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A gift from John Jacobs:
1 The Other Worlds of Sun Ra on Into the Music In the history of post-war jazz in the US, perhaps the strangest and most mysterious figure is Sun Ra. An outstanding pianist, composer, arranger and big band leader, he was also a science fiction philosopher, Afro Futurist poet and self-declared citizen of Saturn.
Sun Ra's life project mixed a fascination with outer space with his African roots and wildly expressive music, which continues to delight and inspire audiences almost two decades after he left the planet.
The Other Worlds of Sun Ra features writer and activist Amiri Baraka, who collaborated with Ra in the New York underground of the 1960s. Sun Ra's archivist and one-time drummer, Michael D. Anderson, gives an insider's perspective of playing with Ra and his Arkestra. There are readings from Sun Ra's pamphlets and poems as well as the voice of the man himself. And of course -- plenty of Sun Ra's weird, beautiful and other-worldly music.
More info and full playlist here:
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Notes
Producers: Brent Clough and John Jacobs
Narrator: Aku Kadogo
Readers: Calvin Welch and Aku KadogoIndividual Files
What I’m trying to say is that I’m frustrated. I get frustrated when I read articles about how young people don’t listen to jazz anymore — as an elementary or junior high school student, how on earth was I supposed to find it on my own?
This realization began gnawing at me the moment I was accepted into the upper jazz band at West Ranch High School — I was playing piano for my junior high culmination ceremony and I got a tap on the shoulder from the junior high band director. I’d never spoken to him before. He only had one question for me: “Where were you?” He’d been managing a jazz band at the junior high, but the first time I’d ever heard about it was on the last day I would ever be attending the school. It was as if that jazz band was some secret that only the select few could know about — it was hidden from everyone but the band kids under the cover of football and spirit days and honors classes at the junior high. Even later, I discovered that the neighbor that I’d been living next door to for eight years was a jazz fanatic — halfway into my sophomore year of high school.
Jazz isn’t supposed to be a secret. It’s intended to be shared — even my jazz teacher sometimes tells me that improvising is a compilation of everything you’ve ever heard. That’s why I smile when I hear about people like Jason Parker combating the whole “jazz is dead” notion by sharing their music with young people like me who didn’t have immediate access to it. Whether you’re a jazz musician, a jazz instructor, or just someone who’s got a penchant for jazz, please don’t give up on us. Please don’t conclude that we’re uninterested; please don’t assume that we’ll think jazz is boring. Granted, it’s probably a better idea to hand us Kind of Blue before you give us Vijay Iyer (even KKJZ’s Leroy Downs told me with a chuckle that “the world’s not ready for Vijay”). But by handing a kid a jazz record or taking him to a jazz show, you’re giving him a chance to discover something he never knew existed. He might not like it, and he might love it. Believe me, coming from my experience with jazz as that teenager who’s supposedly not listening to it anymore — it’s more than worth a shot.
Yes, I'd heard jazz before 1970, lots of it, it was everywhere in the 60's. James Bond movies, Peter Gunn and Pink Panther (or any Mancini soundtracks), my first real inspiration for musicianship probably came as much from a mesmerized pre-school watching of Rhapsody in Blue as from the jacket images on the rockabilly records my mother played, but it wasn't until Kenn played that Benny Goodman LP ... ironic in a way since Benny himself had lived a jazz-deficient existence before hearing the New Orleans sound at about that same age.
But the difference was, in 1970, out in the prairies, there was no obvious path for jazz instruction outside of a few scattered books like the Mickey Baker series, and it's here were I see another issue in Rachel's young-person's quest for jazz literacy: in order to teach jazz, teachers need to have jazz teaching resources.
This is of paramount importance. In the late 1950's, during the lean years for the waning big bands, a group of the old-school players established an innovative teaching project, the Lennox School of Jazz -- most of today's 'stars' in the jazz recording industry are alumni of the Lennox school, and among them one Jamey Aebersold.
Aebersold may not be a household name to the Jazz listeners out there, but in the practice of jazz post-Lennox there are two ubiquitous artifacts of mass production that shaped the landscape of jazz history more than any other, one of them the immortal handwriting of some unknown Berklee student who leaked their book of head charts out across the newly-invented photocopies network (aka The Fakebook, once upon a time sold to us by the same bloke who sold us other contraband) and, a bit later down the timeline, the Aebersold Jazz play-along books.
110 affordable volumes, maybe more by now, each with a play-along record featuring a rhythm-section accompanment, and covering a truly olympian spectrum of styles. This was the shape of jazz to come, the jazz that was to spread out into the world and into pubs, dance halls and venues across the planet.
But that was the thing: the only Jazz method taught was the Aebersold method, and it is a very good method worthy of mastery by anyone of any genre, but it is only a niche and, in many ways it is a snapshot, a freezing in time of the state of the jazz around the Lennox era. Bossa Nova, Swing, modal Bop, even up to exotic scales, it is all about playing the changes.
Miles said to 'Trane one day, "what happens when we can play all the changes?" and its that whole realm of the reality of the space of Jazz that seems exempt in the Aebersold method. It takes you all the way to Giant Steps but does not leap into Ascension; like the Zen saying that says how the reading of the Sutras can inch you up and up and up the pole, but at the end, you still must leap off ... so why not leap off from the start?
Sure there's the old joke about the incumbent roosters, one plays some Parker licks to audition, the next plays an Ornette solo and so forth until the old master Rooster calls them a bunch of young clucks and wakes the day with a simple Cock-a-doodle-doo adding that, before you can get anything going, you gotta know the Standards, but how many of the Standards bearers can play like Kid Ory, or like Mr Jelly Roll, or even care. Thing is, just as the Amish chose the 19th and not the 16th century to freeze their timeline, there is no real reason to base our approach to Jazz in 1955, other than the inertia of material.
There is hope, though, a new hope in the recent goings on at the Banff Centre where we've seen the likes of Darcy Argue and Ethan Iverson as guest instructors in a way very reminiscent of the Lennox School approach. It is a hope that is springing new shoots all over the place and if not revitalizing the jazz (I think the vitality was always there in the underbrush) Banff has been bringing it out and packaging the transmission into forms the kids can take home. Not enough to urge the local pub jazz trios to step beyond the comfort zone of the changes but definately enough to alert the Rachels of the world that there may be intelligent life out beyond Mancini themes and Weather Report.
I've heard too how the Sun Ra House has become a part-time school for the advancement of jazz music; I hope someday to see their method franchised the way the Shao-lin Monks have franchised their path to kung-fu excellence!
And who knows, maybe there's another Jamey Aebersold somewhere outthere, signed up for the next session, inspired to create new and effective packaged methods for teaching the New Thing, using the new media the way Jamey leveraged the old-world cheap/portable LP/Cassette/CD, maybe using real-time connections to bridge that great gap of geographic space between Lennox Avenue and Portage and Main, someday delivering that space fire tone science to the gradeschool!
For the end of the year (and for closing this little ex-cursus about
the 70s/80s Big Bands) i want to propose one of the rare recordings
of the J.Hemphill B.B. : God Bless Julius!
And Happy New Year To You All.Rec. live at "The Public Theatre", NYC, on November 1980
(mics recording)Julius Hemphill,reeds,composer,conductor
Stan Strickland/John Purcell/Marty Ehrlich/Henry Threadgill,reeds
Baikida Carroll/John Clarice/Charles Stephens/Erritt McDonald,brasses
Ed Schuller,bass
Warren Smith,marimba
Pheeroan akLaff,drums1. The Hard Blues (16:47)
2. For Billie (08:51)
3. Open Air (02:23)
4. Border Town (11:56)
5. All Harmony (15:07)
6. Unknown [inc.] (02:43)Total Time 57:49
Here for 2010, the Future of Jazz, the Future of R'n'B and the Future of Hip-Hop all rolled into one bold musical prognostic: From beyond time, from beyond space, from beyond even Money itself, Big Bands are Back.
2010 will see the return of the Big Band in a big way. They will cheer the tenacious survivors; already we have seen Carla Bley's return, we see Mingus charts the mainstream of highschool and community swing-bands, youtube proclaimes even Ornette Coleman arranged for dance orchestra and my autobot websearch on "Sun Ra Arkestra" has gone from a clean like clockwork one hit per day to a flood of web references so numerous I separate out the Marshall Allen hits. They will mourn the passed and passing heros, digging out ever more box sets of Mingus, of Stan Kenton, rarities stretching way back back into antiquity with each iTune download seeding some little local centre of influence. Next will come the Prodigal Sons, the Marselises and the Miles Alumni, suddenly seeing the light, calling everyone they know and dusting off the old bandbooks for some post-Hop enlightened modernized rewrites. And then the New Heroes, already toping the best-of charts all over the world, pulled together as if out of thin air, impossible new names like Secret Society and the Industrial Jazz Group, Hypnotic Brass, all thumbing their noses at the money machine, cramming into the smallest crevace stages and making the Big Sonic Blast happen, not for dreams of fame or fortune, but for the sake of making it happen, because the sound is needed, scratcing an itch, finally correcting an abberant path in Jazz set adrift in Cotton Club days when somehow the tangle with Prohibition obscured the social function with a dual-space of 'business plan', 2010 is the return to a music-in-the-real experience uncapturable by ipods and bootlegs, food for a half-century's hunger for an experience that is socially and musically important.
This is it, baby, for 2010 and on, Ellington's Revenge, Mingus Reborn, the Astral Perihelion Return of Planet Sun Ra.
The Big Bands, they are back.
What caught everyone's attention was that this totally independent musician, with no record label, no radio play, no massive publicity campaign had grossed about $4 million in 2008. Now, of course, tour grosses (which made up the lion's share of that amount) are a bit misleading, as the venues take a cut of that, and there are certainly other expenses to be paid, but as a starting number it's still really impressive. Luckily, Corey is now sharing some more details about his path to success. Corey recently did a fantastic podcast with CDBaby where he details how he went about building up a fan base and building up support, and it basically involved exactly what we discussed before: good music, a real connection with the fans, hard work through touring and careful targeting. While he jokes about the $4 million gross touring number, he does admit that his "corporation" (as he now has a support staff) netted over $2 million last year. Frankly, that's more impressive than the $4 million gross numbers. He notes, of course, that there are still expenses on top of that, including staff (manager, accountant, full-time salaried musicians who play with him, recording expenses and touring expenses -- especially in support of new markets, where the return isn't guaranteed). But, even with all that, bringing in over $2 million in topline revenue is really impressive for a musician without any additional outside backing. One of the things that he discusses in the podcast is that what really got him started down this road was realizing that it could be done. He read Dave Kusek and Gerd Leonhard's excellent The Future of Music, and it made him realize "hey, this is possible." And that, alone, made a huge difference. It's amazing what you can do once you realize that something is possible -- and one of the great things we've seen in writing about Corey and numerous other musicians and their success stories is that they, in turn, inspire many other musicians who realize that it really is possible to do quite well despite the naysayers and the doom and gloom.
what we think, we become.
by special request of their oldest brother, I surreptitiously slipped the recorder into this rehearsal session between Nolan (11) on drums, Kaelin (9) on the briscoe and Riordain (4) on toy timbales, maracas and incidental vocals.
These six concerts reveal the sparks that fly when structure and improvisation come into contact. In five jazz shows and one performance by the world’s most daring string quartet, risk is a prerequisite, and inspiration is the only guarantee.
Saturday, September 26, 2009 | 7:00 pmThe jazz visionary and prognosticator of future times turned the mixed-up lore of space and the Bible into a liberated sound the world had never seen: a universe of cow bells, Chinese gongs, burning sax figures, and the piano lines he’d learned in church. Led by Marshall Allen, Ra’s massive, always-evolving Arkestra –that’s ark, not orchestra— turns the master's charts into a carnival of otherworldly art: 15 tone scientists in robes, driving home a swing born in the cosmos.
They split this massive double bill with the Mingus Big Band, a 14 piece juggernaut Time Out NY calls "the hippest big band in the universe -- robust, earthy, sanctified." Mingus was a bass natural and avant garde experimenter who thought of his work as the blues. His swinging, raw compositions touch up to the sacred edge of modern art. They’re resurrected by the Mingus Big Band, who intensify, with unpredictable force, everything that makes their namesake’s music great -- "the muscle, the affection for history, the guts and soulfulness" (NY Times).
This once-in-a-lifetime double bill has epic sweep: a full set from the Mingus Big Band starts at 7 pm, followed by a break with beer and wine available. After that, the Arkestra plays a full set. And after that, you will have seen the strange and spinning energies at the core of jazz.
Additional Events:
Coversation featuring Marshall Allen and Art Jenkins of the Sun Ra Arkestra
with Fred Moten, Duke University's Deptartment of English
Friday, September 25, 2 pm
John Hope Franklin Humanities Institute, Room 240
This fall, the Durham Art Guild partners with Duke’s John Hope Franklin Center to present Pathways to Unknown Worlds: Sun Ra, El Saturn, and Chicago’s Afro-Futurist Underground 1954-68. This exhibit runs from August 21 through October 18 at 120 Morris Street, Durham. Public opening event Friday, August 21, 5 - 7 pm. www.durhamartguild.org
"We are proud to announce that with the support of NCCentral University's WNCU, 90.7 FM, we will broadcast the Sun Ra Arkestra + Mingus Big Band concert live on 90.7 FM and online via WNCU's website http://www.wncu.org/ . Don't miss this incredible event."
I don’t believe in centralization of culture. I am for decentralization. But it will not hurt to give a pride of being centralists to people. It is, in fact, necessarily for one to believe in one’s spiritual center inside one. I think that is lacking in the people of Japan, now, in all fields. All people of Japan should know that your center is centrally important to the whole world. Start with that.
In my youth, it was unthinkable to have a letter actually reach a pop culture icon, let alone get a personal response from one, so when given the chance and vehicle to do it, y'know, it's not so easy to think of a question to ask. Nonetheless, Yoko Ono has been sharing her grace and patience with us all, one at a time, every Friday over at ImaginePeace.com
Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.
Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.
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