Don’t Fear the Jazz Cat: Ornette Coleman (left), Maceo Parker (center), and Cecil Taylor. IMAGE: Maceo Parker photo by Ines Kaiser / collage WW |
“I listen to everything but country.” In my small hometown of Florence, Ore., that statement was a tool used to separate oneself from the perceived redneck masses. Jazz music wasn’t an omnipresent radio force on the Oregon coast like pop country was, but it would have been safe to add the four-letter word to the no-country mantra: “…and jazz I just don’t get.”
I’m still learning to “get” jazz myself. My dad’s baby boom-ish generation loves the stuff, but that’s to be expected. They started with big-band music and watched it transform, over the course of decades, into ever more exciting and musically revolutionary incarnations. They not only grew up with jazz, jazz grew up with them. But, just as my dear old dad is befuddled by punk rock, my generation has largely ignored jazz. They consider it music for old people, the stuff of sit-down venues and wine intermissions.
In a way, they’re right. Even current fans usually admit the genre hasn’t been the same since Miles Davis tried his hand at pop, and many of today’s players treat jazz like an artifact, paying constant tribute to the old guard instead of finding their own unique voices. And yeah, most of the big names at this year’s Portland Jazz Festival are playing sit-down venues with wine intermissions (white wine, even). That said, this year’s fest is also a hell of an achievement, combining some of today’s great traditionalists with the most influential jazz radicals of their time.
None of which helps you, the unindoctrinated listener, figure out what this whole jazz thing is about—nor does it help you navigate the festival’s massive, 10-day-spanning lineup. To that end, I’ll pass on some of the best advice I’ve ever received about learning to love jazz. Thanks, Dad.
1. Learn the standards.
Jazz is interpretative music. A talented player can take your favorite song and make you hear it in a brand new way. The canon of jazz standards has expanded in recent years to include tunes by the Beatles, Elvis Costello and Radiohead. But the foundation is built from old musicals: the work of guys like Jerome Kern and Cole Porter (who penned songs like “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” and “Night and Day,” respectively). A late addition to the fest, Chicago-based jazz vocalist
Kurt Elling (Friday, Feb. 22, Newmark Theatre) sings standards relatively straight. His tunes are a touch on the slick side, but he tackles his craft with a rich, emotive voice that can emulate a saxophone’s mournful wail, swinging trumpet blasts, or just a fragile, human cry.
2. Find what speaks to you.
Instrumental jazz—unlike vocal jazz, which can hook you with a narrative—isn’t going to be much fun unless it moves you. And if
Maceo Parker (Sunday, Feb. 24, Crystal Ballroom), the legendary James Brown saxman who travels freely between the realms of jazz, funk and R&B, can’t move you, you best check that pulse. Parker is one funky motherfucker (in jazz talk that just means “dude”), and he’ll get the Crystal’s bouncy floor shaking hard.
3. Take some drugs. Get your mind blown.
All right, my dad never recommended drugs (in a jazz context, anyway). And weed certainly isn’t the only way to appreciate the endless lungs and crisp, adventurous stabs of
Ornette Coleman’s sax (Friday, Feb. 15, Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall) or pianist
Cecil Taylor’s spacious, cartoon cat-and-mouse piano arrangements (Sunday, Feb. 17, Marriott Waterfront)—but if this is your first time out, it might just help. These are two legends of the art form who helped usher jazz into some of its most exciting years. They continue to challenge traditional structures today, though both are acutely aware, and respectful, of jazz’s rich history. Oh, and they’re more than a little eccentric. Coleman is obsessed with geodesic domes, and Taylor talks like James Lipton from
Inside the Actor’s Studio. Which is another thing you ought to know about jazz: Almost all the greats are crazy. That’s what makes jazz awesome. It’s the music of the eccentric, the outcast and the underdog.
SEE IT: Portland Jazz Festival takes place Friday, Feb. 15, through Sunday, Feb. 24, at various venues. Visit pdxjazz.com for a complete schedule, show times and cover charges. Also see music listings.
MORE: Read a continued rant on the shape of jazz today, as well as live reviews of festival shows, on WW's LocalCut.com.
I guess in the end I just have to say "Thanks" for any mention of jazz at all and take solace in the knowledge that the coming week brings two monster sax players to town and that their presence, at least for a short time, makes Portland's music scene at least somewhat worthwhile.
You're right that there's some great stuff out there, even locally (i like rob scheps and farnell newton and the great mel brown quite a lot, as well as the wild spirits in the evolutionary jass band?and I guess you missed lance's feature last week if you think we never cover jazz, though i'm the first to admit that we can and will do more in the future).
I think there's another barrier to potential jazz listeners, and it's that fans are often territorial and (pardon me) stuck up towards new listeners. It's a form that has been so institutionalized that we forget that some of its favorite sons and daughters came from ghettos and struggled with addictions. I'm a fan of finding a way to bring this music back to the revolutionaries and free-thinkers who made it great at every step of the way. I'm a fan of introducing it to teenagers and street kids who can see the politics behind folks like Roland Kirk and Charlie Haden's music. This is not music that should just be taught in prestigious universities and via the non-prime hours of some end-of-the-dial public radio station.
I may have been less than eloquent in getting that across, but I hope you'll believe me when I say that I had no intention of "shitting on" a music that I love. We've had year after year of coverage that is fantastic for the converted, but a little hard to digest for the amateur. This wasn't for musicians and longtime fans, it was for rock, soul and hip-hop fans with a spark of interest in discovering the roots of their own music. If I got one rebellious kid to lay down $20 for a cheap seat and see what Ornette or Cecil is all about, I'm more than happy to have lost some embedded fans in the process. Hope you'll bear with me as I continue to learn the music.
-casey
Rock on, Casey.