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Black, White, and Blue
Three new books tackle thorny racial issues in jazz
By Ron Wynn
JULY 19, 1999:
Ever since a group of white New Orleans players billed themselves "The
Original Dixieland Jazz Band" and supposedly stole a recording date from
King Oliver's Creole Band, controversies have raged over the roles of black
and white musicians in the development of jazz and blues. These flames have
been fanned over the years by myths, half-truths, and specious charges
against both sides--not to mention some ugly realities. As a result,
today's jazz establishment is polarized between camps who believe that
conditions are better than they've ever been--or worse than at any time
since the 1960s.
Three authors attempt to navigate this racial minefield in new books.
One stakes out territory firmly on the left, a second just as squarely on
the right; the third occupies middle ground. Each grapples with bedrock
issues of exploitation and cultural cross-pollination, though in two cases
inaccuracies, debatable premises, old grudges, or flawed perspectives
sometimes result in curious assessments. Even so, these efforts should
generate fresh discussion of the questions and controversies that they
tackle.
Craig Werner's A Change Is Gonna Come: Music, Race & The Soul of
America (Plume/Penguin) doesn't merely cover jazz or blues. Werner, a
professor of African American studies at the University of Wisconsin,
incorporates folk, gospel, R&B, soul, rock, and hip-hop into his
discussion. In the process, he expands his scope to include topics ranging
from radio to presidential budgetary dealings.
Werner is an astute observer of pop-music trends, and he's one of the
few critics willing to go beyond the surface when it comes to evaluating
black popular music. He traces lyrical and production changes in African
American trends from the swing- and jazz-influenced sounds of Louis Jordan
to the sophisticated hip-hop efforts of Lauryn Hill. While he credits
composers like Stevie Wonder and Curtis Mayfield with positively changing
the image of black women in song, he also cites the often overlooked
contributions of performers such as Mahalia Jackson and Nat "King" Cole to
the civil-rights movement.
Most of all, Werner feels the political impact of African American music
has been either minimized or ignored by conventional pop and rock
historians. Even when writing love songs, he says, black artists remained
aware of injustice and social stagnation. He argues that, given the more
conservative political leanings of white America in the 1980s, the
pessimism espoused by African American artists that reached its nadir with
gangsta rap was inevitable. For that reason, he's critical of black leaders
who, in his view, put so much emphasis on Affirmative Action programs that
they undercut the self-help initiative espoused during the Black Power era.
Unfortunately when the discussion turns to jazz, Werner is deficient on
information. He says that after the freedom of the '60s, jazz artists
either became too commercial or retreated into parody and worship of past
styles like hard bop. This analysis woefully downplays the efforts of such
'70s institutions as the Association for the Advancement of Creative
Musicians (AACM) in Chicago, the Black Artists Group (BAG) in St. Louis,
the Black Academy of Music (BAM) in Brooklyn, and many others who remained
committed to both social justice and musical/cultural progress.
Strangely, Werner also omits from his discussion such pioneers as Sun
Ra, who had his own record label and publishing firm in the late '50s, as
well as black-owned and -operated companies like Strata-East, Black Jazz,
and Debut. These labels sought to create an exploitation-free environment
for African American artists, but were unable to survive distribution and
income woes.
Still, A Change is Gonna Come makes as many solid points as it
raises unresolved questions. Regardless of whether you agree with all his
contentions, Craig Werner is an effective spokesman for African American
and American popular music's connection to, and impact on, contemporary
racial and political issues.
Trumpeter/author Richard M. Sudhalter, former jazz critic for the New
York Post, takes a totally different position in his exhaustive work
Lost Chords: White Musicians and Their Contribution to Jazz
1915-1945 (Oxford University Press). Sudhalter's core thesis--that jazz
is neither a black nor white style, but a hybrid--generated enormous
controversy when he first voiced it in earlier pieces.
This time, Sudhalter has been careful to avoid accusations of glossing
over African American contributions to the music. Indeed, he goes out of
his way to praise Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, and Duke Ellington
repeatedly. Yet his view remains that writers, critics, and historians
since the 1930s have tried either to eliminate or to savage the white
contribution to pre-bop jazz.
He cuts right to the heart of the matter by starting off with the
Original Dixieland Jazz Band. Though the group was dismissed by many as
charlatans or hacks, Sudhalter maintains that the band was actually a fine
unit thoroughly versed in the popular styles of the day, from marching-band
sounds to rags and blues. He says the notion that they usurped a session
designed for King Oliver is at best myth, and at worst a divisive lie.
Sudhalter admits the band's case was not helped by volatile, racist remarks
that drummer Nick Larocca made late in his life. Nevertheless, he claims
these have been used by propagandists to smear the entire band.
Over 700-plus pages, Sudhalter makes a case for numerous other musicians
he considers undervalued. However, many of these, like bass saxophonist
Adrian Rollini, C-saxophonist Frankie Trumbauer, trombonist Jack Teagarden,
trumpeters Bobby Hackett, Bix Beiderbecke, and Bunny Berigan, and icons
Benny Goodman, Red Norvo, and Artie Shaw, aren't nearly as low-rated as he
seems to think. Others, however, such as trumpeter Red Nichols or
saxophonist Ben Pollack, are more problematic.
Sudhalter's real enemies, whom he outlines in his opening section, are
the critics and musicians he feels have perverted the original intention
and meaning of jazz. To Sudhalter, these conspirators have transformed
pop-oriented, lighthearted dance fare into supercharged, coded, and
incendiary elitist material designed chiefly to inflame. Some targets
include the late John Hammond, whom he cites (though never exactly labels)
as particularly anti-white, and essayist Albert Murray, who's attacked for
claiming jazz is only a subset of blues. Ironically, Murray is as much a
champion of integration as Sudhalter; he's even been savaged by Afrocentric
critics for his claim that there's no link between African and African
American music forms.
For Sudhalter, 1915 to 1945 was jazz's golden era, when whites worked
alongside blacks in its creation. Lost Chords makes an eloquent, if
not always convincing, plea on behalf of this thesis.
Wisely, Howard Mandel, the current president of the Jazz Journalists'
Association, doesn't take a set position with his book Future Jazz
(Oxford University Press). Instead, he lets his subjects make their case
with regard to race, class, or whatever; he chooses them for their impact
on the contemporary scene and their potential to influence developments in
the next century.
Thus trumpeter/composer Wynton Marsalis is featured in three separate
interviews, where he proves as adamant and unrelenting as ever. Mandel then
moves from compelling talents such as jazz vocalist Cassandra Wilson to
avant-garde composer John Zorn. None of these artists tries to pretend that
he or she isn't a product of particular influences. Yet guitarist Vernon
Reid, a founding member of the Black Rock Coalition and the acclaimed rock
band Living Colour, sees no contradiction in espousing black cultural
solidarity while enjoying Hank Williams or Mozart, while M-Base theorist
and saxophonist Steve Coleman easily fuses jazz, funk, Asian, and Latin
sounds into his work.
Mandel's subjects make the most memorable points to be found in any of
these three books. They reaffirm that the best artists neither forget their
heritage, nor let it limit their vision. That lesson, if applied throughout
society, might someday get humans beyond outdated, simplistic, and negative
ideas about race, color, class, gender, and sexuality. When that day comes,
we'll hear some sweet music indeed.

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