Friday, January 14, 2011

"Latin" jazz? Part I

This post was originally published on my rhythm-specific blog http://batidabadaboom.blogspot.com/

One of my biggest pet-peeves since I began playing jazz about 18 years ago is the indication "Latin" written on a jazz fakebook sheet, or worse, spoken by the director of a jazz ensemble. Call me a snob, but I've always had a tremendous amount of respect for the incredible diversity of rhythms and grooves from Latin America, and cannot accept that "Latin" is a sufficient description for a type of beat to play on a jazz tune.


Do you want to hear Guaguancó (Cuba), Pagode (Brazil), Festejo (Peru), Salsa (Puerto Rico/New York/Cuba), Cumbia (Colombia), Merengue (Dominican Republic) ... those beats are all incredibly different from one another and that's just barely scratching the surface of the possibilities. Hence "Part 1" because there is way too much material to present in one measly blog posting and I will revisit this topic often.

I was very fortunate to attend a jazz workshop put on at the Salle Jesu in Montreal about 12 years ago by one of the greatest jazz musicians of all time, Elvin Jones (RIP); someone in the audience asked him about Latin rhythms, his interperetations of which he is particularly known for, and he said "if you want to play that stuff, you'd better check it out. I mean REALLY check it out".

On Thursday night I rounded the corner on Rua Conde de Lages off of Rua da Gloria in Lapa, Rio's legendary nightlife district, and was greeted by the familiar freshly painted forest-green doorway and hip-but-cozy atmosphere of the TribOz jazz club/cultural centre, owned by Australian expat and fine trumpeter Mike Ryan and his lovely Brazilian wife Jessica. I've had the honour of performing here a handful of times over the last few years and it's almost always a mind-blowing musical experience. The house bass player on Thursdays is Rodrigo Ferreira, a phenomenal groove machine who will get your booty shaking no matter if he's playing traditional Bossa Nova or Reggae or Funk, electric or upright bass; we are often joined on a few tunes by a random guitarist or cuica player who happens to be around and it adds so much depth to an already deliciously rich groove.


I think the thing I love the most about playing jazz in Brazil is that so many different jazz standards will fit so perfectly with a huge variety of Brazilian rhythms, and when I suggest we play a particular standard with a particular beat, everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about and then proceeds to play the $#%^ out of it! For instance, I love to play Invitation (by Bronislau Kaper) as a Baião.

Here's a great example of Baião, part of a documentary tribute to Luiz Gonzaga, Rei do Baião (king of Baião); watch the whole thing, it's worth it:




One groove that has really been getting the better of me is Partido Alto, a slower and very sassy, somewhat angular variation of the samba. I understand the basic rhythm of the "partido alto" or "high part", for instance when two pandeiros are playing together often one will play the basic samba and the other will play the "partido alto".

I love this feisty old character describing it:



(He is "Portelense" through and through - I will be sure to talk about Portela very soon ... )

However, when applied to jazz, and not actually counted off but instead just dived-into and messed-with and twisted up by the drummer and bassist right off the top, I get a sensation not unlike that feeling when you're just about to drift into sleep and all of a sudden you free-fall about 200 feet ... yeah that's what it feels like not knowing exactly where beat 1 is ... aak! Of course as with any Afro-Latin groove, it's a matter of getting intimately acquainted with where the accents are and how they flow, really internalizing it ... I'm not quite there with Partido Alto but I'm working on it :)

Here's the famous Azymuth recording of their tune "Partido Alto" from the 1979 album Light as a Feather:



José Roberto Bertrami - keyboards, vocals, percussion
Alex Malheiros - bass, vocals
Ivan Conti (Mamão) - drums, arp2600 synthesizer
Aleuda - percussion

... and here is a beautiful documentary by Leon Hirszman about the origin of Samba do Partido Alto:

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Bach to my Roots

All I ever listened to for the first 10 years of my life was classical music, especially baroque music (I still love it to this day, though my tastes have diversified quite a bit since then, from that to Led Zeppelin to John Coltrane to Sergent Garcia), but I have always loved Bach the most and always will ... if I ever got banished to isolation and was told the only music I could ever listen to for the rest of my life was the complete works of Bach, I'd be totally ok with that.

When I was 7 years old, my parents gave me a cassette tape (yes, that's how old I am!) of assorted baroque music that had recently been released, among them Albinoni's Adagio, and I'm pretty sure there was also something by Vivaldi ... but of course the one piece that stood out the most to me was the Brandenburg Concerto #5 by Johann Sebastian Bach, recorded by Trevor Pinnock and the English Concert; the harpsichord solo toward the end of the first movement hit me like a ton of bricks ... even though I was 7 years old and could barely even reach the pedals on the piano at the time, I promised myself I would learn to play that piece someday ... I listened to it over, and over, and over ... and wore out the cassette ... lousy technology; thankfully some slightly less lousy technology came along a few years later, and my parents bought the full 3-CD set of all 6 Brandenburg Concertos and 4 Orchestral Suites from that same English Concert recording.

I finally decided to tackle it at age 17 - sometimes it takes 10 years to keep a promise, but hey, better late than never. However, once I decided I was going to do it, I was very motivated to learn it as quickly as possible ... I couldn't be bothered going to the store, looking for sheet music, picking it apart off a page ... nah ... I just figured I'd learn the whole thing by ear. I'm sure I'd heard it at LEAST 500 times by then, so it wouldn't be too difficult ... except that crazy fast part that I needed a half-time machine for, but I digress ... anyway, at that time, I had no idea what baroque tuning was. This is a slightly important detail ... see, Baroque ensembles (the whole resurgence of which was pioneered in part by Trevor Pinnock - the idea of playing on instruments of the Baroque era using period-appropriate articulation, phrasing, bowing, etc. and of course their tuning system ... ) use A-415. Which is pretty much our modern A-flat. Soooo ... I learned the entire harpsichord solo from Brandenburg #5 in D-flat major ... it's supposed to be in D. Oops! Oh well, there's no danger of me trying to play this with an orchestra, so it's all good.

As the years went by and I got into playing other styles of music ... jazz, salsa, funk ... I never really forgot about the piece but I didn't play it as often ... though I was exploring many other genres, and the lifestyle that goes with them (anyone who's been to a Salsa club knows what I'm talking about!), Trevor Pinnock's recording of Bach's Brandenburg Concertos stayed very close to me - through highs and lows - graduation celebrations and break-ups ... it's always been that one recording I'd bring with me to the proverbial desert island ... in fact, I seem to remember telling my father right before I moved away that if he didn't buy me another copy I'd just take his with me to Montreal ... so another copy of that 3-CD set was purchased immediately!

So, as these things go, even more years went by ... now, I'm not one to make a whole pile of New Year's resolutions - it almost invariably ends in disappointment and feelings of inadequacy - but around New Year's 2009 it hit me how much I missed Baroque music (I forgot to mention I played viola in the McGill Baroque Orchestra my final year of University and it was my absolute favorite ensemble during my post-secondary career, bar none!), so I resolved to bring more Baroque and early music back into my life ... I went to some great concerts, including the Tallis Scholars as well as a really nice harpsichord series put on by Luc Beausejour ... but I had no idea what was in store for me, how my New Year's resolution was going to bring my entire musical identity full-circle ... see, the whole time I had been listening to this amazing landmark recording of the Brandenburg Concertos, I never thought of Trevor Pinnock as an actual human artist whom I could actually go see perform ... I had never tried, never seen a live concert, never met him ... his recording was just totally woven into the fabric of my musical soul since I was 7, and that was that ... and then in a completely unrelated, seemingly unlikely context, there he was, at my workplace, around this time last year.

me, star-struck


I told him about listening to his solo since I was 7, and then learning how to play it note-for-note in D-flat major ... we had a good laugh over that! Yes, I realize I'm almost a year late writing about this meeting (hey, it took me 10 years to learn the piece, so I suppose I'm not doing too badly considering ...), but I can't possibly convey in mere typed text how heavy an experience this was for me, coming face to face with the original source of my inspiration to become a musician ... how it completely derailed me for about a week ...

me, happy


Anyway, needless to say it was all the motivation I needed to dust off the cobwebs and finally record the one piece I've carried with me pretty much my entire life ... and I got to learn some video editing skills while I was at it. So, ladies and gentlemen, here you have it ... the harpsichord solo from Bach's Brandenburg Concerto # 5 played on the piano, in the wrong key:



And just FYI, I still have not seen Trevor Pinnock perform live, so if anyone out there wants to treat me to a flight to the UK and a concert ticket, my birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and Christmas is right around the corner ;)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Chompy the Fish





As many of you know, my latest album Soul Food for Thought comes with a sticker of a 2-jawed fish, which is also the image on the CD itself.



I've been getting many questions about the fish cartoon ... "Why does it have 2 mouths?" "What does it mean?" "Why a 2-jawed fish?".

Here is the answer:

Back in 2008, a mutant fish with 2 jaws had been pulled out of Lake Athabasca, near the Alberta Oilsands by two young children.





I immediately thought, my goodness, this is like Blinky, the 3-eyed fish from The Simpsons pulled out of the lake beside the nuclear power plant. (For those of you who don't already know, I am a huge Simpsons fan!)




I named the Athabasca fish "Chompy" (you know, a fish with three eyes is called "Blinky", so therefore it is logical to name a fish with two jaws "Chompy"). Because I can't draw to save my life, I hired a wonderful cartoonist by the name of Rick Servande to bring Chompy to life. You can see him at the top of this page.


There are several articles about this alarming catch, and the subsequent public anxiety about pollution and the federal government's perceived blind-eye policy toward the environmental practices of the oil companies operating in the area:


http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/news/story.html?id=c04b41c6-5bba-4233-a808-df76a2569142


http://www.cbc.ca/canada/edmonton/story/2008/08/18/chip-fish.html


http://www.edmontonsun.com/news/2010/09/16/15374701.html?comments_page=3&id=15374701


http://www.themarknews.com/articles/2430-mutant-fish-found-near-oil-sands


http://www.qbn.com/topics/562574/


http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/prairies/mutant-fish-lead-to-calls-for-ottawa-to-monitor-oil-sands/article1711070/


... plus a blog posting that captures my sentiments on the issue including the parallel to The Simpsons (I think it's always a bit disconcerting whenever real life begins to resemble The Simpsons).


http://www.lilithnews.com/2008/08/mutant-oil-sands-fish-something-out-of.html


*** I had originally thought that this particular fish had also been eaten, having remembered reading something about that. I was slightly mistaken ... turns out it was another 2-jawed mutant fish, caught in Nebraska in 2005, that was eaten. ***


http://journalstar.com/news/article_29ea47c7-a30b-559a-9228-9329c920df2d.html


In a much less-hyped article that appeared some time later, scientists state that what appeared to be a mutant fish was actually a fish that has 2 sets of teeth and that in a natural state of decomposition could appear to have 2 jaws.


http://www2.canada.com/society+commits+clinical+trial+liberation+treatment/3538943/story.html?id=1383289


Food for thought, in any case ...

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Run an' tell THAT, homeboy!

Unless you've been living in a cave the last few weeks, you've probably heard of Antoine Dodson, the flamboyant character from Huntsville Alabama who made a highly memorable rant into WAFF 48's news camera after his sister was attacked by a stranger in the middle of the night. Here's the news report:



The Gregory Brothers, of Autotune the News fame immediately saw the goldmine of creativity, charisma and entertainment value in the broadcast and approached Antoine about a possible deal to share the proceeds if they were to write a song based on his newscast tirade.

Many have criticized WAFF for airing the clip because they felt it portrayed and perpetuated a negative racial and social class stereotype, and there are also feelings that mockery is being made of such a terrible situation. I disagree with both of those points ... first of all, it is so liberating and refreshing to see someone just let it all out on the news. Many of us (myself included) get camera-shy and are reserved and reluctant to really be ourselves once the little red recording light is on regardless of the context. I'm sure we all wish we could be as free-spirited as Antoine Dodson; he is a passionate, vivacious man who lives hard with no apologies and who would do anything, no holds barred, for the people he loves. That deserves admiration and respect.

As for exploiting the situation for entertainment (and of course financial) purposes, I say, all the power to them. Obviously rape is no laughing matter, but history has shown again and again that laughter/satire is a very powerful political and educational tool. Antoine has since stated that many of his new fans are themselves rape victims and his boisterous interview has emboldened them to confront their own feelings and strengthen their own healing process. This is still to say nothing of the autotune remix that the Gregory Brothers composed and recorded, which has become an international YouTube sensation and reached millions of people - whose reactions range from enjoying it at face value for simply being a good song, to feeling an emotional connection to Antoine and his sister reflected by their own love for their own families, to helping to break down the stigma surrounding rape especially in down-trodden communities and creating constructive dialogue about how to prevent and/or deal with it.

Here is the song:



Proceeds from the sale of this song on iTunes, YouTube advertising and catch-phrase swag have already funded a new home for Antoine and his family in a much safer area, plus a private investigator to help find the perpetrator of the crime. The family agrees that it is a very positive (and unexpected) end to a negative situation - super sweet lemonade, if you will :)

But my reverence for this story does not end there ... the Bed Intruder Song phenomenon could be indicative of what I dare be optimistic enough to hope is a trend towards finally wrestling popular music away from fat-cat industry clowns and making it OURS again.

Among all the vapid corporate schlock on the Billboard Hot 100 shines a musically interesting, culturally relevant gem, sitting pretty on its own merit with no special interest, big-label marketing behind it. We've put up with over 20 years of utter BS from the music industry. Enough is enough. Popular music no longer has to be mindless, tacky, formulaic mush mandated from above, rammed down our throats gavage-style by our corporate masters ... instead, we can react to and be inspired by what is going on around us and create lasting popular art for many generations to appreciate and enjoy using the new technologies available to us.

I leave you with this cover arrangement of the Bed Intruder Song, done by the North Carolina A&T Blue & Gold Marching Machine:

Monday, May 10, 2010

Jazz Wars - guest posting on Josh Rager's blog "x...y...jazz"

Montreal jazz pianist/educator and all around nice guy Josh Rager sent out a call to local musicians to check out a passionate rant by Jason Marsalis about the current state of jazz. Aside from being an awesome jazz musician (more on this later) Josh writes a blog that actively engages the jazz community and often features opinions of local musicians. The following is my long-winded response ... hey, he asked for it! He has even added it to his blog as a guest posting :)

(it'll probably make more sense if you watch the video of Jason's rant first ... then again, maybe not ...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN5xyZvMjJc

re: Jason Marsalis rant at the Rex ...

I am always very interested to hear a Marsalis' take on things; there was a time when I thought Wynton was a stodgy, crusty old purist, stuck in a rut and bitter about it. However, the more I learn about jazz and jazz history, the more I can appreciate his point of view and the more, I have to say, I agree with him.

Think about where the Marsalis family is from ... New Orleans, the cradle of American musical culture and birthplace of what is almost certainly America's greatest contribution to art on the world stage.  We look back through the history of jazz with rose coloured glasses, especially now that it's no longer "the devil's music", and has now been institutionalized, systematized, accepted as an academic field of study, and dare I say it, somehow sanitized in the process as well.  Early jazz  was thought of by the white upper class as low-life brothel and gambling hall music that the undesirables (read "blacks") partook in, and it ultimately took Europeans to recognize and nurture this incredible emerging art form.  (Germans Alfred Lion & Francis Wolff launched Blue Note Records). Wynton was around to see his fellow African Americans press on through unimaginable hardship and win their civil rights, only to have the image of his culture be reduced to the vapid glorification of black on black violence, to the benefit of Big Entertainment Corp.

Some of the most romanticized, revered figures in jazz history that we admire today were often victims of police brutality and racial profiling, debilitating drug addictions and a host of other problems affecting mostly the poor and down-trodden. (Billie Holiday, Charlie Parker and Bud Powell come to mind). If we look farther back in history to the blues, the original roots of jazz and all African American music (and by extension rock & roll and pop music), we see that it is the mournful cry of an oppressed people who also had hope and a sense of humour to see them through; there is such a rich pallette of emotions in the blues, the songs tell incredible stories of suffering and despair, love & laughter ... to call yourself a jazz musician and shrug off the blues as being old and tired is like calling yourself an Italian chef and deciding that tomatoes and olive oil are boring and passé and are going to cook with something newer and more exciting. You have removed a key element of the essence of what it IS, one of the main things that makes people fall in love with it, and it ceases to be what you say it is if you do that.

I'm not saying that in order to be considered jazz it can only be Cotton Tail played like Ben Webster plays it, but what I am saying is that for it to be meaningful, the history, and therefore the melodies, rhythms and phrasing, have to be respected and built-upon. It's a language. All languages evolve by building on what came before. Nobody speaks Latin anymore, but anybody who speaks French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese or Romanian can read, understand and appreciate Latin, and through that gain some insight and respect for the history and lives of the people who spoke it while experiencing the constant evolution of their own languages in modern times.

Jason talks about melody and communicating/connecting with the audience, and I'm absolutely with him on this. Like a spoken word performance (stand-up comedy comes to mind), it's not what you say, but how you say it; it's about HOW you deliver your story using the common language, and there is NO limit to the creative possibilities involved. Take the ending of Bye Bye Blackbird from "God Bless Jug and Sonny" - Sonny Stitt and Gene Ammons ... they quote pretty much every tune under the sun during the endless turnaround and the exchange between them gets more and more exciting, more and more energetic, comical, engaging, and dare I say it, orgasmic! They are using this rich vocabulary of timeless melodies and songs and interweaving it in such a brilliant way ... I can't imagine anyone who claims to love or play jazz not being affected deeply by this.

Now, after all is said and done, I can't say I agree completely with Jason's rant, (though I think it's hilarious and he's totally within his right to say all of those things) in that I believe because the very spirit of jazz is one of growth, progress and exploration, that there is a place for complex meters and chromatic, cerebral improvisation. (Small digression - odd meters can groove like crazy if they're approached in a natural, organic way - ex. Soulive's "One in 7").  That being said, while I can appreciate the particular area of jazz Jason is referring to, it certainly doesn't move and shake me personally the way a hard-swinging take on an old standard tune steeped in emotion and history does.

So I suppose I'm with Jason 99% :)
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Thanks again to Josh Rager for sharing his soap box ;)

Josh is an excellent musician who performs regularly in the Montreal area and has received much praise for his recently released album "Time and Time Again".

You can find out more about Josh at his website: http://www.ragermusic.com/josh/index1.html

and you can follow his blog at http://xyjazz.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Respect, just a little bit.

I am a freelance musician; mostly a jazz musician, but I am also into playing/arranging/teaching funk, salsa, R&B, gospel ... anything that'll get you movin' & groovin'. I love my job. However, that doesn't mean that I feel it's a GOOD job. We all go through phases in our lives when we evaluate the results of our decisions to do what we do professionally ... "Am I satisfied with my work?", "Do I make enough money?" "Is this worth getting up in the morning for?" ... I believe it all comes down to respect ... either the respect you get at work & have for your co-workers/boss/clients/etc, or ample compensation for the absence thereof.

I judge how good a job is based on its bullshit/pay ratio. For example, if I'm a corporate IT minion, I'm happy to sit there and waste half my day on some mindless Human Resources training exam about what expenses are/aren't admissible when I take a potential client out golfing ... you're paying me $150/hr, so you can wring me through as many pointless surveys you want - bring 'em on, I'll be Facebooking in the mean time! This job would be considered a good job because although there is a mother load of corporate policy blah and red tape, the compensation is plentiful, and the BS/pay ratio is therefore favourable. Take another example ... I've just started up my own business making and selling my own natural organic soaps and body products; I make maybe a $1000/month profit, but there are no stuffed-shirted bureaucrats breathing down my neck, no ambitious backstabbers trying to stamp me down as they claw their way up the ladder, just the sweet smell of cinnamon and lavender to greet me and my tree-huggin', feel-good hippie customers. This is also a good job ... the pay is minimal, but there is no BS to be seen, heard or smelled for miles around. Again, the BS/pay ratio is favourable.

I have come to realize that, based on the above criteria, being a freelance jazz musician is NOT a good job. I'm constantly encountering the "yeah you're a musician, but what do you really do, for a living?" attitude. Clients and bar owners expect me to play for hours on end without breaks because hey, I'm enjoying it, right? We're all here to have a good time so I should just shut up and be grateful that I just get to goof off and have fun while everyone else is working. Besides, they're doing me a favour by giving me ... 'EXPOSURE'... (to which I usually respond with "don't people die from that?"). And of course there is always that one dashing young man in a designer suit with the mischievous smirk on his face who comes up and plinks on my keys, thinking he's oh so suave - meanwhile I'm trying to deliver a decent rendition of some insipid ballad the client's uncle requested. Now, I don't give a damn how good looking or rich you are, when you do that, you are a jackass ... and you can be sure that the pianist does NOT think it's remotely cute or charming, but actually wants to murder you at that moment. How would you like it if I barged into your office with a full-blown New Orleans marching band and knocked my trombone slide onto your speaker phone button right when you were about to close that deal? I didn't think so. So don't do it, it's extremely disrespectful. Just because I happen to enjoy my work does not give anybody a license to treat me any differently than any other professional. An esteemed colleague and I were discussing this very subject, and his thoughts on the matter were, "you know, you'd never go up to a prostitute and say 'hey, wow, sex is GREAT, it must be fantastic to do that for a LIVING!'" ... think about it.

So how did it come about that here in North America it is socially acceptable to treat musicians this way? I have a theory about this, so hear me out here ... notice that musicians who have jobs with symphony orchestras, pit orchestras, TV studios, etc. are generally looked kindly upon (and are protected by the union; sadly the benefits of being in the musicians' union don't extend to freelancers to nearly the same degree, but that's another rant for another time). Also notice that what I'm about to point out doesn't just apply to jazz musicians in small clubs, but freelancers who play R&B, blues, rock, funk and jazz in every setting from restaurants to discotheques, from cruise ships to summer festivals ... somehow it's ok to ask the musicians to play for free or dirt cheap, or not to cover their transportation, not to provide proper meals (what do you mean these 2-square-inch soggy egg salad sandwiches won't get you through the night, you ingrates?!), how it's fine to expect the musicians to just vanish into thin air once their set is done and magically re-materialize for the next one and the next, without offering or sometimes even allowing us a place to sit and have a coffee while we recharge and collect our creative mind power to be able to deliver another hour of our specialized services. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to argue that this always the case; I have been treated and paid very well in many performing situations here in Canada. What I'm saying is that it is much more widespread than it ought to be, and it is somehow subconsciously acceptable on the part of North American society. My theory will not sit well with everyone, as it has some very uncomfortable racial tones to it, but after much reflection on this issue, I truly feel that this mentality stems from the days of blatant segregationist policies in the deep south, all the way up to the more subtle and not-so-subtle racial divisions in the northern USA and yes, even Canada. In those days, black entertainers were allowed to perform for a white audience, but they were kept separate by a water-tight barrier ... the whites would be enjoying their 3rd dish of their 12 course meal at the dinner theatre, an ensemble of sharply-dressed black musicians would appear on stage and deliver a dazzling performance, lift everyone's spirits, then be quickly whisked away and relegated to the basement to sit on rickety, splintering old chairs under dripping rusty pipes, snacking on their pickled pigs' feet until it was time to go on again. All of the styles of music I listed above can trace their roots directly to the Black American musical tradition of the Old South as it found its way up the Mississippi and branched off into all of these genres we know today. Though the colours of the faces of the musicians who now perform this music all over North America are as varied as songs and grooves they play, the conventions of a past segregationist era die hard.

I will admit, some things have definitely changed in the last few decades, and at this point the whole industry has pretty much been taken over by lawyers, accountants and business tycoons wanting to make a quick buck. On many levels, it has become all about marketing an image, and less and less about the actual music; regardless of style or scene, the music business attracts so many phony, opportunistic name-dropping sleazeballs, with all the charm of a used-car salesman. This can be tolerated in the Pop and Top 40 circles where's there's actually money there to justify enduring that kind of massive headache (see BS/Pay ratio), but sadly it happens in all genres; hardly seems worth it ... as a great jazz guitarist once told me, "there's TENS of dollars in jazz". Unless of course you're Keith Jarrett, but who wants to be Keith Jarrett, really? So, given the severely disproportionate amount of money we get paid to deal with the aforementioned steaming pile, I reiterate, being a freelance jazz musician in North America is not a good job.

European and Japanese concert promoters are dumbfounded when I inform them of the average working conditions and expectations of jazz/rock/funk etc. musicians here; they simply cannot believe that all of the dedication and hard work it takes to do what we do is scarcely acknowledged or compensated accordingly. Keep in mind that these are much older, more mature societies with a drastically different history and view of art and culture than North America ... after all, it ultimately took Europeans to nurture Black American musical talent in the first place (Germans Alfred Lion & Francis Wolff launched Blue Note Records, and Ahmet Ertegün from Turkey started Atlantic) thereby bringing to life what is arguably North America's greatest contribution to art.

Don't get me wrong, there are many things I really love about my country and this continent, but I'm not surprised that so many American artists and musicians have moved to Europe to live and work. I would now like to share a personal experience I had with this very issue. Five years ago I did my first small concert tour of Denmark, where I was very well-received, well-paid, well-fed, and the venues were almost full to capacity of jazz-appreciating concert-goers even in the smallest towns. The day after I returned to Montreal I was asked to do a jazz trio cocktail gig for the inauguration of a new building at a local institution, which will remain nameless. To set the scene a bit here, we were playing in the lobby/open stairwell and the music wafted up to the party taking place on the mezzanine above. We had already played for over 90 minutes straight without a break (which is beyond the call of duty according to the musicians' union), when a crumpled-up napkin came hurtling at us from above. One of the organizers was trying to get our attention to stop the music so they could make speeches. Seriously, how much time and effort does it take to walk down one flight of stairs to address us face to face? No coordinator worth his salt would even DREAM of throwing a napkin at the bartender or the caterer ... we certainly weren't going to let him leave that event believing that this is acceptable behaviour. The trombonist gave him a stern talking-to, privately and quietly, and we thought that was the end of it. We played another set, and no sooner had we laid our instruments down for a short pause, a very agitated woman appeared at the railing above and asked why we weren't playing. The bassist responded that we had just played an hour and that we would be back on after a 10 minute break. She sneered, "are we paying you to take breaks?", to which I informed her, "yes, as a matter of fact, you are". And we have a contract to prove it, beyotch. Then, yet another organizer came down and said there was a whole lot of hemming and hawing among the coordinators that the musicians had been rude and that she wanted to know what our side of the story was. The trombonist calmly explained the situation, and the lady apologized for the whole thing, then brought us our dinner and told us to enjoy our food and finish playing the last set when we were ready. So then we REALLY thought it was all over and we could finish doing our job in peace. WELL ... then the previous agitated lady stomped down the stairs and started going off at us about how people like us are the reason that musicians have such a bad reputation and have trouble getting work, and that they were doing us a big favour by giving us this opportunity to get some experience and we were so ungrateful and that she was going to see to it that we would be fired from the following week's engagement that we had also been hired to play at. (she was unsuccessful in that particular pursuit, fyi). I could hardly believe this was actually happening, it all seemed so surreal in my jet-lagged stupor, but it occurred to me just then that she thought we were naive 18-yr-old first-year music students she could just pull her intimidation trip on. Of course it's not ok to treat anybody that way regardless of age or stage in life, but she clearly had no idea who she was dealing with. We had long-since finished our schooling, the trombonist produces a concert series for a venue in town, the bassist has many years of TV studio and pit orchestra experience under his belt, and I had just come back from a European concert tour - and I was tired and cranky to boot!! We finished playing and left without incident, but let's just say several senior officials at this institution received detailed, angry letters the very next day, as did her employer. One of the other band members was really pushing for a formal apology. This we never got, but we did get word that she and her napkin-tossing sidekick were disciplined and re-trained accordingly. That was good enough for me, as my goals were not to get revenge or even an apology, but to (a) make sure these people knew very well that there is a protocol to follow when hiring musicians for an event, just like any other contractor providing a service, and that it must be respected, and (b) to do my damned best to make sure that this NEVER happens to myself or any other musician hired by that organization EVER AGAIN.

Now, don't think I'm one of those self-pitying artists who thinks the world owes me a living just because I have a God-given gift and society should just hand me all the goodies in life on a silver platter. Yes, to be a good musician takes many years of hard work and dedication, and it also does depend on the luck of the draw, having been blessed with good ears and a good sense of rhythm, melody, harmony ... however, I'm not letting musicians off the hook here. Sometimes we perpetuate our own situation and have nobody to blame but ourselves at the end of the day; sure the odds are stacked against us (based on my theory I described previously), but it is up to us to rise above it and command the respect we feel we deserve; because the bottom line is, if we don't respect ourselves, it's a sure bet that nobody else will either. Musicians may have a reputation for being irresponsible drunks, or for being slobs or for showing up late, or simply that we are just doing this on our spare time away from our 'real' jobs, and many members of the public at large react to us based on these pre-conceptions; we have to be actively working to turn this around. Case in point - a colleague of mine arrived at a venue to find out that the organizer had canceled last minute; no warning, no recourse, nothing ... then he was hastily offered a beer in lieu of pay for the gig. My colleague proceeded to explain to him that he had turned down other work for the night, and being a freelance contractor that he was now, as a direct result of this lack of consideration on the organizer's part, out of a job at that moment. He then firmly demanded to be reimbursed for the taxi ride at the very least, which fortunately he was. My friends, do NOT accept beer as payment, especially if that was not what was agreed upon beforehand. I don't care how much you're love to have a nice, cold beer after a hard day - because fact is you CANNOT pay your daughter's med school tuition with a pint of Guinness, you cannot finance your home with a bottle of Molson Ex ... if you want to be treated like a professional, then ACT like one. No other professional would tolerate this kind of cop-out, and neither should you, no matter how much you want that beer. Also, don't play that gig for $30, even though you're dying to play your new tunes for people. Because it just lowers the bar for everyone, and as a result it becomes more and more impossible to negotiate appropriate pay for the quality of the services we provide. At $30/night, let's face it, you're not paying the rent with that so it's not as if you're playing there because you need the money. A better approach would be to invite some people to your jam space for a party or a concert, maybe charge $2 or pass the hat, have them bring their own preferred beverages, and voila!, a modern-day salon, just like the artistic community in France used to do in the 18th century. Everybody wins, and club owners and the public at large are not coming away with the increasingly negatively skewed perception of the true value of live music. Some people will argue that the bars can't afford it and that if we all refuse to play for less than we deserve, the live music scene will die. A compelling argument, but I'm not buying it, at least not for the long term ... I had a Swedish student a little while ago tell me that he was amazed he could go and see a live band here for $5, that it would be at least $35 in his country. Currency exchange rate and other variables aside, this is a very strong statement about the value (or lack thereof) that North American society places on freelance musicians. This needs to change; it will take time, but we have the power to go out there and start getting some respect for ourselves and turn being a freelance musician into a good job.

I'm not going to deny that in most other fields of work, if we were to have attained the level of skill and experience that we have as musicians, we would be a lot more financially secure and would have been promoted a few ranks up the professional heirarchy. However, if we're going to whine and gripe about how in any other profession things would be like this or like that, we also have to understand that in any other profession certain things would be expected of us as well, and we should also be striving to live up to those. Wear proper attire, get to the venue on time, and don't give anybody an excuse to try to pull a fast one on you. You're holding up your end of the deal, now they should be obliged to deliver on theirs. This works even better if you can get it in writing! (I firmly believe that if anybody you're dealing with isn't willing to sign their name to their word, you probably don't want to be doing business with them in the first place). Bar owners/producers/agents etc. must understand that they need you in order to do business successfully; without freelance musicians, there would be no record companies or discotheques or music festivals; wedding ceremonies and corporate events would certainly be orders of magnitude duller ... maybe some people would go to a club or bar anyway, but not nearly as many as if there were a really great band with a solid local following being featured there. You are entering a mutually beneficial arrangement with these organizers, and they need to realize that you and they are working together to help each other become more successful than either of you could have on your own. This is the whole point of doing business with somebody. And in order for them to recognize that they are doing business and not just dropping change in a busker's hat, you have to make sure that they recognize you as a business person. Because as a freelancer, that's what you are, whether you like it or not. (side-note: yes, buskers deserve respect too, but that's another discussion for another time).

As a society we're becoming desensitized to music because it is everywhere - ring-tones, iPods, the speakers at the supermarket, elevators (debatable whether to call it music, but I digress); and now we musicians are competing with XBox/big screen TVs/MSN messenger/you name it to entertain you ... it's amazing that people would rather stay home in their basements and play guitar hero than go out and check out an honest-to-goodness REAL guitar player. It's no coincidence that North Americans are more depressed and anxious than ever before ... I'm just holding out hope that some day we will all wake up and realize that real live music is inherently part of being human; human beings have been singing and banging on things (rocks, drums) since the dawn of existence. All tribal cultures have specific songs and dances for every important rite of passage in life ... there is something so deep and moving that connects us to one another when we're sharing a musical experience, whether we're jumping up and down together at a rock concert, dining at an intimate restaurant to the sweet sounds of a string quartet, dancing salsa on the beach on a hot tropical night ... let's face it, musicians make life worth living! THAT is our job. Doctors save your health, farmers feed you, accountants help you keep afloat ... then we musicians add passion, flare and emotion to all that. That is what we do. And just like any other professional who strives to make life better for themselves and everyone they deal with, we deserve to be respected for it.

Monday, September 1, 2008

My Hockey Song!

Update:

The CBC Hockey Anthem Challenge is long past over, (big congrats to Colin Oberst from Beaumont, Alberta!!) but I've decided to leave my submission up here in case one of you really likes it and wants to hire me to write a spot for your sports program ;)


http://anthemchallenge.cbc...ca/mediadetail/326710