[Dixielandjazz] Wynton / Lincoln Center / Tonight PBS TV-USA

[Steve barbone]

If you begrudge Wynton Marsalis his success, then delete this article right
now, because it will make you will eat your heart out. Otherwise, note the
TREMEMDOUS INFLUENCE, this man has on JAZZ and the impact he has had in its
GROWTH.   

In his quest to become a mover and shaker for the genre, he has sacrificed
himself as an player and band leader. In some ways that is unfortunate, IMO
because like Gunther Schuller, I believe WM is the finest Jazz trumpeter on
the planet. But, he has not developed his own voice "musically" because of
his passion and concentration of effort in moving the the entire genre
forward. 

While many of us snipe at him for one stupid reason or another.

Tonight, PBS TV in Philadelphia (Channel 12) has an hour of the opening
program from Lincoln Center at 10:30 PM. Check your local listing.

Cheers,
Steve Barbone

October 18, 2004 - NY Times - By BEN RATLIFF

The Making of a Jazz Statesman

As Jazz at Lincoln Center prepares for the first concert tonight at its new
digs - three theaters in the Time Warner Center on Columbus Circle - Wynton
Marsalis, its trumpet-playing star and artistic director, is behaving
increasingly statesmanlike.

Sixteen years ago, when he fought for the organization to be taken
seriously, his forceful pronouncements about the jazz tradition nearly split
its fan base in half. Some sided with his view that jazz had lost its core
identity, diluted by rock, funk, electronics and abstraction, and that it
needed stern corrective measures before it could grow. Others saw Mr.
Marsalis as a purist scold who wished to write all the innovations since the
mid-1960's out of jazz's official history.

Now, with Jazz at Lincoln Center as the most powerful nonprofit jazz
institution in the world, with a responsibility to its donors for the $128
million it took to build the halls, his declarations, and his answers to
criticism, have become temperate and more like coalition-building.

"John Lewis said that even to complain about what somebody has done to you
is a form of egotism," Mr. Marsalis said recently in an interview in
Manhattan, referring to the pianist of the Modern Jazz Quartet, one of many
jazz heroes - Dizzy Gillespie, Art Blakey, Elvin Jones - who have counseled
him since he was a teenager.

He started playing gigs when he was 12 and says he has never lost faith in
himself. "Not only have I never lost it," he said, "it's never been shaken."

These days Mr. Marsalis, who turns 43 today, enjoys a kind of attention that
has little precedent in jazz, and so does Jazz at Lincoln Center. It has
3,500 subscriptions, which are expected to bring in $1.5 million this
season. During Mr. Marsalis's stewardship, the nonprofit jazz institution
has gone beyond its initial goals - the creation of a canon for jazz history
and the drive to give the genre more dignity - to make it as respected by
the public as classical music is. Now the arts complex appears to be more
focused on the expansion of jazz into other disciplines - dance, opera,
drama - and exposing jazz to the world through its educational resources.

As a musician, an ideologue and an arts administrator, Mr. Marsalis has
created jobs and an official spot for jazz in New York where there was none,
with the cooperation of the city, which gave $30 million to the new complex.

He may also be the most recognizable jazz musician in the street, the only
one to win a Pulitzer Prize, in 1997, and one of the few who can easily sell
out a midsize theater in this country and abroad.

Yet as Mr. Marsalis has flourished in the realm of plush-theater culture,
luxury-goods sponsorships, official ceremonies, television specials and
books of reminiscence and advice, his ground-level influence as a bandleader
in the jazz scene has declined.

His transformation is akin to that of a stunningly talented ballplayer who
takes a job in the team's front office. Musicians do not talk about his work
nearly as much as they did 20 years ago. The question of whether Mr.
Marsalis has been good for jazz has become an institutional one more than an
aesthetic one.

"Jazz is not merely music," is how he put it in a recent statement drafted
for the opening of the new halls. "Jazz is America - relationships,
communication and negotiations." When he pops up as a sideman, he becomes
news on the grapevine. In many ways he has become an entity above and around
the daily jazz world, yet not quite in it: "a bookkeeper, keeping the
history present," as the trumpeter Leron Thomas put it.

Mr. Marsalis is competitively interested in setting an example and plays
constantly. He performed so much over the summer, at festival dates in
Europe and Canada and after-concert jam sessions at hotels, that his lip
became inflamed. He canceled a performance in June at the Montreal Jazz
Festival, minutes before it started. "I never had physical problems with my
chops before," he said. "And I never canceled a gig before." His doctor told
him to take a month's rest from the horn.

He had enough to keep him busy: composing a commissioned piece, "Suite for
Human Nature," with a libretto by the lyricist Diane Charlotte Lampert, for
December; rehearsing with the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra; finishing a new
book; and editing two new records. "With my life in general, I just keep
going," he said. 

"It's all one thing," he continued. "My personal body of work is part of it.
I put an extreme amount of effort into it. After 15 or 20 years of that, it
becomes you. That's something Art Blakey told me. I was asking him how he
plays with intensity every time. He said: 'If that's the only way you play,
that's the only way you play. You become what you do.' "

Mr. Marsalis was born in Kenner, La., in 1961 and moved with his family to
New Orleans, about 20 miles east, during his high school years. He came from
an imposing musical family: his father, Ellis Marsalis, was a well-known
jazz pianist and educator, and three of his five brothers eventually became
professional musicians.

He came to New York in 1979 to enter Juilliard after graduating from high
school and was immediately recognized around the jazz scene as a virtuoso.
"I can't think of any other musician at all who had that kind of buzz when
he came to town," said the trumpeter Steven Bernstein, who arrived in New
York the same week.

The buzz about Mr. Marsalis's virtuosity continued for nearly a decade:
through his tenure with Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers, the establishment of
his own quartet, his output on Columbia Records and albums like "Black Codes
>From the Underground" and "J Mood," which jazz musicians paid close
attention to in the mid-80's.

By 1988, his role in jazz began to change, as did his music. It was the year
he helped formulate a series of concerts at Lincoln Center, then called
"Classical Jazz." In his own work he reached back further, to the blues and
Duke Ellington and the New Orleans ritual of the funeral parade, to create
longer and more complex forms. He began playing more slowly, and his
pronouncements about jazz and culture became broader and more trenchant. He
was raising the stakes.

That year he also wrote an article for The New York Times headlined "What
Jazz Is - and Isn't." Mr. Marsalis argued for a hierarchy of talent. He held
that critics and audiences had adopted a destructive openness that had led
to a fundamental misunderstanding of jazz. He named rock, new-age music, pop
and "third-stream" fusions of jazz and classical as weakening agents. "There
may be much that is good in all of them," Mr. Marsalis wrote, "but they
aren't jazz." He contended that nothing new would be created without a
knowledge of what was old.

His pronouncements engendered a bitter debate about his intentions: did Mr.
Marsalis want to help the music or own it? Did he sufficiently respect the
last 40 years of jazz? He began to rise above the conversation. "Jazz is not
fragmented," he said in a 1992 interview, at a moment when musicians often
talked bitterly about "Wynton's house" and when the now-arcane term
"downtown jazz" was code for anything too far afield to be played at Lincoln
Center. 

Today, Mr. Marsalis rarely issues outright challenges, and the concert
programming of Jazz at Lincoln Center, the most controversial part of an
organization that does many things, has broadened. He has explored the music
of Cuba, Brazil and Argentina, presenting programs that venture far from
American swing roots. In 2002 and 2004, he presented concerts dealing with
two important jazz figures of the last 40 years that many resented him for
overlooking: Charles Mingus and Ornette Coleman.

Lately, he talks and writes about how great swaths of music in the world are
closely related, through drones, repetition and groups of meter. "I wouldn't
say that he's mellowing," says André Ménard, the artistic director of the
Montreal Jazz Festival. "But his hard shell of traditionalism has kind of
broken open." 

Mr. Marsalis's music has grown in scale and ambition over the last decade.
"Blood on the Fields," the 1997 Pulitzer-winning oratorio, was a three-hour
work on slavery; "All Rise," from 1999, for jazz band, orchestra and choir,
reflected on the end of the millennium. Both projects were commissioned by
Lincoln Center, but he is driven by his own discipline.

He is known as a controlling bandleader. "I've known him since I was 13, and
now I'm 31," said Eric Lewis, the pianist for the Lincoln Center Jazz
Orchestra as well as Mr. Marsalis's quartet. "I had to prove myself over and
over again. Of all the bands I've been in, his world was the most strict,
the most difficult to experience freedom within. The level of technical
proficiency I've had to come to in order to disengage all of the security
cameras and laser beams and motion detectors that he's coming with - all
that has made me a very strong musician."

Though plenty of people in jazz begrudge Mr. Marsalis his success, a few
feel that he has not played to his own strengths as a musician. In 1979,
when Mr. Marsalis was 17, Gunther Schuller, the composer and historian of
classical music and jazz, accepted Mr. Marsalis for the summer program at
Tanglewood and remained a friend and mentor for years after. "There is no
better trumpet player on the face of this earth," Mr. Schuller said. "This
guy is beyond belief, what he can do both in classical music and in jazz,
technically. But in general I think that Wynton has not grown, has not
developed to the extent that I thought he would, in terms of inventiveness
and originality as a player and as a composer."

"Ten years ago," Mr. Schuller continued, "I told him: 'You know, Wynton, one
of these days you've got to take the trumpet out of your mouth. Go somewhere
and think. You're on a merry-go-round of incredible success and financial
well-being, but one of these days you should think of your long-range
development.' " 

Mr. Marsalis does not see it that way. Asked if he was shortchanging his
ability to do his own thing, he reacted strongly. "This is my own thing," he
said. "I could play solos all night if I wanted to, and I like playing
fourth trumpet in a big band, too."

Then his answer turned almost Buddhist: "There's no part of the music or
what we do that's not my thing. If it's just sitting in the trumpet section,
if it's soloing, if it's education, if it's teaching a private lesson or
talking to a kid whose parents have waited with him after a gig, if it's
playing 'Happy Birthday' on the phone for an 8-year old. It's all a part of
my thing."