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All that jazz isn’t all that great

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By Justin Moyer
The Washington Post (*)

This genre has increasingly retreated from the nightclub to the academy

Jazz is boring. Jazz is overrated. Jazz is washed up.

Unlike a poorly received New Yorker piece purportedly written by jazz great Sonny Rollins, this is not satire. “Jazz might be the stupidest thing anyone ever came up with,” read Sonny Rollins: In His Own Words — actually written by Django Gold of The Onion. “The band starts a song, but then everything falls apart and the musicians just play whatever they want for as long they can stand it. People take turns noodling around, and once they run out of ideas and have to stop, the audience claps. I’m getting angry just thinking about it.”

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

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

1. Jazz takes great songs — and abandons the lyrics that help make them great.

Music minus words is one of jazz’s favourite tropes. Many versions of jazz standards — including I Cover the Waterfront, How High the Moon and My Funny Valentine — jettison poetry to showcase virtuosity. The result is a net loss. Compare two renditions of Take the ‘A’ Train. Though Duke Ellington often played the song without words, his version in the 1943 film Reveille With Beverly features this charming lyric: “Hurry — take the ‘A’ train to get to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem.” Sugar Hill, of course, had been home to prominent figures of the Harlem Renaissance. So those 14 words establish the song as an African-American anthem. Just three minutes long, Ellington’s version is a joy to listen to. About 20 years later, jazz legends Charlie Mingus and Eric Dolphy played an overlong version of ‘A’ Train on tour in Europe. It clocks in at more than 13 minutes, and the lyrics are replaced by an atonal bass-clarinet solo. I play the bass clarinet, and I like atonal bass-clarinet solos. But I’d trade one for a legendary American lyric any day.

2. Improv isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

The knowledge that great music is improvised makes it more remarkable. But the fact that music is improvised doesn’t make it great. If it did, Phish and the Grateful Dead would be better than they are. Unfortunately, rather than providing the thrill of standing at a precipice, improvisation by the likes of forgettable, uncontroversial players such as guitarist Wes Montgomery is perfect for browsing at Barnes and Noble — or piping into elevators.

3. Jazz stopped evolving.

Ornette Coleman released The Shape of Jazz to Come in 1959. Coleman’s singular vision — which included atonality, a lack of traditional time signatures and uninhibited solo improvisation — anticipated free jazz and what’s called “new music.” A lot of new music sounds like an uncoordinated mess. In some ways, that’s the point. To borrow Gold’s phrase: It’s “noodling” in the value-free sense.

And by now, that sound has gotten pretty old. There’s not much difference between a screechy performance by avant-garde saxophonist Peter Brotzmannfrom 1974 and one from 2014. It’s as if jazz, music premised on aesthetic liberation, no longer has anything to push against. For the most part, jazz is being kept alive by nostalgic Americans, such as Coltrane associate Bill Cosby, unwilling to embrace the music of a more alien, more controversial 21st-century African-American underground — music like Big Freedia’s sissy bounce.

4. Jazz is mushy.

“To many people, any kind of popular music now can be lumped with jazz,” jazz giant Wynton Marsalis complained in 1988. “As a result, audiences too often come to jazz with generalized misconceptions about what it is and what it is supposed to be. Too often, what is represented as jazz isn’t jazz at all.”

This lumping together happens beyond the music. President Obama once said his speaking style is sometimes “like jazz.” Apparently, so is Jackson Pollock’s painting and Ralph Ellison’s prose. I find such blithe comparisons of jazz to nonmusical art forms infuriating, particularly when nouns and verbs are involved.

Marsalis implied that jazz’s ubiquity is a result of money men taking advantage. That’s certainly the case when jazz is used to sell Grey Goose. But we should also scrutinize the amorphous nature of the music itself. Unlike, say, rockabilly or Arnold Schoenberg’s 12-tone music, jazz is plastic. It’s a genre loosely defined by little more than improvisation, sunglasses and berets.

5. Jazz let itself be co-opted.

Jazz has staked out a comfortable niche as America’s music, fetishized by the select few who actually listen to it — and many who don’t. Ellington is a postage stamp. Ella Fitzgerald is a Google Doodle.

This music has retreated from the nightclub to the academy. It is shielded from commercial failure by the US cultural-institutional complex, which hands out grants and degrees to people like me. Want to have a heated discussion about Bitches Brew or the upper partials? White guys wielding brass in Manhattan and New England are ready to do battle.

I’m getting angry just thinking about it.

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