August 2004
It’s two suite(s) in KC
By Butch
Berman
KANSAS CITY, Mo.--Leaving our tales of Topeka to
my legal eagle Tony Rager (see story below), let me tell you all about Grace and
my most recent trip to our favorite getaway, Kansas City, Mo.
We tried to celebrate Grace’s
June 25 birthday there a few weeks ago, but got hung up and
decided to expand our bi-monthly trips to Topeka to continue
getting ready for the 2005 TJF, and head to KC afterwards.
As
I reported in past issues, we’ve grown to love staying at a cozy
little loft-style hotel Karrin Allyson turned us onto called The
Historic Suites at Sixth and Central. It was perfect in every
way, except that the rooms were almost too large for two people
to hang in. Well anyway, due to who-knows-what, they decided to
shut down and turn the rooms into condos. So we decided to “Yup”
it up a bit and do the Embassy
Suites near Westport and the
Plaza on 43rd Street. There were too many screaming
kids, a lack of intimacy, and the free breakfasts were not quite
as yummy, but in all it may be a better location for us to do
our jazz and/or shopping thing. The rooms were just the right
size, and their staff was very efficient. A little pricier, but
you get your money’s worth. Also, you can’t beat a hotel that’s
just around the corner from my all-time favorite record store in
KC, The Music Exchange, now on Broadway.
After
checking in, we got together with friends and BMF consultants
Gerald and Leslie Spaits for a great dinner at a new-to-us
establishment called The Thai Place. Scrumptious, very hot and
spicy, and great service adds this eatery to our ever-growing
list. We then headed down to The Fairmont to catch another dear
pal and great player, trumpeter Stan Kessler, who was doing the
weekend with their regular house band, the Joe Cartwright Trio,
which also includes Gerald on bass and Ray DeMarchi on drums. It
was Latin night at the Oak Room, and they performed well and
classy as always. We were bushed, and caught a cab back to the
Embassy after a set and a half to hit the rack. On
Saturday night, we took Claude Williams’ lovely widow, Blanche,
out
for dinner to catch up on old times. I’ve known Claude and
Blanche for more than 30 years and hadn’t seen Blanche since
their illnesses befell them and Claude died.
We chose the Plaza III, which
was their special haunt and the main stage for Claude’s gigs for
many years. Blanche looked great. She and Grace got along
wonderfully, and the staff treated us like royalty, so glad to
have Blanche back. It may be one of KC’s finest restaurants,
super food and service, plus a gorgeous room loaded with mucho
jazz memorabilia, a great stage, and a fine line-up of acts
nightly.
We
were lucky to catch a double bill—the magnificent vocal and
piano stylings of Luqman Hamza followed by the ageless and still
swinging Scamps. We all have known each other for years, and
they had all hung and swung with Claude for over half a century.
The Scamps on this occasion were made up of these most talented
musicians: Rudy Massingale on piano; Lucky Wesley on bass;
Wallace Jones on drums and Art Taylor and Eddie Saunders on
saxophones. Many stories, a few tears and gales of laughter were
shared. I hope you enjoy the pictures we snapped that sweet,
summer evening.
Discussions expand jazz potential in
Topeka
By Tony Rager
Attorney for the Berman Music Foundation
TOPEKA, Kan.—On July 22 Butch, Grace and I headed down to Topeka
for a mid-summer meeting with our friends at the Topeka Performing
Arts Center.
The TPAC group had an especially busy day, as they
were preparing for a Ron White Blue Collar Comedy concert that
night. Mark Radziejeski graciously took the time to stop by for a
nice dinner and relaxed conversation about status of the 2005 Topeka
Jazz Festival and the Berman Jazz Series. Butch plans to meet again
with TPAC just prior to the first concert of the Berman Jazz Series
in September.
The following
morning we met with Bill Leifer and Scott Henson. Bill and Scott are
committee members for the Coleman Hawkins Neighborhood Festival. “Hawkfest,”
as it is known, is another jazz festival in Topeka that plays the
weekend following the Topeka Jazz Festival.
Our preliminary
discussions centered on exploring ways that the two festivals could
benefit each other and establishing a relationship that has never
existed in the past between these two festivals. Although we are
only in initial discussions, we all agreed that an open dialogue
should ultimately benefit the Midwest and the promotion of jazz as a
truly American art form.
Jazz
deserves a patriotic response
By Joe Klopus
The Kansas City
Star
It’s been said before, and in a time
when the meaning of “patriotism” becomes twisted, it bears saying
again:
No America, no jazz.
Art Blakey used to say that very
thing as he circled the globe evangelizing for this great American
music.
Oh, and Blakey was a Muslim. Make of
that what you will.
The elements of this creation come
from all over, just like the people of this country.
Listen to the beat that they say is
a living link to Africa. Listen to the horns and the piano and the
bass that were designed in Europe. Listen to the scales and keys
that have been used in classical music for centuries then listen to
the bent notes and blues inflections like those you’d hear in Africa
or Asia or India.
And in modern jazz, listen to the
rhythmic and harmonic intricacies that were brought to perfection by
Charlie Parker, a guy from Kansas City. Make of that what you
will.
Trace it anywhere you like. Still
the roaring, funky final product is nothing but American.
America didn’t make anything easy
for those who created jazz. But in conditions of poverty and Jim
Crow oppression, they somehow found the fire and spirit that made
these musical elements sing together in a courageous new way.
And in doing that, they created
Western culture’s most durable system for improvising music.
The genius of it is its simplicity,
its adaptability. It’s universal. And the whole world knows it now.
Sometimes it’s called America’s
classical music, as if everyone here knew it well. (Only in our
dreams.)
Sometimes it’s called America’s only
original art form. (We’ll leave it for others to debate the truth of
that.)
Tourists come to America from every
part of the globe to hear the music. Chances are someone from a
faraway land is in Kansas City this weekend, looking to hear jazz.
Often these travelers go away amazed and frustrated that we don’t
pay enough attention to this cultural treasure right under our
noses.
The rest of the world knows the true
value of this music. It’s too bad that so many American’s don’t.
Other nations might hate us for
other reasons, but we still have this powerful export called jazz,
and they still look to us for leadership.
Jazz shows the beauties of the
American spirit even as it shines a light on many of our faults.
From those African roots and those
European building blocks, we’ve built something that’s American
through and through. To write it off as a relic of the past, to
ignore it when it needs our support, to do anything that pushes it
further from the mainstream, would be more than simply stupid.
It would be unpatriotic.
Reprinted with permission of the author.
Duke Robillard deserves wider recognition
By Tom Ineck
God bless the Zoo Bar for 31 years
of introducing and educating the unsuspecting residents of Lincoln,
Neb., to the joys of live music in an intimate setting, especially
the many diverse forms of the blues.
Almost single-handedly nourishing an
audience for a style of music that
otherwise languished in near obscurity, original Zoo Bar booker and
owner Larry Boehmer established a worldwide reputation for
excellence that continues to this day, under the guidance of current
owners Pete Watters and Larry’s sons Tim and Jeff Boehmer.
But they can’t do it all, folks. It
is up to people who appreciate high-quality music to continue to
patronize the Zoo and its top-rank artists. That brings us to the
subject of this column.
To coincide with the recent
celebration of the bar’s 31st anniversary, a week of
indoor performances were booked at the club in the week preceding
the two-day outdoor festivities. Among the longtime Zoo Bar
favorites who made appearances were rock-heavy guitar player Jimmy
Thackery and harmonica wailer Rod Piazza and the Mighty Flyers.
But
for my money, the show not to miss was the July 5 performance by
guitarist Duke Robillard, who hadn’t set foot in the club for almost
two
years. His ample credentials include more than 20 recordings under
his own name, as well as four with Roomful of Blues, two with the
Legendary Blues Band and one with the Fabulous Thunderbirds. He has
toured and recorded with Jay McShann, Johnny Adams, Ruth Brown,
Jimmy Witherspoon, Ronnie Earl, Pinetop Perkins, John Hammond and
Bob Dylan (on the 1997 Grammy winner “Time Out of Mind”). He won the W.C. Handy award for best blues guitarist in 2000 and 2001.
Hoping to beat the rush before the
tiny venue sold out, I visited the club Friday afternoon to buy an
$8 advance ticket for the Monday night gig. I was unable to persuade
anyone else to join me on a “work night,” so I went alone, certain I
would encounter a packed house and hook up with plenty of friends
and Zoo Bar regulars when I got there.
To my disappointment, only 40 or 50
people showed up all evening for Robillard’s typically astonishing
display of tasteful guitar mastery, showmanship and stylistic
variety ranging from straight-ahead blues to swing and r&b.
Duke was armed with a Stratocaster,
a Telecaster and a big hollow-body Gibson to achieve the perfect
sound for any occasion.
He
was backed by a quartet of thorough professionals capable of
shifting gears on a dime. Saxophonist Doug James switched from tenor
to baritone horns, the bassist was adept at both acoustic and
electric instruments, keyboardist Matt McCabe adapted well to any
tempo and the drummer laid down a monster groove.
They
played several tunes from Robillard’s new release, “Blue Mood,” a
tribute to T-Bone Walker, including “T-Bone Shuffle,” “You Don’t
Love Me” and the great “Love is a Gamble.” Drawn from his wealth of
previously recorded material were such classics as “Buy Me a Dog,”
“I Live the Life I Love” and the instrumental "Tiny's Tempo." He
even pulled one out of his hat, granting a request from a woman near
the bandstand for “Just Kiss Me,” a Robillard composition from the
mid-‘80s that he hadn’t played for a long time.
During a break, I bought two of
Robillard’s jazzier CDs, “Conversations in
Swing Guitar,” with fellow fretmaster Herb Ellis, and “Duke
Robillard Plays Jazz,” a wonderful compilation from his years with
Rounder Records. Both immensely talented and extremely modest,
Robillard nearly blushed when I later told him that he is the best.
“You do it all, man!” I raved.
“Well, I do some of it!” he
replied with a grateful smile.
Claude
"Fiddler" Williams dies at age 96
Personal notes on a humble hero
and friend
Claude "Fiddler" Williams died April
25 at the age of 96. Russ Dantzler was a longtime friend and
professional colleague. In the following article, he shares
some of his memories of the jazz legend.
By Russ Dantzler
I first heard him in 1972 at the
Legionnaire Club in my hometown, Lincoln, Nebraska, where he
was tripling on violin, electric guitar and electric bass
with pianist Jay McShann and drummer Paul Gunther. Days
later, he was having lunch at a favorite long-gone
hole-in-the wall called the Soul Food Kitchen. I introduced
myself, and was warmly and graciously received, even though
it didn't seem we had anything in common but a love for
music and perhaps good greens. In the following years, I
found that he was warm and gracious to nearly anyone who
wanted to speak with him. He never failed to be surprised if
someone he didn’t know knew who he was, an indication of a
humble man.
Claude and Jay came to my Lincoln home in
1972 to tape some song lyrics Jay wanted to re-learn from
records. I was nervous and excited, as I considered them
both to be nothing less than walking jazz history books. I
picked them both up, Claude first, and found he wasn't
staying in a very nice place. They shocked me by being cool,
calm, and so much fun it was hard to believe. Soon
Claude stayed with me whenever he played Lincoln, and I got
to visit him on many memorable weekends in Kansas City. In
KC, we’d often hear the Frank Smith Trio at the Phillips
house, The Fabulous Five Scamps at the Sni-Blue Lounge, or
whoever was jamming at The Mutual Musicians Foundation. He’d
sit in, never failing to raise the level of the music a
couple of notches.
Wherever
Claude was, he would, any and every time he felt like it,
play a 4-hour-or-more club gig, then come home and play
until all the musicians who came by were worn out. One
night, after one of those long Zoo Bar gigs in Lincoln, he
went through three young guitar players in my living room
into the wee hours, not even considering packing up his
instrument until all other musicians had first done so.
For six months of 1989 we were roommates
in a little 4th floor walkup apartment in New York City, my
home since late 1987, where we packed in a capacity crowd
for his 80th birthday. This was just one of many
times that Blanche cooked up enough mouth-watering beans,
rice and cornbread to feed an army. On that evening, with
pianist Sir Roland Hanna, vocalist Carrie Smith and bassist
Al McKibbon among the guests, the food had to be relayed
from the stove to the living area, as it was not possible to
move in that space.
Claude’s time in New York City was the
result of his signing on with “Black and Blue, a Musical
Revue.” This major Broadway production was a celebration of
the greatest Black dancers, musicians and singers available,
including vocalists Ruth Brown and Carrie Smith, very young
hoofer Savion Glover, and Claude as the senior member in the
big band. With spectacular musicians, some from other
cities, and Mondays off, an opportunity presented itself. On
three consecutive Monday nights, Claude was able to make his
first recordings as a leader since the 1970s, and the first
to be released as CDs.
Claude’s relaxed endurance on the road
was impressive. He traveled light, and didn’t seem to
understand what jet-lag was, even when flying as far as
Australia and Japan. He would happily work any number of
consecutive days in a row, working more than one job each of
those days! The lesson I still wish I could have learned
from him was his ability to remain relaxed under nearly any
circumstances. He seemed to let things that would disturb me
just roll off his back. I believe his lack of perceived
stress was a genuine key to his healthy and long life. He
was repeatedly asked his secret, and his answer was not at
all complicated. “Don’t worry ‘bout nothing.’”
He gave me, and I know many others, some
wonderful moments. Claude came to my mother's hospital
bedside in Lincoln with his violin in 1982 when she was in
bad shape in an intensive care unit. We snuck in that
fiddle, knowing it would be against hospital rules to do so.
Claude had a mute on his instrument, and asked my mom for a
request. As he softly played "Raindrops Keep Falling On My
Head," a nurse parted the curtain to speak to us. Busted, we
thought. The nurse smiled and asked Claude if he could
please play louder, so patients and staff could hear him
better. My mom recovered, and went on to proudly tell this
story to just about every person she ever knew. Both of my
sisters wanted him to play at their weddings. A swinging
entertainer off stage as well as on, he once, in his 80s at
the time, swung upside down from a clothesline pole just to
get Blanche, his host Bruce Cudly and myself laughing.
Claude was not being hired often as a
bandleader in the 70s and 80s, and this was a frustration.
When possible, bands were hired and gigs created for him to
front in Lincoln, most often he played the Zoo Bar.
Preceding one such engagement in 1992, some Lincoln friends
voiced frustration that their young sons never had an
opportunity to hear Claude. I told them that that if they
brought steaks and Courvoisier to the place he was staying,
we might work something out. The result was a memorable,
spontaneous, children’s music workshop. My niece played a
song for Claude on her violin, and he then asked if he might
borrow it. When he played, the rapt attention of even the
youngest of the children there was something to behold.
Each musician lucky enough to have played
with him under any circumstances was given a lesson,
often none of it spoken. In the form of the most inviting
challenge, he'd get the very best out of everyone he played
with. When first approached about teaching lessons, he told
me that with little formal training, he wasn't qualified,
again displaying his modesty. He eventually allowed me to
bring him students anyway. We set the format that they would
play something for him first, and he would answer. Before
you knew it, they were jamming together and getting the
education of a lifetime. Matt Glaser, String Department head
of the Berklee School of Music and an important supporter of
Claude's, told me he has at least 200 students who can play
Fiddler's arrangement of "You've Got to See Your Mama, Ev'ry
Night, or You Can't See Mama At All." Claude also admired
Matt, once proudly telling me that his violin “sounds more
like me than me.”
It was such a pleasure to not just hear
Claude work with his esteemed peers, but to witness their
amazement at his spontaneous inventions as they shared
stages. I think in particular of pianists Roland Hanna and
Barry Harris, bassists Earl May and Keter Betts,
saxophonists Bill Easley and Kim Park, guitarists Gray
Sargent, Joe Cohn and Bucky Pizzarelli, every vocalist he
worked with, including Etta Jones, and drummer Jimmy
Lovelace. Off stage, it was equally gratifying to see his
first private meeting and jam with violinist Regina Carter
in mid-1997, and countless students, including cellist Akua
Dixon and violinist John Intrator of France.
Touring Japan briefly in 1997 with The
Statesmen of Jazz was fascinating. Not only did fans
typically know more about his history than Americans ever
will, but they also revere age as we never have. Claude was
treated like royalty, yet remained as unassuming as ever.
Fiddler went to Washington, DC, and the
White House to accept a National Heritage Fellowship Award
in 1998, along with “Pops” Staples of the Staples Singers.
It was a delight to witness Pops’ first sighting of Claude
in the lobby of the Willard Hotel. His first words were, “How
old are you?” Fiddler was a very young 90 at that time. Pops
looked Claude over for a moment and then asked, “And you
don’t hurt or nothin’?”
To Claude Williams, each performance was
more than music, it was being respectful to an audience. He
always presented himself to his audience well-groomed,
smiling, and on time. In the smallest of joints he might
play, he dressed as if to meet heads of state. It was part
of the job of his sidemen to have shined shoes.
By the late 1980s, Claude may have had a
thousand people in Lincoln who considered themselves to be
his friend – and who he honored by treating them as his
friends. By the late 1990s, he had the same sort of family
of friends in New York City.
Claude played his accessible swing and
entertained in a way that made his fortunate audiences grin
and tap their feet -- he would often say he didn't like to
play music "over people's heads." Sorry Claude – we can
still hear you, and you are definitely over our heads now.
History on Claude “Fiddler” Williams can
be found at
www.hotjazznyc.com
©2004 Russ Dantzler
Selected Discography
As leader:
"Swingin'
the Blues" (Bullseye Blues & Jazz
division of Rounder, 2000, recorded
1999)
"King of
Kansas City" (Progressive Records, 1997,
recorded 1996)
"SwingTime
in New York" (Progressive Records, 1995,
recorded 1994)
"Live at
J's, Volumes 1 & 2" (Arhoolie, 1993,
recorded 1989)
"Call
for the Fiddler" (SteepleChase, 1976. CD
released 1994)
"Fiddler's Dream" (Classic Jazz 135,
1980, recorded 1977)
"Claude
Williams' Kansas City Giants" (Big Bear
Records, Bear 25, 1980, recorded 1979)
With other bands and leaders:
The
Lighting Bugs, "Stretchin' Out" (Buzz
Music, 1996)
Karrin
Allyson, "Azure-Te" (Concord, 1995)
Karrin
Allyson, "Collage" (Concord, 1996)
"Statesmen of Jazz" (American Federation
of Jazz Societies, 1995)
James
Chirillo, "You Have to Know How to Do
That" (Global Village, 1991)
"Jive at
Five: The Frankfurt Swing All Stars
featuring Claude Williams" (Bellaphon,
1989, recorded 1988)
"The
Count at the Chatterbox" (LP, Archives
Recordings, 1974)
"Man
From Muskogee with Jay McShann"
(Sackville, 1972, CD released 1994)
Count
Basie, "The Complete Decca Recordings" (GRP,
1992)
"Andy
Kirk and his 12 Clouds of Joy"
(Brunswick, 1930 and Classics 655)
Compilations:
"Masters
of the Folk Violin" (Arhoolie, 1995)
"Eastwood After Hours" (Malpaso/Warner
Bros., 1997)
"Kansas
City Joys" (LP, Sonet, 1976)
"Black
and Blue," soundtrack (DRG, 1989)
"The
Blues. . A Real Summit Meeting" (Buddah
Records, 1973)
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Claude Williams entered my life when I was turning 20. It
was astounding that
this vibrant man over 40 years my senior, now the last known
active musician to have recorded jazz in the 1920s, was
always so open minded and curious, so completely alive.
Until recently, I had always thought of him as younger than
myself.
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