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Jazz Criticism: Its Development and
Ideologies
John Gennari
II
Ours is a century in which percussion and polyrhythm are fundamental to
its identity; in which the machinery of the age and the activities of the people
parallel the multilinear densities and rhythms of the very rain forest that
could easily have been the inspiration for Africa's drum choirs, with their
broad sense of sound and their involvement with perpetual rhythmic motion.
The celebratory rhythm of swing became a new kind of lyricism, a feeling
462 John Gennari
that gave the drums a fundamental position in an art music that didn't
disavow dance, a role in which set and improvised syncopation took on a
fresh fluency. The result was that Negro Americans put the Western world
on two and four, asserting~a conception of time that created an uproar when
Stravinsky emulated the accents of a ragtime band in his Rite of Spring. As
Wynton Marsalls points out, "Stravinsky turned European music over with a
backbeat. Check it out. What they thought was weird and primitive was just
a Negro beat on the bass drum." (Crouch, "Jazz"82)
music, as "the real jazz." Just as the fascists have tried to foist their
views on the public through the vermin press of Social Justice, The
Broom, and X-Ray, so have the FAigsyapped their heads off in the Jazz
Record, Jazz Session, and Record Changer. Just as the Gerald L. K.
Smiths regardAmerica as a privateclub to which refugees and members
of various races cannot be admitted, so does the right-wingjazz group
limit itself to a clique in which a nineteenth century birth certificate
from New Orleans is almost the only admission ticket, while all the
young, aspiring musicians of today are barred and branded as 'riff
musicians" or jump and jive men. (qtd. in Leonard 140)
Generally these critics were less concerned with elaborating
systematic aesthetic theories than with initiating a discussion
about Basie's new Decca sides, say, or sparking a debate about
the comparative virtues of Jelly Roll Morton's Hot Peppers and
the New Orleans Rhythm Kings. Their metier was not readily
distinguishable from that of the group commonly called promot-
ers, and often the tone and pitch of their appeals smacked of
some of the vulgar hucksterism associated with the latter group.
Operating at the center of a nexus of exchange among critics,
record producers, and radio and newspaper managers, they were
not notable contributors to the tradition (or myth) of journalistic
objectivity.6 John Hammond's facile transitions from the role of
record producer to that of record reviewer (often for the same
record) are well-known. But it is not unreasonable to assume
that anyone trying to make a living as a jazz critic in the 1930s-
even a young man from a well-heeled family-would have had a
hard time not looking for the most remunerative possibilities
available in the practice of his craft. Record-company payola or
liner-note commissions might have been seen as a necessary and
wholly ethical supplement to a modest Down Beat contributor's
take; certainly there was little money to be made writing about
jazz for top-drawer general-circulation magazines, and virtually
no support available from universities and foundations.
Of course, if critics of the period generally favored record re-
views over more extended discursive forms because of remunera-
tive arrangements with record companies, the effects of this
arrangement on the development of jazz criticism should be eval-
uated frankly. A jazz writer up to his chin in fresh 78s, and
needing for his economic well-being to snap off a few choice
phrases about as many of them as possible, is not likely to
produce a scholarly treatise on jazz aesthetics, or even an ex-
tended "think piece," any time in the immediate future. Further,
a jazz writer whose livelihood was contingent on the economic
well-being of a small jazz magazine ar-d a couple of financially
shaky jazz record labels might not be especially inclined to write
about such issues as, say, the economic exploitation of black
476 John Gennari
jazz musicians. All of the potential sources of income for jazz
critics were part of a political economy that inevitably imposed
limits on the range of acceptable discourse in matters of race.
However gamely Hammond and others challenged these limits
with their progressive civil rights positions, it would still not have
been possible, for example, for a 1930s version of Archie Shepp
to penetrate the white-controlled media, much less get a fair
hearing. As it was, radical black intellectuals such as W. E. B.
Du Bois and Paul Robeson had all they could do to maintain
their citizenship.
Welburn fails to show how these writers, in his words, "forced
the discussion of the role of criticism for jazz," unless he means
the discussion they had among themselves. He gives no evidence
of these writers' achieving visibility or status within American or
European intellectual circles beyond their own, nor does he
prove that these writers developed modes of aesthetic analysis
unique to the jazz idiom. But if these writers did not win for jazz
the kind of cultural prestige that was enjoyed by the other mod-
ernist arts, in no small part this is because they were themselves
as marginalized from the mainstream as the music. They did,
however, establish a lively dialogue about this young art form,
and this was at least a start.
III
doing? How does it compare with the best works in the field?
Following such a method, Wilfiams hoped, would help jazz criticism
achieve at least some of the distinction of the top-level literary
criticism that was being produced in the United States (1 1).
By the late 1940s the American university had fully absorbed
the ideas of Matthew Arnold, along with the New Critical doc-
trines forged in England in the '20s by I. A. Richards, F. R.
Leavis, and T. S. Eliot, and elaborated in the United States in the
1930s by Allen Tate, John Crowe Ransom, Cleanth Brooks, R. P.
Blackimur, and other leading critics. Conceived as a response to
the assault on aesthetic and spiritual values by science, technol-
ogy, and materialism, the New Criticism held that the primary
task of criticism is to elucidate individual works of art. The
artwork-usually, for the New Critics, a poem-was seen as a
self-contained, self-defining, self-sufficient object, and criticism
was the investigation of how the work resolves its formal ten-
sions to achieve structural coherence. By the late '40s univer-
sity-based literary critics, imperially confident of the objective,
timeless, authoritative quality of their evaluations, thought
themselves to be identifying precisely those works of literature
which compelled the serious attention of educated, cultivated
people. F. R. Leavis, for example, told his Harvard students that
a scholarly study of the English novel required the reading of
Austen, Eliot, James, and Conrad but not of Fielding, Thackeray,
Dickens, Joyce, or Woolf (Updike 88).7 If a student had the
audacity to question this reading list, Leavis, armed with the
formidable scholarly ammunition of his Great Tradition treatise,
was prepared to fire off as many rounds of Leavisite literary
principle as it would take to quiet the recalcitrant brat.
Whether Williams aspired to this level of high seriousness is
doubtful, but he did want jazz criticism to raise its intellectual
standards and procedures. In jazz circles, though a consensus
might have developed around the idea that Armstrong's Hot
Fives were better than his Hot Sevens, the only tangible evidence
of this consensus might have been a file of scattered Down Beat
clippings and Columbia liner notes. The limited development of
the jazz critical infrastructure at this time was such that the
single most penetrating analysis ever produced of a particular
artist or record could conceivably have perished, before seeing
the light of publication, in the very moment of its expression in
some New York or Chicago tavern. The virtual nonexistence of
"jazz studies," not only as an educational curriculum but as a
concept, made it next to impossible to discern intellectual au-
thority in the expression of jazz opinion. To be sure, some opin-
478 John Gennart
ions carried more weight than others, but the basis of such
critical weight had as much to do with force of personality as
with force of reason. Jazz critics knew who they liked, and per-
haps why, but they did not spell out the specific criteria to be
used in evaluating and interpreting the music.
The 1950s was a crucial decade for jazz, and not only because
the music itself was in the process of assimilating and trans-
forming the momentous aesthetic advances of bebop; not only
because the cool, Third Stream, and free experiments were tak-
ing jazz to places it had never been before. Increased visibility
and status of a certain kind were represented by expanded and
more diverse audiences, the advent of the Newport Jazz Festival,
college concert bookings, and exemplary recording and packag-
ing of the music by labels such as Blue Note, Riverside, and
Prestige. To understand how this came to be, one must look
closely at the changing cultural landscape in the United States
and consider jazz's position within it.
Giddy with the euphoria of post-World War II affluence, nour-
ishing an addiction to Cold War cultural muscle flexing, the
1950s establishment-the government, as well as private inter-
ests ranging from the Rockefeller Foundation to the Schaeffer
Brewing Company-for the first time in American history was
showing real interest in both the quality and the dissemination
of the arts, particularly the performing arts. Not surprisingly, a
disproportionate share of the material resources underwriting
this new interest were directed toward the kind of safe, tradi-
tional, overwhelmingly bourgeois European and straw-hat Amer-
ican tastes that predominated in the professional middle-class,
Organizational-Man cohort. Music, dance, and theater enter-
prises that were proliferating in all parts of the country targeted
their programming at the eponymous man-in-the-grey-flannel-
suit (or, more likely, his wife); indeed, most of the programming
would not have stretched the cultural horizons of President Ei-
senhower himself. But there was political capital available, as
well, in the more complex arts of Abstract Expressionist painting
and jazz.8 "United States Has Secret Atomic Weapon-Jazz," a
1955 New York Times headline announced, with its subhead
adding, "Europe Falls Captive as Crowds Riot to Hear Dixieland"
(qtd. in Levine, "Jazz" 17). Dizzy Gillespie took on the role of
ambassador-at-large for jazz and American culture in State De-
partment-sponsored tours of Asia, the Middle East, and Africa.
But even as jazz was being used as a diplomatic tool abroad, in
the United States the cultural authority of European music was
becoming more firmly entrenched. The refugee conductors
Jazz Criticisrr Its Development and Ideologies 479
Arturo Toscanini, Serge Koussevitsky, Otto Kiemperer, George
Szell, and Bruno Walter had by now established firm control of
the major American symphony orchestras and were enthusiasti-
cally introducing American audiences to the modernist works of
Stravinsky, Bartok, and Mahler (Diggins 221). The American
composers-notably Aaron Copland and Virgil Thomson-who
had made late teens' pilgrimages to the Paris alter of Nadia
Boulanger had by now gained full entry into the American classi-
cal music establishment. Leonard Bernstein was beginning to
emerge as a singular American artist and entrepreneur, spend-
ing summers serving his mentor Koussevitsky's legacy by treat-
ing Tanglewood audiences to bold interpretations of Mahler and
winters succoring the same audiences-now back in New York-
with scores for very successful Broadway shows.9
The new Lenox School of Jazz at Music Inn in the Berkshires of
western Massachusetts, just down the road from Tanglewood,
summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra and a leading
center of classical music education, emerged as the first effort at
establishing an academic basis for the study of jazz performance,
theory, and history. As the site of the formation of The Modern Jazz
Quartet; the inception of the Schuller-led Third Stream movement;
concerts by established artists like Sonny Rollins and emerging
ones like Omnette Coleman; lectures and reportage by Williams,
Steams, and others, the Lenox School of Jazz, along with the com-
mercial success of the Newport Jazz Festival, seemed to augur a
brightening future for jazz in terms of institutional formation and
audience development. With rock 'n' roll fast securing its niche as
the music of adolescent rebellion, jazz-which had so ably filled
that role in the '20s and '30s -was now becoming respectable, even
fashionable, among educated, professional elites. Contributing to
this process of bourgeoisification was the European orientation
of the Third Stream, the new fusion of classical music and jazz
forged by The Modern Jazz Quartet, Gunther Schuller, and oth-
ers, as well as the ersatz symphonic effects and melodic romanti-
cism of many "cool" jazz productions. Notwithstanding Schuller
and Hodeir, themselves composers in the Third Stream move-
ment, many notable jazz critics of the period gave Third Stream
and cool jazz lukewarm receptions, arguing that what jazz gained
from these subgenres in cultural respectability it lost in the
cultivation of its own fully legitimate aesthetic. Regardless of how
dismissive some jazz critics may have been of the Third Stream
and cool in the late '50s, however, all jazz critics benefitted from
-the larger, economically and culturally more powerful audiences
these subgenres secured for jazz.
480 John Gennari
Between 1955 and 1963 the jazz bibliography expanded to
include Hear Me Talkin' to Ya The Story of Jazz as Told by the
Men Who Made It (1955), a compilation by Nat Shapiro and Nat
Hentoff of richly evocative remembrances culled from the jazz
press; Marshall Stearns's The Story of Jazz (1956), a witty,
smooth-reading account, drawing on the research of ethnomusi-
cologists, as well as ample personal familiarity with the New York
scene, of jazz's evolution from West African, Caribbean, Euro-
pean, and native sources into the cosmopolitan complexities of
bebop; Andre Hodeir's Jazz: Its Evolution and Essence (1956), the
first serious formalist study of jazz (which I'll discuss further in a
moment); Francis Newton's The Jazz Scene (1959), an astute
analysis of the social underpinnings of jazz which, in arguing
that "no bar of coloured jazz has ever made sense to those who
do not understand the Negro's reaction to oppression," foreshad-
owed the arguments (considered at length later in this essay) of
Amiri Baraka's highly influential 1963 book Blues People; Nat
Hentoffs MTeJazz Life (1961), a collection of Hentoffs essays
from Harper's, Esquire, Dissent, and Down Beat, whose higher-
journalism sensibility and enlightened perspective on social and
cultural matters raised the quality of the jazz discourse several
notches; Whitney Balliett's The Sound of Surprise (1959), the first
collection of his beautifully written New Yorker pieces; Martin
Williams's Jazz Panorama (1962), which includes Gunther
Schuller's famous piece on Sonny Rollins's Blue Seven and a Nat
Hentoff interview with Miles Davis that is one of the most incisive
statements ever made about jazzlO; and Williams's King Oliver
(1960), Jelly Roll Morton (1962), and the essays from the Ever-
green Review, Saturday Review, and Down Beat-later collected
in The Jazz Tradition (1970)-in which Williams explored key
artists' complete oeuvres and the entire jazz tradition for ideas
about how jazz has evolved as an individual and collective en-
deavor.
Clearly jazz writing had taken a giant step beyond the "hot,
gassy prose, provincialism, inaccuracy, and condescension"
Whitney Balliett described as constituting jazz's unimpressive
critical tradition to that time (Sound 14). The music was begin-
ning to achieve the kind of serious critical recognition that it had
long suffered for, and the criticism began better serving readers
who were looking for intelligent musicological analysis as well as
insight into jazz's connection withi broader intellectual and politi-
cal currents. This flowering of serious thought and commentary
on jazz was a stanching of the wounds that had been inflicted on
jazz in its long history of degradation and marginalization, and it
Jazz Criticismr Its Development and Ideologies 481
IV
In his provocative Blues People: Negro Music in White America
(1963), Arniri Baraka (then LeRoi Jones) drew a map of African-
American culture, with blues music-loosely defined by Baraka
to incorporate all of the musical expressions of the black Ameri-
can "folk" community-firmly anchored in the center, and ave-
nues radiating out from that center into other areas of Amaerican
486 John Gennari
life. The outlying areas were identified with signs reading 'Tin
Pan Alley," "Broadway," "Hollywood," and "Carnegie Hall." The
commerce between the center and the periphery was brisk, with
most of the traffic moving from the periphery to the center and
back, parking in the center just long enough to slake its thirst
for sensual pleasure, and to conduct transactions designed to
maintain or increase a trade balance favorable to the periphery.
The center struggled to hold on to its own wealth-a community
treasure chest full of ancestral memories, spirits, languages, ar-
tifacts, and rhythms. It might, in fact, redouble its wealth by
investing in itself, in its not-yet-fully-exploited resources of self-
knowledge, and by seizing the power to shape its own destiny.
But the more tangible and immediate rewards to be found in the
periphery-contracts with record companies positioned in the
lucrative crossover market, the seductive trappings of a bour-
geois lifestyle-were luring the center right out of itself. The
center, in its vulnerable state of diminished self-awareness,
might not hold much longer; might, in fact, cease to see itself as
the center.
The map itself was not new. A similar geography could be in-
ferred from John Hammond's "Spirituals to Swing" concert in the
1930s, in which Hammond, the preeminent jazz critic and im-
presario of the day, unearthed the roots of contemporary urban hot
rhythm, blue tonality, and performer-audience synergy in the rural
crossroads, cotton fields, and downhome churches of the South. 15
But what was for the Vanderbilt scion Hammond a tribute to
America's purest artistic expression (and to his own excellent
taste) was for the proud race man Baraka a birthright, a touch-
stone of self-definition and ethnic solidarity. While white musi-
cians, critics, and entertainment industry workers parlayed their
appreciation of black culture into profit and pleasure, the true
carriers and rightful owners of that culture-Baraka's "blues
people"-struggled to keep it alive in their own communities. The
"modernization" process that inevitably followed the blues
people's migration to northern and western cities had "overex-
posed" them, in Baraka's view, to the "debilitating qualities of
popular expression" in mid-century American culture (i.e., white
dance bands in the 1930s and '40s, "cool" jazz crossover and
white rock 'n' roll in the '50s). Against this onslaught of white-
washing commercialization, Baraka called for an intensified
focus on the folk sources of black music, such as the funky
dance orientation and galvanizing screams of James Brown, and
a commitment to the searching artistic and spiritual quests of
the post-bop, free-jazz pioneers, particularly John Coltrane. 16
Jazz CriticisrwIts Development and Ideologies 487
At the time Baraka was formulating his ideas for Blues People,
he was moving in Greenwich, Village avant-garde bohemian cir-
cles, tapping into a rich mine of experiences that his Newark
upbringing and Howard University education might not have
augured. In the late 1950s Baraka had aligned himself with
Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and the Beat movement. Though
he may have found some of himself in James Baldwin's Notes of
a Native Son, Baraka apparently recognized more of his own
sensibility and literary aspirations in Ginsberg's "Howl." The
Beats, of course, had strong connections with the late '40s-early
'50s jazz world that Baraka, as an adolescent, had already ex-
plored. The spontaneous creativity of Beat stream-of-conscious-
ness writing had undeniable parallels with jazz improvisation, if
not with jazz Improvisation's reliance on discipline; Jack
Kerouac's writing has been described as bop prosody. One of the
key inspirations of the Beat lifestyle was the parodic, anti-bour-
geois stance of the young black boppers. 17
Baraka's allegiance to the Beats' aesthetic in the late '50s and
early '60s was unwavering. His poems and essays were distin-
guished by brash, highly personalized voicings and fresh, funky
cadences, while his efforts as a small-magazine publisher re-
flected and extended the Beat commitment to the building of
alternative media. But as the '60s came into their own, and the
integrationist Civil Rights movement lost much of its appeal to
those pining for an uncompromising assertion of black power,
Baraka began to find the Village and the Beat movement un-
equal to his burgeoning aspirations. A flurry of writing, painting,
sculpting, acting, and dancing by black artists inspired by the
political climate-the most fertile artistic period in the black
community since the Harlem Renaissance-only served to rein-
force Baraka's dissatisfaction with the Beats, who turned out to
be lazily indifferent to the black (or any other) social struggle.
And in a highly charged atmosphere in which the personal and
the political were tightly intertwined, Baraka's quickening desire
for black solidarity necessitated a (highly publicized) move out of
the white-dominated, bohemian Village and into the Malcolm
X-inspired Harlem streets.
In his Autobiography, Baraka has written with deep visceral
power about free jazz's exhilarating effect on him during this
period:
Albert [Aylerl, we found out quickly, could play his ass off. He had a
sound, alone, unlike anyone else's. It tore through you, broad, Jagged
like something out of nature. Some critics said his sound was primitive.
Shit, it was before that! It was a big massive sound and wail. The crying,
488 John Gennari
shouting moan of black spirituals and God music. Pharaoh ISanders]
was so beautiful and he had a wildness to him too, a heavy force like the
world could be reopened, but Albert was mad. His playing was like some
primordial frenzy that the world secretly used for energy. Yeh, the
Music. Feeling all that, it touching us and us touching it, gave us that
strength, that kind of irrevocability we felt. Like the thunder or the
lightning or the ocean storming and mounting, crushing whatever was
in its path. (194-95)
During this period Baraka was a regular contributor to Down
Beat, where his enthusiasm for the "new thing" was the minority
position. In 1961 and 1962 the magazine became the center of a
heated sectarian dispute-reminiscent of the cleavages of opin-
ion that formed around bebop in the '40s-on the question of
whether the new music should even be considered jazz. The use
of the term anti-Jazz to describe Coleman's and Coltrane's music,
and the continued expression of disdain for the "fanaticism" of
Charlie Parker and the bebop generation, sparked a fire that
raged for several years. 18
Though not a participant in the Down Beat wars, the British
poet and jazz critic Philip Larkin has written a stunning "anti-
jazz" diatribe that captures the feelings of many of the critics
who saw jazz on a steep decline since the '40s:
[Charlie Parker's] tone, though much better than that of some of his
successors, was thin and sometimes shrill. The impression of mental
hallucination he conveyed could also be derived from the pianist Bud
Powell, who cultivated the same kind of manic virtuosity and could
sometimes be stopped only by the flashing of a light in his eyes. Gilles-
pie, on the other hand, was a more familiar type, the trumpeter-leader
and entertainer, but I didn't relish his addiction to things Latin-Ameri-
can and I found his sense of humor rudimentary. Thelonious Monk
seemed a not-very-successful comic, as his funny hats proclaimed: his
faux-naif elephant-dance piano style, with its gawky intervals and ab-
sence of swing, was made doubly tedious by his limited repertoire. With
Miles Davis and John Coltrane a new inhumanity emerged. Davis had
several manners: the dead muzzled slow stuff, the sour yelping fast
stuff, and the sonorous theatrical arranged stuff, and I disliked them all.
With John Coltrane metallic and passionless nullity gave way to gigantic
exercises In absurdity, great boring excursions on not-especially-attrac-
tive themes during which all possible changes were rung, extended
investigations of oriental tedium, long-winded and portentous demon-
strations of religiosity. It was with Coltrane, too, that jazz started to be
ugly on purpose: his nasty tone would become more and more exacer-
bated until he was fairly screeching at you like a pair of demonically-
possessed bagpipes. After Coltrane, of course, all was chaos, hatred and
absurdity, and one was almost relieved that severance with jazz had
become so complete and obvious. (20-2C1)
In light of the deep polemical strain of Baraka's writing (col-
lected in Black Music) from the mid-'60s on, his jazz writing in
the early '60s now seems rather understated, especially when
Jazz Criticisnr Its Development and Ideologies 489
compared to the work in that period of several white writers-no-
tably Frank Kofsky and Ralph Gleason-who shared Baraka's
ideological disposition. Kofsky's broadsides against writers he
considered reactionary, his disgust with the establishment's hy-
pocrisy in neglecting the music at home while using it as a Cold
War weapon abroad, and his effort to connect the new music
with black nationalism were all delivered in a disputatious spirit
more explicit than the one evident in Baraka's writing during the
period. Also, Baraka had yet to assimilate fully the Marxist doc-
trines that would later become so central to his thinking, and his
critique of the political economy of jazz-the control of its means
of production by a capitalist class perpetuating its own power at
the expense of the music's well-being-was less fully developed
than it was in the work of Kofsky and Francis Newton (the name
under which the eminent British Marxist historian Eric
Hobsbawm writes jazz criticism). But Baraka was no shrinking
violet, and his oppositional stance was more than amply evident
in a piece he wrote in 1963 diagnosing the problem of the white
critic in relation to jazz:
... a hopeless flaw in a great deal of the writing about jazz that has
been done over the years is that in most cases the writers, the jazz
critics, have been anything but intellectuals (in the most complete sense
of that word). Most jazz critics began as hobbyists or boyishly brash
members of the American petit bourgeoisie, whose only claim to under-
standing about the music was that they knew it was diferent; or else
they had once been brave enough to make a trip into a Negro slum to
hear their favorite instrumentalist defame Western musical tradition.
Most jazz critics were (and are) not only white middle-class Americans,
but middle-brows as well. The irony here is that because the majority of
jazz critics are white middle-brows, most jazz criticism tends to enforce
white middle-brow standards of excellence as criteria for performance of
a music that in its most profound manifestations is completely antitheti-
cal to such standards; in fact, quite often is in direct reaction against
them. (BlackMusic 15-16)
When black poet and critic A. B. Spellman asked, "What does
anti-jazz mean and who are these ofays who've appointed them-
selves guardians of last year's blues" (qtd. in Baraka, Black
Music 18), he underlined what was for Baraka the most damning
fault of the white critics who were dismissing the "new thing"-
their failure to recognize that free Jazz, like bebop, was "the exact
registration of the social and cultural thinking of a whole genera-
tion of black Americans." And this was part of a larger failure to
recognize that "the blues and jazz aesthetic, to be fully under-
stood, must be seen in as nearly its complete human context as
possible" (Black Music 16). Blues People was Baraka's effort to
elaborate that "complete human context."
490 John Gennari
Blues People advances several overlapping arguments. One is
that the roots of blues and jazz, as well as the meaning of the
music, lie in the social and political struggles of black Americans
to escape slavery and oppression; that "blues could not exist if
the African captives had not become American captives" (17). A
second is that the black struggle for cultural self-awareness is
threatened by the pervasive power of white-controlled cultural
institutions. Yet a third is that black solidarity is undermined
not only by the class aspirations of the black bourgeoisie, but
also by the tendency of some black creative artists to remove
themselves from the black American social struggle. That these
themes remain highly pertinent to today's debates is ringing
testimony to the seminal quality of this book, but that we are no
closer to resolving the conflicts articulated in Blues People than
Baraka himself was in 1963 underscores the importance of
grasping the book's shortcomings.
Ralph Ellison's famous critique of Blues People is best known
for its classic signifyin' parry: "The tremendous burden of sociol-
ogy which Jones would place upon this music is enough to give
even the blues the blues" (249-50). But Ellison's review proposed
its own sociology of black music, one which incisively underscored
the pessimism inherent in Baraka's argument. If Baraka was cor-
rect in his assertion that black culture had been denuded of its
authenticity-stripped of its essential properties-by its com-
modification in the American entertainment industry, then the
"blues people" of twentieth-century urban America were trapped in
a defensive, reactive posture, fatally consigned to having their cul-
tural expression predetermined by forces beyond their control. In
that case, Bessie Smith's blues and Charlie Parker's bop-which,
after all, though less extensively involved in the commodification
process than, say, Motown soul, were nevertheless produced and
distributed under the aegis of American capitalism-would have
to be recognized not as unadulterated, authentic African-Ameri-
can creativity, not as expressions of a discrete black aesthetic,
but as manifestations of a debased American culture.
As the title Blues People: Negro Music in White America implies,
Baraka in this book defines black music by its relationship to
white culture. The creative impulse in black music, Baraka ar-
gues, has always been one of resistance: The meaning of the
music is to be found in its origins in an oppressed social class
and in its history of challenging European and white American
musical conventions. In the case of jazz, which by the 1930s had
become commercially successful as a popular music and had
also begun to receive at least some recognition of artistic import-
Jazz Criticism: Its Development and Ideologies 491
class whites," with the result that "the whole history of early
black entertainment has been gentrified to a considerable extent"
("Face" 33, 38). The history of jazz has been badly distorted,
Collier argues, because left-leaning white jazz writers ideologi-
cally committed to racial equality have willfully falsified the
backgrounds of black jazz musicians to make them appear more
palatable to white bourgeois tastes. Black entertainers have been
more than happy to contribute to this falsification, Collier adds,
because they have been "somewhat embarrassed, or even
ashamed, at having come from ghetto backgrounds, and tend
therefore to 'gentrify' their own pasts. They increase the amount
of schooling they had and sometimes acquire college degrees;
they upgrade their parents' jobs, and in general give a picture of
their home lives that was closer to the middle-class model than it
had been" ("Face" 38).
Collier is correct that blacks have not been middle-class whites
camouflaged in colored skin, and he is just in his denunciation
of white writers who assume this to be the case. No writer is
more worthy of this denunciation, however, than Collier himself.
No writer has strained remotely as hard as Collier to argue that
blacks have aspired to emulate middle-class white norms and
tastes. Why would Collier make so much of black musicians'
"gentrified" self-descriptions if he didn't assume that the things
he accuses the musicians of lying about (college degrees, two-
parent households) were, in fact, the proper criteria for defining
a dignified American life? If a white, middle-class jazz writer
sincerely wishes to avoid imposing his own value system on his
black subjects, his job is not to find out if the musician will lie
about his formal education, but to examine how that musician
has educated himself to be an artist. The salient fact about
Charlie Parker's education is not that he dropped out of high
school, but that he spent countless hours studying Lester
Young's solos and cultivating his own technique. Compared to
his apprenticeship with Parker, Miles Davis's stint at Juilliard
was of minimal significance to his musical education. Ornette
Coleman's singular talent-about which Collier writes (". . . it
seems clear enough that something, somehow, was interfering
with Coleman's understanding of some basic musical principles.
Long after he had become a major figure in jazz he still did not
know how to read or write music correctly. We can also deduce,
from the way he was composing, that he did not really under-
stand music theory, even to the modest degree that many im-
provising musicians know it" [Making 4631)-is best understood
as a musical language unto itself, invented only because Cole-
Jazz CriticismrIts Development and Ideologies 501
man had the audacity and the vision to resist a conventional
musical education that might hiave dulled his ever-sharp cutting
edge.
No writer, except perhaps Baraka, has been quite so obsessed
as Collier with jazz musicians' economic status. When Collier
challenges Sidney Finkelstein's claim that jazz was "a people's
music and it was a ghetto music" ("Face" 34), his argument is
not that jazz is art and therefore should be judged on aesthetic
rather than on social grounds (which one might expect of some-
one so professedly anti-Marxist); his argument is that in 1948,
when Finkelstein was writing, "Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong,
Fats Waller, and Count Basie were growing rich and famous
playing the music, and dozens of others (such as Billie Holiday,
Art Tatum, Roy Eldridge, and Dizzy Gillespie) were buying Cadil-
lacs and furs from the proceeds of their music" ("Face" 35). If
Collier has such a problem with white jazz writers' treating their
black subjects "as if the latter were middle-class whites," why
does he constantly invoke examples of black entertainers' in-
comes and conspicuous consumption as proof of their American
success? The economic reductionism of Collier's thinking is
highly ironic in light of his charge that John Hammond and his
fellow jazz critics in the 1930s were tainted by a Marxist bias
that distorted their view of the music.
The capitalist value system is one that Collier knows quite well,
having found several rather cozy niches in the American publish-
ing market.30 Perhaps it is his success in selling books that
accounts for the Chamber-of-Commerce perspective Collier
brings to jazz. The great jazz of the music's early classic period,"
Collier argues, "developed because millions of white Americans
liked it, and would pay money to hear it" (Reception 24). John
Coltrane, as Collier never fails to mention when he discusses the
1960s avant-garde, became a very wealthy man plying the jazz
craft, at the time of his death pulling down a quarter-million a
year. For all Coltrane's apparent nonconformity-the Eastern-in-
fluenced religious mysticism, the raga-like modal tonality, the
forty-five-minute sheets-of-sound solos on top of Elvin Jones's
African polyrhythms-, Collier would have us believe that he
simply was tapping into the hallowed tradition of American en-
trepreneurialism, parlaying an accurate forecast of '60s mass
market taste into a tidy chunk of change.
Granting, axiomatically, that if Armstrong, Ellington, Bechet,
and Morton were to have made any decent money, they would
have to have sought an audience outside of the relatively im-
poverished black community, does it therefore follow that their
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music developed because of white patronage? Does Collier mean
to suggest that, if the more financially lucrative white market
had been unavailable, Armstrong would have shelved his horn
and sought another line of work? That would certainly help us
understand why Collier is so dismissive of free jazzers who (un-
like Coltrane) have not realized financial success, while he is so
embracing of quasi-jazzers, like Benny Goodman, who have
made a fortune.31 In Collier's (as in Baraka's) world view, there
seems to be no room for creativity that is its own best justifica-
tion, for art that defines its own excellence, for a system of
cultural value free of economic considerations.
Collier's sanguine view of the acceptance of jazz in America
ultimately rests on his argument that jazz musicians have been
able to make a good living here. Many indeed have, and many
who have not perhaps have suffered no greater an injustice than
the one that is perpetrated on all serious art by America's busi-
ness civilization. The expatriation of major jazz talent of every
generation and the heavy dependence on foreign sources of in-
come even by jazz musicians who maintain a stateside residence
do not set the jazz economy far apart from that of other modern
arts.32 Today, jazz enjoys considerable cachet among fashion-
able, upwardly mobile urban professionals, enough of whose dis-
posable income has been earmarked for record stores to prompt
major American record companies into a highly profitable spasm
of "classic" Jazz reissues, multi-disc packages of master perform-
ers, and fat-dollar contracts and publicity budgets for young
lions like Wynton Marsalis and Harry Connick, Jr.
But to rest the case for America's reception of jazz on this
evidence is to engage in some very shoddy thinking. When it
becomes possible for American record companies to market
Kenny G. as a jazz musician, it is also possible for them to ignore
David Murray, and to make it necessary for him to turn to Italian
and Japanese companies to record his music.33 When it be-
comes possible for Clint Eastwood to emerge as an authority on
the life and music of Charlie Parker, it is also possible for Holly-
wood not to look for scripts that might treat the jazz life as one of
artistic honor and integrity rather than as one of sociopatho-
logy.34 When it becomes possible for Dizzy Gillespie to receive a
Grammy "LifetimeAchievement" Award, it is also possible for the
people who give him the award to remain unfamiliar with any
particular Gillespie recording. When it becomes possible for
Miles Davis to enjoy full-fledged celebrity status, to see himself
held up as a fashion symbol, it is also possible for a majority of
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VI
For some of the best jazz critics of the last generation, the
marginalization of jazz has been so obvious and overwhelming
that often it is the starting point for their discussion of the
music. The opening paragraph of the introduction Francis Davis
Jazz CritkicsnvIts Development and Ideologies 505
wrote for In the Moment: Jazz in the 1980s (1986), a collection of
his excellent pieces, offers a gopd example:
Things are tough all over in the 1980s, but especially so for jazz, a
music long ago banished to the no man's land between popular culture
and fine art, where it figures to remain so long as its mongrel beginnings
are held against it in high places. It's no longer honorable to exist on the
fringes, which leaves jazz musicians out in the cold, in this decade of
the homeless and Ufestyles of the Rich ard Famous. Although jazz is
strictly poverty row so far as the major record companies are concerned,
accounting for less than 4 percent of all disc and tape sales, certain
nouveaux riches pop stars have decided that it has the potential to
become a fashionable address, and they are pricing the original tenants
out. This unexpected gentrification might be amusing if its visible conse-
quences weren't so alarming: Forget People, forget Rolling Stone, jazz
musicians without corporate-level backing (particularly black jazz musi-
cians) are no longer welcome even on the cover of Down Beat. Not when
Sting and Linda Ronstadt pull in a better demographic. Meanwhile,
what little jazz one hears on the radio has paid too dear a cost to get
there, and not enough alternative concert venues have materialized to
replace the jazz nightclubs that padlocked their doors in the '60s and
'70s. (ix)
The excellent Village Voice Jazz Supplements that Gary Giddins
has put together in recent years -Giddins's "Weather Bird" col-
umn in the Voice vies with Whitney Balliett's New Yorker column
as the leading word in jazz commentary-usually lead off with
editorial statements that strike a note of distinct pathos:
Jazz Styles of the Obscure and Neglected (June 1988): All jazz musicians
are underrated. The greater they are, the more lamentable the neglect.
What musician is more misunderstood by his countrymen than Louis
Armstrong?
Jazz Obsessions (August 28, 1990): We all have personal favorites that
the rest of the world stubbornly ignores. We know we are right and
everyone else is wrong, but that's small comfort when the world goes on
being wrong. Eventually, of course, Bach finds his Mendelssohn. "Moby
Dick" is beached in the classroom, and Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers" ex-
ceeds the national debt. Meanwhile it's scuffle, scuffle, scuffle.
The dolorous tones sounded here do not drown out the trium-
phant ones that stud Giddins's writing; he may feel lonely in his
witness to excellence, but he is not ashamed to convey the plea-
sure that it brings him:
I thought of Armstrong several times during the Rollins concerts of
recent years, chiefly, I suppose, because for me no other living musician
operates on Armstrong's pinnacle. More specifically, I'm reminded of the
flamboyant virtuoso Armstrong became in the '30s, when he seemed to
settle comfortably into the tunes and rhythms of the swing era and yet
transformed them with the sheer stubborn might of his incomparable
sound and a nearly arrogant economy. Armstrong turned transient mel-
odies into steely artifices as timeless and calculated as the playthings in
Yeats's Byzantium. Rollins visits those heights, and like Armstrong,
lessens the terror inherent in such relieved glory with an utter natural-
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ness of expression; he gives the illusion of playing what he's hearing.
His music is human and stylish and warm and intense and lucid and
funny and fecund and, finally, ecstatic and deeply moving. (Riding 127-
28)
The deep feeling of such a statement is vaguely reminiscent of
the devotional quality that Jazz criticism manifested in the '30s
and '40s, but it is based on a far richer critical sensibility.
In the case of Stanley Crouch, who emerged in the '80s as a
critic of deep convictions, a normally censorious voice-singu-
larly so in acerbic commentaries on his principal theme, the
shortcomings of black nationalism as an intellectual and aes-
thetic paradigm-suddenly makes an about face and shades into
hagiography when it turns to the masters of the jazz tradition,
and to the younger players (notably Wynton Marsalis) who
demonstrate solemn fealty to that tradition.
Crouch is out to extend his mentor Albert Murray's insights
into the complexities and deep human significance of the blues
culture, and to argue for jazz's position in the pantheon of not
only American, but also world, civilization. So, for example, when
he went to the Umbria Jazz Festival in Perugia, Italy, in 1983, he
was not content merely to report on the performances of Dizzy
Gillespie, Freddie Hubbard, Jackie McLean, Herbie Hancock's
V.S.O.P. II, George Coleman, and other distinguished jazzmen:
He would use the whole of Italian history, from the Etruscans to
the Red Brigade, as the backdrop for an imaginative depiction of
the evolution of African-American culture, and he would try but-
tressing jazz's claim to world-historical artistic importance by
comparing its aesthetic development with that of Italian art. In
"Body and Soul," Crouch's essay on his Italian journey, the mu-
sical genius of African-American slaves, their ability to breathe
rhythmic life into stiff Protestant hymns, is posited as a cultural
reference point serving the same function as the mastery of per-
spective in early Renaissance painting. The best of the black
preaching tradition is credited with having ascended to the level
of epic poetry on the order of Dante. Louis Armstrong's seminal-
ity-his pioneering ideas about "the relationship between artistic
consciousness and the body," his discovery for jazz of the power
of the individual voice, his fixing of a balance between the func-
tional and the decorative-is likened to Giotto's influence on the
Renaissance. The "sullen gravity, majesty, and defiance" of Char-
lie Parker's saxophone is adduced as evidence, no less compel-
ling than Piero della Francesa's The Flagellation of Christ, that
"only in the transcendence of the difficult can we know the
intricate riches and terrors of the human soul." Photographs of
Jazz CriticisrwIts Development and Ideologies 507
Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Lester Young, Charlie Parker,
Jo Jones, and Thelonious Monk elicit reference to Kenneth
Clarke's description of the men in a Masaccio: "They have the air
of contained vitality and confidence that one often sees in the
founding fathers of a civilization" (Notes 244-65).36
A country which produces Michelangelo will of course grasp
the cultural significance of Louis Armstrong, and will expect jazz
musicians to uphold the high standards of great art, to remain
faithful to their craft, resisting the seductions of the trendy, the
faux-hip, the adolescent. This is a country for Stanley Crouch.
Here, the audiences will boo even the venerable Dizzy Gillespie
off the stage for failing to honor the tradition that he himself
created. Crouch is fond of citing unnamed observers. "In Italy,
we feel if a musician is great, he should be great," an Italian
purportedly says to Crouch, explaining an audience's vocal dis-
appointment with Gillespie's attempt to play funk. "In America, it
may be necessary for Miles Davis or Sonny Rollins to play rock
and roll-or perhaps it is less painful to act young than wise.
Here we feel sad or angry when a great man will abandon wis-
dom for ignorance. The more polite would say innocence. Why
should they travel this far to put on a silly mask?" Here, where
aesthetic quality is "thick in the air," the aspiring musicians
embrace the high demands of art. "The reason cats come over
here and have a good time is that they hear the truth," Crouch
quotes pianist Harold Mabern as saying. "These people want the
best that they can get. They don't let this skin scare them into
some other stuff. They want the real deal" (Notes 247, 255).
For Crouch, the marginalization of jazz in America, a country
that shows its adolescence by making Prince and Michael Jack-
son famous, is a sign of the music's health: True art, almost by
definition, resists popularization. A more serious threat to jazz
than American record company neglect is posed by "jazz musi-
cians so studied in bohemian ways that they wear their hair like
dirty pipe cleaners or step on bandstands looking as though they
just came in from Men's Shelter-and yet have to figure out why
their audience is almost totally white" (Notes 50).37 But jazz is
too rich, too resilient, too majestic-to use one of Crouch's favor-
ite words-to be threatened even by the impieties of dreaded
bohemians:
Music is sometimes a mask or a pair of invisible dancing shoes, some-
times a shield or a wing, sometimes a combination dream and memory
bank. In any of Its definitions, any of its applications, the purpose is to
express the passion, the place, and the sweet, mysterious, or tragic
predicament of the human soul. In our age, this time of marvelous and
monstrous human machinery, of equally marvelous and monstrous
508 John Gennari
human action, African-Americanmusic has said some special things
about how we exist in this inspiringjungle and muck-strewn junk yard.
It has created many masks and many pairs of dancing shoes, a militia
of shields and a full sky of multi-colored wings -a fresh universe held
together with the mortar of dreams and nostalgic or miserable memory.
And jazz, in all its blues-and spiritual-derivedpower-is, with cinema
and modern dance, one of the new arts that will most surely be used to
someday define the quality of our century.38
Crouch, like Martin Williams before him, but with a stronger
proselytizing impulse, is pushing the idea that the high moments
of jazz have been not only crowning aesthetic triumphs, but a
kind of sanctuary of humanistic values against the ravages of
industrial civilization. Unfailingly eloquent, though often tainted
by strained metaphor, Crouch's jazz writing can be a wild oscilla-
tion between jeremiad and jubilee.
Far more even-keeled-not only when compared to Crouch, but
to just about everyone who writes in the English language-is
the eminent Whitney Balliett, the New Yorker's jazz writer since
the 1950s.39 A kind of metronome of understatement, Balliett
exudes the aura of a reposed man of cultivation who has settled
on the subject matter that most easefully feeds his cultivation.
Under the New Yorker banner, which invests Balliett and all of
its writers with the power of presumptive cultural authority, jazz
need not strain to defend its legitimacy, need not flaunt its strug-
gle to overcome traditional Europhile biases, need not document
its role as a political force in various movements for African-
American empowerment. The New Yorker does not need to argue
discretely or explicitly that jazz is on the same level as "Musical
Events," "The Current Cinema," "The Theater," "Dance," or
"Books"; Its Table of Contents implies that the argument has
already been settled. In turn, Whitney Balliett does not need to
harangue his readers about racism, lament America's neglect of
jazz, or evangelize for the music's highbrow aspirations.
Balliett approaches jazz as a novelist: The jazz world is for him
a source of wonderful stories, colorful characters, memorable
impressions. Jazz musicians enrich and inspire his writing not
only with the sound of their instruments-what he has splen-
didly described as "the sound of surprise"-but with their idio-
syncratic approaches to life's everyday problems and
possibilities. It is to Balliett's eternal credit not to have suc-
cumbed to the common tendency to treat the jazz life as a study
in deviant, antisocial, or nonconformist behavior, and yet to re-
main alive to his subjects' fascinating creativity in the crafting of
their lives.
Jazz CrttictsrwIts Development and Ideologies 509
In a recent profile of Dizzy Gillespie, Balliett wrote of the
trumpeter's "hurrying silver tone, the sly, jumping attack, the
epigrammatic melodic fills, the rhythmic bobbing and weaving,"
his fondness for "filling a note to bursting and letting it float
smartly away," his use of a mute that sounds "as if he were
humming in the next room" ("Dizzy" 48). Fully a quarter of the
article is a transcription of Gillespie's conversation over dinner at
a venerable Manhattan French restaurant, ranging from Charlie
Parker to improvisation to a racist snubbing at the hands of a
white barber in his hometown of Cheraw, South Carolina.
Balliett sets the scene by describing Gillespie devouring haute
cuisine frogs' legs with the same relish he brings to a basket of
roadstand fried chicken. A whimsical coda at the article's end
shows a reproduction of a drawing Gillespie executed on a ma-
nila folder during the dinner, and tells us that, when Gillespie
was asked for an explanation of the seemingly aimless, abstract
doodle a week later, he said it looked to him like "three seals on
a sled."
We learn no new technical information about Gillespie's art-
istry, but we can not deny that Balliett has successfully and
entertainingly illuminated his subject, and not with hype, titilla-
tion, or condescension, but simply with good writing. If musical
analysis often seems secondary to Balliett's interest in jazz
musicians' domestic lives -his tendency to shift from musicians'
performing styles to their handiness around the kitchen (who
would have thought that Pee Wee Russell makes a fine meat
sauce?)-, his gift for teasing dialogue out of his subjects has
given his readers subtle insight into the jazz culture.
That culture, however, is so polygenous, so fraught (as Crouch
suggests) with the spirit of mask-trading metamorphosis, that
Balliett, for all of his virtuosity, can not exhaust its capacity for
meaning. In the Gillespie profile, Balliett says: "No one talks like
Gillespie. His voice is potatoey, burred, edgeless. His consonants
and vowels are indistinguishable, a gumbo. His laughter barks"
(49). This is good writing; it is simple, yet specific enough to
define its subject, colorful enough to endure in a reader's mem-
ory. But try now to imagine this gumbo of a voice in the telling of
the barbershop anecdote:
Almost everybody is nice to me in Cheraw. They had a Dizzy Gillespie
day there a while back and the ex-mayor gave a cocktail party for me,
and I asked him if it would be all right for me to bring my cousin and I
went uptown to a colored barbershop. Full, and people waiting. We went
to the other colored shop in town, and it was the same. I told my cousin
to take me to a white barbershop. The owner was alone, sitting in a
barber chair and reading the paper. 'What can I do for you?" he said. I
510 John Gennart
said I wanted a haircut, and he said, 'Sorny. We don't cut colored hair."
Then he said, 'I know you," and he started talking about my family and
such, but I walked out. Later, I got a letter from Cheraw asking me if I
would mind if they put up a sign on the outskirts saying Dizzy Gillespie
was born there. I said I would mind-it would embarrass me if someone
I knew came through and wanted a haircut and couldn't get it. But later
I relented. (51)
What has happened to the Dizzy Gillespie who was one of the
progenitors of bop talk, one of the seminal creators of the lexicon
and syntax of '40s hipsters and '50s Beats? What has happened
to that inventive voice-"Say sumpn" hip, Daddy-o!"-urging oth-
ers to verbal artistry?
It would be presumptuous to claim that Gillespie can not or
does not speak in the language of this quoted passage, and it
would be condescending to suggest that this particular tone is
inappropriate for the message he conveys. Gillespie, master ra-
conteur and proud black man, speaks in any way he pleases.
But what seems suspicious is that all of the Gillespie dialogue in
this piece, and most of the Jazz voices heard in Balliett's pieces
through the years, sounds like ... well, rather like Balliett him-
self, or like the high-placed, anonymous sources in Elizabeth
Drew's "Letters from Washington," or the "friends"whose letters
make it into "Talk of the Town" columns. It does not sound very
much like the voices one hears when jazz musicians rap between
sets or after a gig is up. The speech Dizzy Gillespie used with
Whitney Balliett in an elegant French restaurant in 1990 was
doubtless different from the speech he used with his band in
buses traveling across the United States in the 1950s, or the
speech he uses even today with his friend and fellow jazz comic
James Moody. But by representing the Gillespie who asks the
ex-mayor of his hometown "ifit would be all right for me to bring
my cousin" to a cocktail party in his honor, rather than the
Gillespie who might have lit that party up playing the dozens
with his homeboys, Balliett fails to challenge his readers to rec-
ognize how different, how distinctive, how black, the jazz culture
truly iS.40
Indeed, it is jazz's articulation of an ever-changing, multi-lay-
ered, and infinitely wondrous African-American aesthetic which
ensures that no jazz critic has the final word. In the hands of
Balliett, Crouch, Murray, Dodge, Giddins, Hentoff, Williams,
Hodeir, Schuller, and Baraka, criticism has closed the gap as it
has sought to catch up with the cutting edge of the music. But
the race is still very much on. One hopes that it never ends.
Jazz Crttckism Its Development and Ideologies 511
Notes
'The scat line Is from Louis Armstrong's Heeble Jeebles. For an excellent
discussion of scat singing and scat talk and their ritualistic and aesthetic
functions in jazz culture, see Leonard 91-95.
2Jazz criticism grows in maturity the more perspectives it nurtures. Of all
the perspectives discussed in this paper, one is conspicuously absent-that
of the female. Historically, the male domination of the bandstand has been
matched by similarly unequal gender representation in the ranks of the
critics. Few male critics, moreover, have shown the interest or the aptitude
to analyze the highly charged sexual dynamics of jazz performance and the
jazz life. Perhaps the palpable sexual tension at the center of jazz has been
thought too obvious to warrant discussion. More likely, the negotiations of
gender and racial identity that have been conducted in the jazz world have
been of such subtlety and complexity that it is only now, after a generation
of absorbing, refining, and reformulating the feminist movement, the black
studies movement, and the potent intersection of the two, that critics finally
have the intellectual equipment it will take to understand and discuss these
issues satisfactorily.
3A debate about which periodical was the first dedicated solely to jazz
hinges more on the definition ofjazz-whether the term encompasses blues,
boogie-woogie, and other styles-than on publications' actual start-up dates.
While some have claimed Jazz Hot as the first jazz magazine, Morroe Berger
has advanced a claim for the Swedish magazine Orkester Joumalen (1:
322-35).
4The story is told in Albertson 139-45. Van Vechten invited Smith to his
apartment to perform for his guests, including George Gershwin and Adele
Astaire. She 'was met at the door to Van Vechten's apartment by an assort-
ment of white faces wearing perfumed smiles and stares that blended outer
warmth with cautious curiosity. Some of the guests undoubtedly shared
their host's admiration for Bessie's artistry, but she could hardly have failed
to realize that she was being regarded more as a novelty than as a human
being or even a performer." Smith sang a few numbers, compensated herself
handsomely at Van Vechten's liquor cabinet, and headed for the door. Before
she could escape, however, the hostess Fania Marinoff Van Vechten em-
braced her and said, "Miss Smith, you're not leaving without kissing me
goodbye." "Get the fuck away from me," Smith shouted, pushing Fania
Van Vechten away from her so hard she fell to the floor. "I ain't never heard
of such shit!"
5My discussion here has been heavily influenced by Leonard's Jazz.
6This is characteristic of the jazz press right down to our own day, and
often has been noted as an especially troublesome feature of jazz criticism.
For two quite different, but each in its own way rather self-serving, discus-
sions of this problem, see Kofsky 69-99 and Keepnews 219-38.
7For a discussion of the New Criticism's influences on the American uni-
versity, see Culler; Eagleton.
8For a discussion of the ideological uses of Abstract Expressionism, see
Guilbaut.
9Bernstein even spent time in the television studio taping a beginner's jazz
lecture (which aired in 1955 as The World of Jazz) whose simplicity may
have set American ja appreciation back as much as a quarter-century.
'01n this interview-typical of Hentoffs luminous effort in the late 1950s
and into the '60s and '70s to give jazz musicians plenty of space in his
essays to elaborate their own feelings about the music and American life-,
Davis eloquently discusses the evolution of his aesthetic, and comments
512 John Gennari
honestly and incisively on recordings that Hentoff plays for him. Down Beat
pioneered the 'blindfold test' and has published many musicians' insights
into the craft of their peers and antecedents, but nothing ever published in
Down Beat quite equals this Hentcff-Davis exchange.
"These jazz critics did not explicitly debate the virtues and defects of the
New Criticism; indeed, there appears to have been no explicit naming of the
concept in their debates, at least those of them that have been published. I
would suggest, however, that the New Criticism, despite the limits on its
appeal due to its narrow strictures and to the conservative political ossifica-
tions of some of its key practitioners, did exercise considerable influence in
shaping the questions that critics in all fields were asking about their per-
spectives and methodologies.
'2Balliett and Leonard Feather organized a debate about Hodeir's book in
which these views were given voice. Hodeir's response to his critics appears
in ch. 6 of TowardJazz.
'3See Hodier, Jazz 99-116; Williams, Jazz Tradition 3-10, 135-54.
14See, in addition to the Coleman chapter in Me Jazz Tradlition,Williams's
liner notes for Coleman's The Shape of Jazz to Come and Free Jazz, and his
"Letter from Lenox." For an assessment of Williams's work on the Smithson-
ian Collection by one of today's best critics, and one who cites Williams as a
singular influence on his own work, see Davis, "Struggling."
l5Dave Marsh describes the concert this way: "In 1938, Hammond put
Carnegie Hall to a purpose that perfectly married his concerns: the Spiritu-
als to Swing concert. Spirituals to Swing was partly the product of Ham-
mond the impresario because it gave him an excellent showcase for
Goodman and Basie, but it also served more theoretical purposes by bring-
ing together the entire spectrum of America's black-based popular music,
including the gospel harmony group Golden Gate Quartet, the New Orleans
saxophonist Sidney Bechet, and an amazing quartet of boogie-woogie pia-
nists: Pete Johnson, Albert Ammons, Meade Lux Lewis, and James P. John-
son. Putting those musicians in Carnegie Hall 50 years ago made a powerful
statement about the artistry of popular musicians who came from the most
despised parts of society' (78).
l6One of the curiosities of Baraka's Blues People, as well as some of the
pieces in Black Music, is his stated enthusiasm for the Supremes, Martha
and the Vandellas, the Impressions, and other popular black artists. I do not
mean to suggest that Baraka should not like this music; but since he spends
so much effort condemning the forces of commercialization, it seems odd
that he would express such delight in the most commercially oriented, cross-
over-conscious black music of the period. In addition to making this very
point, Charles Keil notes Baraka's neglect of the contemporary blues and
gospel musics that would better serve his argument for a stronger commit-
ment in the black community to its folk roots (42).
17Norman Mailer's well-known 1957 article 'The White Negro" im-
aginatively depicts the cult of the hipster as an existential pose inspired by
the artistic genius and social pathologies of bop practitioners, particularly
Charlie Parker. For a sober assessment of Mailer's mythology, see Hentoff,
Jazz Life 138-42.
'8See Feather and Tynan for the beginnings of the anti-jazz controversy.
For an extended discussion of the polemics of the period by a writer firmly
committed to the 'radical" position, see' Kofsky. One of the more interesting
debates of the decade occurred between Kofsky and Ira Gitler in a series of
open letters in Jazz magazine in 1965 and '66. Kofsky took the title of
Charlie Parker's Now's the Time as emblematic of the bebop generation's
political consciousness. For Kofsky the title meant "Now's the time to abolish
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racism, discrimination, etc." Gitler disagreed: 'I deny the 'obvious social
implication.' The title refers to the music and the 'now' was the time for
people to dig it' (see Kofsky 56). What was perhaps most revealing about the
debate was the failure of either participant to buttress his arguments with
solid testimony from the many musicians who knew Bird well enough to
testify authoritatively to his intentions. But a reading of Kofsky's interview
with John Coltrane (Kofsky 221-47) suggests part of the problem: Kofsky is
so anxious to have Coltrane assent to the view that his music is vitally and
irreducibly connected to Malcolm X's political messages that he doesn't seem
to be able to hear what Coltrane is saying.
IT17hisspirit of celebration, of satisfaction in the artistic triumphs of blues
and jazz, is exemplified in the tone and the content of Ellison's essays on
Minton's, Mahalla Jackson, Charlie Parker, Charlie Christian, and Jimmy
Rushing in Shadow and Act (199-247). I am not alone in believing this to be
the finest writing in all the jazz literature. The connections between Ellison's
disposition toward the blues and Albert Murray's views, discussed earlier,
should be quite clear.
20Though I am clearly siding with Ellison here, I agree with Charles Keil
(44-45) that Ellison pays insufficient attention to the legacy of black music's
appropriation by the white-controlled music business and to the ways in
which resentment of this has shaped black musicians' efforts to reappropri-
ate and revitalize their music. And when Ellison writes that ". . . today
nothing succeeds like a rebellion (which Jones as a 'beat' poet should know)
and while a few boppers went to Europe to escape, or become Muslims,
others took the usual tours for the State Department' (253), he leans toward
the untenable position that rebellion is necessarily a stance, which makes
him as guilty as Baraka of imposing a narrow limit on the meaning of art.
211t is, of course, the nature of a "continuum' to emphasize continuity over
disjunction. But Levine has demonstrated that the argument for a linear,
coherent tradition in black music need not sacrifice detailed description of
stages -distinct cultural and political formations -in its evolution.
22"Nobody Knows the Trouble I Seen," Wise I of Why's/Wise. Baraka uses
this poem, narrated by a griot telling the story of Africans in America, in
"Jazz Criticism' 57.
23This is from Crouch's response to Baraka's 'Jazz Criticism" (Baker 73).
In this exchange, which I find one of the most interesting and illuminating in
the whole history of jazz criticism, Crouch seems to me to get the better of
Baraka, not only by focusing more firmly on the actual aesthetic achieve-
ments of black music, but by pointing to jazz criticism (such as that of
Martin Williams, Andre Hodeir, and Roger Pryor Dodge) that, despite its
limitations of perspective, has helped immensely to establish an analytical
basis for understanding the music. Crouch rose to intellectual prominence
in the '80s based mainly on his considerable gifts as a writer, but also on the
ripeness of the decade's political climate for his withering attack on the
black nationalist doctrines that he most closely associates with Baraka (see
Crouch, Notes).
Here, Crouch's censorious voice is in fine form: "When I received a copy of
the preceding paper, it appeared to have been written in one sitting, its very
sloppiness symbolic of the lack of aesthetic seriousness so obvious in its
content. In an effort to redline the artistry of jazz to no more than political
pulp, LeRoi Jones [which is how Crouch always refers to Barakal has simpli-
fied the complexity of inspiration, invention, adaptation, and context to a
battlefield on which black victims war against a conspiracy of racist corpo-
rate heads and white jazz writers. Clearly any analysis of Negro American
history [as Crouch is fond of calling the history of black Americans] that
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Ignores racism as an enduring element would be naive. But what Lincoln
Kirstein called a '1 bravado' (to describe what we have now come to expect
from tenured Marxist revolutionaries) so dominates Jones' thesis that the
grandeur of an internationally influential music has been reduced to either
the cries of the victimized or the anthems of a homemade, far-left square
dance. Jones further convolutes his largely hysterical argument by describ-
ing jazz as a latter-day variation on possession-oriented African religion, as
well as an expressive protest against the conventions of Western art and the
economics of capitalism. Only LeRoi Jones could try to strap such a light-
weight saddle to the galloping horse of jazz and expect us to miss the fact
that all he largely has to offer is a mouthful of dust' (Baker 71-72).
Baraka has been far more charitable in his views of Crouch, referring to
him In 'Jazz Writing' as a 'very knowledgeable analyst on the IV~llage]Voice'
and distinguishing Crouch not only from the white Gary Giddins ('the con-
stant factor of jazz definition at that burnt-out ex-liberal rag") but also from
the black Greg Tate (the purveyor of "very rococo gee-whizology") (254).
I shall have occasion later in this essay to critique Crouch, but as should
be clear from my references to him thus far, his work has done much to
shape my own thinking about jazz.
24The claim that black music's creators "are/have been in the main the
Afro-American workers and small farmers'-which is not without founda-
tion, but is less true for jazz than for popular black music forms such as
blues (both urban and rural), rhythm 'n' blues, funk, gospel, and rap-is
from "Class Struggle" (317). The rest of the phrases are from "Jazz Criticism'
(Baker 56-70). My implication here is that Baraka's deepening Marxism has
resulted in an even greater emphasis than that in his 1960s writing on the
institutionalized oppression of African-American culture, with the (in my
view) unfortunate result that his recent writing is less illuminating than
Black Music about artists' approaches to their music. A notable exception is
Baraka's very interesting "Miles Davis: 'One of the Great Mother Fuckers.' "
Certainly African-American culture continues to be degraded and bastard-
ized, but Baraka's recent writings have not been particularly illuminating
about the actual process of that marginalization.
25The ortsha are the Yoruba deities who "represent the impact of the mind
and spirit of millions of Yoruba in West Africa on key black urban popula-
tions in the Americas" (Thompson xv).
26What I mean, and what I hope to convey in the following discussion, is
that Baraka goes so far left and Collier so far right that the two end up
melting into each other. This is an exaggeration of sorts, but I think it
touches on one of the ironies of '80s politics: The neo-conservatives and the
Marxists (or some of them anyway) mirror in each other, and doubtless
reinforce in each other, a tendency to treat economics as the sole arbiter of
value.
27Collier first offered this quasi-McCarthytte reading of 1930s cultural
history in The Faking of Jazz" (1985). There, Collier exposes John Ham-
mond, Otis Ferguson, Charles Edward Smith, B. H. Haggin, Barry Ulanov,
George Frazier, and others as the Soviet agents they really were. He suggests
that these writers were influenced ("to what extent . . . is impossible to
know") by the 1928 Comintern policy of looking at American blacks as a
colonized nation that the coming revolution would liberate, and so consid-
ered jazz as a " 'folk music' of these colonized people" that was degraded by
the reactionary American establishment. This, Collier argues, was a dis-
torted understanding of the music, which in fact was, from the 1920s on, a
bourgeois cultural form heartily embraced by the American mainstream.
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280n this issue Baraka is, of course, passionate: 'Chauvinist garbage like
Len Lyon's Great Jazz Pianists exqludes Duke, Monk, Tatum, Waller, Bud,
Willie the Lion, and James P. Johnson! It includes Joe Zawinul, Jimmy
Rowles, Keith Jarrett, Paul Bley, Dave Brubeck, Marian McPartland, George
Shearing, Steve Kuhn, Chick Corea, and Ran Blake! The same author's 100
Greatest Jazz Records is filled with similar twisted racism, there being more
of those 'greatest' from Corea and Zawinul than Bud Powell. The Reagan-led
rightward motion of society is clearly duplicated by the steady flow of chau-
vinist, reactionary scribbling passing as commentary or analysis of the
music. Consider, for example, Jack Chambers's incredibly racist book on
Miles Davis, one of the main themes of which is that Miles played his best
when he played with white musicians! Or Lincoln Collier, whose various
writings give off the distinct aroma of a rotting mint julep' ("Jazz Criticism'
64-65).
As my preceding paragraph suggests, I think it is necessary to measure
cultural certification using several different criteria, and even then it is a
notoriously difficult matter. When I argue that, in popular music and film,
white performers achieve more certification than black ones, the criteria I'm
using are those of the popular-culture milieu. A key one of these, of course,
is the financial revenue that accrues from popular appeal, which leads
directly to increased representation in popular-culture industry trade jour-
nals like Billboard and Variety and in the mainstream media generally,
which in turn leads to more money, etc. Black performers such as Michael
Jackson, Michael Jordan, and Spike Lee certainly have not done badly when
it comes to this kind of certification, but the question Is whether comparable
white talents (if such exist, and of course this measurement is itself one that
is impossible to make) make out even better.
The case of the certification procedures of the New York Times is more
straightforward. The Times' editorial distinction between "Music" (by which it
means European concert music) and "Jazz/Pop" is clearly illustrative of a
Europhile bias. These categories of classification persist in the Times, inter-
estingly, despite the fact that several of the newspaper's music wiiters argue
persistently and eloquently that such categories are misleading and/or per-
nicious. Tmnes columnist John Rockwell, in AU American Music, treats Orn-
ette Coleman, the Art Ensemble of Chicago, and the Talking Heads as
American composers on the same level of aesthetic achievement as Elliot
Carter and Milton Babbitt. And, throughout 1989 and 1990 hardly a week
passed when Jon Pareles did not file an article which discussed the blurring
boundaries between 'Pop" and 'Elite" musical culture.
29Collier's perspective on jazz is fundamentally flawed in its assumption
that jazz developed as a dialectical relationship between a black subculture
and a mainstream white culture. He is unable to consider the possibility
that black musicians had their own aesthetic, and that whatever they took
from outside of it in either new ideas to be absorbed and transformed or
material rewards to underwrite this very process, they were in command of
their cultural expression. This does not exclude non-black American per-
formners, audiences, or critics; it does not deny that jazz has been played
excellently, discussed meaningfully and intelligently, and felt deeply all over
the world. Nor does it give African-Americans a superior claim to the music
on grounds of racial essence. Rather, it argues that jazz was founded and
forged in the crucible of African-American culture, and that all of its signifi-
cant stylistic advances have been part of a broader evolution of African-
American aesthetics.
30His jazz books include a survey history that has had multiple reprint-
ings, as well as his well-publicized biographies of Armstrong, Ellington, and
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Goodman. He also has several music education titles, and a number of
children's books.
3lJust the opposite holds true in the typical Baraka formulation: A large
part of the argument for Albert Ayler as a truer artist than Benny Good-
man - to hypothesize an appropriate comparison - is Ayler's relative material
deprivation, both a symptom and a consequence of his anti-bourgeois aes-
thetic. The flip side of Collier's claim that jazz has flourished because of its
white patronage is Baraka's argument that the white power structure has
continually and persistently debased the music. The truth lies somewhere
between these two extremes.
321n The Reception of Jazz, Collier firms up his connections to Reaganism
with a peculiar argument that lends itself to the American government's
meager support of the arts as compared to support in the European coun-
tries. Using the kind of laissez-faire, jingoistic logic that has Americans
attributing Toyota's conquest of the American car market to 'unfair" Japan-
ese state subsidization, Collier argues that the much vaunted support of jazz
abroad is misleading, because it hinges on 'unrealistically low" ticket prices
underwritten by government subsidies. I suspect that the many American
jazz musicians and dancers who draw most of their income in Europe and
Japan would not be much impressed by Collier's bullish confidence in the
unsubsidized American performing arts market.
331 refer here to the persistent and pervasive problem for American jazz
artists-particularly those like Murray, whose music does not have the mass
appeal of Marsalis's or Connick's-in obtaining contracts with major Ameri-
can record companies. In the past twenty years, for example, much of the
cutting edge of jazz has been represented on record by the Italian Black
Saint and the German ECM labels.
34The double-edged nature of jazz's increased mass media recognition in
recent years is clearest in the case of the commercial cinema, where the
hackneyed stereotype of jazz as the milieu of hipsters and junkies has
proved its durability as a seductive, salable image. Bertrand Tavernier's
'Round Midnight (1986), the best of the lot, centers on the torment of an
expatriate, tragically dissolute saxophonist (rendered exquisitely by Dexter
Gordon) and, like the music itself, runs the gamut of human emotions from
pathos to celebration. But in showing the jazz musician and his music
dependent for their very existence on the good will of a poor, saintly Parisian
painter, the film reinforces the perception of jazz as perpetually mired in the
id phase of human development, unconsciously searching for a parental
superego.
Clint Eastwood's Bird (1988), a well-intentioned but pathetically conde-
scending paean to Charlie Parker, is a story taken from the perspective of
Bird's widow rather than from that of Bird's fellow musicians, which ex-
plains why the movie focuses on Bird's substance abuse problems and poor
performance as a husband and father rather than on his transcendent
music.
But most disappointing in its failure to capture the essence of the music is
Spike Lee's Mo' Better Blues (1990). Lee's demonstrated brilliance as a
chronicler of African-American culture; his deep personal connections to the
jazz world through his bassist/composer father; and his pre-film promo-
tional campaign promising a corrective response to the patronizing, voyeur-
istic, and misinformed images that make up jazz's film history combined to
generate great hope for Mo' Better Blues as a turning point in the relation-
ship between jazz and cinema. But, far from celebrating jazz's cultural tri-
umphs, the film instead reinforces the image of jazz as a netherworld of vice,
greed, and betrayal. The film's trumpeter/protagonist, Bleek Gilliam, is yet
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another tragic figure, another casualty of the struggle-seemingly taken by
all jazz filmmakers as the very essence of jazz-to reconcile the music with a
decent middle-class life.
Mo' Better Blues parallels previous jazz films in its failure to show us the
creative process in jazz, to let us feel the fire that bums in the soul of an
artist poised at the edge of discovery, to let us dwell in the communal spirit
that binds musicians to each other. Bleek Gilliam says that jazz is his life;
without it, he claims, he would just crawl up in a corner and die. But Bleek's
actions in the film suggest that what he wants most is to continue sleeping
with and having his ego stroked by two beautiful women. When Bleek does
lose his ability to play-in a highly contrived episode in which Bleek's life-
time friend and ineffective manager Giant (played by Lee) yanks the film's
focus away from jazz and onto his gambling problem-, his resulting course
of action makes it hard to believe that jazz was ever anything more for him
than a pose, a stylized front masking his mundane desires for sex and
bourgeois comfort. Evidently we are supposed to feel sorry for Bleek when, in
his first time back on stage after having his face crushed by a goon squad
settling a score with the welshing Giant, he discovers that he no longer has
his old chops. But a serious jazz musician would never take the stage if he
had any doubt about his ability to play up to his reputation. Bleek's fate at
the fllm's end, when he apparently gives up jazz to become a family man,
reinforces the stale notion that a jazz life and a respectable American family
life are mutually exclusive. But many jazz musicians manage to be success-
ful as both professionals and parents-indeed, judging from Bill Lee's roles
in Spike Lee's films, this would appear to be true of the Lee family itself.
35Along the same lines, Giddins ('Evolution" 41) notes that a mid-1980s
issue of the New Criterion devoted to the arts in New York failed to find room
for jazz in its purportedly comprehensive survey of the eighteen (!) most
Important arts in the city.
36When Stanley Crouch uses the word soul, generally he's talking about
something other than collard greens and black-eyed peas. But-and this is
what keeps his work poised so beautifully between elitism and populism-he
does want to connect his mother's downhome cooking with the most search-
ing, complex artistic endeavors. And so he asks Albert Murray about Italy,
and Murray tells him: 'Long before there were Southerners in the U.S.A.,
there were Southerners in Italy, and it also meant a certain climate, a
certain hospitality, a certain musicality in the language, and sometimes even
a certain kind of violence and tendency to vendetta. In the more learned
circles, the European vision of the Southerner is much like that of anyone
who understands our South: the feeling created is that of an easeful rela-
tionship to culture and a spontaneity that says, deep down-the point of
learning how to cook all this food and talk this way and wear these fine
clothes is to have a good goddam time, man!" (Notes 248-49).
37Crouch's dress code is best exemplified by Wynton Marsalis's very fine
Italian suits. But he's also mightily impressed with the black-tie statement
made by the Modem Jazz Quartet, among others. "Three years ago or so,"
Crouch writes in his liner notes for the Modem Saxophone Quartet's Revue,
'the World Saxophone Quartet played two shows in Manhattan opposite Art
Ensemble of Chicago, and the sidewalk score was WSQ - 2, AEC - 0. As
usual-, most of the jazz press missed the point, interpreting the tuxedo and
gleaming shoes worn by each player as some sort of superficial commentary
or parodic assault, when any examination of bandstand dress by black
American musicians prior to the influence of rock and roll will reveal aristo-
cratic modes of dress, sometimes given even deeper idiomatic turn by the
518 John Gennari
presence of those banjos in the laps of the proud musicians seated in rows
behind a smiling James Reece Europe."
What's most intriguing about Crouch-and what's easily forgotten when
he's sounding like a cranky fig or an Alan Bloom disciple lashing out at
popular culture-is that his apparent elitism is rooted in a vernacular sensi-
bility and in an essentially populist political ideology. This is clear, among
other places, in 'Ready on My Mind," his discussion of Jesse Jackson (Notes
3-19). Like his mentor Albert Murray, Crouch is looking for the ultimate
refinement of his local, native condition. When he moved to New York from
the West Coast in the '70s he holed up in a Bowery loft (later shared with
David Murray) which functioned as a performance space for the emerging
downtown avant-garde that included, in addition to Murray, Arthur Blythe,
James Newton, and Butch Morris. When he later looked to transcend this
bohemian condition, he passed on Harlem, which 'has been harpooned by
various forms of deprivation," robbing it of the 'sophistication and molten
elegance' that made Ralph Ellison consider it a counterpart of Paris, and
settled instead in the West Village. That decision, Crouch tells us in 'New
York's Rhythm," has worked out very well: ". . . as a man who has lived
happily in Greenwich Village for the past 12 years-and who can have
himself a very good time all the way up to Birdland on Broadway and 105th,
enjoy the social integration of the Upper West Side, take my visiting daugh-
ter to Lincoln Center and dance to the swing bands there on summer nights,
pack in Merton Simpson's birthday party at his Madison Avenue African art
gallery where Danny Moore's band moves back and forth from bebop to a
backbeat that inspires dance, meet my mentor, the writer Albert Murray,
down near City Hall and talk books and Ellington until his bus comes, sit
through the mesmerizing Ring cycle as conductor James Levine stitches the
epic together with the tip of his baton, watch Charles Dutton change the
weight of the air in August Wilson's 'The Piano Lesson,' maybe sip Cham-
pagne among the pulchritudinous dazzle and handsomeness of the crowd at
B. Smith's, walk back to the West Village through Tribeca after lunch talking
and joking with thoroughbred intellectuals, listen to the Boys' Choir of
Harlem at Aaron Davis Hall, finish up with a superb meal at Anton's on
West 4th Street, where the saxophonist-chef lays down a heavy culinary
swing-I don't think New York is so bad at all (A31). This, obviously, is not
one of the stronger manifestations of Couch's populist spirit-the problem
being that, in New York, all these vernacular experiences carry elite price
tags.
38From Crouch's liner notes for the World Saxophone Quartet's Revue,
crowned the best jazz album of the 1980s in a 1990 Village Voice poll of
thirty-three critics.
39Of late, Balliett's publication schedule has been much softer than in
years past, and the New Yorker is often silent on jazz matters, other than its
repeatable "Goings On About Town" listings. One couldn't help but notice,
by way of contrast, the transition that recently took place in the magazine's
coverage of the cinema. Pauline Kael's exalted status in the criticism estab-
lishment, higher even than Balliett's (film being more firmly entrenched than
jazz in high- and middle-brow American taste cultures), did not prevent the
New Yorker from publishing film criticism during the widening lapses be-
tween her submissions in recent years. First the New Yorker announced that
Terence Rafferty would share the "Cinema" beat with Kael, then later an-
nounced he would succeed her as first-string film critic. This suggests an
assumption on the magazine's part that film is, and will continue to be, a
fixture of American culture and so deserves unbroken coverage. Jazz fans
hope the magazine feels the same way about jazz. Supplementing Balliett's
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column with pieces from other jazz writers, or showing evidence of the
grooming of an eventual successor to Balliett, would be the surest means of
nurturing these hopes.
401'msuggesting here, if a bit obliquely, that jazz criticism (not only that of
Ballett, but of all practitioners) can and should go further in sounding the
vernacular voices at the center of the jazz culture. This has been a primary
goal for the Village Voice's Greg Tate, whose writing Baraka sees as 'very
rococo gee-whizology," whom Crouch sees as a Baraka-like performer in an
ongoing Zip Coon show that degrades the grandeur and majesty of classical
black expression, and whom many white readers of the Village Voice see as
either purposefully obscure or excessively tendentious. I think Tate's work
plots an important route that jazz criticism must travel further. When he
has not been busy accusing Crouch of being pretentious, reactionary, and
dull, Tate has been writing about contemporary black music (African pop,
hiphop, rap, funk, and soul as well as jazz) as the expression of a pan-Afri-
can vernacular impulse combining sensual pleasure and social engagement,
rhythmic ingenuity and verbal prowess. In other words, he is approaching
the music on terms not unlike Albert Murray's in Stomptng the Blues.
Crouch is right in seeing Tate as unequal to Murray's high standards, but
Tate seems to me to share much more of Murray's aesthetic than Crouch is
willing to admit. Part of what is at work in Crouch's and other's animus
toward Tate and other younger critics is moldy figism: Exposed are the
anxieties of an established audience witnessing the emergence of a new
audience with different cultural reference points and different experiences of
absorbing jazz into its life.
Tate's inside audience-"cultnats," 'freaky deakys," a certainfaux-bohem-
ian subset of the Buppie cohort; collectively, the bane of Stanley Crouch's
existence-came of age at a time when jazz was suffering a grave identity
crisis, a time when the cutting edge in black music was being forged more by
a funk maestro such as George Clinton than by anyone working in jazz. For
this audience, the high-quality jazz of the '80s may seem less the renais-
sance of a grand old tradition than the emergence of a new set of very fine
sounds-more elegant than rap, more technically sophisticated than pop,
but part of the same musical universe. It stands to reason that this audience
would listen to jazz and talk about it in different ways than past audiences,
and it should be expected that criticism would evolve so as to address its
audience on new terms. But this does not mean that everyone over thirty
should not be trusted. In recent months I have heard two major figures from
the grand old tradition, Miles Davis (who assiduously-and rather patheti-
cally-pursues the younger audience) and Max Roach (who lets the audience
come to him), waxing enthusiastic about hiphop, noting in particular the
similarities between DJ scratching and bebop drumming, since both explore
the infinite possibilities of the off-beat.
Where Tate veers away from Murray and heads in the direction of the
young Village bohemian LeRoi Jones-and it is this move that most rankles
Crouch-is in his cynicism about white intellectuals' discourse on 'art." For
Tate, the Crouch-Wynton Marsalis take on jazz is a lot of highbrow postur-
ing: 'Is jazz as we know it dead? When the Art Ensemble of Chicago popped
the question in 1970 they took it for a joke, a setup for Lester Bowie's arch
retort, That depends on what you know.' Back then jazz could stand a little
mock irony. It was to laugh a few years later when saxophonist Billy Harper
said all this talk about jazz being on the way out was tantamount to saying
the black man was on the way out. Would that he'd foretold hiphop, the new
black machismo, so he'd know that our nuts would again be safe for democ-
racy. Nowadays the discussion done got grim. You got muhfukahs so hyped
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on a jazz is dead kick idea they want to be the first on the block to deliver
last rites and shit.... It doesn't take a genius to know that things ain't what
they used to be in jazz, when innovation used to be the music's stock-in-
trade. If you want the cutting edge of formal experimentation and progres-
sive thought in black music then you're listening to hiphop, house, and
black rock. Yet, in the immortal words of Frank Zappa, jazz isn't dead, it just
smells funny. And if these young (35 and under) black jazz musicians would
tune into our avant-pop culture for instruction and inspiration, their music
might not sound so stale and juiceless by comparison. Keeping one ear to
the street and the other to the academy was good enough for Edward
Kennedy Ellington. Therefore it ought to be good enough for these antedilu-
vian whippersnappers" (81). There is more going on here than an effort to
judge black music by whether it functions as a new and better aphrodisiac.
Tate's take on hiphop echoes Baraka's use of bebop as the touchstone of an
assertive black male ego. And it may be that much of the animosity toward
Tate on the part of older black men, white men, and women of all ages and
shades of color reflects the mixture of envy and threat often evinced in our
culture by a young black man who chooses to brandish his sexuality.
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'Round Midnight. Dir. Bertrand Tavernier. France, 1986.
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