Scales: 2014 Musicians Poll Results

Most Over-rated Scale: the Diminished scale*

Most Under-rated: the Chromatic scale**

Most correctly rated: the Whole Tone scale

Scale Deserving of Wider Recognition: the 5th mode of Melodic Minor

the "Money" scale: 5th mode of Harmonic Minor

Special citation, for work in Black-Jewish relations: the 4th mode of Harmonic Minor.

* virtual tie with Pentatonic

** also a virtual tie with Pentatonic

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Coltrane. Offering’s “Offering”: An Offering

     One of the highlights of the new Temple University concert is Coltrane's late composition Offering. The only other version of this fascinating meditation on harmonic cells is on Coltrane's final official record Expression. Since the piece so seamlessly weaves together composition and improvisation, a second recording tell us something about which parts of the piece were fixed and which were open. However, because Alice is almost completely inaudible when John is playing, the Temple recording is like The Magnificent Ambersons or Smile: an artwork that has only partially survived. We have to try and infer what the totality was from the fragments we have.

     Here is my transcription of Offering (11/11/66). The chords written above the staff are based on the fragments I can hear of Alice between Coltrane's phrases, which I compared to what Coltrane plays, as well as what Alice played on the studio recording a few months later.

     The rhythms as written here are a humble attempt to notate the un-notatable. Morton Feldman said something like "Notation is a metaphor. It's a question of finding the right metaphor." That very much applies to this kind of transcription. Of course other people might come up with very different conclusions about how to show what they hear in a piece like this. That's why I hesitate to share transcriptions at all: my ideas about Offering are just as much about me as Offering, and so will your transcription be in some ways about you, and that's a great way to learn about yourself, while you think you're learning about Coltrane.

     In my next post I intend to compare the two versions of Offering.

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Coltrane: November 11, 1966 released on September 23, 2014, his 88th birthday

 Offering

     If it had been recorded properly, this could be one of the greatest recordings in Coltrane’s discography, which is to say one the greatest recordings in Jazz. Taken as it is, Offering: Live at Temple University is a crucial document, imperfect and fragmentary, but complete enough, of a concert in which Coltrane was able to markedly expand his conception and presentation of music performance. He had recently played twenty concerts in Japan, all in concert halls. Back home he was mostly still in nightclubs, which his music had long outgrew. Here, at an educational institution in his hometown, he could present the music without liquor, cash registers, cramped stages, low ceilings, without the people who come to nightclubs to play the mating game, and without having to take breaks every 50 minutes. 

     At Temple he had onstage with him black and white musicians, men and women (err, woman), professionals and amateurs. The music embraced diversity. The instrumental configurations changed with each piece: solo bass, delicate tenor and piano duo, roaring drum ensemble, the quartet without Pharoah, the quintet with the added percussion. This was matched by the contrast of Pharoah’s extreme noise-tenor, with the lyrical consonance of Coltrane brought to his pieces Offering and Naima. Coltrane let two young people sit in, one a white student, the other a black saxophonist friend of Rashied Ali's. Sitting in was common enough when Coltrane played the Vanguard or the Village Gate in New York, but these were people he had never met, never heard. No problem, say your piece. 

     The nine member group and its guests played, most likely continuously, for an hour and a half. The audio recording, from a college radio broadcast, was most likely captured by a single mike at the front of the stage. That's great for the saxophones, and not bad for the drums, but when those two are playing that's pretty much all you can hear. The piano becomes audible when the horns drop out, and the bass becomes audible when everyone drops out. There are plenty of weird volume dips, off-mike moments, and beginnings and endings of songs cut-off. But when Trane plays, his sax is clear, vivid, and achingly, heart-breakingly beautiful.

     Coltrane had started using his voice on A Love Supreme, and subsequently on Om and the posthumously released Reverend King. On Kulu Se Mama, Juno Lewis had sung his titular poem. Here at Temple, Coltrane twice lets fly with almost a minute of improvised, melismatic singing. As Ashley Kahn and Ravi Coltrane point out in the liner notes, he sings something quite similar to the melodic cells he favors in his solos. Here's what it sounds like:

     For me, this may be Coltrane's most radical move yet. He is, obviously, not a practiced vocalist, and equally obvious, he doesn't care. We're no longer "just" in the world of "music" here, if we ever were. We've crossed over to community, to ritual, to happening, to an all-embracing vision in which raw, unmediated expression is more important that any commercial, professional standard. Coltrane sings, students sit in, the local drum circle does its thing. Even if this had been a great audio recording, it could only be a one-dimensional rendering of a multidimensional event. Our hearts and imaginations must fill in the rest.

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Motherload: Dust to Digital’s Awesome African Compilation

Opika Pende (Stand Firm): Africa At 78 RPM

Dust To Digital #22, 2011. Four discs

Jonathan Ward: co-producer, notes, source material, audio transfers.

Debbie Berne: design (Hey! Oakland banjo player!)

A PALTRY FORTY BUCKS!

     I have been in rapturous awe for two weeks, listening to practically nothing except the five hours of music in this infinite garden of African delights. A neat 100 sides, the earliest from the turn of the 20th century, about twenty from the 20s and 30s, almost none from the 40s (WWII), a few from the 60s, and the rest from the 50s. The sound is incredible: clean, detailed, rich and satisfying; despite the ultra-rarity of these discs, you never feel like you are listening to scratchy old 78s. Of course, listening to CD compilations of scratchy old 78s is pretty much what I do every night, but I don't fetishize noise for its own sake.

    Jonathan Ward, the producer, is the host of ExcavatedShellac.com, an exemplary website of historic ethnic music on 78s that I frequented a couple of years ago. In an effort to trim online audio collecting obsessions, I let this particular rabbit hole go. With all my classical, jazz and rock and roll collecting, I feel that if I let anything more in through the gates, that's all I would do.

     On the other hand, I pretty much feel like I could listen to nothing but these four discs for the rest of my life. The whole tapestry of life is here: the Muslim call to prayer, elegant urbane jazz-highlife, folkloric field recordings, and records that were regional African popular hits in the fifties and early sixties. Solo vocal recordings to huge massed choirs. Solo instrumental recordings to huge ensembles. A handful of the tracks were recorded in London or Paris, the rest on location in Ghana, Nigeria, Sierra Leone, Madagascar, Cameroon, Togo, Benin, Senegal, South Africa, etc. Some bear a marked influence of the Caribbean and the West, others seem like a glimpse into something very ancient and totally African (although what do I know?).

     There are many astonishing instrumental performances here. A solo on a bowed one string fiddle from Niger, recorded in 1950, brings to mind the high lonesome fiddling of Gaither Carleton and the ornamentation and circular breathing of Free Jazz saxophonist Evan Parker. The great Congolese fingerstyle guitarist Jean Bosco is represented by a virtuoso solo performance that will make guitarists swoon. A whirling, pulsing rosewood flute accompanies a part spoken, part chanted recitation, and you can imagine this music ringing through a cave by firelight fifteen thousand years ago. If complex yet deeply grooving rhythmic polyphony is your thing – and by gosh, don't ya think it should it be? - tracks 5, 6, and 7 on disc two ought to keep you occupied for a few years.

     And while you're on disc two check out Yeboa’s Band, recorded in Ghana in 1937. They were a professional dance band, with saxophone, clarinet, piano, percussion, and vocal trio. It took me several times before I grasped the way the squirrely melody, in vocal harmony (reminds me of Franco and TPOK Jazz), lays over the rolling ¾ meter.(Of course "meter" isn't really an African concept, but this is certainly a Caribbean-influenced recording, and so perhaps not so irrelevant in this case). 

     The sequencing is organized according to region of Africa, but this in no way makes the songs clump into similar sounding chunks. The four discs are utterly similar in their astonishing diversity, if you'll pardon the expression. Like the fabled Anthology of American Folk Music, I want to listen to the whole thing every time I listen to any of it. Every song of the 100 here sounds like a whole country unto itself.

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Blindfold Test-O-Rama: Plonsey/Schott Blindfold Test #2 (turnaround)

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but as usual, I had no idea what I was getting into, or, after all these years, who I was dealing with. Check and mate, game to Mr. Plonsey. (Dan Plonsey undergoes the famous Blindfold Test.) At least for now! I'll leave the blindfolding to Isis for the time being. Ouch -- too soon?

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Blindfold Test: Second Attempt

Following my disastrous attempt to self-proctor a “blindfold test”, I opted to try a more traditional method. I conscripted my friend Dan Plonsey to play the role of interlocutor. Dan is saxophonist and a prolific composer of astonishing breadth and beauty. He is also very knowledgeable about all sorts of matters pertaining to records: the intricacies of Sun Ra and Lee Perry’s discographies, Bollywood composers and performers of note, Pere Ubu, Classical records of the 60s and 70s, independent artist-run labels, and on and on. Another reason Dan seemed like the perfect choice was that he was very familiar with my listening tastes, biases, and potential blind spots, and so could choose accordingly.

One afternoon a few weeks ago I brought my portable recorder to Dan's house in El Cerrito, and proceeded to record us talking and playing records. Thanks very much to Surry Flavinoid for transcribing the audio into the text you read here ( I have added some comments and "stage directions" in italics).


Dan Ok, so you sit there, with your back to the speakers. I arranged a seat there, there’s a glass of water…
John Yeah, this way seems much better, not being actually blindfolded.
Dan I was thinking of having you wear those headphone-like things they wear for directing traffic on airport runways, that isolate the ears and shut out sound, and then play you the records. Or just play the records from the farthest away room in the house, so you could just hear them very faintly.
John Perhaps we could do a whole series of them. One where you play the typical twelve different records, but all at once, and the person has to guess and evaluate all of them. One where you have a live band try and replicate the recordings. One where you have a musician from a non-Western culture try to recreate the records all by him or her self, using er-hu or rebab or what have you. One where you call the person and play them records by holding up your cell phone to your iPod earbuds.
Dan One where you’re playing a gig, I keep approaching the stage and trying to play you these records. “Excuse me, could you identify this trumpet player?”
John One where I wake you up, I’m suddenly playing records in your bedroom in the middle of the night.
Dan Stalking someone: at the supermarket, public restroom, always with a boom box, playing Jazz records, pulling up alongside them on the freeway, rolling the window down, “What does this make you think of?” Or they’re driving across the Bay Bridge and you’re there standing on the bridge by the side, holding a sign that says “Do you recognize the pianist?”
John Well, should we get started?
New Monsters: New Boots For Bigfoot (Posi-tone, 2012)
personnel as guessed
John (after the head) Hmm, that was cool. Electric Bass, that narrows it down. That's an odd Tenor sound. This feels familiar … is this the New Monsters record? Yeah, oh right, that’s one of your pieces, I might have played a different version of that piece.
Dan Do you remember who’s on the record?
John The New Monsters CD? Uh, well, yeah, you and Steve Adams, Scott Looney, and Steve Horowitz, and, uh, I can’t think of his name… the drummer…
Dan Rhymes with “anchovy”.
John “Paul E. Phony”?
Dan “If you’re feeling mazel-tov-y, then you should call ___”
John I don’t know. “Bramwell Tovey?”
Dan Jim Bove.
pause
John Ok. Should we move on?
Dan Plonsey: L Is For Legitimate “Understanding Human Behavio” (Limited Sedition, 1999)
John What is that? Is that… an oboe? (listens) Oh, this is that record you made, the oboe one, uh, Understanding Human Behavio.
Dan Do you remember the name of this track?
John Why are you asking me that? No, I don’t remember the name of the track, or the drummer on the New Monsters record. But I did identify the records! Do you expect me to know every record of yours, the titles, the personnel…?
Dan It’s called L Is For Legitimate.
John Ok, fine, it’s great. Can we keep going?
Dan Plonsey: 12 Different Boxes of Jello Have I “Jazz” at Yoshi’s (self-released, 2002)
John Dan, I’m on this record!
Dan Ok, sorry, tee-hee, ok, wait, here’s another:
Count Basie: The World Is Mad (Part 1) Okeh
Lester Young – saxophone; Dicky Wells – trombone; Buck Clayton – trumpet; Freddie Green – guitar; Walter Page – bass; Jo Jones – drums.
John Ok, this sounds great. (during sax solo) Lester! Huh, well, I don’t recognize the composition, but that’s Count Basie and Lester Young, so that’s probably Dickie Wells on trombone. At first I thought it was Hot Lips Page on trumpet, from those half-valve effects, but it’s probably Buck Clayton. Or "Sweets" Edison? And of course, Jo Jones, Freddie Gr-
Dan Nope.
John Really? “Nope” to Freddy Green or “no, it’s not Count Basie”?
Dan It’s Duke Ellington, with Ben Webster, Lawrence Brown, and Cootie Williams.
John Really? Really?
Dan Yup, Ellington.
John Wow, that’s, that’s amazing… what’s it called?
Dan “Police Officer Stomp”.
John What?!?
Dan Yup. Pretty sure.
John “Pretty sure”? What does that mean? "Police Officer Stomp" doesn’t sound like something you could call a song in the thirties!
Dan Are you ready for the next one?
John Could I look at that Ellington record?
Dan Let’s keep going for now and then at the end we can look at everything.
John Ok, but you have it here?
Dan Actually, a lot of these are on a CD-R that I made.
John Oh, man. I sort of thought –
Dan Ok, check this out:
The Rolling Stones: Brown Sugar Sticky Fingers (Rolling Stones Records, 1971)
John (immediately) Dan!
Dan Just guess!
John Ugh… Dan!
Dan Just guess!
John This is guessing – you’re supposed to play me something that is tricky for me to identify!
Dan Just guess!
John Uh, “The Rolling Stones”? “Brown Sugar”?
Dan Oh. (someone disappointed) Yes.
John This is dumb.
Dan Ok, one more.
Dan Plonsey: Open Door Dinosaur Open Door and Desire (Felmway 2000)
Dan Plonsey, saxophone, keyboards, scat singing.
John (clearly annoyed) I’m going out on a limb here, and saying, oh, I don’t know… Dan Plonsey?!?
Dan What record is it from?
John I don’t know what record it’s from! You have, like, seventy records! (Listening to “scat singing”) I can’t believe you put this on a record!
Dan Ok, one more.
(simultaneously) John You're supposed to -       Dan I just -      John ...records that -
Dan ...let me play ONE more...     John ... have to do this all again -
Dan Just one more, ok... good...uh, don't peak... ok:

After ten seconds I heard a "needle drop", and then the familiar sound of a scratchy 78. This went on a little longer than it should have; a real 78 would have had the music enter after a few seconds at the very longest. It was a full eight seconds before a sax drifted in, singing an Ornette-like song, sounding like someone pining for family after too long away. It took me a long second to realize what should have been obvious: Dan was playing sax out in his backyard, directly behind the living room. This clumsy little ventriloquist act, which should have been no less annoying than everything that had come before, made me suddenly and unexpectedly happy. That one second of not knowing just what I was hearing, even though I was completely expecting it to be a prank, indeed had already known that it was a prank before the sax entrance, that one second, alone in Dan's living room, was worth the aggravation that had led up to it. In fact the aggravation had probably made that illuminated moment possible. This is a lot like Dan's music, which in rehearsal can sometimes seem incoherent and formless, only to reveal itself in performance as unique and strangely profound. 

All right: no more messing around. How much could it cost to hire a real, actual Jazz Critic to play me records? 

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This is my brain on crumbly yellowed paper

I collect scores and sheet music. By collect, I mean that I acquire music beyond what I can strictly justify as things I want to study. Having the Beethoven quartets and symphonies, the Wagner operas, Brahms right and left - that's not collecting, that's just stuff I need. But having the vocal score to Webern's 2nd Cantata, in addition to the pocket score, that's collecting. Having two copies of Carter's Piano Sonata, 4-hand arrangements of Bruckner - that's collecting. By "collecting" I suppose I also mean a life of trolling used book stores, music stores with big sheet music sections, library sales, and the like. These days it's simple to locate a second-hand copy of Wolpe's long-out-of-print String Quartet - you just type it into you-know-what. Of all the things in my collection, only two or three were acquired that way. I got tired of waiting for a copy of Erwartung to turn up somewhere, and by waiting I mean at least 25 years, so last year I tracked down a nice used copy on the interweb. See, obviously I could just order a new copy of Erwartung. But that's no good - I don't have the money to just simply own every score of Schoenberg's, just 'cause I want to. But I do have the money to slowly acquire used copies of every score of Schoenberg's, at the trickling rate they come to me through combing used book stores.

Kids, I came up the hard way! You have to get out there, pound the pavement, get down on your hands and knees in dusty, crowded bookstores, down the with cats and the cat hair, going through a beat-up cardboard box on the floor near the music books, the box is half full, so that all the music is slumped over and getting banged up, and you go through it: Elton John's Honkey Chateau songbook; Hanon exercises; Dover's The Fitzwilliam Virginal Book; lots of loose pieces of music that make no sense by themselves, such as a 2nd violin part to Schubert's Death and the Maiden; the song "You Don't Bring Me Flowers", but missing the middle page; Mozart Easy Graded Piano Pieces; the Moonlight Sonata; several Met Opera librettos; a Phantom of the Opera program book; maybe a Bach Cantata vocal score; the mimeographed program for someone's amateur piano recital, circa 1979; Mel Bay Publications Graded Guitar Method and/or Berklee School of Music's William Leavitt Guitar Method; the booklet that came with Neil Young's Decade LP; and then maybe if you're lucky, every eighth box like this that you go through, might have, say, the Kalmus vocal score to the Symphony of Psalms, or a Eulenberg score of the Grosse Fugue.

And then you need to go back to those places at least once a week, going through that same box over and over again, getting to where you just numbly flip through the contents, everything is still there, in the same order it was last time. No one has bought that copy of Handel's Messiah, or the easy piano arrangement of The Entertainer. Perhaps you can even tell by looking at the box without touching it whether it has been in any way added to or subtracted from since the last time you were there.

All of this is to explain that I have posted my personal sheet music inventory on this website, where I can access it, because I don't have a smart phone, where it would more sensibly reside. I am a little embarrassed about doing so; it seems like "conspicuous consumption", a little show-offy.  But it has started to happen that I am, for example, at Green Apple Books in San Francisco, and I cannot remember if I own, say, La Valse in the two-piano arrangement or the solo arrangement. So I'm putting it here, where I can find it! And also so everyone who has an extra copy of Ives's 4th Symphony lying around can check my list and see that I don't have it, and feel smug, knowing that I am bitterly envious. 

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Blindfold Test: First Attempt

     I have always enjoyed the DownBeat “Blindfold Test” feature in each issue, in which a famous or up-and-coming jazz musician is played one track each from several Jazz albums with no information, asked to guess the musicians and to candidly appraise the music. Partly it’s a machismo test: if you are a young cat, you want to be able distinguish your Hank Mobleys from your Dexter Gordons, or Roy Eldridge from Red Allen, or Jaki Byard from Charles Mingus playing piano (a not uncommon fakeout in the blindfold test annals). Then there is the tantalizing possibility of having someone offer a much more critical assessment of a famous musician then they might normally be expected to. After all, if the person is unaware of who’s playing, it can’t be a personal attack.

     I have spent my life wishing someone would test me on these things. Having the reached the age of 48, I have come to the sober realization that I will probably never be anything remotely like a celebrity in the Jazz world, and thus will never get a blindfold test in DownBeat, much less the Holy Grail of something like being on Fresh Air. (By the way, can you imagine the disappointment of people who get booked on Fresh Air only to discover that they’re to be interviewed by Dave Davies? When they confide this to friends, they must say “I mean, nothing against Davie Davies (or David Biancouli who writes for TVworthwatching.com, or Lloyd Schwartz”), but… y’know… Terri Gross…” they say, wistfully.)

     So recently I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Self-Administered Blindfold Test

     Of course, I know my CD and vinyl collection and its various categorization schemes better than I know the birthdays of my immediate family. So first I set about creating chaos from order.
     It is surprisingly difficult to achieve a state of blindfoldedness. I tried several bandannas, hats and towels, but nothing satisfied. I finally hit on a solution: I took out one of our typical suitcases and put it on my head. By zipping it up to my neck, I couldn’t look down and accidentally see a cover.

trying it on 2

     Having cleared a space in the middle of my studio, I began criss-crossing the room, taking stacks of records and handfuls of CDs from their shelves and blindly strewing them across the floor, intending to kneel down and further shuffle them around the room.
      Almost as soon as I began, disaster struck. One of the bookcases full of lps was precariously balanced on a ledge, and when I pulled out enough records from the bottom, it became top-heavy and fell forward, taking me down with it. I was buried in records, with a heavy bookcase on top of me, and a suitcase on my head.
     Fortunately Ezra was home, heard the crash, and my muffled screams, and came down to see what had happened. But not right away. He was very deep into a level of Team Fortress II that had just come online, playing with and against anonymous, faceless players from who-knows-where. So superior were his efforts on this particular occasion, his team had been granted something like immortality. In reality it was probably only twenty minutes. He later said that he could actually hear my muffled calls during this time, and for a moment was torn: loyalty to his father or to his blank, empty doppelgangers? But the moment passed, and he was at peace in sacrificing the one for the many.
     At length Ezra came down and surveyed the scene. He remained calm. One might even say he demonstrated a curious lack of urgency. By and by, he recovered himself, and took out his phone. Someone must document this exotic travesty, he thought to himself. He busily circled around me, clicking photos.

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loss of feeling in one arm, dizziness, slight loss of appetite... loss of feeling in one arm, dizziness, slight loss of appetite...

     Finally he was persuaded – I may have kicked him – to lift up the bookcase and help remove the suitcase. I had failed my first blindfold test.

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John Schott interviews John Schott about Dream Kitchen

On the occasion of Dream Kitchen re-uniting to play at Jupiter in Berkeley on June 28, I sat down for a chat with bandleader, guitarist and vocalist John Schott. 

John Schott: You’ve spoken several times in therapy sessions of your anxiety around the interview: your fear of sounding, when talking in therapy, as if you’re giving answers in an interview, as well as your desire to be in the elite group of musicians-who-get-interviewed, and even of Glenn Gould’s cheeky pseudo-psychoanalytical self-interview. Clearly, seeing that you’re writing this, something is manifesting itself here, in regard to that anxiety. Why write this, and why now?

John Schott: Uh… [long pause]…

JS Let’s try a different tack. It’s been quite a while since your last CD release, 2005’s Drunken Songs for Sober Times by your trio Dream Kitchen. What have you been up to?

JS …

JS You seem to have a lot of reservations about this interview exercise!

JS Umm…technology, and social media… increasingly…

JS [Long pause.] Well, I for one thought Drunken Songs was very nearly sublime. Every song seems to have a different focus, to come at the material from a different angle, somewhat like your CD Shuffle Play. Yet the compositions, by Jelly Roll Morton, Ellington, and others, really come thorough. It also impressed me as a kind of a nervy record: this was your first time singing on record, your first time playing acoustic fingerstyle guitar on record, your first slide guitar on record. With musicians you hadn’t previously recorded with, who…

JS [quickly] Ok, now you’re beginning to sound like an apologist! I liked it better when you said it was “very nearly sublime”.

JS You don’t wince at the “nearly”?

JS Oh man… [pause] I gotta go.

JS Sorry. No, wait, I mean it, I really like it, the Dream Kitchen record. Is there anything you can say about it?

JS Mmm…ugh. Hrm. Well…uh, it’s funny all the considerations that go into something like this; some of them only apparent in retrospect. I figured out that the world of Early Jazz was not going to come to me the way the Jazz of the 40s, 50s and 60s did. It was never going to be a part of my playing life unless I made it happen. I had long listened attentively to Armstrong, Morton, and Ellington, but I had never played a song by Morton, never transcribed any Bechet, and I didn’t know the "100 songs you must know from 1900-1929", the way I know "100 songs you must know from the Post-War era". Nor did I know “Just A Closer Walk With Me”. So starting around 2001, I just completely immersed myself in it, through the recording of the CD and for about a year after. I listened and listened, and read and read, and searched and collected, and I tried to comprehensively “know” early Jazz, and for that matter Ragtime and Black Minstrelsy. I could talk about this work for hours. At the time I felt very much alone with it. None of my colleagues had ever heard of Lovie Austin, Tiny Parham, Bennie Moten, Johnny Dunn, or Tony Jackson. No one even listened to Bix or King Oliver, let alone ODJB or NORK. But in terms of putting the band together, I didn’t care [if they knew that music]; I just wanted people who could groove and were open to spontaneity. But then there is this whole ‘nother thing. I found it very difficult to keep a rhythm section together. Ches and Devin had moved, Trevor had moved. Amendola was very busy. So many people I had played with had moved away. Even when they were here, they were very busy, in eight different bands. I thought: to hell with it, I’m going to have a band without a bass player, it’ll just be three people (less people to divide the bread with), and I’ll find players who aren’t exactly in “my scene”. We’ll play these funky old Jazz tunes, so it’ll be kinda avant-funky, and lots of hipster guitar playing, so maybe we can get a piece of that action (somewhere around the nexus of Dr. John, Jam bands, and John Zorn?). So these thoughts were about getting gigs, keeping a band together, and making some money. In some respects Dream Kitchen was a conscious attempt to put forward something commercially viable. Strange as it now seems! But there’s a third dimension of generative motivations. Following a string of perceived defeats and emotional lows,the one thing that made sense, the one rock of Gilbraltar for me, was playing I – IV – V music, with an emphasis on the healing power of groove, and playing only what you really “heard”. Keeping it simple, so that you could be honest and vulnerable. For the moment, I absolutely could not go back to the ambitious, complicated music that had pre-occupied me all my adult life. I sensed that John Hanes could help me get where I wanted to go. He immediately impressed me as a musician and as a person. He didn’t think of himself as a Jazz drummer, but he was into improvising with a capital I. And he knew about songs, all kinds of songs. He knew a lot of standards, he knew old songs, old movies, old soul tunes. He had been around the block and back as a working musician, and that also counts for a lot with me.

JS I think you want to say something about why the group folded?

JS That’s weird – yes, yes I do. The big reason was [tuba, bass trombone, and jug player] Marc [Bolin] moved to Los Angeles to go to graduate school, and he simply couldn’t be replaced. I tried, asked around, checked out a couple players, but there’s just no one (that I’m aware of) who has phenomenal technique on tuba and bass trombone, grooves his ass off, and is such a free spirit. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but the Dream Kitchen book was all built around Marc! Once again I was stymied by the vagabond lifestyle of the young musician! Eventually I got around to writing and playing my music, with John and Dan Seamans, at the Actual Café. But I really feel the impact of those years of obsessively listening to early Jazz in my lines, in my improvising, whether I’m playing an original, a standard, or completely free. I’d say at least 80% of my nightly music listening, alone in the garage, is devoted to Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Lester Young and Sonny Rollins. Those four kind of all roll into one four-headed deity to me: PopsBirdPresNewk. I could just listen to those four for the rest of my life. Okay, gotta have women, so add Sheila Jordan and Shirley Horn.

JS Okay, thanks, I think I’ve got enough.

JS Wait, I’m not done!

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Guitar Player Reader’s Poll

 Guitar Player Reader's Poll

     Now, I don't want to beat up on ol' Guitar Player magazine, which I've read since I was a kid, and still read today at the library. They publish great things, and naturally, some less than great things. (I was upset about their recent "50 Bad-ass Blues Solos You Must Hear" cover story, but loved the article about Henry Kaiser.) All I'll say about this is that whoever came up with it, they didn't take lessons from John Schott!

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