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As originally published in The Atlantic
Monthly
August 1987
Large-Scale Jazz
The action today is in
composing, not improvising
by Francis Davis
JAZZ scripture insists that composition is a frill, at best a springboard to
improvisation and at worst an obstruction to it. But jazz scripture also
insists on progress, and in the past few years improvisers have been retracing
their steps and composers have been the ones breaking new ground--writing
formally ambitious works that, while not eschewing improvisation altogether,
relegate it to second place and demand more rigorous self-editing by
improvising soloists. Many of these composers are rejecting jazz's traditional
isolationism to collaborate with poets, choreographers, and classical
musicians. X, the Anthony Davis opera about the life of Malcolm X, presented by
the New York City Opera last fall, is unique only in that it got funded--there
could be other Xs waiting to happen, by Ornette Coleman, Abdullah Ibrahim, and
Henry Threadgill, all of whom have described plans for grand initiatives. Other
contemporary composers who are thinking big--if only in terms of thinking
orchestrally, even when they are able to hire just six or seven
players--include Muhal Richard Abrams, Anthony Braxton, John Carter, Joseph
Jarman, Leroy Jenkins, Steve Lacy, Roscoe Mitchell, Butch Morris, James Newton,
Errol Parker, George Russell, Leo Smith, Cecil Taylor, Edward Wilkerson, the
members of the World Saxophone Quartet (Hamiet Bluiett, Julius Hemphill, Oliver
Lake, and David Murray), and the String Trio of New York (Billy Bang, James
Emery, and John Lindberg). But if one accepts the premise that composition is
the key element in jazz in the 1980s, the decade's central figure is not any of
these but Duke Ellington, who died in 1974.
Ellington's influence has never been greater. Typed as a "jazz" composer only
by circumstance of race, he spent his career chafing at the restrictions of
jazz, much as his spiritual descendants are chafing now. His scope was
enormous. In addition to ballads even shapelier and riffs even more propulsive
than those expected of a swing-era big-band leader, his portfolio included tone
poems, ballet suites, concerto-like miniatures for star sidemen, sacred music,
topical revues, film scores, and extended jazz works unparalleled until very
recently and classifiable only as modern American music. He even wrote a comic
opera: Queenie Pie, the trifling but winsome score he was working on for public
television at his death, was finally staged last fall in Philadelphia and
Washington. The son of working people, who dared to imagine himself in top hat
and tails, an experimentalist who courted and won popular acceptance, Ellington
was one of America's greatest composers, regardless of idiom. He was also the
most quintessentially American, in the way that he effortlessly negotiated the
distance between popular culture and the fine arts, the dance floor and the
concert hall.
IN 1984 the Jazz critic Gary Giddins estimated that fifty hours of Ellington
recordings had been released in the ten years following his death. More have
been released since then, including long-forgotten studio sessions and concert
tapes previously circulated only among private collectors. Invaluable as much
of this material has proved to be, it is ironic that it has generally been
easier to come by than Ellington's most acclaimed work--the epochal sides he
recorded for RCA Victor in the early 1940s, for years available only on French
import or by mail order from the Smithsonian Institution.
The release of Duke Ellington: The Blanton-Webster Band (RCA Bluebird
5659-1-RB29, also available on cassette and compact disc) late last year
indicates that RCA is finally beginning to realize what treasures lie in its
vaults. The four-record set collects the Ellington Orchestra's entire
commercially recorded output from March of 1940 to July of 1942--arguably
Ellington's most fertile period, though most of his large-scale works,
beginning with Black, Brown, and Beige, were still to come. By 1940 most of
Ellington's sidemen had been with him a decade or more, and he had been so
important in shaping their sensibilities that he could almost predict the
content of their improvisations. This familiarity enabled him to take daredevil
risks as a composer and arranger. The two newcomers alluded to in the
collection's title perhaps stimulated him even more. The bassist Jimmy Blanton,
the first jazz virtuoso on his instrument, gave the orchestra's syncopations
more bite, and opened Ellington up as a pianist. The arrival of Ben Webster,
the orchestra's first tenor-saxophone star, gave Ellington another crack
soloist to call on, as well as another color for his palette. (He acquired
still another, more exotic one in late 1940, when Ray Nance, who doubled on
violin, joined the trumpet section.)
The detail of Ellington's writing and the individuality of his soloists are
always astonishing, no matter how many times one has heard the tracks on The
Blanton-Webster Band. "Concerto for Cootie," with its beautifully integrated
theme and improvisational variations by the trumpeter Cootie Williams, is a
masterpiece. In "Jack the Bear" the dialogues between Blanton and the ensemble
are thrilling. "Ko-Ko" offers intimations of modality and minimalism. The
delight of "Cotton Tail" lies in its breakneck Webster choruses and intricate
sax-section harmonizations. And the layered countermelody of "I've Got It Bad
(And That Ain't Good)" shows off the inspired conjugation of Johnny Hodges's
alto and Ivie Anderson's voice (as perfect a union as that between Lester Young
and Billie Holiday). "Main Stem" and "Harlem Air Shaft" are among the tracks
that show Ellington's ability to experiment even within the confines of the
blues and the thirty-two-bar song format. The numerous versions of pop hits of
the period show Ellington's powers of transformation, and Herb Jeffries's
ungainly warbling proves that even Ellington was human (with the exception of
Ivie Anderson, he never employed a first-rate singer on a regular basis). This
was also the period in which Billy Strayhorn, Ellington's protege, blossomed
into an influential composer and orchestrator under his mentor's watchful eye.
Strayhorn's "Raincheck" and "Johnny Come Lately" anticipate bebop phraseology,
and his "Take the 'A' Train," which ultimately became the Ellington Orchestra's
signature tune, cleverly underlines the band's playful swank. But the most
evocative Strayhorn piece here is "Chelsea Bridge," with its lordly Webster
solo; as a successful jazz appropriation of Ravel and Debussy, this remains
unsurpassed even by Ellington, a master impressionist in his own right.
It is too bad that the producers of The Blanton-Webster Band failed to include
Ellington's 1941 duets with Blanton, or the small-group dates from the same
period led by Hodges, the clarinetist Barney Bigard, and the trumpeter Rex
Stewart, all featuring Ellington on piano. If it is true, as Strayhorn is said
to have put it, that Ellington's real instrument was the orchestra, it is
equally true that the piano became an orchestra at his urging. (Money Jungle;
on Blue Note BT-85129, a bristling encounter with the modernists Charles Mingus
and Max Roach, recorded in 1962 and reissued last year with other material,
provides a good long look at Ellington the dissonant stride pianist.) Although
the vintage performances on The Blanton-Webster Band have been digitally
remastered, the sound is not as vivid as on the French reissues, nor is the
pitch as accurate. If RCA finally intends to do justice to its Ellington
catalogue, its job is far from over--the Ellington Orchestra recorded
masterpieces for the label before 1940 and after 1942. The Blanton-Webster Band
is a godsend for those on a tight budget; others are advised to search the
specialty shops for French RCA's increasingly difficult-to-find Works of Duke,
twenty-four volumes available separately or in five boxed sets. Still, music
that is timeless and universal in its appeal belongs in chain stores as well as
specialty shops, which is why the reappearance of this material on a
well-distributed domestic label is so welcome.
In the years since Ellington's death, iconoclastic performers associated with
the jazz avant-garde have recorded albums of his compositions. They have
brought their own agendas to his music, which has proved more malleable than
anyone might have imagined (although there is some justice in the complaints of
those who insist that to play Ellington means playing him his way). The most
striking of these revisionist homages are the flutist James Newton's African
Flower (Blue Note BT-85109), the pianist Ran Blake's Duke Dreams (Soul Note
SN-1027, distributed by Polygram Special Imports), and the World Saxophone
Quartet's World Saxophone Quartet Plays Duke Ellington (Nonesuch 79137-1). This
album is both the most recent and the most satisfying in terms of fealty to
Ellington's tempos and the ineluctable rightness of its deviations from text.
THAT so many performers who are generally adamant about playing only their own
material have chosen to interpret Ellington is eloquent testimony to his
inexhaustible influence, as are the Ellingtonian flourishes (sometimes filtered
through his disciple Charles Mingus) that pervade the ensembles of John Carter,
Abdullah Ibrahim, David Murray, and Henry Threadgill. But when I call Ellington
the key figure of the decade, it's not just because musicians continue to play
his tunes or to aspire to his orchestral majesty. Musicians from all stylistic
camps have long done that much, and Mercer Ellington has done an admirable job
of keeping his father's music in circulation, on albums like the new Digital
Duke (GR1038). Nor is it just because the plungered, speech-like brass styles
like the ones that Bubber Miley, Cootie Williams, Rex Stewart, and Joe Nanton
patented during their years with Ellington are again all the rage, thanks to
the trombonist Craig Harris and the trumpeters Lester Bowie and Olu Dara. Nor
is it because Anthony Davis and many other black composers are consciously, and
in some instances programmatically, giving musical expression to the goals and
frustrations of black society, just as Ellington did with such mural-like works
as Harlem, The Deep South Suite, and Black, Brown, and Beige.
What is most significant is that today's visionary jazz composers are taking up
Ellington's unfinished task of integrating composition and improvisation. Jazz
is thought of as extemporaneous and fleeting--that is another part of its
romance--but these composers, in setting pen to paper, are aiming for a
perpetuity like that which Ellington achieved. They are realizing larger works,
as he did, and not worrying whether the results strike everyone as jazz.
Of course, not everyone who listens to jazz is as sanguine about this
development as I am. Some fear that jazz is recklessly heading for the same
dead end that classical music arrived at earlier in this century, with
atonality and serialism. And it is true that the composers I am speaking of as
Ellington's heirs lack his common touch, his willingness to play the role of
entertainer, and will probably never find themselves in a position to develop
this commendable trait. Jazz has experienced growing pains since Ellington's
time, and the innocent idea of entertainment has been forced to submit to the
cynical science of demographics (it's a question not of what is entertaining
but of how many and whom it entertains). In its maturity--some would say its
dotage--jazz has become an art music, and because a reconciliation with pop
seems out of the question, a rapprochement with classical music is probably the
key to its survival. Ellington gives these contemporary composers much to
strive for, but his mass appeal is sadly out of their reach. A larger audience
should be part of what a composer dares to hope for when he starts thinking
big.
Copyright © 1987 by Francis Davis. All rights
reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; August 1987; "Large-Scale Jazz"; Volume
260, No. 2; pages 76-77.
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