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Monday, August 11, 2014

Satire


Sonny Rollins, Jazz Master
I enjoy a good joke as much as anyone. I also consider myself open minded in terms of humor. I enjoy a wide spectrum of comedy, from Monty Python to Martin Lawrence, from Jerry Seinfeld to Andrew Dice Clay, from Dave Chappelle to Ellen DeGeneres and everything in between. However, sometimes, the joke just doesn't work. Worse than a joke not working is when it's unclear whether it's a joke or not, or unclear for which audience the joke is intended. Case in point, the recent New Yorker piece, "Sonny Rollins: In His Own Words"   is supposed to be satirical( which is why the editor makes a note of it at the top of the article). The article was actually written by Django Gold, a senior writer for The Onion, which is a fake news magazine that I usually think is hilarious. Unfortunately, Gold was somehow way off on this one; writing as if it's Rollins giving an interview, Gold is more sophomoric and absurd than clever.

Jazz might be the stupidest thing anyone ever came up with. The band starts a song, but then everything falls apart and the musicians just play whatever they want for as long they can stand it. People take turns noodling around, and once they run out of ideas and have to stop, the audience claps. I’m getting angry just thinking about it.

I released fifty-odd albums, wrote hundreds of songs, and played on God knows how many session dates. Some of my recordings are in the Library of Congress. That’s idiotic. They ought to burn that building to the ground. I hate music. I wasted my life.

I can see what Gold was trying to do: make Rollins say something so extremely the opposite of what he would say that it would potentially be hilarious. As if I wrote something like, "Ronald Reagan: In His Own Words," and wrote something like:

That whole thing about "Government isn't the solution, it's the problem," was just kind of a joke. Tip O'Neil came up with it one night while we were having dinner at the Old Ebbitt Grill. We had consumed about 2 bottles of vodka between us when he blurted it out, as well as something about "trickle down economics," which was probably more to do with vodka trickling down his shirt. After I gave that silly inaugural address, Republicans took that sound byte and really ran with it. I was just trying to be funny, kind of break the ice a little bit. But everyone was taking it so seriously. I guess I was just too embarrassed to admit that it wasn't true.

Iran-Contra? Of course I knew about it. Truth be told, I went to college with the Ayatolla Khomeini. Back then , he was know as Freddie, Freddie Khomeini. We used to hang out all the time in the late 50's. Now that I think of it, he still owes me 26 dollars. So sure, 1979 rolls around, I called in a favor. Obviously, the Tehran Hostage Crisis makes incumbent president Jimmy Carter look bad, and then, bam, I got to be President for 8 years. Oliver North took the heat, saying I didn't know anything, of course, but  in truth I knew every detail. I masterminded the entire thing from day one. This is all off the record, right? 

Anyway, whether you think that's funny, or even know who Ronald Reagan was, hopefully you see my point. In my example, it's quite clear that it's a joke, and it  references in an attempt to be clever as  well as relevant. Perhaps there are a few key differences. One is the person being lampooned. Ronald Reagan is, sadly, way more famous than Sonny Rollins because he was a major political and historical figure, and people who were politically aware during the 80's would possibly get a chuckle from the specific references( trickle down, Khomeini, Oliver North, etc...). The Rollins piece has some nice references, but the tone is perhaps not consistent enough to make sense. It's so on the absurdist side of things.

The saxophone sounds horrible. Like a scared pig. I never learned the names of most of the other instruments, but they all sound awful, too. Drums are O.K., because sometimes they’ll drown out the other stuff, but it’s all pretty bad.

Now, maybe if this had appeared in The Onion, it would have been fine. I think it's appearance in the New Yorker is just confusing. Maybe also, it's a little bit too close to home because let's face it, the vast majority of people probably think the saxophone sounds horrible. In that sense it would be like a comedian trying to tell Israeli-Palestinian jokes 3 weeks from now: "TOO SOON!"  ( Although my piece may perhaps ring a bit to true for some folks as well....)

As to be expected, after this piece was published, Facebook lit up like midtown Manhattan on Christmas Eve. Jazz musicians were angry. Even Sonny Rollins himself chimed in! Spike Wilner, jazz pianist and proprietor of Small's wrote a letter to The New Yorker:

Not only was it not funny but also vague enough to be construed that it was actually “his own words”.  Mr. Rollins is one of the most beloved figures in jazz, renown for his uncompromising artistic integrity.  Why at age 83 after a lifetime dedicated to the music he loves and champions he needs to be the subject of ridicule in your magazine is beyond me.  Instead, the New Yorker should publish a profile celebrating the life and accomplishments of this great American artist.  Jazz is already a much maligned and misunderstood art form.  An article like this does a great disservice to the music and the musicians who spend their lives playing it and is beneath the stature of your magazine.

I believe Wilner hits it right on the nose. Hey, New Yorker, what other beloved elderly figures are  next on the list to lampoon? Mother Teresa? Benny Golson? Jasper Johns? Mikhail Gorbachev? Hopefully, no one is missing why this article, while not a crime against humanity, was certainly in poor taste.

As to be expected, Nicholas Payton had an understandably harsh and extremely well written view of the article:

Here’s one of the most respected American periodicals posting a picture of a somber-faced Sonny with a piece “in his own words,” rhapsodizing about how he hates music and he’s wasted his life. Where’s the humor in that?

I get that White people and Black people have cultural differences and thus a different sense of humor. Given that to be the case, White people: stick to satirizing those who get your sense of humor. Leave Black people be. You’ve done enough over the past 500 years. Black life in a world of White oppression and supremacy is satirical enough. We don’t need your help adding to it.

And maybe Payton goes off on a tangent a little in this next bit, but it's actually pretty on point:

Meanwhile in Rolling Stone magazine, a real article came out that reads like satire. Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga are doing a “Jazz” album. Tony goes on in this piece to say about Gaga, “She’s as good as Ella Fitzgerald…”
Nigga, please?! Lady Gaga ain’t fit to wear Ella’s dirty draws.

 Indeed, if somebody came out and said, " Kenny G's just as good as Charlie Parker," it would be hard not to want to kick their ass. Even if they were elderly. (I think Tony Bennett might be a little foggy on what Ella Fitzgerald actually sounded like...)

Payton's viewpoint brings it all home. Sonny Rollins as an elder statesman of jazz enjoys success which few musicians attain; however, as an African American living through decades of inequality in the United States, Rollins has endured things to which white people just cannot relate. It seems as though the younger generations, becoming farther removed from the Civil Rights Movement, are less aware of the scars of history. Furthermore, the American Idolization of our culture makes people less aware of the origins of American music as well (which is why the top R&B artists these days seem to be all white). To have to hear Tony Bennett say that about Lady Gaga is so outrageous, and yet, it seems as though nonsense is happening all around us and we've all just come to accept it. Big Corporations don't pay any taxes, innocent people die every day, incredibly mediocre actors and musicians become millionaires while ACTUAL TALENT becomes more of a liability than an asset. There's the real joke. 

You would think with all of this mishagos, the writing world would get the message: " Hey, jazz musicians find this offensive, and you are just going to piss people off. Find literally anything else to do a satirical piece on. Leave music and musicians whom are fighting for survival out of it." Well, apparently Justin Moyer didn't get the memo; his piece for The Washington Post, "All That Jazz Isn't All That Great" seems at first like trying to jump on some sort of anti- jazz bandwagon:

Jazz is boring.
Jazz is overrated.
Jazz is washed up.
Unlike a poorly received New Yorker piece purportedly written by jazz great Sonny Rollins, this is not satire.

Though Gold’s piece elicited an angry response from Rollins and outrage under the Twitter hashtag #rollinstruth, it was, as they say, funny because it was true. Jazz has run out of ideas, and yet it’s still getting applause.

I studied jazz while an undergraduate at Wesleyan University and had the privilege of learning from, at varying distances, some of the genre’s great performers and teachers, including Anthony Braxton, Pheeroan akLaff and Jay Hoggard. I appreciated that these generous African American men deigned to share their art at a quite white New England liberal-arts school. But I just didn’t get their aesthetic. Like cirrus clouds or cotton candy, I found jazz generically pleasing, but insubstantial and hard to grasp.

Moyer goes on to write a laundry list of reasons for why jazz, a kind of music which motivated him to pursue a degree,  is so boring. For example:

2. Improvisation isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
The knowledge that great music is improvised makes it more remarkable. But the fact that music is improvised doesn’t make it great. If it did, Phish and the Grateful Dead would be better than they are.

“Even when they are not soloing, members of a jazz band have to be intimately attuned to the music at all times because they never know what direction it might take,” according to Loren Schoenberg, a conductor and saxophonist writing in conjunction with the Ken Burns documentary “Jazz.” “If you don’t, you may, as John Coltrane once put it, feel as though you stepped into an empty elevator shaft.”

Unfortunately, rather than providing the thrill of standing at a precipice, improvisation by the likes of serviceable, forgettable, uncontroversial players such as guitarist Wes Montgomery is perfect for browsing at Barnes and Noble — or piping into elevators.

Unlike the New Yorker piece, there is a clear statement that " this is not satire" within the first few sentences. You could imagine that this would create even more animosity in the jazz community.

Look, we already know, and have known for a long time, that jazz after 1940 is not universally loved. It doesn't mean we shouldn't be true to our own musical aspirations. My feeling is that these days, jazz musicians are doing it because they love it, because they believe it's important, and they love to play for the small but passionate audiences(mostly in Europe and Asia) who know and love this music and don't find it boring. We aren't doing it to get rich. We do it for what one might say are more noble reasons than many other so called "popular" styles. Indeed, so many "hip hop" artists , in a genre which at one time had an incredible political awareness, now mostly rap about how rich they are or  how rich they wanna be, or just how great they are. Many of today's music stars seem to be pretty faces that are part of a huge "music industry", and yet calling them "musicians" would seem rather ironic.

I realize we are a capitalist nation, but there is still a difference between being a professional artist on one side and being a sell-out on the other side. Why won't we read articles lampooning Katy Perry, or Kayne West? Why won't we read overly intellectual opinion pieces in The Washington Post about how today's country sucks, or about how today's pop music mostly sounds like a bunch of morons shouting over a car alarm? I really can't say. All I can say is, if you don't like jazz, DON'T LISTEN TO IT! But we are already down. STOP KICKING US!
















Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Open Letter to Brent Black Two(Electric Boogaloo)

 Dear Mr. Black-

Wow, I was alerted to how out of hand this has gotten by Billy Childs, after I interviewed him this morning(will be forthcoming on jazztruth). Anyway, I'm hoping that this will fizzle out and we can get back to the music. Hey, Brent, BTW, just to set the record straight, I've recorded I think 22 CDs as a leader. 2 of them are solo piano. I wasn't sure what you meant by "solo". Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's around 22. The first one was in 1995 for Steeplechase: I've done maybe about 10 for that label, I did 2 for Criss Cross, three for Fresh Sound New Talent, One for Sirocco, and a handful of self and sort of self released CDs. I have 2 in the can for Steeplechase, and a bunch more things in the works. I have the urge to offer to send you some of my music; not to review, just for your own listening pleasure, or maybe to help you more clearly decide whether I'm second rate or not (ha ha?). However, I think I'll pass at this particular juncture.Many of them are on itunes. If you type in my name, they should come up. For some weird reason(ha ha?) I think you probably wouldn't like it! But hey, most people don't like jazz, so the idea of somebody not liking my music is not really a new idea.

But you know, you aren't the first "critic" to suggest that I should not attempt being a bandleader, that I was really more of a sideman. I was even told by a promoter once, after I played three shows at a festival-one with Benny Golson, one with Al Foster, and one as a leader-that I "was one of the best sidemen out there, but it's just not the same when you are a band leader". Something to that effect. He had bought me a drink, so I was civil. I actually wanted to throw the drink in his face!
I've been struggling to be a bandleader for years, facing numerous disappointments and frustrations. I've submitted material to promoters and booking agents and club owners over and over only to be ignored. ( I realize I'm not the only. I'm always amazed to talk to name cats and have them tell me how hard it is out here to get gigs.)

Be that as it may, there is something -call it ignorance, being stubborn, or just a desire to express myself and have my music be heard-that has kept me going. I realize that it's too late for me to be an overnight superstar. But if I can get one gig at the Earshot Jazz Festival every 5 years, hey, that's something to celebrate! I'm in it for the long haul. I think most of us are.

In this way, I want to be an inspiration to my students. Most of my students may never get the opportunities I have, but if they are really serious about music, I want them to observe what their life might be like when they are my age(42). Maybe they will be teaching, and playing when they can. Maybe they will become name players, or get to do a lot of sideman work. Few get rich in music, and lots of folks can't even make a living. But if you can have some kind of life in music, and get satisfaction from making your own music or getting to collaborate with others, that might be more valuable than driving a Lamborghini or belong to the country club.
I'll never be rich in terms of money, but I have the joy and satisfaction of a life in music, in the past and present. Plus, I have a really wonderful family-a loving, talented wife and a son who is an endless source of delight. And I am extremely lucky to have a teaching job and in Portland, Oregon, no less.

Brent, I really hope you can find some peace in your life. Hate is really toxic. I have myself held grudges for years. Letting go of them is something amazing. Here's a quote from , who was that guy.....he was President after Buchanan....oh yeah, Abe Lincoln:

"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?"
Offer still stands-if you are ever in Portland, coffee is on me. Maybe even a bagel.
GC

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Open Letter To Brent Black

Dear Brent Black:
First of all, hello. How are you? I hope you are well.

Secondly, thanks for reading my blog. I struggle to keep up with posting new articles; I'm a full time professor and father of a two and a half year old, so with all of that going on, and playing the occasional gigs, it's hard to find the time to sit down and write.(At this very moment, my son is watching "Wibbly Pig" on TV right now, so that's a little distracting at the moment. But I shall press on.....)

I have also read some of your writing. As you know, I was critical of your review of Nicholas Payton's "Bitches" back in December of 2011. I believe you have the right to your opinion; however, I felt you were a little bit harsh regarding Payton's singing.(It seemed more like a personal attack than an objective review, which is why I felt the need to defend Payton.) However, at that time, I read many of your other reviews, and I admired your good taste and solid writing. I think, even if we disagree over some things, I think we could find common ground on quite a lot of music.

Your recent post, entitled "Amanda Palmer:Who Cares?"(September 18th, 2012), refers to what I said on my latest blog post ("Amanda Palmer:Musician, Nude Model, Scientologist, D#&*hebag"). The main point of my article was that Palmer, after getting 1.2 million dollars from a Kickstarter campaign, published a call to have local musicians join her on stage in every city of her world tour for a couple of songs. However, instead of offering to pay the musicians in actual money, she offered the following:

we will feed you beer, hug/high-five you up and down (pick your poison), give you merch, and thank you mightily for adding to the big noise we are planning to make.

Palmer went on to insist that the musicians should actually know "HOW TO PLAY YOUR INSTRUMENT!" before showing up to not only an unpaid performance, but an unpaid rehearsal as well. As a professional musician, I felt that this was wrong. And I'm glad to see from your update that Palmer is now planning to pay her musicians. As I said, it's a tax write off; and with all that dough from the Kickstarter, she will need to see a good accountant.

But what I am having trouble trying to figure out is the correlation between my negative description of Palmer's music and the fact that I have hired a publicist on two occasions. In your words:

The irony here being that George Colligan admitted on the same blog that he once paid a publicist 3k in hopes of getting a good review. Take a long hard look in the mirror George, before you trash an artist that you are seemingly not familiar with or fork over another 3 large remember this...

When you point 1 finger you have three coming back at you...A second rate pianist at best should know when he is over stepping his reach. You did not hesitate to attempt to try and trash me and my reputation over my review of Nicholas Payton's Bitches and now you are doing the exact same thing...

Pot meet kettle...Kettle meet pot...

First of all, I checked out enough of Palmer's music to have an informed opinion. I admit, I was probably harsher than I should have been. However, if you check out some of her videos, you might get the impression that she is more of a performance artist than a songwriter. And the fact that she wasn't paying musicians really bothered me. But I will say that she is, considering the genre, not the worst singer I've heard. At best, I'll just say I'm not a fan of her music. Maybe she's really serious about music. Judging from her nude and semi nude videos, it seems like she's more concerned with her image. Unfortunately, as I alluded to in the blog, I think that musicians almost have to be visually shocking these days to become famous. You can't merely come out on stage and play; there has to be something OUTRAGEOUS. This is why most jazz doesn't get much attention. There's no sideshow; it's merely music.

Now, to be clear, I have no interest in shifting my own focus to nude videos and a shocking image in order to gain more notoriety as a jazz musician. However, I feel the need to explain to you the way publicity works. You make it sound like I am the first and only jazz musician who ever paid a publicist. I must inform you that this is the norm; most jazz musicians who want to publicize their CD have to hire a publicist in order to get reviews in major publications. This is absolutely a fact. And unfortunately, publicists don't work for free. Whether it be hiring a publicist, or buying ads, or whatever, the more you spend, the better your chances in getting reviews and articles. There's just no way to break through the massive amounts of CDs being released without some kind of marketing. One might have created the greatest music that has ever been heard; without some kind of campaign, it won't see the light of day. A CD without some kind of publicity is like a presidential candidate without any advertising and campaign appearances. They raise millions of dollars for the sole purpose of publicity. This seems to be how our society works now, much to my dismay.

I guess you thought I was trashing Palmer, but you think I shouldn't have because I also want good reviews for myself? I don't really see the correlation. I guess you thinking is that, since I'm the only musician that ever paid a publicist, that I must be desperate for positive reviews. Sure, I'd like some positive reviews-who doesn't? And maybe the fact that I'm a musician also makes it unfair that I should judge Palmer so harshly. That might be true.

Perhaps, in fairness, I should let Palmer blog about my music. I can see her review now:

 "....Colligan sounds like he knows how to play the piano, but I imagine that he would look terrible if he appeared naked in his videos."

(I have my doubts that she knows anything about jazz.)

Also, I really never intended to "trash your reputation". I took issue with your comments on Payton; I have nothing personally against you as a human being or a writer. Unfortunately, the entire "Bitches" incident really got out of hand; I think that things got a little too heated in the comment section of my blog. Sometimes, when people feel strongly about certain things, they tend to get defensive and stand their ground. (Some of the issue is that the internet is not the same as talking to someone; I wonder if you and I, and Nick Payton and Dwayne Burno were all in one room, would it really be as contentious as it was in cyberspace?) If you think I trashed your reputation, then I am sorry.

Finally, in regards to your labeling of me as a "second-rate pianist": part of me wonders if you have ever heard any of my music. If you have, and you still feel like I'm second rate, then I'll accept that. I've recorded a bunch of CDs as a leader and a sideman, and there are many clips of my music on youtube, so it wouldn't be impossible to find an example of my piano playing or composing. I don't think of myself as second-rate. Maybe I'm more second-tier, or third tier. Honestly, when I hear all the great pianists out there, living or dead, I think of myself as not even close to fourth-rate. Any jazz pianist who has sat at Bradley's and heard two or three sets of Geoffrey Keezer, or Mulgrew Miller, or Kenny Barron, or James Williams, or Dave Kikosi, or Harold Mabern, or Benny Green,  would probably just want to cry rather than rate themselves among the first tier of pianists! And you might not want to hear this, but I believe Nicholas Payton is actually a better pianist than I. (I subbed in his band about 10 years ago, and during one of the sound checks, he played so much piano that I wanted to quit. It's true. I know you don't like his singing, but he can play instruments!)

After all, those who can't, teach. And those who really can't get tenure track jobs at universities! Ha! So in a way, you are right. If I was first rate, maybe I would have more gigs!

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I don't hate you, and I actually would hope that if you were ever in Portland, Oregon, you would look me up, and maybe we could have a civilized conversation. I think we probably could find a lot in common.

I wish you all the best with your blog and your future endeavors.

Regards,

George Colligan