Thursday, October 29, 2009

No one dances in New York

Photo: Lindsay Beyerstein

So I’ve had numerous requests to respond in some way to Nate Chinen’s NYT review of our much-ballyhooed Bell House hit, which occurred a week ago last Monday. Initially, I wasn’t sure there was anything I wanted to say about it at all. And besides, it’s not like I didn’t have a million other things to obsess about while we were still on the road.

Since returning to civilian life, of course, all that has changed. I have discovered that, surprisingly, I do have some thoughts on the review after all. Unfortunately, they are not the sort of revenge-fantasy thoughts that some seem to be expecting from me. I merely feel like a few things need to be clarified, is all.

Let me say up front that I don't expect everyone to like our music. But if someone is going to dislike it, I want them to at least dislike it for the right reasons. I do not particularly want them to dislike it by ascribing intentions to it that are not actually there.

And that's really the only part of this that irks me a little. Someone who hadn't attended the "Big Band Bonanza" could come away from Mr. Chinen's review with the impression that we were there solely for the purpose of shitting on what was otherwise a beautiful evening. And that strikes me as wildly unfair, and a gross misreading of what actually went down.

So, for what it's worth: my corrective.

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As you probably already know, there was a glaring error in the original piece. The second of two paragraphs that were devoted to the IJG (neither of which actually addressed our music, BTW) asserted that we were somehow responsible for the baritone sax attack that occurred at the end of the show. Here’s the bit:

Naturally the band had to have the last word. After an encore by the Secret Society, a handful of players from the Industrial Jazz Group sprang an ambush, maniacally braying and honking their way through the crowd. They soon spilled out onto the street, filling the night air with their noise: a symphony of self-satisfaction.

In reality, I was as surprised by the “ambush” as everyone else, and so you can bet I was even more surprised to read this description of what happened. A day or so later, the paper ran a correction:

A music review on Wednesday about the Brooklyn Big Band Bonanza, at the Bell House, misidentified the group of musicians who “sprang an ambush, manically braying and honking their way through the crowd” after an encore by the Secret Society. It was Stefan Zeniuk’s Baritone Army, not some of the players from the Industrial Jazz Group.

Which was at least closer to the truth. For the record: out of the six or seven baritone sax players who participated in the army, one was Secret Society member Josh Sinton (who was onstage with Darcy as the Zeniuk sweep began, and joined the melee in full view of the audience), and another was Gabriel Sundy, a member of the IJG, who had been recruited by Zeniuk’s crew sometime after our set. The others were unknown to me, but presumably they were all New York-based baritone saxophonists.

Incidentally, if you've never seen or heard the Baritone Army, here's a little taste:

Anyway, I of course appreciated the NYT's willingness to run the correction, but what I still don't get is how the gaffe occurred in the first place, unless Mr. Chinen was so extremely irritated at our show that he wasn't even considering the logistical headache it would have been for us to dream up and execute the Baritone Army event all on our own. To wit: there is only one baritone sax chair in my group, which means that in order to create a baritone saxophone flashmob of the requisite dimensions, the rest of the IJG sax section (plus one player from elsewhere in the band?) would had to have brought their own baritone saxophones on the tour. In addition to their regular horns. All for about four minutes of music.

May I respectfully suggest how improbable and impractical that would have been, especially for those traveling from the west coast? And even more especially for those who didn't even own a baritone saxophone?

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Sadly, the unexamined annoyance that prompted the IJG-as-Baritone-Army mixup seemed to inform the rest of the IJG portion of the review as well:

By contrast, the Industrial Jazz Group, based in Portland, Ore., and led by the composer Andrew Durkin, injects novelty into every corner of its aesthetic. Performing with a pair of shrill, scenery-chewing singers, Tany Ling and Jill Knapp, the band pursued an archly absurdist ideal, cribbing a move or two from Charles Mingus and quite a few others from Frank Zappa. Ultimately it was a showy mess, rendered sour by a slick of smugness. (There was a shirtless dancing bassist in a Roman centurion helmet, and a trombonist in a pair of skimpy briefs. It was understood that you were supposed to find this subversive and hilarious.)

The one thing I will grant here is that the show was a bit sloppier than I would have liked -- certainly in juxtaposition with the carefully-aligned tightness of the Bjorkestra and Secret Society. I of course accept full responsibility for that. Still -- I don’t want to make excuses, but it’s possible that we were already a little road-weary. I’ll have more to say about the extreme stressors that beset this tour -- which included but were not limited to the swine flu -- in another post, but for now suffice it to say that it would have been nice to have Mr. Chinen at least recognize that we were in the middle of a pretty insane 10-day feat, and that the unusual, triathalon-like demands of said insane 10-day feat at least ran the risk of influencing our performance from time to time. (Sadly, there was no masseuse on our tour bus. In fact, there wasn't even a tour bus.)

In any case, I’ll admit again that it was an off night for us. But “smug”? Really?

Whatever you think of the IJG’s music, our whole aesthetic flies in the face of the heroic, individual-driven, Romantic ideal of most jazz precisely because we are the exact opposite of smug. (Please understand that I don’t have a problem with the aforementioned ideal -- it’s just not what we do.)

I don’t even know how it is possible to be "smug" while you are making fun of yourself. And I don’t even know how someone could fail to discern that we are making fun of ourselves. Sample lyric:

He’s a jazz-pop jerkoff
She’s a jazz-pop jerkoff
We’re all jazz-pop jerkoffs
Jerkoff, jerkoff, jerkoff, jerkoff!

This sort of thing permeates the show. Whatever fun we’re poking at the sacred cows of jazz culture, we’re also highlighting our own ridiculousness. Our whole goddamned introductory tune is devoted to establishing a context of self-deprecation. (Do I really have to go over this again?)

Oh crap, here we go
It’s another IJG show
I’ve heard this band, they blow
You never really know how low they will go

These were the opening words of our set. The very first sounds we made. I honestly don’t know how to make our self-critique any clearer than that, short of giving people their money back and gently suggesting that they may as well go home.

Photo: Lindsay Beyerstein

It’s also a big leap to posit that the purpose of all of this was to help the audience perceive us as “subversive.” I certainly don’t expect Mr. Chinen to be a regular reader of my blog, but if he had taken the time to poke around even a few of the more recent posts, he would probably have noticed something I wrote called “The Impossibility of the Avant Garde,” in which I posited that

[Artists] have that impulse toward innovation still, but what's the upshot? It doesn't even matter whether "everything has been done before" (the big complaint of young artists). When the raw power of anything can be instantly appropriated by the people who have the budgets, and the products to sell […] there has to be some other reason to make art. 

As artists, we may find this or that aesthetic approach tiresome, and we may go after something different in the process of escaping what we already know (that's part of the fun) -- but nowadays, that's ultimately a personal journey, never a broadly groundbreaking act of artistic rebellion.

Which is maybe how it should be -- and maybe how it's always been, under the surface of our mass media economy. There really is no "mainstream" or "avant-garde." No "in" or "out." Art wants to be de-centered, despite all our attempts to organize and rank it. Art wants to be local (and not strictly in a geographical sense). And critical categories ("hip" / "square," "cutting edge" / "predictable") may make sense in the context of a particular microcosm, but beyond that, who really knows? Or cares?

So: “subversive”? Give me a break. I don’t even think it’s possible. If I was really trying to be subversive with this band, do you think I’d be as willing to indulge my proclivity for melody, when “texture” is supposed to be where all the cool kids are hanging out these days? I may be crazy, but I’m not an idiot. I know what is likely to be considered hip and what isn’t. Let me tell ya, nothing about the IJG is likely to be considered hip. We don't play that game. We’re just trying to make good music.

Photo: Lindsay Beyerstein

The near-nudity that Mr. Chinen highlights was supposed to be hilarious, I'll give him that. But, if I may get philosophical about this for a moment, that near-nudity, as well as the costumes, the gyrations, the choreography, the references to biological processes, etc., were also there because our music attempts to foreground the body in a way that has not been typical in jazz for a long time.

You know the gist of this argument, right? Jazz, some say, gestated in the rathskellers, the burlesque joints, the bars, the streets, the basements -- as music for dancing, marching, celebrating, cavorting, pitching woo, and so on. Which is not the same thing as saying it was (or should be) an anti-intellectual music. I'm not interested in essentializing it one way or the other. But it's clear that the body -- the sweaty physicality of performance; the vocalized sound of a horn; the grunts, groans, shouts, claps that happen during an inspired passage; and, above all, the expressive movement of dance, either of a performer or of an audience -- is currently (at best) circumscribed and (at worst) denied in this music by all sorts of performance conventions derived from the western concert tradition. We all know what that's about: it's a method to help distill the rarefied, intellectual, or spiritual qualities of the music.

Which is great for music that is explicitly designed to work that way. But what about music that is explicitly designed to work both ways?

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Shortly before the show, I was chatting with Adam Schatz, from Search and Restore, the great organization that promoted the evening's festivities. Gazing across the huge open Bell House floor that stretched out before the stage, I remarked that it was cool that there would be room for dancing. Adam told me that "No one dances in New York." I don't believe that's really true (and I don't think Adam meant it literally), but man, I found it to be a depressing sentiment in any case. And now perhaps even moreso.

Photo: Lindsay Beyerstein

I will of course have much more to say about the tour very soon. Just had to get that off my chest first.

For two other, more generous takes on the Bell House show, see composer Kelly Fenton, and Tim Wilkins.

[Big thanks to Lindsay Beyerstein for the fantastic photos that graced this post.]

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The big tour

Well, this is it. October 15-24 will be a week and a half to remember, as the Industrial Jazz Group undertakes the most ambitious tour in its history. Get ready for... Rocktober!

Thursday, 10/15, 5 PM: Pittsfield Jazz Festival (Pittsfield, MA)

Friday, 10/16, 7:55 PM: Green Line Café, Locust (Philadelphia, PA)

Saturday, 10/17, 8 PM: Galerie St. George (Staten Island, NY)

Sunday, 10/18, TBA: Mystery gig (NYC)

Monday, 10/19, 9 PM: The Bell House (Brooklyn, NY)

Tuesday, 10/20, 7:30 PM: The Space (Hamden, CT)

Wednesday, 10/21, 8 PM: Twins Jazz (Washington, DC)

Thursday, 10/22, 11 PM: Automata Chino (Jersey City, NJ)

Friday, 10/23, 8 PM: Time & Space Ltd. (Hudson, NY)

Saturday, 10/24, 9:30 PM: The Black Door (Montpelier, VT)

Yeowza! Makes me want to create one of those moth-eaten tour T-shirts with all the dates on the back. (You know, the ones everyone had in high school, back in the 80s.)

Hope to see you at a show! Please tell your friends!

Contest Mania!

In order to celebrate this mammoth undertaking, we are going gangbusters with two totally rad contests! You could win prizes, fame, and fortune!

First, the IJG remix contest: remix our tune "Howl" (from the album LEEF), and you could win a $50 prize. Plus, your mix could be included on our next album! Details here. Deadline: December 31, 2009.

Second, the IJG video contest: make a video for our song "The Job Song" (also from LEEF), and you could win $250! Details here. Deadline: January 31, 2010.


Fundraising for the tour continues. If you have been waiting for a good time to contribute, wait no longer: now is a good time to contribute! We need all the help that we can get! Details here. And thanks!

Rocktober Online!

As usual, all the antics from the tour will be posted online as much as possible. If you're unable to make it to a show, feel free to follow the fun at the group blog, at this here blog, at Durkin's twitter feed, at Jill's twitter feed, or at (new!) Dan Rosenboom's twitter feed.

And thanks, as always, for your support! We're nothing without you. Eastward ho!

with much love,
The Industrial Jazz Group

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Brooklyn underground

I know our October 19 Bell House hit is among the most high-profile gigs of our upcoming tour, but I LOVE how this poster (commissioned and deployed by the good people at gets all DIY and shit.

The humble hand-drawn quality takes me back to the halcyon high school days that got me into this business in the first place -- when "garage band" was still the name of an actual endeavor, as opposed to a you-too-can-be-a-star website or a piece of software. And it makes me want to rock out all the more.

Eastward, ho!

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Doing what scares you

It's Halloween-month, y'all! One of my favorite times of year.

Those of you who read this blog know that lately I've been obsessing about my group's upcoming east coast tour (October 2009).

Maybe I shouldn't obsess. The IJG has toured the rightward states before -- in 2005 and 2007. The first time was sorta fun but not terribly successful, the second time was super-fun and very successful (in the sense that we had a great response, and also got a trip to Europe out of it). Maybe the 2009 tour will be even better than that.


The fact that we're touring is probably, in and of itself, not that remarkable. Except that this version of the band has 16 people in it (11 of whom are traveling from the west coast, where we're based). Also: we're attempting ten shows in as many days.

Dig: ten days on the road as an independently-funded entity, playing jazz (or, in our case, something vaguely resembling it) would not be an easy proposition for a quartet, let alone for a massive ensemble like the one I lead. Without the sort of guarantees commandeered by the "big fish" of the jazz world -- fees that this band has enjoyed from time to time, but never on a consistent enough basis -- the financial side is a crapshoot. Even if we "win" that gamble, and have a great turnout at every show, the sad truth is that cobbling together a week-and-a-half's worth of door-split type gigs, from venues that generally charge $10 and can only fit, say, 70 people -- that is not a recipe for economic success.

So I feel like I have some explaining to do. Cuz, you know: why?

Obviously, there's the "everything-for-the-music" argument. Why indeed have I done half the things I have done for music, especially when most of them have involved great sacrifice? Well, because I love it, of course. I love it for its inherent beauty, I love it for the people involved, but also because when I'm sitting at the piano (or standing in front of the band, ready to count things off), the world suddenly makes (fleeting) sense. For me, music is, as Robert Frost said about poetry, a "momentary stay against confusion." (Which is kind of humorous, if you think about it, because much of my own music is apparently a little confusing. Or at least so I'm told.)

But that alone is not a reason to take on such a risky endeavor as an east coast tour. After all, I could advocate for the intrinsic value of music from the safety of my home, right? I could blog about it, quoting Robert Frost (or whoever else) until I was blue in the face. Or I could limit myself to our west coast gigs -- or at least the Southern California ones (which in fact are slowly becoming self-sustaining). I could retire from performing altogether, and just focus on writing and recording new tunes. Any of these things would certainly be easier than going on tour 3000 miles from my home-base. They would certainly satisfy my love of music, albeit in a less spectacular way.

No, I think what I'm really after with this damned tour is something symbolic.

It's a protest, really. A piece of performance art. An existential gesture of radical self-determination. The physical evocation of an alternate reality. A demonstration that even under the worst circumstances, it's important to hold your ground.

Believe me, I'm not trying to be a hero. And I'm not so self-centered that I actually believe it's worth inconveniencing fifteen other musicians just so my stupid compositions can "live" for a set of east-coast audiences (like all artists, I'm an egomaniac, but I'm not that much of an egomaniac). But there's a broader principle at stake here: isn't it odd that it seems odd for someone to do something like this? That there's all this great independent music out there, and yet not very many opportunities for people to hear it live, except when it grows in their own backyards?

It seems to me that there is no way to escape this problem, except by finally saying: I'm going to escape this problem. And if that's a scary proposition, well, then, so be it.


[Photo credit: D Sharon Pruitt.]

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Scary or not, the Industrial Jazz Group needs your help! We're having a fall fundraiser, in support of our October tour. You can find out more, and contribute to the cause (for as little as $1!), here.

Also! Contest mania! Check out the remix contest, and the IJG "The Job Song" video contest.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Research & development

So, as I mentioned in a tweet earlier this week, I had been planning to play a few "Jazz Now"-ish tracks for my elementary school kids, just out of curiosity. Today was the first chance I had to do that, so I grabbed it.

In truth, it wasn't much of a chance. Our classes are a fleeting 30 minutes long (I know, I know), and of course there are other things on the daily agenda with each -- so basically I had to steal time from an already limited period.

I decided to focus on the older kids (4th through 7th grade), because I wanted them to respond to the music in writing, and I wanted them to provide as much detail as they liked.

I played two tracks: Led Bib's "Shower" (not sure if Led Bib made it onto anyone's Jazz Now list, actually -- but what the hell, I dig them) and Polar Bear's "Tomlovesalicelovestom." Assuming this is going to be an ongoing exercise, I'm starting across the pond, I guess.

A few words about the sample: all of the students I played this music for are at the very beginning stages of learning to play an instrument. When I have polled them about their musical taste in the past, they have tended to skew toward heavy metal, hard rock, rap, and pop. I did not tell them anything about what I was going to play for them (I did not even use the word "jazz") -- I simply played the track, cold, and then asked them to answer three questions:

1. Did you like it?

2. Why or why not?

3. Would you like to hear more music by this artist?

I encouraged them to be honest.

Out of a total of 19 students:

5 liked "Shower," and wanted to hear more.

8 did not like "Shower" and were not interested in hearing more.

6 were not sure if they liked "Shower" or not, and were not sure if they wanted to hear more.

Here are some of the comments from the students who liked "Shower":

"It sounds mysterious and Egyptian."

"It is very calm and helps take the stress out of you. I also like old-sounding and looking stuff."

"I think that it's a jazz theme. I liked it. I'd like to be good like those guys. I like that it was slow."

"It's soothing I guess, and its a nice mix of instruments."

And the haters:

"It's just not me."

"Horrible song, too may instruments at one time."

"A little weird."

"I don't like it that much. It's because it's boring and does the same thing over and over. I hate when songs do that."

"It's better than nothing but I like words. I don't like saxophone."

"It was too slow getting to the part I like."

"There's no singing and it's not exciting."

Then I played "Tomlovesalicelovestom."

12 kids liked it (some, in fact, loved it), and wanted to hear more.

4 were on the fence, but 2 of them were interested in hearing more.

3 were sure they didn't like it, and didn't want to hear any more (as one wrote: "MY HEAD HURTS").

Excerpted commentary, pro:

"THAT's what I'm talkin' about! It's groovy and funky fresh. I'd listen to it more." (This student also said it reminded him of the B-52s.)

"Yes! Yes! I like it because the beat and choice of instruments. But I only like the beginning to the middle."

"It sounds classic."

"It is so random. I love things that are so random, with old music."

"It's like a lowish jazzy song [...] or it sounds like an Aztec feast."

"It is kind of weird but I like how alternative it is."

Excerpted commentary, con:

"It's horrible it sounds like monkeys." (A reference to the balloon noises in the second half of the tune -- which were assumed by other students to be dolphins.)

"I don't like jazz or whatever this is."

"I hate jazz. It's boring."

And there you have it. That's what you call science, beyotches.

[photo credit: NIOSH]

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9 out of 10 researchers recommend the Industrial Jazz Group's fall fundraiser, in support of our October tour. You can find out more, and contribute to the cause (for as little as $1!), here.

And: contest mania! Check out the remix contest, and the IJG "The Job Song" video contest.