Monday, November 30, 2009

Who will save your filthy, filthy soul?



"Hypocrisy is woven of a fine small thread,
Subtler than Vulcan's engine: yet, believe't,
Your darkest actions, nay, your privatest thoughts,
Will come to light."

John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi


One of the ongoing challenges with the Industrial Jazz Group is walking the line between a.) appealing to the wholesomeness of the mainstream jazz community, and b.) staying true to our more raucous, obscene natures. It's a bit of a balancing act, trying to read an audience before a performance, and adapting our presentation accordingly, all while trying to comport ourselves in a way that feels genuine.

E.g.: sometimes, in the middle of "Big Ass Truck," we shout "What the fuck?" At other times, we shout "Fiddlesticks." It all depends on the scenario. (And we don't always guess right.)

You may know that in its early days, this band was driven by a much more innocent aesthetic. Sometimes I worry that maybe, by going over to the dark side, we've screwed ourselves out of mainstream success at some point in the future (not that I crave mainstream success, but it is a good way to get the band paid). The internet never forgets, and, like a beauty queen trying to outrun a sex tape, perhaps our chastened future selves (ha!) will discover that we're shit out of luck the next time (er, the first time) we want to play a high-class, upscale jazz venue. (I'm reminded of something David Ocker once said about Frank Zappa: "Can you imagine what the Board of Directors of your average symphony would say when confronted with a piece for full orchestra called PENIS DIMENSION?")

Or perhaps not.

I just came across Save the Linoleum, an incredible (I mean that literally) early promo recording by that monster of folk-pop (I mean that affectionately), Jewel. The first track, "God's Gift to Women," is remarkable. The lyrics are not quite safe for work, so if you're at work, well, then, for goodness sake, don't read the quoted section below!

Would you like to ram your tongue down my throat?
Would you like to grab my thighs
Yes, I have got nice tits
They are the perfect grab-me size

I'm just a nice girl
Thought I had everything
Until you flashed me
And I saw what I've been missing

I've been saving myself my whole life
For some slimeball like you to come along
I am so desperate
I'll do you and your mom.

[...]

I was just thinking
That it'd really turn me on
If some guy would drive by
And show me his tongue
I was just thinking that it'd really make my day
If he offered me a place to stay with pay

[...]

I've been saving myself my whole life
for some sketcher like you to come along
I am so desparate
I'll do you on the front lawn.

[...]

I was just thinking that it'd be really cool
If I got hit upside of the head with a manly tool
That way he could have nothing left to say
And have his way with me all day

[...]

I've been saving myself my whole life
for some motherfucker like you to come along


Which is actually not so dirty compared with, say, Lil' Kim. Clearly, the song is a satire of creepy men and weak women, and on that level it's very successful. (Of course, record company executives are never very good at divining non-literal meanings, and so I'm sure somewhere along the line someone got to the young singer-songwriter and said: "This is way too freaky for us. Let's tone it down and clean it up." And the rest, of course, is history.)

I guess the real question, though, is why should this be surprising? Propriety is always a veneer. To pretend that it isn't is a form of hypocrisy.

And how much hypocrisy can art (and culture in general) really take?

I for one wish Jewel would make another album like this.

[Photo credit: jenniferlstoddart]

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Creative marketing

Assuming you know I'm a fan of unusual promotional techniques, and especially unusual promotional techniques involving film, you probably won't be surprised at how great I think this is:



Maybe it's just Portland. We do things differently here.

Anyway. Ben Darwish Group / Sam Howard Band, at Jimmy Mak's, December 4. A splendid time is guaranteed for all.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

We have a visual



The first (and possibly only) video from the Rocktober tour. Mildly unsafe for work. Composition by Andrew Durkin, performance by the Industrial Jazz Group.

Footage shot in Pittsfield, MA (Berkshire Museum); Coxsackie [sic], NY (rest stop); Philadelphia, PA (Green Line Cafe); Staten Island, NY (Galerie St. George); Brooklyn, NY (The Bell House); Washington, DC (Twins Jazz); Jersey City, NJ (Automata Chino); Montpelier, VT (the Black Door). Camera work c/o Tany Ling and Matt Lichtenwalner (camera c/o Tany Ling).

The audio is still a rough work-in-progress (not yet fully mixed), derived from a few spring 2009 recording sessions. It features Dan Rosenboom, Josh Aguiar, Aaron Smith (trumpets); Mike Richardson, Ian Carrol (bones); Gavin Templeton, Cory Wright, Evan Francis, Brian Walsh, Damon Zick, Gabriel Sundy (saxes); Tany Ling (vox); Oliver Newell, Dan Schnelle (rhythm section); Andrew Durkin (composition, conducting); Jill Knapp (as-of-yet unrecorded vox).

All images are of the October 2009 touring band: Dan Rosenboom, Phil Rodriguez, Steph Richards, Dylan Canterbury, Joe Herrera (trumpets); Mike Richardson, Ian Carrol (bones); Gavin Templeton, Beth Schenck, Robbyn Tongue, Evan Francis, Brian Walsh, Dave Crowell, Tony Gairo, Gabriel Sundy (saxes); Tany Ling, Jill Knapp (vox); Oliver Newell, Dan Schnelle (rhythm section); Andrew Durkin (composition, conducting).

"Et Tu, Tutu?" began life as a piece for the Portland Jazz Composers' Ensemble. A few months later, I adapted it for the IJG.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)



So my little girl came home from kindergarten yesterday with two paper doll pilgrims she had made in honor of Thanksgiving.

Interestingly, she had given them both brown skin. And though I'm usually a stickler for historical accuracy, I thought that was pretty fucking cool.

I suppose it's only a matter of time before one of my conservative friends (1.) becomes offended by this, and (2.) blames it on Obama.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Bricolage, baby


These days, the term "indie" seems to connote a particular style of music, as much as (or maybe more) than a particular approach to (or strategy for) making music. But when I hear the word "indie," my first association is with filmmaker Roger Corman, who, as you may have heard, was just given an Academy Award.

Why that association? Well, Corman set the independent template, not so much by growing (or not growing) a beard, but by displaying a knack for cutting through the bullshit that attends corporatized art production. (And is there any artform more prone to corporatization than film?)

John Sayles:

When you're starting out, most screenwriters write a dozen things and two maybe get made. The important thing about Roger is that he makes movies -- he doesn't fuck around a lot. He just decides, "I'm going to pay somebody to write this movie and that means we are making it once the script is as good a shape as we can for the money and time I've set aside for it." I wrote three screenplays for Roger and all three got made into movies. That's why he is really so incredible. You get the learning, the writing, the story conferencing, and all that. But you also see the whole thing translated into a movie.

Because of the smallness and directness -- I mean, there was one boss, which was Roger -- you didn't go through a dozen subproducers to get to the guy who was going to say yes or no to a screenplay. With the studios, you're always campaigning for one guy so he'll hand it off to the next guy, and the other guy might actually respond very differently. So you never really know who your audience is. Five or six people will filter your script through, whereas at New World there was Roger and there was Frances and that was it. So right away you got to talk to the people who were responsible for making your movie.

I did so many fewer drafts working for Roger than for other places, and as far as I'm concerned the extra drafts didn't make for a better movie. It was just that other functionaries in the major studio process were getting to lift their leg up on your work along the way.


It's funny that I recently succumbed to the notion that sometimes you have to spend money to make money, because for so long I have assumed that my own meager attempts at excellence would have to be done on the cheap. I'm not sure Corman has ever been interested in excellence, per se (not that that has stopped me from loving his work), but he is notorious for not spending money (because you can't spend money you don't have), and getting stuff (a lot of stuff, in fact) done anyway. Which I suppose is why he has been one of my heroes.

Of course, everything is relative, as the man explains in his memoir, How I Made a Hundred Movies in Hollywood And Never Lost a Dime (from which all the quotes in this post are taken):

Part of why Hollywood studio features average $20 million [this was written in 1998] is the justifiable cost of making big pictures combined with supply and demand for huge box-office stars who command gigantic fees. But another part is simply inefficient or indulgent filmmaking. I can look at a movie with an ostensible $1 million budget and say whether the money was well spent or not. With a $30 million or $50 million picture, I have no frame of reference. Who can tell you what a $50 million picture is supposed to look like? Lucas's Star Wars money was brilliantly spent. It was on the screen. The fortunes spent on Heaven's Gate or Ishtar, for example, clearly were not.


Yes.

Let's consider this a slightly different way. It seems like there are two approaches to making art (and maybe the healthiest thing any artist can do is to figure out how to navigate between them as the situation demands). One can start any given project with a clear but unyielding concept of what the end result should be, laying down the law in advance, and then finding, come hell or high water, the means to execute that vision to a "T."

Or, one can start with a rough idea of what the end result should be, and then adapt to the resources at hand (not to mention the inevitable things that will go wrong) with all the suppleness and aplomb and quick-thinking intelligence of the best jazz improvisors.

You probably know where my sympathies lie. Corman, again:

I remember shooting Atlas in Greece almost thirty years ago when I was staging the climactic battle in which Atlas leads the troops of Praximedes against the walled city of Thenis. I'd promised a contribution to the Greek Army Charity Fund in return for its providing five hundred soldiers for the battle. On the appointed day only fifty appeared. Possibly someone had misplaced a decimal point. The script called for Praximedes to overwhelm the outnumbered defenders with the size of his army. The only thing I could think of was to abandon my plans for large-scale panoramic shots and shoot the battle in a series of close action shots to hide the size of the army with a flurry of action on the screen. Before shooting I quickly wrote some new dialogue in which Atlas asked Praximedes how he hoped to conquer the city with such a small number of soldiers. Praximedes replied that in his theory of warfare a small band of efficient, dedicated, highly trained warriors could defeat any number of rabble.

That's my theory of filmmaking.


Again, yes, to both the example of on-the-fly adaptation and the lesson Corman drew from it.

(And though I'm going to be trying out some different approaches soon, deep down, that's also my theory of music-making. Bricolage, baby.)

Friday, November 13, 2009

The top ten things I learned from the Rocktober tour


Okay, I promise this will be the last post spent processing October's tour. I realize this stuff must get tiring to folks on the outside.

(Though if I were to justify all the navel-gazing, I'd say that when you're a professional musician with an original concept that you're trying to get out into the world in an economically viable way, you have to constantly analyze, evaluate, and adapt. There is no template for a 21st century not-really-jazz (but not-really-anything-else) big band. There are lots of places around the web to get good advice, lots of good books you can read, and lots of good people who are helping build a new music economy, one note at a time. But there is still, inevitably, a lot of trial and error. And that's fine; I, for one, never expected anything else. But I'm also trying to understand every step (and mis-step) as fully as I can. It's partly why I started this blog in the first place, don't'cha know.)

Anyway: what did I learn this time out? Well, how about I try to distill it all into a single handy-dandy list?

(I realize some of this may be obvious, but it's helpful for me to repeat it, even if only for myself.)

1. The old music business is currently a little like the Terminator at the end of the original movie.

We're at the point where the polyurethane skin and flesh have been burned off, and the silver robotic skeleton has been exposed. But the damned thing still shows no signs of dying, and the hydraulic press is not yet a foregone conclusion.

Which just means that, though this is an exciting time, full of musicians who are creatively taking charge of their careers, in some cases the smartest approach is to go about your business the old-fashioned way. For me, that means recognizing that the IJG is not really as DIY of a proposition as I first thought, and that, at long last, I am going to have to assemble a team to help me run it.

2. Sometimes trying to save money can be costly in other ways.

Logistically speaking, probably the biggest challenge with Rocktober was the fact that I tried to do it as inexpensively as possible (naturally enough, since it was our most ambitious outing). That ultimately ended up making life much harder than it had to be.

For instance, it's mercifully cheap to have bandmembers stay with friends at various homes scattered throughout a given city, but that also means that the next morning, when we're trying to get to whatever the next event is, everyone is not conveniently in the same place (i.e., a single hotel), and the ability to depart for that evening's gig is completely dependent on people's ability to get to a designated pick-up spot at a given time. With a quartet, that is possibly a manageable task. With a 16-piece group, that is practically an invitation to disaster, unless you have one person whose job it is to be a professional asshole, ensuring that everyone is where they need to be at the right time.

3. Hire a professional asshole.

Otherwise known as a "tour manager," this is the person who would, for instance, proactively motivate any individuals who seem poised to make everyone else late. Alternately, he or she would be a veritable information kiosk for any and all questions about the itinerary, would anticipate occasional unforeseen logistical problems, and so on. (Oh, yeah! He or she would also allow a bandleader to focus on other things -- like, well, you know, the music.)

4. Leave a 3 hour buffer for everything.

Is the call time 6 PM? Aim to get the whole band there by 3.

(Not least because of the absurd phenomenon known as traffic. I escaped traffic as a concept three years ago when I left LA for Portland. But Rocktober quickly reintroduced me to this strange, absurd, and ultimately evil phenomenon. Trust me: you don’t know how hellish traffic actually is until you are able to live somewhere where traffic is relatively scarce. Getting to know traffic again, sitting in the back seat of a small red car and waiting waiting waiting until whatever the fuck was slowing us all down could be moved, I was reminded of a thought that often crossed my mind during the few minutes of my life when I could actually tolerate a “real job”: human beings are not meant to live like this.)



5. Hold regular band meetings, even when there doesn't seem to be a reason for them.

Before this tour, the only "band meetings" the IJG ever had were during the few minutes at the end of a rehearsal.

On this tour, I learned that, when you have 16 people on the road for an extended period of time, it is crucial to provide a regular opportunity for them to express whatever concerns, issues, complaints, or observations they might have. Ideally this sort of thing should function like the steam valve on a pressure cooker.



6. Don't count on your GPS.

GPS is a crutch. Even the best ones seem unreliable for a long-term itinerary in which you're trying to figure out a route on the fly. (Being right nine times out of ten counts as "unreliable" in my book.)

If you're undertaking a tour with a lot of driving, research your route ahead of time: start with mapquest or google maps, and print all the results out (I actually used to do that, but for this tour it was one more task I didn't have time to get to). Bring along a GPS, sure, but also arm yourself with an old-fashioned hardcopy map. Hell: contact your destination ahead of time to confirm that you are taking the best path from point A to point B.

When you're on a long tour, everything depends on your ability to get to a given location in a comfortable, timely manner. Nobody plays well when they have to crawl out of the back seat of a crowded van a few minutes before a gig. Triangulate the shit out of your directions.

7. 12-seater vans are awesome, convenient, and easier to drive than you might think.

If I had known this ahead of time (I only discovered it by accident toward the end of the tour, because of a mishap with a credit card), I would have rented one of these babies for the entire tour, instead of the two smaller vans we ended up using for most of it.



8. Unless absolutely necessary, tour in the spring and summer only.

Touring during the onset of a novel flu season is a big, big mistake.

9. It is much better to play a single 60-minute set on a double or triple bill than it is to play two or more sets when you're the only band on the bill.

Truthfully, this is something I've been aware of for a long time. It's actually my preferred performance scenario, at least at this stage of the band. But when you're not a professional booking agent, and you're putting together something like Rocktober, there's only so much you can do before you hit a wall (e.g., bands you like who are unavailable to gig with you, venues who demand that you go it alone, etc.).

Which makes me think that this item should actually be "find yourself a professional booking agent" -- someone who knows how to get over the aforementioned wall. (See also number one, above.)

10. Admit when you're wrong, take responsibility for any shit that happens, and learn from your mistakes.

I have spoken before about the role that I believe the ego plays in all the arts. We artist-types are driven by a deep desire for self-expression, and every time we get up to perform we're exposing what feels like an extension of ourselves -- our psyche, or soul, or moral fiber, or whatever you want to call it. (Which may be why the arts can be home to such vitriolic, passionate arguments over craft, process, meaning, etc. It also may be why some of the most beautiful collaborative relationships have gone so sour.)

In any case, a good bandleader, I think, has to know how to set all that ego-baggage aside, and fully own up to (and apologize for) any of his or her mistakes. But more than that, I believe that a good bandleader has to learn how to productively take responsibility for anything that goes wrong with the band -- not always in a literal sense, but (like the captain of a ship, or the president of a country) figuratively, symbolically, and as a way of defusing any tension. As I used to say during our gigs, while gesturing toward the ensemble: "This is my fault." I think people appreciate when you are able to recognize that you put them in a given situation, even when you did not necessarily cause a specific aspect of that situation to go south.



Hope that list helps you. It certainly helped me.

And now: onward and upward. (Or, as John Lennon used to say: "To the toppermost of the poppermost!")

[photo credit (top only): Mike Licht]

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Things we said today



Now that I'm returning to post-tour sanity, I'm actually starting to read the blogs again. That's right, baby: blogs! They're the wave of the future.

I suppose it's a little lazy of me to simply share what I've been commenting in my travels, and act like that's a bona fide post. (Is it? Sometimes I feel like I've lost all sense of decorum.)

Anyway, I chimed in at Eric Benson's fantastic post on Pandora and iTunes's Genius service. The original post is well worth your time, so go read. And here is what I said about it:

This is a very interesting piece. I'd be curious to know about the constituency of music listeners that Pandora is attempting to serve (I haven't had a chance to listen to the interview, so I don't know if this was covered there). But I think they are assuming that most people are pretty happy hearing "more of the same." Why else would they tout their service as "stations that play only music you like"? You can't really be adventurous in your listening without the risk of failure, and if they're counting on you liking everything they come up with, well, where's the risk?

That in fact is why I have always been suspicious of services like Pandora, Genius, the Amazon recommendations system, etc. I do use them from time to time, but I kind of resent the way they seem designed to make the process of discovering music easier. That seems like a pitfall to me, because personally I have always enjoyed the hard work involved in the process of discovering new music through my own active research: methodically triangulating numerous sources (friends, libraries, reviews, DJs, etc.) and coming across some real gems in the process. While it's true that that approach is more time-consuming, involves a greater degree of risk, and a can occasionally yield a dud, it still feels like when I am actively participating in the my own music search, instead of having possibilities handed to me by an algorithm, the end result is a feeling of greater connection with the music I end up loving.

Of course, on the other hand, I understand the motivation behind services like Pandora, which I think would not be springing up if there was not exponentially more music in the world these days. It's a response to what Alvin Toffler called "overchoice" -- the dizzying array of new releases in any given week, month, year. So I get it, but I still avoid it.


Earlier, I waxed ponderous at Peter Hum's terrific post on semantics and music criticism. Again, well worth your time. Again, go read. Again, here's what I said:

Thanks for this great discussion, Peter.

Personally, though I try to choose my words carefully (and at times obsessively), I confess I'm less concerned with finding the perfect word to describe music x, or automatically avoiding certain words for the same reason. Language has always been a much more fluid phenomenon than most of us realize when we're caught up in it at any given moment. But the truth is that fifty or a hundred years from now, what seems like perfect or imperfect terminology today may have changed its meaning in ways we can't foresee.

What is far more important, and what your article reminds us of, I think, is that writers need to *define their terms up front*, either explicitly, or by placing a given word in a context that is impossible to miss. And failure to do that is really where the problem comes in.

The other thing you've reminded me of is the Orwellian idea that the words a writer chooses (though if he or she is being lazy, "choice" may not be the best description of what is happening) can influence the thoughts he or she is having. As Orwell says in Politics and the English Language, sloppy writing produces sloppy thinking. And whatever else is going on with the music biz these days, we could sure do with a lot less sloppy thinking.


Boo-ya!

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Incidentally, a very good friend of mine is diving into the blogosphere. His stuff is here. Take it for a spin if you like.

[Photo credit: Mike Licht]

Monday, November 09, 2009

What passes for scholarship these days: Chapter one, part one



[Photo credit: Wonderlane]


So in another life, ages ago, I wrote this thing called a dissertation, in support of a doctoral degree that I currently get approximately zero material use out of.

Here is the third installment of a series that will finally get the whole damned thing out there for public consumption. I'm going to more or less present it verbatim, though I'm sure my thinking has changed in some ways since I originally wrote it (between 1998 and 2004).

Enjoy, if you can!

PREVIOUSLY:
Introduction, part one
Introduction, part two

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Decomposition: A Critique of Musical Authorship and Authenticity


Chapter One: Ellington, Beethoven, and the Rhetoric of Genius (part one)

I first became aware of the music of Duke Ellington through a biography by James Lincoln Collier, published in 1987. A jazz neophyte at the time, I had only the dimmest awareness of who Ellington was, and had no idea that this particular work (bearing the utilitarian title, Duke Ellington) had been the center of a controversy in the music world. But in fact many had rallied against what William Youngren called Collier’s “preoccupation, even obsession, with proving that Ellington was not really a composer” (Youngren 86). Amiri Baraka, for instance, commented that Collier’s “various writings give off the distinct aroma of a rotting mint julep” (Anderson 173), and Stanley Crouch characterized the biography as “insipid, sloppy and irresponsible” (Crouch 442).

I will address the criticisms of Collier’s book (many of which are quite valid) later in this chapter, but I want to begin by pointing out that one of the things that interested me about this text was that, according to Collier, Ellington’s creative modus operandi -- to put it simply -- challenged the traditional western conception of artistic genius by substituting collaboration for solitary artistry. Ellington’s career may in fact demonstrate this idea more obviously than that of any other “great” composer, and thus it turns out that he is the perfect introductory subject for my study. But an understanding of Ellington’s compositional practice also enables audiences to reconsider other artists in similar terms. Indeed, one of Collier’s shortcomings is that he implies that Ellington’s collaborative compositional technique is an aberration in western music, one that stands out against the romantic idea of a Beethoven or a Mozart (say) composing great works in isolation. 1 And much of the negative response to Collier was in turn prompted by a desire to argue that Ellington was a composer in the Beethovenian or Mozartian mold, as traditionally understood. Now I too want to offer a response to Collier’s view -- not by arguing that Ellington is like Beethoven or Mozart, but rather by flipping the equation, and arguing that Beethoven and Mozart are like Ellington. In other words, the collaborative model of artistry did not begin with jazz.

The contrast between this collaborative model and the (more common) innate or individual model requires some definitional groundwork. Let’s begin with what I have been calling the “traditional western conception of artistic genius.” To put it plainly: in western music the compositional ideal, derived from the heyday of art music (between the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries), is the solitary figure who singlehandedly produces masterworks, and is often discussed in language similar to that of the following quotation, taken from Alfred Einstein’s well-known biography of Mozart: “As an artist, as a musician, Mozart was not a man of this world. To a certain part of the nineteenth century his work seemed to possess so pure, so formally rounded, so ‘godlike’ a perfection that Richard Wagner, the most violent spokesman of the Romantic Period, could call him ‘music’s genius of light and love’” (3). A more recent example of this kind of purple prose can be found in an essay filmmaker Ken Burns wrote about his popular but controversial documentary on jazz: “Louis Armstrong is quite simply the most important person in American music. He is to 20th century music (I did not say jazz) what Einstein is to physics, Freud is to medicine [sic] and the Wright Brothers are to travel. He transformed first instrumental playing, liberating jazz, cutting it loose from nearly all constraints, essentially inventing what we call swinging, and then brought an equally great revolution to singing.”

Numerous other examples could be cited to illustrate the point, but I will assume the reader has at least some familiarity with this kind of language -- as it applies not only to music but to any of the arts, and indeed to the sciences and other disciplines as well. Of course, discussions of traditional genius can also take on a sarcastic tone; engraver and sculptor Eric Gill has called this the artist as “a God kindly handing out his infallible works” (Grigely 67), and historian M.S. Anderson has similarly identified it as “the exceptional spirit leading, and entitled to lead, the mediocrities by whom he inevitably found himself surrounded” (Anderson 332). Einstein, Burns, Gill and Anderson all stress the solitude (and even solipsism) of the artist figure, and it is this solitude that is a key component of what I call the “rhetoric of genius.” For while it is true that there are variations on the basic idea of artistic genius in the west (Peter Kivy makes a convincing argument in his The Possessor and the Possessed), they all share this characteristic of solitude: the artist creates individually, and the participation of other human beings, and of contexts, is secondary, passive, and non-essential. In this sense, artworks attributed to genius appear to have an entirely different provenance than artworks attributed to collaboration.

I use the word “rhetoric” because I want to highlight that what I am addressing is a way of speaking about art, a fascination with the sound of aesthetic language rather than a concern for its meaning. I draw here on the Orwellian idea that language influences thinking. 2 In my view, the rhetoric of genius creates and sustains habits of perception that distract us from effectively interrogating the creative process -- wowing us with enthusiastic praise for the artist, and emphasizing “mystery” and “magic” over a more nuts-and-bolts view of creativity. At its most extreme, there is a religious dimension to this language. 3 The idea that the works of Mozart or Armstrong were produced in isolation provides a kind of spiritual comfort -- consider again Einstein’s comment that Mozart’s work “seemed to possess so pure, so formally rounded, so ‘godlike’ a perfection” or Ken Burns’s confession (following the quote cited a few paragraphs back) that because of Armstrong “my own contemplation of mortality is now tempered by the undying hope that I will get to hear him playing with Gabriel someday.” Even such an aesthetic iconoclast as Debussy is quoted as having said that Bach “was a benevolent god, to whom musicians should offer a prayer before setting to work so that they may be preserved from mediocrity” (qtd. in Day 66). Such patterns of language may explain why the rhetoric of genius gained ascendancy in the nineteenth century, as Judeo-Christian belief systems came under greater assault and many searched for alternate sources of spiritual certainty; the idea of a single artistic creator provided a means whereby religious skeptics could nevertheless espouse a belief system that was clearly analogous to western monotheistic theology.

While I do not want to exaggerate the case here by suggesting that the rhetoric of genius is the only available mode for speaking about art in our culture, I do see it as a dominant mode, and one that informs important cultural insitutions through the present day, from the university system to such popular events as the Academy Awards or the American Idol TV series. All of these institutions reinforce versions of what has been called the “star system” -- a kind of hierarchy of celebrity that arguably emerged, like the rhetoric of genius itself, in the nineteenth century. In universities, individual intellectuals develop the power to strongly influence cultural canons; in Hollywood, individual artists develop the power to determine what kinds of films are made and marketed; in the music industry, image and celebrity conspire to limit the kinds of recordings and performances that are made easily available. In all of these areas, despite palpable evidence of collaborative practices, the power (both popular and elite) that attends our understanding of creativity tends to accrue to specific individuals. 4

Ironically, in recent years, the traditional view of artistry has been subject to careful critique by textual scholars working primarily within the field of Literature. Consider, for instance, discussions of the poet John Keats. Some have suggested that after his death, Keats’s poetry was heavily reworked by various nineteenth-century editors so that it would “fit into a [new] social and critical moment” (Grigely 34). 5 This reworking helped construct what Joseph Grigely calls the “canonical Keats” (i.e., the Keats we know today), and this construction, as opposed to the original or “embarrassing Keats” (i.e., the Keats who, Thomas DeQuincey argued, “played such fantastic tricks as could only enter into the heart of a barbarian, and for which only the anarchy of Chaos could furnish a forgiving audience” (Grigely 34)), determined to a large extent how nineteenth century audiences read the poet.

I refer to this kind of activity -- hands-on participation in the production of an artwork, through acts like editing or translating -- as direct collaboration. In one sense, of course, the idea that direct collaboration is artistically important is nothing new: editing and translating are vital literary enterprises, as any Shakespearean or Homeric scholar will tell you: a particular edition or translation can alter a work in significant ways. 6 But the textual critique of Grigely and others raises questions about whether direct collaboration is all that different from “actual writing” (i.e., what Keats or Shakespeare or Homer did), thereby undercutting the notion that the latter is “artistry” and the former mere “tweaking.” In my own view, “actual writing” is best seen as an initiating act -- an artistic “setting the ball in motion,” a choice made by an individual artist, but not exceeding direct collaboration in aesthetic significance.

At its most provocative, the textual critique of literary works goes much further than this, raising questions about practical matters that inform the production of literary texts -- manufacturing and marketing techniques, technologies of dissemination, and so on. Consider the role of apparently insignificant factors such as the choice of a typeface. One might argue that Times New Roman creates an entirely different impression (more fluid, perhaps; sophisticated and yet accesible) from Courier (choppy, business-like, technological), and that each has a different impact on meaning. Page thickness, binding, coloration all play similar roles. Such observations suggest the importance of context, or framing. Grigely argues that in visual art

[w]e are traditionally inclined to think of how an artwork transforms the space it inhabits -- more literally how a painting “fills” a room -- but we must also consider how a text is transformed by that same space. In the Louvre Mona Lisa does not sit alone but in the presence of guards, a humidity-controlled vitrine shielded by two panes of three-layered bullet-proof glass, dark walls, a roped barricade, innumerable viewers jostling for a better view, and the constant hum of camcorders: one cannot read the text without the presence of other readers […] I might argue then that the Louvre text of the Mona Lisa is not a mere painting, but a performance, a mise-en-scene in which the cultural status of the work is reflected in how it is presented and received (45).


These observations point to the most elusive layer of creative activity, which I call contextual (or indirect) collaboration. Unlike direct collaboration, contextual collaboration is the idea that artworks are understood through and therefore shaped by ostensibly “passive” entities like physical environments (e.g., the reading room and the museum), historical moments (e.g. the impact of preceding artists, cultural trends) and technologies (e.g., printing techniques, framing techniques, etc.). Instead of seeing context as a background to the work, the notion of contextual collaboration suggests that the work and the context are mutually dependent -- one cannot exist without the other.

In sum, then, what the textual critique of literature implies is a consideration of artistry as a triangular relationship between initiating acts (decisions and moves made by individual writers), direct collaboration (the hands-on role of editors, translators and others), and contextual collaboration (the role played by “passive” entities like readers, physical environments, technologies and historical moments) -- rather than a hierarchical relationship in which the latter two merely support the former.

Although it is possible to argue that literature and painting take place in a social context, music is an even more explicitly “social art,” and for this reason it seems particularly well-suited to an adaption of the foregoing critique. By explicitly introducing the factor of performance, music may demonstrate the complexity of artistic processes (complicating the notion of the “work”) more forcefully than literature or painting. For instance, in the 1957 “live” recording of “Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue,” by Duke Ellington and his Orchestra, the creation of the “chart” (i.e., the paper on which the notes are written) might be the initiating act, whereas the performance of that chart by the Orchestra is direct collaboration and the response of the audience is contextual collaboration. Or, one might also argue that the performance itself is the initiating act (led by Paul Gonsalves’ 27-chorus solo), the audience response (as audibly captured on the recording) is direct collaboration, and the audience listening at home to the CD several decades later, contextual collaboration. In the end, the specific definitions used for the three collaborative roles -- initiating acts, direct collaboration, indirect (i.e., contextual) collaboration -- are less important than the recognition that an artwork never emanates from a single source.

In any case, although musicology lags behind textual studies in the exploration of these nuances, there are those who have begun to consider the importance of musical forms of both direct collaboration (addressing the role of bandmembers or fellow musicians, arrangers, producers, engineers, or others directly involved in composition but not credited as such) and contextual collaboration in recent years. As an example of the latter, sociologist Tia DeNora, in her controversial book, Beethoven and the Construction of Genius, demonstrates not that composer Ludwig van Beethoven did not possess musical ability of a very high order (as some of her critics have charged) but rather that what is commonly thought of as “Beethoven’s” genius was in fact a complex process that to some extent was contingent upon a number of contextual factors: the support of such key aristocratic patrons and tastemakers as Baron Gottfried van Swieten and Prince Karl Lichnowsky, advancements in piano manufacturing that worked well for Beethoven’s comparatively forceful manner of playing that instrument, a historical moment that was ripe for stylistic change, and so on.

Composer / alto saxophonist John Zorn too suggests that collaboration has achieved greater recognition as a compositional method in recent years; the following comments come from the liner notes to his Spillane album (Elektra / Nonesuch, 1987):

Whether we like it or not, the era of the composer as autonomous musical mind has just about come to an end. At this point in musical history, the relevant question is, “What exactly does a composer do?” Over the past 40 years, many of the great composers have worked with collaborators. Ellington had Billy Strayhorn as well as his amazing band. John Cage had David Tudor and Takehisa Kosugi. Stockhausen has depended on the Kontarsky brothers, Harold Boje, his son Markus, and Susanne Stephens, among others. Mauricio Kagel’s group included Vinko Globokar, Crisoph Caskel, Edward Tarr, etc. Philip Glass and Steve Reich work closely with their ensembles.

The collaborative aspects of the recording process make this even clearer. When the Beatles put together Sgt. Pepper with George Martin, or Frank Zappa worked with the Mothers of Invention on the early Verve records, the collaboration helped produce a musical statement greater than the sum of the individuals involved.


Note that Zorn’s quick survey here touches on all three elements of the collaborative model of creativity: the initiating acts attributable to composers like Ellington and Cage, the direct collaboration of other composers like Billy Strayhorn and David Tudor, and the kind of contextual collaboration provided by (say) the environment of a recording studio, in which the state of technology helps determine what is possible in the “final product.” My only qualification of Zorn’s commentary is that the “era of the composer as autonomous musical mind” is a rhetorical construction that never accurately addressed how art happens. DeNora’s work on Beethoven, which we will examine later in this chapter, will be useful in demonstrating this point.

The collaborative model of art is useful from a purely philosophical point of view, but it also has practical ramifications. As we shall see by chapter five, the rhetoric of genius is closely intertwined with copyright law as it now exists. Legal theorizing has moved that law into the arena of material value: making sure copyright holders are remunerated for their efforts is the paramount concern. In music the initiating acts of the composer provide the focus of this valuation. Put simply, the first two chapters of this book are guided by the following questions: why are direct and contextual collaboration valued any differently? What is the mechanism by which we determine the cultural worth of one activity as compared with the others?



i. Collaborating with Duke Ellington

One of the most impressive facts about the music associated with Duke Ellington is that there is so much of it. The individual songs and pieces credited to the bandleader run well into the thousands (some estimates run as high as five thousand (Rattenbury 2)). Scott Yanow writes that “there are currently a countless number of Ellington albums available… with ‘new’ (previously unissued) ones coming out nearly every month as if he were still alive” (Yanow 1213). Yanow is not alone in arguing that, despite its bulk, this material is of “consistently high quality; there are few if any throwaways in Ellington’s entire discography!” (1213).

Indeed, Ellington is considered by many to be one of America’s most original and valuable composers, and throughout the twentieth century his supporters used what I have already defined as the rhetoric of genius in their analyses of his work. Consider, for instance, this passage from a 1931 Pittsburgh Courier article, and the way emphasis is placed on Ellington the original composer, effectively obscuring the orchestra with which he was associated:

During the past year or more the name of Duke Ellington has lingered upon the lips of radio fans, dance lovers, theatregoers and the amusement public of the Nation in general… Crowned ‘King of Jazz’ last week in the National ‘Most Popular Orchestra’ Contest conducted by the Pittsburgh Courier, reigning supreme and having polled 50,000 votes, the largest amount, competing with over 50 orchestras and bands all over the United States, Duke Ellington has proved that he is the most popular orchestra leader today (DER 54).


Note the fetishization of the Ellington moniker here (“the name of Duke Ellington has lingered upon the lips of radio fans, dance lovers, theatregoers and the amusement public”). Much writing about Ellington has made use of this same band-obscuring synecdoche. George Avakian’s review of “Ellington at Newport” (1956), for instance, begins thus: “Overshadowing everything else… Duke Ellington’s [that is to say, the orchestra’s] performance of Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue in the last set… turned into one of the most extraordinary moments in the history of [the Newport Festival]” (290) (ironically, one of the things that made the piece extraordinary was a twenty-seven chorus solo by tenor saxophonist Paul Gonsalves, of which more later). Stanley Crouch, in a 1988 article describing several of the band’s extended works, takes this language to a level worthy of the Old Testament -- reminding us once again that the rhetoric of genius has religious overtones. He writes that

at this point in the maestro’s career [the fifties], the view from the mountaintop was as clear and precise as that of an extraordinary hunting bird who continued to amaze as he swooped down into the valley, got what he needed, then started moving up higher, and higher, leaving an indelible image in the sky (DER 442).


Earlier writers employed similarly biblical terminology. For instance, Andre Hodier, one of the first critics to appreciate the work of Ellington’s band from a musicological perspective, wrote in 1958 that “Duke Ellington holds a privileged position in the history of jazz [. . .] Single-handed he changed the face of a desert and brought forth the first fruit of that multidimensional music which may one day supplant every other form of jazz” (DER 297-98). Richard O. Boyer, in a 1944 portrait of Ellington called “The Hot Bach,” describes what seem to be scenes right out of Peter Schaefer’s Amadeus, underscoring what he perceived as the effortlessness of Ellington’s process: “[S]ome of [Ellington’s] best pieces have been written against the glass partitions of offices in recording studios, on darkened overnight buses, with illumination supplied by a companion holding an interminable chain of matches, and in sweltering, clattering day coaches” (DER 216). Furthermore, it is important to note that critics are not the only ones who conceive of Ellington in this way. The trumpeter and bandleader Miles Davis, for instance, has been quoted as saying that “all the musicians in jazz should get together on one certain day and get down on their knees to thank Duke” (DER 364).

What is interesting about many of these critical assessments is that, although the rhetoric of genius stands out as the most salient feature, the same writers simultaneously take note of facts that appear to contradict that rhetoric. For instance, Yanow remarks that Ellington “always considered his orchestra to be his main instrument” (1213), and in the remainder of his article suggests just how much Ellington depended on the people with whom he worked; commenting, for instance, that “[w]hile most big bands might have three or four notable soloists, Ellington’s orchestra in the ‘30s featured eight” (1214). Crouch makes a similar point, arguing that “[I]n order to do what his creative appetite, his ambition, and his artistic demon asked of him, Ellington had to maintain an orchestra for composing purposes longer than any other, almost fifty years” (443). Hodier is more specific about this dynamic; in his review of “Concerto for Cootie” (named for featured trumpeter Cootie Williams) Hodier writes that

[u]nlike the European concerto, in which the composer’s intention dominates the interpreter’s(4), the jazz concerto makes the soloist a kind of second creator, often more important than the first, even when the part he has to play doesn’t leave him any melodic initiative. Perhaps Cootie had nothing to do with the melody of the Concerto; he probably doesn’t stray from it an inch; and still it would be impossible to imagine Concerto for Cootie without him (DER 284).


If we look at Hodier’s previously quoted remarks (“Single handed he [Ellington] changed the face of a desert and brought forst the first fruit”) and juxtapose them with this passage (particularly the comment that “the jazz concerto makes the soloist a kind of second creator, often more important than the first […] it would be impossible to imagine Concerto for Cootie without [Cootie]”), the contradictory threads of this criticism become clear.

These comments suggest the importance of direct collaboration in the Ellington group -- collaboration which in the case of “Concerto for Cootie” took the form of a distinctive sound employed by a notable player. Specifically, the reason it would be impossible to imagine “Concerto for Cootie” without Cootie Williams is that the trumpeter had an idiosyncratic performance style -- a greatly valued characteristic in jazz -- involving a combination of mutework and vocalized tone. As Hodier suggests, this tone itself is one of the crucial elements of the composition. In Beyond Category, his biography of Ellington, John Edward Hasse reveals that a similar role was played by the alto saxophonist Johnny Hodges. For a variety of reasons (including the feeling that he wasn’t being well-compensated), Hodges (as well as trombonist Lawrence Brown and drummer Sonny Greer, two important bandmembers in their own right) left the Ellington orchestra in 1951. Hasse writes of this event that “Hodges’s sliding, passionate way with ballads, his moving blues, and his majestic melodies helped define the Ellington sound; robbed of it, how could Ellington continue his band, keep alive his sound? It was a stunning blow, the greatest professional crisis Ellington had ever faced” (298). Note here how the possessive case slips from Hodges to Ellington: “Hodges’s sliding, passionate way with ballads, his moving blues, and his majestic melodies” is rhetorically absorbed into the “the Ellington sound,” suggesting a kind of aesthetic hierarchy. Yet Hasse simultaneously recognizes that Ellington depended on Hodges, going so far as to argue that during Hodges’ sabbatical from the band (the altoist would return in 1955), “none of Ellington’s recordings can be considered quintessential” (322). This statement requires some explanation, for if Ellington was indeed the individual genius that Hasse ultimately argues he was, we might legitimately wonder why he could not more easily have overcome Hodges’ departure.

Direct collaboration in the Ellington group was not limited to the lending of an interpretive style. Many “sidemen” contributed (sometimes against their will) musical fragments (melodies, riffs, and other ideas) that were incorporated by Ellington into the music for the group, often without compositional credit. This is the feature of the Ellington band that is taken up most forcefully and controversially in the Collier biography; Collier argues, for instance, that “the central melodic ideas of virtually all of Ellington’s best-known songs originated in someone else’s head” (302). He then proceeds to make a list of eighteen of the most popular songs associated with Ellington (e.g. “In a Sentimental Mood,” “I’m Beginning to See the Light,” “Creole Love Call,” “Mood Indigo”), indicating which bandmember he believes was responsible for the main idea of each piece. He goes on in more detail:

The men in the sections worked out a lot of the voicings, although in the main from chords supplied by Ellington. Tom Whaley and Juan Tizol often made alterations as they extracted the parts. A great many of the contrapuntal or answering lines were suggested by members of the band, in some cases simply to give themselves something to play while the main line was carried by someone else. Phrases, snatches of melody, came from everywhere. And, of course, after 1939 Billy Strayhorn contributed a great deal. Given all of this, we are entitled to question not just whether Ellington was America’s greatest composer but whether he was a composer at all (303).


This comment in fact echoes something said by one of Ellington’s more outspoken bandmembers, trombonist Lawrence Brown, who apparently once told the leader that “I don’t consider you a composer. You are a compiler” (Collier 130).

Ken Rattenbury makes a similar point, though perhaps more delicately, in Duke Ellington: Jazz Composer (1990). Rattenbury cites the observations of Gunther Schuller: “The interesting question is how were Ellington and his men … able to create a unique kind of big band jazz, in the late 1920s and early 1930s? Bubber Miley [one of the first trumpeters in the group] was largely responsible for the initial steps through his introduction of a rougher sound into the band” (qtd. in Rattenbury 16). Schuller goes on to describe Miley’s pioneering efforts in the development of the “growl” technique on the trumpet, and then indicates how Miley taught this technique to some of the other brass players in the group: trombonists Charlie Irvis and Joe “Tricky Sam” Nanton. Finally, he adds that

Miley’s influence extended far beyond these effects. He was not only the band’s most significant soloist but actually wrote, alone or with Ellington, many of the compositions in the band’s book between 1927 and 1929. Although the extent of Miley’s contribution has not yet been accurately assessed, there seems little doubt that those compositions that bear Bubber’s name along with Ellington’s were primarily created by Miley. These include the three most important works of the period -- recorded in late 1926 and early 1927 -- East St. Louis Toodle-Oo, Black and Tan Fantasy, and Creole Love Call. (18)


Rattenbury judiciously points out that Miley was never credited for “having collaborated with Ellington in the composition of Creole Love Call, either on the sheet music, first published in 1926, or in the list of works in Music is My Mistress [Ellington’s autobiography] -- only Ellington’s name appears” (18). And yet, with great irony, the rhetoric of genius then reimposes itself, as Rattenbury includes a transcription of “Creole Love Call” for the reader’s consideration -- crediting it only to Ellington.

It is clear how such discussions threaten the notion of individual or innate genius. And to be fair to its critics, it may be that the reason Collier’s text was more controversial than Rattenbury’s (which on the whole adopts a sympathetic view of collaboration within the Ellington group) is that the former is often quite condescending -- as Francis Davis puts it, Collier’s text was “unconsciously racist” (22), advocating what Tom Piazza calls “a kind of bogus primitivism” (49). Indeed, Collier expresses critical displeasure with the band’s “serious,” concert-oriented music, arguing that the numerous short and “popular” pieces that it produced in the twenties and thirties represented an artistic peak which was never duplicated after WWII. Whatever one thinks of the content of this assessment, Collier expresses it in a way that is problematic; he writes, for instance: “I have seen this sort of thing happen, again and again: the writer of much-admired children’s books abandons his method when he sets out to write an adult novel and tries to imitate Henry James; the successful advertising illustrator paints in a wholly different style when he does what he considers serious work” (221). The analogy here -- Ellington as a writer of children’s books, or as an adman -- both infantilizes the bandleader (thereby recalling a long tradition in which white critics highlight the “primitive” aspects of jazz) and cheapens the work of his group, compounding the uphill battle jazz scholars have had to fight in order to get this music accepted as a legitimate and important art form. Thus we can understand, to a certain extent, the negative reaction Collier’s book provoked.

Still, the controversy is worth considering further. 7 Many critics responded to Duke Ellington by reasserting the rhetoric of genius, magnifying the contradictions I have already discussed. One good example of this response occurs in Beyond Category. Hasse refers to recent scholarship suggesting that sometimes Ellington wrote the solos for his bandmates, and that because he had an ear for the style of a particular soloist, audiences often believed that these parts were improvised. Hasse argues that “[t]his discovery does […] suggest a higher valuation of Ellington’s composing genius than some in recent years -- for example, the biographer James Lincoln Collier -- have been willing to concede him” (216); and I would certainly agree that it is evidence of Ellington’s talents. And yet on the immediately preceding page, Hasse makes a very different kind of observation, pointing out that “Ellington created many compositions based on a riff or phrase Johnny Hodges or one of his other players might toss off” (215). He even demonstrates an awareness of the negative response such acts would engender:

Ellington’s use of his players’ melodic ideas became a bone of contention for some of his men—especially Hodges. “Every time Duke would take a few notes that were Johnny’s,” Helen Dance recalled, “Johnny would clear his throat and give him one of his looks out of the side of his eye, and Duke knew that Johnny figured this was a hundred dollars” (215).


Hasse fails to integrate this information into a more complete and realistic conception of Ellington the artist -- a theory of art as an interaction between initiating acts and direct collaboration. Instead he insists on returning to the notion of “Ellington’s composing genius,” allowing this notion to take rhetorical precedence over the fact that Hodges (for instance) also played a role in the composition process.

Mark Tucker reveals similar tensions in his liner notes to The Blanton-Webster Band (RCA), a 3-CD compilation of the Ellington group’s work between 1944 and 1946. Tucker begins by encouraging us to see Ellington as a singular genius: “In considering Ellington’s rich and productive life as a professional musician […] one’s head spins. How did he do it? What could count for his unparalleled success?” (1). Ironically, when discussing the origins of the piece “Cotton Tail,” Tucker is forced to draw on the notion of direct collaboration, providing such a convincing answer to his own question that one wonders why he needed to ask it in the first place. He writes that “Cotton Tail emerges as a simple, straightforward romp on the chords of Gershwin’s I Got Rhythm […] Ben Webster’s celebrated solo forms Cotton Tail’s centerpiece. The later chorus for the reeds is also thought to be Webster’s invention. In fact, it sounds like a harmonization of a sax solo” (Tucker 8). If we accept the validity of this information, it follows that 84 bars of this composition can be attributed to Ellington (76 bars of ensemble playing and 8 bars of Ellington’s soloing), whereas Webster’s contributions comprise 104 bars (the 64 bar main solo, an 8 bar solo break and 32 bars of harmonized solo at the end). In other words, Webster’s contributions are proportionally greater -- one reason the title of the CD set (The Blanton-Webster Band) makes sense (in addition to Webster, bassist Jimmy Blanton is featured on this compilation). Of course on one level “measuring” a composition in this way is an admittedly mundane exercise -- but if it is true that Webster contributed more than half of the piece, is it fair to call the tune “Ellington’s,” as the producers of this CD set do? And if so, by what criteria?

One response to this reading is that Ellington’s position as the manipulator of the fragments offered by others (to the extent that this was his role) is more important than the position of those who provided the fragments in the first place -- according to this view, the raw materials of a composition are less important than how those materials are arranged. Billy Strayhorn, Ellington’s musical associate for almost thirty years (Strayhorn, ironically, was the composer of many “characteristic” Ellington pieces, including “Take the ‘A’ Train,” “Chelsea Bridge,” and “Lotus Blossom”; he also did a great deal of arranging for the band) articulated this argument in a 1962 interview with Bill Coss. Their exchange is worth quoting at length.

COSS: So many people suggest a question which, I suppose, is the kind you expect when someone gets into a position as important as Duke’s. What it comes down to is that Duke doesn’t really write much. What he does is listen to his soloists, takes things they play, and fashion them into songs. Thus the songs belong to the soloists, you do the arrangements, and Duke takes the credit.

STRAYHORN: They used to say that about Irving Berlin too.

But how do you explain the constant flow of songs? Guys come in and out of the band, but the songs keep getting written, and you can always tell an Ellington song.

Anyway, something like a solo, perhaps only a few notes, is hardly a composition. It may be the inspiration, but what do they say about 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent perspiration? Composing is work.

So this guy says you and he wrote it, but he thinks he wrote it. He thinks you just put it down on paper. But what you did was put it down on paper, harmonized it, straightened out the bad phrases, and added things to it, so you could hear the finished product. Now, really, who wrote it?

It was ever thus.

But the proof is that these people don’t go somewhere else and write beautiful music. You don’t hear anything else from them. You do from Ellington (DER 502-3).


While I want to defer to Strayhorn’s first-hand expertise here, however, it is not clear to me how to establish that one facet of the compositional process he has described can take precedence over the other. Rather, the initial inception (what Strayhorn appears to concede to the bandmembers who claim Ellington borrowed things from them) and the artful arrangement (the process of “finishing” a piece by transcribing, harmonizing, straightening out and adding) seem mutually dependent. Further, Strayhorn’s comment that “[c]omposing is work” is misleading, because it implies that “something like a solo, perhaps only a few notes” is, by contrast, not work. This view suggests that composition is mediated, edited, worked-over, while improvisation is casual, unthinking, and easy. Yet great improvisers spend long hours practicing and listening to music; an effective solo may have the illusion of spontaneity, but it is typically the result of careful preparation and dedicated toil. This explains why, in response to a woman who had an unfavorable response to something he was playing, trumpeter Miles Davis replied: “It took me twenty years study and practice to work up to what I wanted to play in this performance. How can she expect to listen five minutes and understand it?” (qtd. in Ellington 244).

I might add that it seems to me that there was a “constant flow of songs” (as Strayhorn puts it) not in spite of the fact that bandmembers came and went, but in part because of it. That is, although the lineup in the Ellington band was far more consistent over time than in most bands of its size, the periods of turnover kept the collaborative process fresh. In any case, there were always other musicians present; the composition process never occurred in a vacuum. Thus, although the relationship between initiating acts / direct collaboration may have changed and adapted -- with different people fulfilling the different roles -- the collaborative dynamic itself always remained intact. As for the idea that “these people don’t go somewhere else and write beautiful music” -- this does not disprove the collaborative theory; it merely suggests that those bandmembers who did leave were unable to find the same sort of collaborative relationship in their new ensembles.

Direct collaboration in the case of “Cotton Tail” involves more than just the input of Ellington and Webster. In addition to the bandleader and soloist, we could also point to composer George Gershwin as an artistic source, for it is his “I Got Rhythm” chord changes which form the harmonic underpinning of the piece -- a pattern often referred to by jazz musicians as “rhythm changes.” As Richard J. Lawn and Jeffrey L. Hellmer put it in their discussion of this tradition: “The original composition that inspired rhythm changes was George Gershwin’s ‘I Got Rhythm’ from his 1930 musical Girl Crazy […] Hundreds of different melodies have been written over variations of this progression” (203). Improvising on a commonly-understood set of chord changes is in fact one of the standard practices in jazz aesthetics. Charles Hartmann, for instance, writes that “[m]any of [altoist Charlie] Parker’s important compositions were new tunes constructed on old harmonic foundations: ‘Donna Lee’ is based on ‘Back Home in Indiana,’ ‘Ko Ko’ on Cherokee,’ and so on” (19). A more extreme example of this phenomenon is “Round Midnight”; one of the most popular of jazz standards, it is in many senses a “communally authored” piece. It was originally written by Thelonius Monk in 1944, but when trumpeter Cootie Williams recorded it, he embellished the melody. When sheet music transcriptions were made of Williams’ recording, they included his embellishments, which were subsequently accepted as an integral part of the piece. Paul Berliner continues:

[. . .] when Dizzy Gillespie recorded the piece in 1946, he added to its form an eight measure introduction and coda that he had originally used as the coda of his version of “I Can’t Get Started.” By 1955, after the “imported introduction” had itself become a standard feature among renditions by various artists -- including Monk himself -- Miles Davis personalized the composition further by adding a 3-measure interlude to the end of the 1st chorus, which other artists subsequently adopted as a formal part of the composition (Berliner 88).


The complete “Round Midnight,” which is still often attributed to Monk, was thus actually authored by four separate musicians at separate times.

It is not unusual for improvisatory arts to draw upon relatively static forms that can serve as a fundamental structure for the improvisor; oral poetry like the Homeric epic is a well-known example of this phenomenon in the west. In this sense the use of “I Got Rhythm” as the basis for numerous other jazz tunes is perhaps nothing new. The difference may be that whereas the Homeric poets inhabited a pre-capitalist, artistically anonymous world in which the multiple threads of collaboration were considered unremarkable, in today’s era of copyright law and celebrity, it is possible for one individual (or, more accurately now, one corporation) to claim ownership of a work, and to reap the corresponding financial rewards. Usually such practices take the form of cultural appropriation -- raising the question of whether it makes sense to stop at Gershwin as the “inventor” of the aforementioned rhythm changes. Certainly, like Elvis Presley many decades later, Gershwin helped popularize for a white audience what had previously been considered “black music” -- but whatever the racial provenance of the rhythm changes progression, it is highly unlikely that Gershwin was the first to use it. In any case, for the time being it is at least important to point out that the Gershwin connection adds another layer to the relationship between initiating acts and direct collaboration in the story of “Cotton Tail.”

The third leg of the collaborative model of art I have been describing is what I earlier termed contextual (or indirect) collaboration, or the idea that artworks are shaped by “passive” entities such as the physical environments and historical moments in which they exist, as well as by the technologies through which they are produced. I will close this section on Ellington, then, by examining a case of contextual collaboration in a particular work associated with his group.

This example was initially suggested to me by a recording of the tenor saxophonist Big Jay McNeely, an important practitioner of the “honking school” of R&B saxophone popular in the late 1940s and 50s. The recording is question is McNeely’s rendition of his own “Deacon’s Hop,” broadcast live from downtown Los Angeles’s Olympia Auditorium in 1951. McNeely’s performance is bookended by the manic voice of DJ Hunter Hancock, who opens and closes the recording (“We’re gonna rock! And we’re gonna rock here until two o’clock in the mornin’!”). It is accompanied throughout by the sound of a live crowd. The fact that the performance was recorded in the early fifties suggests that there were probably a limited number of mics present -- a suggestion supported by the uneven recording levels between McNeely, Hancock, and the crowd, all of whom sound like they are competing for a single input. But the recording quality is interesting for another reason: there are moments where the audience response seems to be strangely out of sync with McNeely’s solo -- rising to a fevered pitch when nothing particularly interesting is happening musically.

The liner notes to the collection from which my copy of this recording comes (Central Avenue Sounds: Jazz in Los Angeles (1921-1956) (Rhino)) provide some clues to what might be going on here, and its connection to the artistic role of context. In one section of the CD booklet, saxophonist Art Pepper describes the contemporary scene in Los Angeles: “One time I was at the Downbeat, and Big Jay McNeely was playing across the street. He marched up and down the street playing his horn, he lay down on his back playing his horn, he came into the Downbeat playing his horn” (qtd. in Dawson 83). Note how Pepper cites McNeely’s physical presence (marching, laying down), a description illustrated by the Bob Willoughby photograph on the next page in the CD booklet [see below], in which McNeely is indeed pictured lying flat on his back as he plays (this was and continues to be McNeely’s trademark). The even more interesting thing about this photo is the fact that McNeely is not the focal point: he takes up only about a third of the photographic space, and furthermore, is depicted off to the side. Central to the image, on the other hand, are the audience members who crowd the stage’s edge. Willoughby shot McNeely from behind, and so we get a performer’s-eye-view of several fans leaning onto the stage. These fans are clearly lost in the throes of an emotional response: fists clenched, eyes closed, heads tilted back -- all gestures that would become commonplace in the rock ‘n roll era.



In short, Pepper’s description and this image both suggest that those seemingly out-of-sync bursts of crowd noise were in all likelihood responses to the physical portion of McNeely’s act, which might not have always corresponded with what he was playing. Taken together, the recording and the photograph provide striking evidence that audience participation, in the form of a whole range of physical gestures of pleasure, contributed significantly to the creation of the performance.

The usual mode of thinking about a live performance of this sort -- a mode that bastions the traditional notion of genius -- is to perceive it as a linear or top-down emanation directly from the “heart and soul” of the artist (again, as Grigely put it, we are used to thinking of how a painting transforms a room). According to this view, McNeely “produced” the audience response with a combination of musicality and theatrics, and he similarly inspired Hancock’s fast-talking rap. And yet the problem with this etiological reading is that it is difficult to know where exactly to stop: how do we know where to finally locate the “origin” of an artwork? The idea that McNeely is the true “creator” of this work is compromised, for instance, by the fact that “Deacon’s Hop” is actually based on the old jazz standard “Broadway,” and further by the fact that McNeely was one of a school of “honking sax” players that also included Louis Jordan and Red Prysock. A more effective way to conceive of this performance is to think of it in interactive terms: the piece is clearly changed by the presence of the audience and Hancock (compare this recording with McNeely’s 1949 studio recording of the same tune). Artist and audience share a responsiveness and give and take in the performance (note that call and response patterns are common in the African musical traditions from which blues, R&B and jazz were derived). This interpretation is supported by McNeely’s comment in a recent interview that “the people are really… we’re the ones that should humble ourselves to them because they are our audience” (Soul-patrol.com).

Ellington too spoke of the importance of an audience:

Every once in awhile, you’ll notice that I drop out of vaudeville [i.e., the concert circuit] for a week or a few weeks and play dance engagements. That wakes up the boys and they get back into form. When they see people moving around the floor, they’ve got to put snap and ginger into their work […] Perhaps [they] imagine they see the members of the audience circling around the floor. Anyway, there’s a big difference in their work, and perhaps there’s a difference in my work. Somehow, I always feel that we’re not playing for [the audience]: we’re playing with them and entertaining them. We like to know that they feel they’re taking part in it with us, that they’d like to sing or dance (Hasse 159; emphases added).


A good example of this dynamic is the famous 1957 recording alluded to earlier: “Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue,” featured on Duke Ellington and his Orchestra at Newport (Columbia). As the album title suggests, this was a live performance. It marked a revitalization of Ellington’s career, going on to become one of his best-selling recordings and coinciding with his recognition on the cover of Time magazine a few weeks after the festival (a before then unheard-of accolade for a jazz musician). “Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue” featured an unplanned 27-chorus solo by tenor saxophonist Paul Gonsalves. Gonsalves’ solo, like that of Ben Webster in the recording of “Cotton Tail,” occupies a significant percentage of the piece’s overall timeframe (just over six minutes out of a total of 14:37), and thus offers another instance of direct collaboration. But aside from Gonsalves’ contribution, aside from the record’s historical importance, and aside from the arranged portion of the music, this performance is well-known for another reason, described in the reissue liner notes by Stanley Dance. According to Dance, Gonsalves’ solo

[p]rovoked pandemonium among the festival crowd, especially when a blond in a black dress got up in one of the front boxes and began to dance ecstatically. Eyes closed, paying little attention to the microphone (hence variations in the recording level), Gonsalves presented a dramatically convincing picture of the driven jazz musician, an archetype possessed by the emotional intensity of fervent improvisation, fired by a remorseless rhythm section. His triumph was not short-lived; it was well-remembered and tended to dominate his career in repetitions demanded by audiences everywhere for the rest of his life […] “It happened,” [Gonsalves] said, “that there was a real competetive feeling in the band that night.” You can hear that in the way its members -- not merely the energizing rhythm section -- urge him on.


Whatever the musical merits of Gonsalves’ playing here, it is clear that the contexual collaboration of the evening -- the frenzy of the crowd, the “blond in a black dress,” the in-and-out-of-focus effect created by the microphone, the shouts of encouragement -- were all equally vital to the performance’s success. In fact, if one measures the composition by what is audible, there are moments when the sound of the crowd outweighs any sound being made by the orchestra itself, and Gonsalves’ playing in particular is at a low volume throughout. Again, a listener has only to imagine how different this performance would have sounded in the controlled environment of a studio (the 1938 recording of the piece is instructive in this regard) -- how 27 choruses of blues might not have been quite as interesting without the sounds of the audience, and more importantly, without our knowledge of what the significance of those sounds was. Of course, the true experience of this collaboration happened at the festival itself, but as with “Deacon’s Hop,” the recording provides evidence -- the trace left behind -- of how the audience took part in the creation of the piece, in a way which thus far has yet to be accounted for by either discussions of traditional musical genius or western copyright law.

A counterargument intrudes here, to the effect that, being live performances, the McNeely and Ellington examples don’t necessarily offer convincing evidence for the idea of contextual collaboration by an audience in general. Such a counterargument might suggest that the audiences at these performances were unusually rowdy, whereas in genres like “classical” music audiences are usually “polite.” It might also suggest that the contextual collaboration of an audience does not come into play in a studio recording session, or in private listening done at home. Yet such an argument assumes that “quiet” audiences do not physically participate in musical performances, and indeed that music can actually exist without an audience. These assumptions point to what Susan McLary calls “one of the principal claims to supremacy in European classical music (and other forms of high culture)” -- the idea that music “transcends the body, that it is concerned with the nobler domains of imagination and even metaphysics” (57). Yet there is a great deal of evidence that, regardless of genre, music is always a physical art form (as John Blacking put it, “[m]any, if not all, of music’s essential processes can be found in the constitution of the human body and in patterns of interaction of bodies in society” (qtd. in Storr 24)). The “profoundly deaf” percussionist Evelyn Glennie argues that

[h]earing is basically a specialized form of touch. Sound is simply vibrating air which the ear picks up and converts to electrical signals, which are then interpreted by the brain. The sense of hearing is not the only sense that can do this, touch can do this too […] For some reason we tend to make a distinction between hearing a sound and feeling a vibration, in reality they are the same thing.


In Glennie’s conception, the body becomes the ultimate transducer, the mechanism by which music itself exists, and thus an important component of any listening situation -- as well as a vital form of contextual collaboration.

The body has of course long been associated with jazz -- the “vocalized tone” referred to earlier is but one means by which jazz musicians demonstrate this association, which can be partly traced to the music’s African precursors. But even in the western “high art” tradition referred to by McLary, there is palpable evidence that music is more than a merely intellectual phenomenon, even in the case of private listening. Consider for instance the breathing that is audible in the Lindsay String Quartet recordings of Beethoven’s late string quartets (released on the Musical Heritage Society label), or the palpable physicality in the painting reproduced on the cover of Tia Denora’s Beethoven and the Construction of Genius (1995). Credited to Albert Graefle, the latter is a depiction of Beethoven, seated at the piano, and surrounded by four men who listen to him perform. While Beethoven occupies the central position, it is actually the dramatic physicality of his small audience that dominates the painting. Of the three men who are seated, one is leaning back fully, staring at the ceiling; the second is turned away from the piano, his face completely covered by his hand; and the third clutches his chin in a classic gesture of contemplation. The fourth man, standing behind Beethoven, has his arms crossed and stares pensively at the pianist. In the process of being -- to adopt Glennie’s term -- “touched” by the music in this way, this small audience transforms it -- even though they are clearly not as demonstrative about that transformation as the audience in the Ellington or McNeely recordings.

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Notes for this section

1. Note again that the word “romantic” here is intended as shorthand for a complex set of views associated with artistic genius. It is not intended as a monolithic notion.

2. In “Politics and the English Language,” Orwell notes that writers / speakers can avoid the trouble of being careful about language by “simply throwing your mind open and letting the ready-made phrases come crowding in. They will construct your sentences for you—even think your thoughts for you, to a certain extent—and at need they will perform the important service of partially concealing your meaning even from yourself” (505).

3. In Music, the Brain and Ecstasy, Robert Jourdain describes how composers perpetuate this religious dimension: “Witness Handel, found in tears by his servant while writing the entirety of his messiah during a twenty-four-day mania: ‘I thought I saw all of heaven before me, and the Great God himself.’ Or Puccini: ‘The music of this opera was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in putting it on paper and communicating it to the public.’ Or Brahms: ‘I felt that I was in tune with the Infinite, and there is no thrill like it’” (170).

4. It is important not to assume that this view of art derives primarily from either “high culture” (where it is construed as “genius”) or “low culture” (where it is construed as “celebrity”). Rather, these are part of the same impulse. Simon Frith points out that “the mass cultural notion of stardom, combining a Romantic belief in genius with a promise to make it individually available as commodity (and merchandise) derives as much from the packaging of ‘high’ artists as from the hype of the low” (31).

5. Grigely’s further explication of this is worth quoting: “As most Keats scholars know, Milnes accomplished his task [.e., the editorialization of Keats] by means of a careful exclusion of materials (most of Keats’s carpe diem poems were omitted, as were references to Fanny Brawne in his letters, not to mention the letters to Fanny herself), and by judiciously correcting the glaring intransigencies of Keats’s syntax and diction. In one sonnet, the line ‘The anxious month, relieving of its pains’ is changed to ‘relieved of its pains’; in another sonnet Milnes changed ‘browless idiotism’ to ‘brainless idiotism’; in yet another sonnet he added a word to correct a missing foot; in another poem he reversed word order. The previously unpublished poems were extensively repunctuated and edited [. . .]” (34).

6. Though this might seem to be a trivial observation within an academic context, outside of that context, translation is generally assumed to be something other than a type of authorship.

7. And indeed much of the critical response to Collier seemed to be couched in what Joseph Horowitz calls an “attitude of hortatory, contentious reverence” for Ellington. Writing about classical music, Horowitz indicates that this attitude “craves and coddles objects of worship. It denounces imposters and wards off agnostics. It is often encountered among adolescents and adult males. (Are women too socialized, insufficiently self-involved, to fetishize personal preferences so belligerently?) Consider, too, that prodigious discophiles are always men” (19).

Friday, November 06, 2009

Thank you, thank you, thank you



One thing to keep in mind about this whole Rocktober business, and one thing that I haven't made nearly clear enough, is that it would have been impossible without the help of numerous volunteers and kindhearted souls. Aside from the obvious role played by the bandmembers, who gave so freely of their time and talents; the typical helpfulness of Mr. Lichtenwalner, who came to as many shows as he could and helped make things run more smoothly than they would have otherwise; the unexpected generosity of the people who contributed to the fundraiser (we ended up raising around $800 -- not bad for a period of economic downturn); the incredible support of people who came to our shows, sometimes at great personal expense (e.g., driving half an hour, or staying out way past their bedtime on a school night); aside from all that, there were many people who gave of their time and resources in various and sundry other ways, all of which turned out to be essential.

First were the people who opened their doors to the group, ultimately saving me the huge expense of putting everyone up in a hotel every night. Many of those who helped out with lodging were friends of the band, and a few were in the band (Stephanie Richards and Jill Knapp both took on house guests). But some were -- get this -- more or less total strangers. Specifically, Jill's friends Jeremy and Mark housed and fed two thirds of the group when we ventured south of Philly. And Joe and Kristen Phillips, who I only knew through blogo-spheric and social media interactions, invited the whole group to stay in their beautiful Hudson NY home, accompanied by plenty of wine and delicious home-cooked meals, without ever having met any of us personally. (The above photo depicts all of us posing on the Phillips's porch on the morning we left.) If you're not already aware of Joe's music, or his blog, you should be. Really, do yourself a favor.

The second group of kindly-souls-without-which-the-tour-would-have-been-impossible are those who made generous loans of gear. Given that our rhythm section was traveling light (sans bass amp, drum kit, keyboard), we had to figure out how to obtain that bulky stuff for many of our gigs (because, as it turned out, some of the venues were gear-less). To the rescue came Joe Trainor and his trio (who helped us out in Philly); Stephanie's boyfriend Andrew (who let us use his drum kit multiple times on this tour); my childhood buddy (now a children's entertainment guru) Randy Rossilli (who didn't even hesitate when I asked him if we could borrow his PA); various members of the Bjorkestra and Secret Society (who generously helped us out with all of our gear needs at the Bell House); various members of the Skamatix (who generously helped us out with drum and keyboard needs at the Space), and Adam and Sarah Rabin (who made sure we had access to a bass amp and drums for our show in Montpelier). Adam, if you don't already know, is the mastermind behind the influential band Mailbox. But all of the projects namechecked here, it should go without saying, are deserving of your attention.

I have probably forgot someone, and if I have, please alert me to the omission in the comments.

And in any case, many thanks to everyone who helped us make the tour happen. You are all beautiful and we are forever in debt.