Monthly Archive for December, 2005

Listening

Sometimes as a music teacher, one finds themselves falling into the familiar pitfalls of their students. I am the worst offender of the “do as I say, not as I do” teaching philosophy. I am trying hard to overcome my personal hang-ups in order to be more of the “lead by example” type of instructor, but it’s easier said than done.

One sobering lesson for any musician is realizing that the answers to all of our musical problems lie in the music itself. Sometimes, we look everywhere but the music. We look in method books, music schools, bizarre technical exercises, hand-strengthening gadgets– we look everywhere but the recordings. If someone said they wanted to learn how to solo like Charlie Parker, the Omnibook would be a good marker stone on your way to accomplish that task, but you have no business reading down those solos until you’ve actually listened to them. I mean really listened to them, over and over again. The answers are all on the records.

Since I began teaching at the Governor’s School, I have been on a personal mission to really improve my Jazz playing. In the past, I’ve fallen into the same pitfalls: giving myself academic assignments like writing out bass lines or analyzing charts. These techniques have proved valuable and have worked for me in the past to achieve a greater understanding of Jazz, but they have not directly affected my ability to play the music competantly. A couple of nights ago I just sat down with my bass, put on “Speak No Evil” by Wayne Shorter and, just deliberately, played along like I would do with James Brown or The Meters. I did eventually take the real book out to help with some of the changes, but because I was relating them directly to the music my sense of form was being challenged by the natural push and pull of the rhythm section. I found myself listening more the the phrasing of the musicians and the dialouge between them — not just the act of playing the right notes or knowing how one chord works with the next, but how everything works with everything. Thats what Jazz is all about. Jazz is about self-expression to the fullest extent of the word.

Let me make something clear, this isn’t the first time I played along with a Jazz recording, it’s just the first time it made sense to me. I’ve played Jazz with people, in bands, in front of audiences, and it didn’t make sense. I thought it made sense, but now I know that it didn’t. The lightbulb was on, but it wasn’t very bright. I was still thinking like an R&B guy, or a Rock guy, or a Latin guy, like an overintellectualizing musician who places one style of music way above all of the others.

The truth is that all music is working from the same language. There are different contexts, under which you would use different phrasings, rhythms, and note choices (much like the difference between writing a letter to grandma and writing a cover letter to a resume– same language, different context). This is evident to anyone who plays the bass and notices that “root-fifth” concepts are rampant throughout literally every style of music but slightly different in each.

I would not have come to this revelation without listening to recordings, but I may not have found the answers in the records if I had not been playing in bands and practicing on my own. These approaches are all valuable and essential in the progress of a musician, but we have to remember to be sensible about our discipline. A musician plays music and listening to music provides all of the questions and answers we could possibly need.

Spit Years

Spit YearsI stopped in Relative Theory for the first time in a couple of weeks to check out their polaroid gallery entitled “The Spit Years.” This gallery is a collection of polaroids taken since the store’s opening, featuring the “scene kids” of the store’s “punk house” years (thats my description, not theirs). I don’t know if this gallery signifies any milestone changes occuring in the store– I haven’t been going in very regularly for the last six months.

I’ve been a customer at Relative since the store opened two years ago, but I do not hang out at the store as regularly as I used to, and not as regularly as I would like. As a casual friend of J-Dub and Diamond Dave, I have watched the store struggle to do something never before accomplished in the Hampton Roads Area. Some of their lofty ambitions have become unprecedented realities (for Norfolk, anyway) and some have turn into serious disapointments. Still, through their success and failures I think this store has made Hampton Roads a better place for a previously unspokenfor contingent of the Tidewater Area..

I’m sure if I put the effort into it I would be more inclined to include myself in their extended family of bartenders, musicians, artists, DJs, B-Boys and deadbeats, but this owing a ton of money thing has really cramped my ability to have a good time and my attendence has been scarce at the store’s functions.

I believe polaroids are like the vinyl record of photography. No matter how camera technology advances, we will be attracted to the nostalgia encapsulated in a single polaroid. Something about the washed out color of a polaroid always makes it look 20 years old. Seeing these particular polaroids made me kind of misty-eyed, which, I know, is ridiculous. But seeing them made me miss seeing shows at the store, sticking around for the after hour bro-down sessions, and getting the occasional drink at Empire on Granby Street with my new friends.

Looking at these hundreds of pictures, I remembered all of the fun I’ve had at the store over a relatively (sic) short amount of time. I felt like I was looking at a high school year book, except I remembered these people much more fondly. The good news is that RelTheRec isn’t over like high school and I’m sure those dudes are ready to serve up some good times this very moment.

“The Spit Years” is going on from Dec 3rd to Jan. 4th. Go check it out and be on the lookout for the “Cherry Bandit.”

Here’s their address:

Relative Theory Records
271 Granby Street (2nd Floor)
Norfolk, VA 23510

Oreo Jingle

oreoOne of my best friends from college, Chris Chatham, is a member of an a cappella group called Blue Jupiter. They have been struggling for a few years now with line-up changes and typical band problems. Chris is among the most gifted and talented musicians I know, and may very well be the most gifted musician I am close friends with. Despite my obvious respect for him and his talents, I have given him non-stop shit about being in an a cappella group. My personal philosophy of what music is and what music can do, will not allow me to be involved with the kind of audiences that listen to that corny crap. I mean, I don’t feel like I am above it… well maybe I do… ok, I do… but, I just don’t think there is much to prove in the a cappela scene. Even if you’re the best a cappella group in the world, who cares? It’s like being the best wigwam builder or Rubix Cube solver. Besides, humans have been singing without accompaniment for centuries, thats why we started making instruments.

And, let’s be honest, if Jud Jud isn’t making records anymore, then every cappella group should pack it in, because they took a cappella music somewhere it had never gone before (and where no one should ever venture again).

Anyway, in spite of my ribbing, back in October, Blue Jupiter won a contest to breathe new life into the classic Oreo Cookie jingle from the 80’s (a personal favorite of mine). So, yeah, that’s kind of a big deal! I mean, I like Oreos. I like them a lot. I also like it when my friends can feed themselves on something besides Oreos. So, really I am happy for his success.

But, I still think a cappella music is for old ladies and 20-year-old virgins.

I can’t find a recording of the new jingle on the web yet. If anyone has a link for it, put it in a comment.