave up the stage to the Brazilian singer-songwriter-guitarist he had been collaborating with at the time named Carlos Lyra.  The whole band leaves the stage and this guy is left to entertain the crowd by playing and singing his own tunes (in Portuguese), with no introductions or anything from Getz.  So after much research online, I found a website that had Carlos Lyras’ lyrics (in Portuguese).  Going meticulously from song to song in his collection of 200 more tunes he had composed, I matched up what I heard phoenetically with what I was reading online, eventually determining that one tune was "Quem Quiser Encontrar O Amor," another was "Lugar Bonito" and the third was "Aruanda."  It took a helluva long time, and I do not speak Portuguese.  But I do have very good ears and was able to pick out sounds and phoenetically match them to song titles. 

There was another case of a Stan Kenton big band tune from 1959 that I did not recognize.  It was very uncharacteristically straight ahead and in the pocket, very much in a Basie tradition.  I searched through all the Kenton recordings I had at home and went online to listen to many more (at www.lastfm.com) or snippets of tunes at www.allmusic.com, but I just could not place this tune.  Perhaps he had never recorded it.  And strangely, he didn’t announce the title from the stage.  Of course, the whole thrust of Kenton’s music was that it was very un-Basie-like in its rhythms and harmonies.  But this one sounded like something from the Atomic Basie album.  After racking my brain for two days, I finally Googled "Stan Kenton fan clubs" and got the email of a guy in West Virginia, who was able to steer me in the right direction and help me identify the bluesy mystery track as "Kingfish."  I had a couple of similar scenarios with very obscure Basie and Maynard Ferguson tracks, along with one Brubeck track that really stumped me for days.

Have there been any real surprises among what you’ve discovered?

Every day that I put on headphones up at the Vault, I am surprised by something.  Sometimes it’s unlikely pairings of musicians, other times it’s profoundly moving performances or spontaneous hijinks on stage.  I was very surprised to hear Maynard Ferguson’s performance at the 1959 Newport. It documented the rare meeting of Joe Zawinul and Wayne Shorter, whose [Maynard] tenures overlapped for a short period.  Joe had just come over from Austria on a scholarship to the Berkee College of Music in Boston.  He dropped out after two months to go on the road with Maynard.  Shortly thereafter, Wayne Shorter came onto the band and remained for a few weeks before joining the Jazz Messengers.  The recent Mosaic box set of Maynard Ferguson big band documents 1959 performances from May (before Wayne joined the band) and in October (after he split) and nothing in between.  This Newport gig was in July.  So it’s a rare document of these two profound forces coming together again on Miles‘ In a Silent Way and eventually form Weather Report.  

In terms of individual performances, I was surprised by the sheer power and bluesy majesty of Dinah Washington from the 1955 Newport festival, swinging her way through "Pennies from Heaven" and rocking the house on the proto-rock ‘n’ roll number "Such a Night."  There’s an incredible performance by the Max Roach-Clifford Brown quintet from the ’55 festival and I was also surprised by the emotional depth of Dakota Staton, who I hadn’t heard that much of.  Her ’59 performance is powerful and transcendent.  I’ve also gained a newfound appreciation for dixieland cats like trumpeter Bobby Hackett (a perennial figure at Newport from its inception), clarinetists Peanuts Hucko and Pee Wee Russell, trumpeters Max Kaminsky and Wingy Manone.  

From ’64 there’s an amazing solo drum showcase of Papa Jo Jones playing "Old Man River" along with a riveting performance by Max Roach and Abbey Lincoln (with Clifford Jordan and Eddie Kahn) of Freedom Now Suite, which must’ve scared half of the Newport patrons out of their seats.  That presidential election year (the same year that Dizzy ran a mock campaign for the White House) also featured a very politically-charged set by Oscar Brown Jr., including a rendition of his incisively witty protest song "Fort Acres and a Mule."  That was kind of a revelation.  I had only known him from "Dat Dere."  Who knew he was such an activist?  As he told the crowd before starting his set.  "Ya’ll thought you were coming here for a concert.  I got news for you, this is a political rally!"

I guess the surprises are in hearing this music fresh as it was happening in the moment, being presented for the first time to the Newport audiences.  Like Horace Silver, who announces during his ’59 set, "Now we’re going to play a new one we just recorded called "Cookin’ at the Continental."  And they proceed to launch into an exhilarating rendition of that uptempo burner with Junior Cook and Blue Mitchell leading the way.

What’s posted online thus far, and what else can we expect in the coming months?

So far we’ve put up 1959 in its entirety, which includes some great performances from Thelonious Monk, an absolutely brilliant set by the Count Basie Orchestra featuring guest appearances by Joe Williams and "the new vocal sensation, Lambert, Hendricks & Ross," along with killing sets by Horace Silver, the Jazz Messengers, Ahmad Jamal, Jimmy Smith, Oscar Peterson, Dizzy and the Modern Jazz Quartet.  They’ve also posted some stuff from 1960, including a very fascinating Sunday afternoon lecture/demonstration on the blues narrated by Langston Hughes and featuring Muddy Waters, Otis Spann, and John Lee Hooker.  Also already up from ’60 are great performances by the Dave Brubeck Quartet (right on the heels of such great success from 1959’s Time Out album), the Gerry Mulligan tentet, a full, scintillating set from Lambert, Hendricks & pss (following up on the success of 1959’s The Swingers) and great set by Dizzy’s quintet featuring James Moody

There’s also a gala Louis Armstrong All-Stars set with some great contributions from fellow New Orleanian and longtime Ellington sideman Barny Bigard and also from trombonist Trummy Young.  There’s also another afternoon lecture/demonstration on the art of stride piano hosted by Rudi Blesh and featuring Eubie Blake, Willie "The Lion" Smith and Donald Lambert that is very entertaining and informative.  And there’s a magnificent Ray Charles set from ’60 that will knock your socks off, along with great sets by Tyree Glenn, Oscar Peterson, Herbie Mann and the Benny Golson-Art Farmer Jazztet, along with many others.  And it’s all good.

In the coming months we’ll be posting stuff from 1964 (great stuff I already alluded to — Max/Abbey, Oscar Brown Jr.) along with sets from Sarah Vaughan, Jimmy Smith, Ben Webster, and J.J. Johnson.  There’s also some great stuff upcoming from 1965 (Cecil Taylor, MJQ, Paul Bley, Lee Konitz, Albert Mangelsdorff, Atilla Zoller, and Carmen McRae) and some amazing stuff from ’66 (Trane with Alice, Jimmy Garrison, Rashied; Miles, Dizzy) and ’67 (Gary Burton Quartet, Don Ellis big band, John Handy with Pat Martino; Illinois Jacquet, Earl Hines).  I jumped ahead and got a taste of some killing fusion stuff from the ’70s — Tony Williams Lifetime, Weather Report, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Miles Agharta/Pangea band.  And also some of the concerts listed from the ’80s.  There’s so much stuff ahead that I very well could have this gig for the rest of my life.

What’s been the most rewarding aspect of this project for you?

Just hearing this stuff as it’s coming "hot off the presses," so to speak.  I clamp on the headphones and I’ve got a front row seat at Newport in ’55, ’56, ’59, ’60, ’64.  It’s been an amazing ride and so rewarding to hear all these brilliant musicians really stretching out in a live setting.  I also take some sense of satisfaction in seeing people getting turned on to these great sounds via the website (WWW.WOLFGANGSVAULT.COM).  Judging by the feedback the site has already gotten, this is truly a treasure trove of "new" stsuff to discover.  And for jazz historians, it is considered an important service that we’re providing.  And that’s been a really rewarding aspect of this gig for me. 

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Crate digging with EUGENE HOLLEY, JR.

 Writer Eugene Holley — Wilmington’s own — is one who’s always first-rate commentary I take personal pride in.  I’ve watched his development closely, ever since we worked together in developing the National Jazz Service Organization during the first stages of my directorship.  Eugene’s latest liner notes enhance NEA Jazz Master Ahmad Jamal’s superb latest record "A Quiet Time" (Dreyfus).  Eugene has always been someone with a great thirst for the music in its recorded medium, including vintage vinyl, so it was a natural for him to contribute to our ongoing Crate Digging series.

Eugene (far left) & friends

Back in the mid-1980s when CDs began their market dominance, some hasty music lovers liquidated their vinyl collections.  Considering that you may have been a consumer/beneficiary of some of that tasty vinyl, was that an impetuous, foolish move on the part of those sellers?

Well, you’re talking to someone whose maternal grandmother lived to be 102, and talked about how she went from cylinder recordings and 78s to Lps and 45s.  So for me, it was just business as usual for those sellers to adapt to the new technology. For a long time, I didn’t get rid of my LPs, mainly because I was still attached to them from a romantic and physical standpoint, because of the artwork and the liner notes.  Now, as time went on and many of the LPs I had were being converted to CD, often with extra tracks, my nostalgia for LPs wore off and I slowly got rid of the LPs that were being reissued as CDs.  Also, there was another factor: CDs are superior to LPs when you’re on the air!  I was working at the now-defunct WDCU-FM in DC and I can’t tell you how much easlier it was to carry those smaller CDs around (laughs).  [And the jazz radio guys say: Amen to that!]

What is it about vinyl recordings that continue to hold fascination for you?

No question, the warmth of analog sound!  Miles Davis Kind of Blue sounds better on LP, especially Miles’ Harmon mute, which sounds less metallic on the old format.  Now, I should be honest and admit that probably because I was born in the sixties, my ears are biased to the LP sound.  When I encounter younger people, they don’t hear what I hear.  Also, again as I said before, you can see the album art better, as well as the liner notes.  Plus, the LPs made for great wall posters!

Now that MP3 is a reality — not to mention whatever Dizzy Gillespie’s formats the technocrats may cook up in the future — has vinyl receded even further in the rearview mirror, ala the 78 rpm format?

That depends on what one does with the music.  If you like listening to music in your home, and you don’t mind turning the record every twenty or twenty-five minutes, or if you’re a hip-hop DJ, then LPs are your thing.  Now, if you listen to music on the move, in your car, or if you’re programming a playlist for a radio show or your iPod, well the LP is definitely obsolete, and the MP3/digital formats are supreme.  It’s not even close!  So in that sense yes, Lps belong in the past.

As a collector, what kinds of rare vinyl recordings attract your attention?

What I look for now are LPs that I know will probably not be available in the digital format any time soon.  And I also look for LPs that have artwork that can’t be reproduced digitally.  For example: Dizzy Gillespie’s 1962 release The New Continent on Limelight Records, has an incredible gatefold configuration patterned after ancient Mayan hieroglyphs. 

Dizzy’s The New Continent (Limelight)

Another favorite LP with a similar gatefold design is Ahmad Jamal’s Portfolio of Ahmad Jamal — released on the Chess/Cadet [Argo imprint] label in 1958.  I also love looking for old Latin jazz/Cuban LPs from artists like Machito, Tito Puente, Cachao, Noro Morales — people like that.  I would find those LPs in a lot of book stores in New York.

Bluebook and other ratings systems which rate the "book" value of supposed rarities aside, what in your gaze truly constitutes a "rare" vinyl record find from your collector’s perspective?

The first thing you have to consider is whether the LP is available in the digital format.  Then you have to see where that LP fits in the historical continuum: was it ever commercially issued?  Is it a bootleg?  Unless someonee unleashes a private recording of an artist at a live date, unissued studio recordings are becoming rarer these days.

Besides the rare items, when you hit the stacks do you generally have a "wish list" in mind or are you so intrepid that you simply delight in the process purely in hopes of uncovering some useful nugget?

I’ve been crate digging for three decades, so at this point no, I don’t have a wish list per se.  But yes, when I was record searching in the eighties and the nineties in DC, Atlanta, and New York, I must say that I indeed did do the detective work involved with finding that rare and out-of-print recording.  Now, for better or worse, because of the internet, it’s much easier to find things.  So, as B.B. King says "the thrill is gone" (laughs).

Talk about some of your recent vinyl "finds" and what it is about those records that attracted your interest sufficiently enough to cop a purchase.

The last LP I found, after searching for a long time, was the Fathers and Sons LP from Columbia, released in 1982, that featured Ellis, Wynton and Branford Marsalis, and Von and Chico Freeman (there’s a BAD version of "Nostalgic Impressions").  I found that record at Second Story Books in DC.

 

What have been your favorite sources or retail outlets for vinyl crate digging — whether that be stores, private collections, garage sales, record conventions, or some other source?

When I was in DC. Orpheus Records (Georgetown) was the place to go, and Joe’s Record Paradise in Silver Spring.  When I worked at WCLK in Atlanta, Wuxtry’s was the spot, and when I lived in New York The Jazz Record Center in Manhattan was definitely the place to go — hands down!  [check for our recent Crate Digging feature with Fred Cohen on The Jazz Record Center].  I also should mention the Princeton Record Exchange in New Jersey.  Now, most of the outlets also have websites and you can order online, which saves you travel time.  Also, there’s Ebay and Alibris.com, an excellent website for out-of-print books and CDs.

Any further thoughts or insights on the subject of Crate Digging?

The good news is that because of communications in the twenty-first century, one can virtually find any recording they want.  It may not be as glamorous today hunting for that special LP as it was back in the day, but that’s the price of progress. 

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The Legacy of Freddie Hubbard

 The attitude pendulum towards creative artists most often swings most heavily — as it should — to the enormity of their gifts with the passage of time for those whose careers were marked by questionable behavior.  Our collective memory tends to soften towards those guilty of even the most egregious behavioral lapses after they’ve passed on to ancestry, and as time allows us the opportunity to ponder what they left here for us to learn; their respective human frailties are dealt with a relative shrug or even softened into outright humor.  Such seems increasingly the case with one of the greatest trumpeters in the history of American music, Frederick Dewayne Hubbard, bka Freddie Hubbard. Freddie has been an increasing topic of conversation and artistic re-examination recently, at least in my travels.  And let’s face it, though nowhere near joining any sort of rogues gallery of jazz, Freddie Hubbard was guilty of his share of knucklehead behavior and judgment lapses during his time.  

On the offstage occasions when I encountered Hubbard at the peak of his powers, either for an interview or in the capacity of a presenter, he was at best a bit mercurial.  At once supremely confident in his own brilliance, he sometimes appeared to labor under the withering glare of Miles Davis — who was often hypercritical of Hubbard, seemingly in the manner of a disappointed dad.  The fusion successes of peers Herbie Hancock and Chick Corea seemed to raise some jealousy issues; he tried in vain to emulate their crossover success and in so doing found himself instead falling out of favor with the cognoscenti, who dismissed out of hand his late period CTI and smoothie Columbia albums.  Hold on a minute Mr. Hardcore, those first few CTI releases were grits & gravy for this college undergrad, they burned up more than a few dorm room turntables. 

Then we come to the troubling matter of his sad last few years of diminshed capacity.  Until the real story of his overblowing lip ailments were revealed in DownBeat, more than a few of us wondered why his playing was suddenly so weak and had almost completely diminshed the roaring flame that had stoked his playing through several different incarnations, from Open Sesame (Blue Note) through the early CTI releases when he was a pillar of jazz trumpet excellence.  (Come to think of it, perhaps Miles was irked that Hubbard’s physical powers outstripped his introverted charms.)  Even in his “smooth” moments on those otherwise forgettable Columbia releases, the majesty of Freddie Hubbard was still available in glimpses. 

Hubbard’s last decade or so was another story.  Missing his majestic horn, I recall discussing his diminshed capacity with more than a few musicians.  I vividly remember Jackie McLean shaking his head at Freddie’s failure to heed sage advice about getting his chops back together by working with the man known as an ace trumpet “doctor” of sorts, educator William Fielder.  Instead of taking a much-needed break and working diligently at rebuilding his embochure, it seems Freddie foolishly soldiered on until his capacity was but a dim flame from the roaring bonfire he’d once been.  Let’s call this knucklehead behavior to be kind.

Freddie has been popping up a bit in my consciousness most recently through a series of recollections.  The first came a few weeks ago when the National Jazz Museum in Harlem held one of its Tuesday evening Jazz for Curious Listeners forums at their Visitor’s Center on 126th Street in East Harlem.  That evening, with bassist and museum co-director Christian McBride holding court, the subject was the legacy of Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers.  The informants were two latter-day Messengers, tenor man Javon Jackson and trumpeter Brian Lynch.  The conversation inevitably turned to Hubbard because McBride and Jackson had been part of Freddie’s late-period ensembles, and being of the generation that came of age in the 1980s and 90s, as a trumpeter and a Messenger Lynch was indelibly influenced by Hubbard.  For their generation Hubbard and Lee Morgan were  pillars of trumpet expression; the Hubbard v.s. Morgan argument rages on as to who was the more powerful exponent of his instrument.  On this evening Hubbard was the unquestioned champion, at least for these three gentlemen.

Then recently, as part of my ongoing investigation into the Lost Jazz Shrines of Brooklyn being fostered by the Weeksville Heritage Center (see an earlier Independent Ear post for details), I had the great pleasure of interviewing bassist (and Hubbard’s Indianapolis homeboy) Larry Ridley and pianist Harold Mabern.  The subject was that classic example of hard bop trumpet playing, the April 9 & 10, 1965 performances at Brooklyn’s Club La Marchal that yielded the aptly titled Blue Note two volume recordings The Night of The Cookers

Ridley and Mabern were at the time regular members of Hubbard’s quintet (along with another Naptowner on alto, James Spaulding, and drummer Pete LaRoca).  They fondly recalled that seminal moment in jazz, when Hubbard and Morgan battled it out for trumpet supremacy, each a player of enormous chops and physical stamina; Morgan that evening was a guest of Hubbard.  Lee’s sad demise a mere seven years later, at the hand of a jilted lover — Frankie & Johnny writ large –on a gig night at Slugs no less, is the stuff of jazz lore.  At the museum conversation McBride suggested that Morgan, the slickster from Philly, had once teased Hubbard as a bumpkin on the latter’s New York arrival.  It was obviously serious business on The Night of The Cookers as Freddie had clearly proven himself a more than worthy contender by that juncture.

Saturday, April 10, three days after the anniversary of Freddie’s birth, the Smithsonian Jazz Masterworks Orchestra presented a program titled “Hub-Tones”, The Life of Freddie Hubbard.  Skillfully navigated by one of the DC area’s finest, trumpeter and obvious Hubbard acolyte, Tom Williams (who is also a worthy drummer), the program was an accurate (if somewhat incomplete) shapshot of Freddie Hubbard, particularly for those in attendance who were familiarizing themselves with this seminal trumpeter.  Piloting a band including the fiery alto saxophonist Antonio Parker, big-toned tenor man Tedd Baker, trombonist Bill Holmes (whose contributions gave the ensembles a nice heft), pianist Harry Appelman, ace bassist James King, and SJMO executive producer Ken Kimery at the tubs, Williams built a comprehensive program of Hub-Tones.  Williams reached back to Freddie’s debut release Open Sesame, and pulled up Tina Brooks’ “Gypsy Blue” for his opener.  Included also were such gems from Freddie’s experience as Wayne Shorter’s “This is For Albert,” from the Jazz Messengers book, and an “Up Jumped Spring” gem that brought out Williams buttery flugelhorn, where his attack most succinctly recalled Hubbard. 

The Red Clay date, an obvious favorite of Williams, yielded its two diamonds, “Red Clay” and “Intrepid Fox.”  The former groove orientation driving the combustible altoist Antonio Parker, who is one of the real comers on his instrument.  Williams tied Hubbard’s career together through a series of between tunes narratives, though for my money he brushed off Hubbard’s forays into free jazz territory, offering not one selection from those explorations.  Granted, sampling something from Coltrane’s Ascensions, or Ornette Coleman’s Free Jazz, both with liberal Hubbard contributions, may have been a bit heavy for the occasion.  But surely Williams could have comfortably included a selection from Freddie’s contributions to Eric Dolphy’s seminal Out To Lunch, or the overlooked anti-war disc Hubbard made with synthesist Ilhan Mimaroglu Sing Me a Song of Songmy.  On the other hand, let’s not pick nits with what wasn’t on the program;,simply chalk it up to mild omission.

A friend seated in my row at Baird Auditorium on this evening recalled what may have been his last time seeing Freddie, when the trumpeter kicked his drummer’s kit offstage in a childish fit of anger.  As I said, knucklehead-ism sometimes got the best of Freddie.  But history will be kind to the enormity of his skills, and the lovely pallet of colors in his book.  I’m just happy Mr. Hubbard was able to enjoy some of the fruits towards the end, receiving a well-deserved NEA Jazz Masters award, followed up in March 2007 by a Kennedy Center jazz master designation.  Long live Hub-Tones!!!

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A jazz festival in enchanting Barcelona

 Yes indeed, in addition to it’s abundant charms, the capital of Catalonia, Barcelona, situated on the northeastern coast of Spain’s Iberian Peninsula, also boasts an auspicious jazz festival.  At a luncheon as part of last January’s Association of Performing Arts Presenters’ jazz component, I had the pleasure of meeting the director of the Barcelona Jazz Festival, Joan Cararach.  My experience with European jazz festivals barely scratches the surface: several experiences at Umbria Jazz (Italy; summer and winter editions), two journeys to the Istanbul Jazz Festival, and several beautiful days at Barcelona Jazz Festival’s younger cousin the San Sebastian Jazz Festival.  Fascination with the inner workings of jazz festivals runs deep in this corner.  Clearly some questions were in order for the affable Mr. Cararach.  After unnecessarily apologizing for his command of the English language, Cararach obliged.

Scene from a Barcelona Jazz Festival venue

What is the history of the Barcelona Jazz Festival.

The Barcelona Jazz Festival was founded in 1966.  It was the first professional jazz festival in Spain, with artists like Dave Brubeck (the first concert), Max Roach, Sonny Rollins, Stan Getz with Astrud Gilberto, the great and underrated Tete Montoliu, etc.  It was born thanks to the private initiative, not sustained with public money, and it’s still the same story.  It’s really a weird situation in Europe and especially in Spain, where all the jazz festivals are sustained by public money.

From my observations in print, along with endeavoring to present great music and artists, you are also concerned with presenting programs that feature scholars, journalists, and others talking about jazz history or issues related to jazz.  Is that a major component of this festival, and how do you think such programs enhance the event?

Of course such programs enhance the festival.  Scholars, journalists and others talking about jazz history or issues related to jazz are an essential part of our program.  The people talking at our festival (critics) Bob Blumenthal, Nate Chinen, Stanley Crouch, Gary Giddins, Ashley Kahn, Bill Milkowski, Dan Ouellette, Ben Ratliff, (record men) Bruce Lundvall and Francois Zalacain, (musician-author) Ned Sublette, among many others) are like the people playing in our festival.  Jazz is music, of course, but it is also people analyzing issues related to jazz.  It’s also a good counterweight to the lack of good cultural criticism and journalism in Spain.  The famous story about Larry Ochs, for instance, is a great example of silly journalism converted into news.  Incidentally the Ochs story was written by the same [Spanish] journalist/critic who only wrote this line about a Joe Lovano concert: "Musician without ideas and with all technique."  A true musicologist, as you can see,

 

How is the Barcelona Jazz Festival supported financially?

We have a budget around 1.4 million euros (1.91 million USD today).  The main sponsor is people paying for tickets (50%).  We have also a beer, Voll-Damm, as our main sponsor and other sponsorships covering around 34% of the budget.  And 16% of public money coming from the Barcelona City Council, the Generalitat (government in Catalonia) and the Spanish government.

What are your plans for the 2010 Barcelona Jazz Festival?

Survive.  Sell tickets.  Show people how different is jazz, how big is the music we can include under the label "jazz".  Have great musical experiences with one of the best audiences in the world.

We’ll start with Sonny Rollins on November 3rd, so this year we’ll focus on a lot of sax players.  Sonny will also be the third recipient of our Gold Medal Award, after Bebo Valdes (2008) and Wayne Shorter (2009).  And planning a special project to celebrate Gil Evans/Miles Davis "Sketches of Spain" — [a] slightly different "Sketches of Spain".  And we’ll come back to the States, to NY, and I hope to other cities.  Our transatlantic experience last year (with Chano Dominguez at Jazz Standard in NY) was more than great.

How do you envision the Barcelona Jazz Festival developing into the future?

Keeping the same path, along with our main sponsor, the public.  A great lesson: jazz is not dead, and the public is not always idiot[ic].

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Randy Weston’s 84th

Photo: Oumar Fall

 Last Tuesday, April 6, NEA Jazz Master Randy Weston celebrated his 84th birthday in royal fashion.  The setting was The Jazz Standard, New York’s finest jazz club/eatery (check George Wein’s latest blog entry and you’ll understand that tag).  Tuesday was opening night of Randy Weston’s African Rhythms weeklong Jazz Standard engagement, and more importantly the master pianist-composer’s 84th birthday.  For the occasion his longtime music director-saxophonist T.K. Blue and agent Maurice Montoya had arranged a superb evening featuring the members of Weston’s African Rhythms, including trombonist Benny Powell, percussionist Neil Clarke, Blue, and bassist Santi DeBriano subbing for an ailing Alex Blake, plus special guests.

Apropos, the subject was Weston’s distinctively substantive compositions, and to deliver thick slices of that singular book royally before the joyous packed house of Weston family, friends, intimates, and enthusiasts, T.K. called upon the very able talents of guest pianists Mulgrew Miller, Arturo O’Farrill, and Rodney Kendrick.  Each of them paid humble, celebratory homage and brought their finely honed touch to the Weston ouevre.  Other guests included vocalist Jann Parker, who rendered a stunning "African Lady" in spare duet with Clarke; a Gnawa maalem, and a Senegalese kora player rounded out the onstage celebrants.  One guest in particular brought down the house in his stint, 89-year old NEA Jazz Master conguero Candido.

Randy and African Rhythms will finish out the week at The Jazz Standard through Sunday, located at 116 E. 27th Street just off Lexington Ave.  Better make your reservations (212/576-2232) for what promises to be the most joyous, spiritual music in New York this week!

Our book project: African Rhythms: the autobiography of Randy Weston, will be released in October on Duke University Press.  Check this site for updates.

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