Fifty weeks of jazz
Rightâthe holidays are over, the Christmas tree is fuel for the fire, and the worst of the NYE champagne bottle shards have been swept up; it's time to get serious. As in, resolutions.
Over the past few months I've been trying to listen to more jazz. I can't quite remember what started this whole project, but now I won't rest until I've achieved my own transcendental jazz trance.
As it so happens, while checking out the local flea market recently I chanced upon some very relevant box sets, comprising some fifty classic jazz albums.
So here's the plan: at one album per week, that gives me about a year of autodidactic jazz education, plus a buffer at the end for some self-reflection. I don't have a textbook or any other proper guide; I'm just going to listen to the albums, binge some Wikipedia pages, and see where that gets me in a year.
Fair warning: this post is just going to be me brain-dumping my uneducated, undiscerning thoughts on these albums. I don't imagine it will be entertaining or useful in any way for literally anybody else, but hey, you're the one reading it. If, for some misguided reason you do want to follow along, there's a dedicated feed for just this project in addition to the overall blog feed, as well as a separate section of the site.
Table of contents
- Louis Armstrong Plays W. C. Handy
- Sarah Vaughan in HiâFi
- The Jazz Messengers
- Lady in Satin
- Kind of Blue
- Time Out
- First Time! The Count Meets the Duke
- Parole E Musica
- Tijuana Moods
- Chet Is Back!
- Monk's Dream
- Sonny Meets Hawk!
- At Newport '63
- Two of a Mind
- Together Again!
- It's Uptown
- Nina Simone Sings the Blues
- Piano Starts Here
- Concert by the Sea
- Head Hunters
- The Best of Two Worlds
- Jaco Pastorius
- Heavy Weather
- Marsalis Standard Time, Volume 1
- Bird: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
- Ellington Uptown
- Jazz Goes to College
- Satch Plays Fats: A Tribute to the Immortal Fats Waller
- âRound About Midnight
- The Sound of Jazz
- Mingus Ah Um
- Desmond Blue
- The Bridge
Week 1: Louis Armstrong Plays W. C. Handy
Not really knowing anything about these box sets in advance, I embarked on this project with some trepidation that I had signed myself up for fifty weeks of crap. By the end of this album's first track, I was a believer.
The top-notch musicianship and Satchmo's1 trademark gravelly crooning are already reason enough to listen, but I can't emphasize enough how much fun this album is: the frequent banter between Louis and Velma Middleton is charming, and the whole thing is joyous and downright raucous throughout. I mean, just listen to this laugh:
One thing I don't understand: W. C. Handy was the "Father of the Blues," and most of the songs here have "blues" in the titleâobviously there's lots of shared heritage between jazz and blues, but where exactly does that dividing line lie? And what is this exactly?
Favourite track: St. Louis Blues
Week 2: Sarah Vaughan in HiâFi
This one is a slower burn for me: obviously Sarah Vaughan is an incredibly talented vocalist, but this doesn't quite get my blood pumping like the last album; sometimes her melodies go a little too all over the place for my taste. That said, I'd gladly put this on for a nice romantic dinner (skip "Mean to Me" in that case, though).
Also, apparently Miles Davis is playing the trumpet for most of these tracks? We'll get back to him soon enoughâŠ
Favourite track: Nice Work If You Can Get It
Week 3: The Jazz Messengers
After Ms. Vaughan's lovely but somewhat sedate tunes, I was hoping for this week to bring a little more energy, and The Jazz Messengers definitely delivered on that front. Wikipedia tells me we're in hard bop territory now, and it's not hard to hear why it might've earned that moniker.
Art Blakey is undeniably a monster on the drums, but some of his solos end up sounding a little⊠samey to me? Take the first big solo from Infra-Rae: it starts to get repetitive for me in a way that I've never felt when listening to say, Neil Peart. Listen for yourself and see if you agree:
Not too much more to say on this one, other than that I'm glad to have some high-tempo, vocal-free jazzâgood music for when you really need to get something done. Oh, and "Carol's Interlude" on this album really reminds me of "Epistrohpy" from another Monk/Coltrane album I have.
Favourite track: Hank's Symphony
Week 4: Lady in Satin
Given that the primary feature here is a solo female vocalistâBillie HolidayâI couldn't help but compare this album to the earlier Sarah Vaughan album. I prefer this one: the lush orchestral backing really helps create a sweeping, dramatic sense of romance, as opposed to Vaughan's lighter, airier mood.
Immediately, one can hear some fragility and rasp in Holiday's voice; she comes across as much more "mature" than Vaughan to my ears. What I hadn't realized was the sad explanation: at the time of the recording, Holiday was in poor health, after having weathered decades of damage from alcohol, hard drugs, and abusive relationships. She recorded this album in February 1958 and passed away barely 18 months later. The critical consensus seems to be that the album packs a huge emotional punch, but that Holiday had lost some of her range and force by this pointâI'd like to return to her earlier work and compare for myself.
I suspect this album will also hold a special place in my heart owing to the circumstances of my first listen: not wanting to miss a week, I had copied this album to my phone in advance of a trip to the Netherlands; I listened to it together with my wife on the train as we watched the Dutch countryside go by.
Two miscellaneous closing thoughts:
- It's a dang shame that she never had a chance to sing a Bond theme (and not only because that would up the BillieâBond count to two).
- Thanks to Wikipedia, I learned that there's a crater on Venus named after her.
Favourite track: For Heaven's Sake
Week 5: Kind of Blue
We're into the heavy hitters nowâthis is one of the few jazz albums I picked up prior to this experiment, based on its universal praise. What is there for me to say that hasn't already been said? It's Kind of Blueâif any album is jazz, it's this one.
From what I've been able to gather online, Kind of Blue is notable for pioneering modal jazz (in response to hard bop). My limited understanding is that in hard bop, melodies were largely driven by quick chord progressions: soloists displayed their incredible virtuosity by continually adapting to the rapidly shifting tonal centre dictated by the chord changes. In contrast, modal jazz uses very few, slow-moving chordsâgiving soloists more latitude to develop their melodies without being constrained by the strictures of the chord progression. (As for what exactly musical "modes" are and what their significance is, I still don't have a clear understanding.)
I'm sure I'll be listening to and learning from this one for many years to come, along with the rest of the world.
Favourite track: So What
Week 6: Time Out
This album was an immediate revelation for me. I've listened to some great stuff already, but Time Out had me hooked from the first few barsâthe opening rhythm of Blue Rondo Ă la Turk is now permanently tattooed on my brain. Perhaps that's no coincidence; Time Out's primary innovation is its usage of time signatures that were previously uncommon in jazz (e.g., 9 8 in Blue Rondo Ă la Turk; 5 4 in Take Five). If, like me, you're struggling to understand the nuances of 9 8 rhythm, here's a helpful explanatory video from Wikipedia:
Got it? Good.
Another thing that stood out to me was how⊠classical this album sounds? Even on my first listen, something here struck me as familiar in a way I hadn't experienced with the earlier albums.
One more embed before we go: Canadian film animator Steven Woloshen produced a short film set to Take Five that I think is pretty neat:
Favourite track: Blue Rondo Ă la Turk
Week 7: First Time! The Count Meets the Duke
As previously mentioned, I had listened to a grand total of three jazz albums before setting out on this expedition. We've already encountered Kind of Blue; one of the other two was Side by SideâSide by Side was mostly a Johnny Hodges album, but they stamped his better-known bandleader Ellington's mug on the cover, presumably to juice the sales.
I bring all of this up because this week's album features some of the same suspects: Ellington has gathered together his big band (Hodges included), but they're not alone: Count Basieâanother big band luminaryâis on set with his crew, and out to wage Big Band "Battle Royal" (sic)! The stereo mix is intended to capture the conflict: Basie's group is heard on left channel, while Ellington's is on the right.2 To my undiscerning ear, the result sounds as cooperative as it does antagonistic, but that doesn't stop it from being a blast through and through. At peak moments, the brass can get a little screechy; I don't think it's ever over the top but my wife is not on board with it. (E.g., listen to the climax of Battle Royalâit's on the verge of cacophony, but I think it remains on the "impassioned finale" side of the line.)
I've bandied about "big band" above with any proper explanation, so I suppose I ought to fill in some of those details: big band is exactly what it sounds likeâa musical ensemble for jazz that consists of at least ten (and often 17 or more) musicians (usually divided into saxophones, trumpets, trombones, and rhythm). Compared to earlier jazz ensembles (which typically comprised 4â5 musicians), big bands were obviously larger, but also had a greater focus on written compositions (owing to the increased difficulty of coordinating solos across a much bigger group). Big bands reached peak popularity in the late 1930s/early 1940s alongside "swing," the subgenre of jazz they usually played. Swing was very popular at dance halls; as you might guess from the name, it features a "swinging" rhythm (usually by accenting the second and fourth beats). Both Duke Ellington and Count Basie were both highly regarded big band leaders who shaped the development of swing (Ellington in particular was also a prolific composer and arranger).
tl;dr:
- Big band
- Jazz group of at least ten musicians (probably more).
- Swing
- Subgenre of jazz with a strong emphasis on a "swinging" rhythm; frequently played at dance halls.
Favourite track: Wild Man (aka Wild Man Moore)3
Week 8: Parole E Musica
Eight weeks in, and we've arrived at a dubious honour: this is the first album where the top-billed performer (Helen Merrill in this case) is still aliveâas I write this in February 2025, she's a sprightly 95 years old according to Wikipedia. Perhaps more excitingly, we've also got our first duplicate track: we first heard "You Don't Know What Love Is" in week 4 (I give the edge to Merrill).
This album has an interesting gimmick. For each "song," there's two tracks: the first is a spoken word version of the song's lyrics in Italian; the second is the real song (with Merrill singing in English). Is it completely unnecessary and self-indulgent? Yes. Do I love it, and does it make me pretend I'm living on the Amalfi Coast in Ripley? Also yes.
Also, this is the third album to feature a lovely leading lady, and I have a confession to make: while there's no denying the sublimity of Merrill's singing, it's pretty clear to me by now that this isn't what I want out of my jazzâI'd almost always sooner reach for any of the instrumental albums we've heard, or Armstrong's bombastic vocals.
One final bit of trivia for the week: this might be the first you've heard of Helen Merrill, but you surely know one of her son's songs: he wrote the original version of "I Love Rock 'n' Roll."
Favourite track: Why Don't You Do It Right
Week 9: Tijuana Moods
Charles Mingus was another one of those "big names" from the jazz world that I recognized, but had never actually listened to until this week. Tijuana Moods sounds quite different than anything else we've heard so far; I'd describe it as more assertive and even a bit combative at times (though smooth elsewhere; e.g., on "Flamingo"). This certainly isn't "easy listening;" compared to the other albums it feels less eager to please the listener and more experimentalâmaybe it's fair to call it a concept album? As you might've guessed, the album was inspired by Mingus' time in Tijuana; throughout the album, even my ignorant ears can clearly discern the Latin beats and motifs getting the blood pumping as the jazz takes off.
But the track that's stuck with me the most isn't even from the original release of the album. "A Colloquial Dream (Scenes in the City)" was only added on some later CD releases: it's nearly 11 minutes long and merges jazz with spoken-word poetry; it features a down-on-his luck narrator recounting his love for jazz and his struggles living in Harlem. At first, I didn't like it, and I wasn't convinced it was likeable by anyoneâa fun novelty, sure, but is this still even music? But after listening to the album all week long, propinquity did its thing, and that narrator now lives rent-free in my head (a good development for him given his situation with the landlady). This isn't the kind of song you can blast at the gym or put on your party playlist, but if you're in a ruminative moodâpossibly with a dram of whisky in handâthere's a real depth of soul here.
Now catch this⊠DIG!
Favourite track: A Colloquial Dream (Scenes in the City)
Week 10: Chet Is Back!
Ooh, this sounds pretty different to me than what we've heard so far. I think that's mostly due to the appearance of electric guitar in a few tracks and more prominent bass throughoutâit strikes me as more "modern" overall? The song that most captured my attention was "Ballata in forma di blues," written for the album by Amedeo Tommasi (who also plays piano on the album); something about that starting chord progression had me completely transfixed. Interestingly, almost none of the other songs on the album were original compositions. They're almost exclusively covers, including a Thelonious Monk track (remember that name) and that perennial favourite, Over the Rainbow.
After eight instrumental tracks, I wasn't expecting the vocals on the last four (all sung by Baker himself). There's a good reason for thatâthose four tracks weren't on the original album release; they were a series of "orchestral pop tracks" that Baker later recorded with Ennio Morricone. (Yes, that Ennio Morricone.) Regardless, they've got a calm charm of their own that complements the more upbeat earlier tracks. I'm glad they were added for this CD reissue.
As for Chet Baker the man, he seems to have been the poster boy for everything your high school's anti-drug program said would happenâwith his boyish good looks and multifold musical talents, surely the world was young Chet's oyster! Unfortunatelyâlike many of his contemporaneous jazzmenâChet developed a heroin addiction early in his career and spent the rest of his life in and out of jail. He died at age 58 after apparently falling out of a hotel window while high.
As if that wasn't sad enough, Wikipedia's biography of Chet includes the sentence "Baker was an irresponsible and distant father," with a footnote. Dear reader, I will be a father myself soon, and while I am sure I will make more than my own fair share of mistakes, I'm hoping not to foul it up to the point that it's citation-worthy.
One more obligatory random connection. Remember when I said that listening to Parole E Musica made me feel like I was in Ripley? Turns out I was a couple of weeks earlyâin the 1999 movie The Talented Mr. Ripley (based on the same source material as the 2024 miniseries), Matt Damon impersonates a Chet Baker recording.
Favourite track: Ballata in forma di blues
Week 11: Monk's Dream
Moms didn't dig [jazz], she just didn't go for it
Bird, Miles, and Max⊠she couldn't see it
Morning, afternoon, night, or anytime
That is, until I played her some Monk one night, late
I played her some Monk!
âThelonious, that is
And now Mom spends many of her nights in Tunisia
â"A Colloquial Dream (Scenes in the City)"
I suppose you can tell that Thelonious Monk is a big name given that I've already alluded to him three times so far before actually getting to one of his own albums.
In retrospect, I can see that I came to this album with misplaced expectations. Knowing how revered Monk is and that this is one of his best-known albums, I was expecting something more avant-gardeâsomething challenging and foreign; something that had moved jazz as a whole forward. Instead it's a⊠very fun and dare I say approachable listen? If someone wanted to dip their toes into jazz, this seems like a pretty reasonable recommendation to me.
Everything that I've read about Monk mentions his idiosyncratic approach to pianoâhis percussive attacks on the keys, "angular" melodies, and emphatic use of dissonance and silence. I'm still too much of a neophyte to discern those in any sophisticated way; I can hear the dissonance come through in places (particularly in "Body and Soul"), but I doubt I could pass a blind "is it Monk?" test.
Perhaps the above makes it sound like I'm down on the album, which isn't the case. There's a lot of fun and whimsy here; I particularly like the scratchy sax in "Bright Mississippi" and the main jaunty melodic line it features. "Bye-Ya" and "Sweet and Lovely" also stand out because I know them from an earlier album (not featured in our 50-week journey)âin "Sweet and Lovely" I prefer the halting ritardando ending on Monk's Dream to the chromatic (?) flourishes on the other album.
But overall, I'm leaving this week with a renewed appreciation for Tijuana MoodsâI think that's closer to what I wanted Monk's Dream to be. Maybe by the end of this project I'll be able to better appreciate Monk's genius in its own right.
Favourite track: Bright Mississippi4
Week 12: Sonny Meets Hawk!
Ah, the saxophone: I'm sure we can all agree, objectively one of the best instruments. And this week we're treated to a sax masterclass: as the back cover helpfully explains, we've got Sonny Rollins ("the 'boss' of modern tenor sax") on the left channel, and Coleman Hawkins ("the father of jazz saxophone") on the right.5 These are indisputably two masters of the instrument, live in improvisational conversation with one another, and what a conversation it is.
But first! Since we're on the topic of the saxophone, there's something I positively have to get out of my system. Please enjoy this series of increasingly absurd fun facts that never fail to delight me:
- The saxophone was invented in the early 1840s by Adolphe Sax. So it really just is a "Sax-o-phone." For some reason I always thought it'd be deeper than that.
- But Sax didn't stop at his phone: he also graced us with his saxhorn, saxtuba, andâwho could forget?âthe dulcet saxotromba. Also, this thing:

"Six-valved trombone by Adolphe Sax," as photographed by Wikipedia user Rama, Cc-by-sa-2.0-fr
- But those pitiful horns could only deafen a man at close range. Sax had greater ambitions: his "Saxtonnerre" (a locomotive-powered⊠organ?) was designed to be heard all across Paris, without any amplification. (This one never made it past the concept stage.)
- At this point, you might have pigeonholed Sax as a designer of niche instruments. Not so; he was a true renaissance manâwhen he saw the devastation wrought by prolonged sieges in war, he designed the perfect solution: a cannon so giant that rather than besiege a city, one could simply level the entire city with a single shot. He called itâall together now!âthe "Saxocannon." Mercifully, it was never built.6
Even by my loose standards, that's a signficant digression. How's the actual album this week?
It's a hoot and a holler! And a times a screech, and also occasionally a⊠plaintive whine? Point is, there's lots of sounds coming out of the saxophones, including a bunch that I wasn't expecting and a few that frankly I don't associate with competent saxophonists. And yet somehow, it all works? I mean, just listen to this snippet from the end of "Lover Man":
You cannot tell me in good faith that no saxophones were hurt in the making of this album. But you also cannot tell me that their pain was in vain.
Favourite track: All the Things You Are
Week 13: At Newport '63
Enough of this American jazz hegemony! Martial Solal, "an Algerian-born Frenchman who plays more like an American than perhaps any other foreigner,"7 is here to show us a European take on jazz.
This album comes to us (mostly) live from the storied Newport Jazz Festivalâcharmingly, the back of the album explains that since the only festival slot available for Solal was too short for a full album, they pre-emptively recorded a rehearsal sequence and slapped the festival applause onto the end of those tracks "to make for more natural home listening." (Once you hear the same crowd whistling on half the tracks, you can't unhear it.)
Solal covers some well-trod standards in his set (e.g., "'Round Midnight", "Boplicity"), but the one that really caught my attention was an original composition of his: "Suite pour une frise." Don't be alarmed if the title makes no sense to you; as Martial himself put it: "If you don't understand French, I will make George Avakian to translate in the album notes." Avakian comes through, explaining that the piece is "inspired by an actual frieze; not a classical Greek one but a modern one painted on aluminum high on a modern glass-walled building in Brussels." I, however, needed things broken down even further; I had a vague recollection that a frieze is some architectural thing, but Wikipedia's definitionâ"even when neither columns nor pilasters are expressed, on an astylar wall it lies upon the architrave ('main beam') and is capped by the moldings of the cornice"8âleft me with more questions than answers.
Allow me to spare you my confusion: if a building has a flat part above some columns, and especially if the flat part has a nice design on it, that's a frieze, more or less. Of course, the natural follow-up question is: can we locate the exact frieze that so inspired Solal? Well, the French Wikipedia page for the song mentions that it was commissioned for the inauguration of a frieze by Ralph Cleeremans (which demonstrated Cleeremans' novel "aluchromie" technique that allowed fixing pigment to aluminum). I was able to track down some general information about Cleeremans' work, and while I'm doubtful it's the exact frieze in question, you can purchase one of his originals for a cool 4000 Euros.
But, ah, back to the song itself: "Suite pour une frise" leaps out of the gates with forceful energy, and it builds tension early on that keeps you on the edge of your seat. There's a couple great sections where the bass takes the spotlight, but above all else, this one puts Solal's virtuosity front and centre. For me, that last ingredient is the key piece hereâI deeply love the piano, but spartan jazz melodies on the keys just don't seem to grab me as much as they might on say, a saxophone. I'm a firm believer that if you can't play the prettiest notes, you ought to at least play the most notes, and on that metric, Solal does not disappoint. (Mind you, I'm not saying that the piano is inherently less musical than other instruments, as my wife would have you believeâa mournful Chopin is equally moving as a crooning sax, but I've yet to find the former properly represented in jazz.)
One final note: I love how much humanity a live recording captures. Yes, Solal's rhythms and melodies will continue to bounce around in my head, but so will his charming introductions ("âŠand now, Thelonious Monk's classique de jazz, 'Round Midnight"). I'm sure that to Solal, those off-hand remarks were an utterly forgettable part of the show, but on this album they can't help but colour the listener's overall perceptionsâan unintended improvisation, recorded for posterity.
Favourite track: Suite pour une frise
Week 14: Two of a Mind
After last week's saxophone detox, this week the jazz gods smiled upon me with a double helping. And after fourteen weeks, dare I say we're⊠learning? Check this out: this week's album features Paul Desmond and Gerry Mulligan. We know Desmond from Time Outâin fact, he composed "Take Five."9 Mulligan, on the other hand, enjoyed inspired collaborations with Chet Baker (though sadly Chet is Back! isn't one such example). What's more, the format of this album (two cooperating saxmen with a stereo channel apiece10) calls to mind Sonny Meets Hawk! from a couple of weeks ago.
My overall impression of Two of a Mind is that it's witty; several of these tracks are full of tongue-in-cheek "gotchas" (which, admittedly, are lost on me). Per Avakian's notes on the back of the album, "they will let you hear just enough of what you might expect to let you know that they know that you knowâand then they're off on a wholly fresh idea." Clever, but Desmond & Mulligan haven't made a fool of meâI'm too ignorant to be hoodwinked by their tricks. What's more, the title track is apparently meant to be another oblique musical reference for the true devotees. (Spoiler alert: the answer is front and centre on the album's Wikipedia page.)
That same wit shines through in the track names. Apparently, after hearing the rapid tempo on track 4, one of the audio engineers aptly suggested the title "Flight of the Bumblebee." Judy Holliday (an actress who was hanging out in the control room and would go on to marry Mulligan a year after this recording) retorted "or⊠Blight of the Fumblebee!"11 Now that is an A+ Spoonerism; a brilliant example of the comedic arts that we seek to advance here at the Simpsonian. Desmond was also known to partake himself: a lifelong womanizer, upon crossing paths with a former girlfriend he remarked "There she goesânot with a whim but a banker" (a Spooneristic allusion recalling Eliot's most famous stanza12).
As for the music itself, it's casual, friendly, and coordinated. Desmond's alto contrasts nicely with Mulligan's baritone; their counterpoint is on point.13 The electric guitar on "Untitled Blues Waltz" really got me tooâthere's an instrument that's been in short supply so far, so the extra funk it brings hits all the harder. Even so, I found myself longing for some of the rougher edges from Sonny Meets Hawk!. I can't quite put my finger on why: the best analogy I have is that Two of a Mind is a wonderfully blended ScotchâDesmond's own favoured Dewar's, perhapsâwhile Sonny Meets Hawk! is my beloved Laphroaig. Many people in many circumstances will prefer the smooth refinement of the formerâbut sometimes you want a bare-knuckled peat punch just to remind yourself that you're alive.
Favourite track: Untitled Blues Waltz
Week 15: Together Again!
Going into middle school, I needed to pick an instrument for music class. The choice was clear: I could barely get a whimper out of a flute, and my buzzing on the brass was no good, but by God could I wail on the saxophone. My father was only too happy to indulge my affinity for woodwind by purchasing me a⊠clarinet. Practicality ruled the day: a clarinet, you see, is significantly cheaper than a saxophone, and is just compact enough to be crammed into one's backpack for easy transportationâmy father had no sympathy for the fact that I idolized sexy sax man, not Squidward. I've been unpacking that trauma ever since.
It was surprising to me, then, to learn that all of that unpleasantness could have been avoided had someone simply played me this album all those years ago. Goodman is front and centre on the ol' licorice stick, and blows as hard as any another cat on the scene; there's no shortage of sax appeal here. As for the rest of the quartet: there's no bass (sad), but instead we've got double percussionâdrums and vibraphone (!)âto lay down a backbone, plus keys to fill everything out.
From the instrumentation alone, this one struck me as antiquated: nothing else we've heard so far emphasizes these particular instruments, and I can't help but find the combination slightly cheesy. Not in a bad way! It's always fun, and it does legitimately go hard, but clarinet and vibraphone sound so wholesome to me; overall it doesn't quite have the same edge as some other things we've listened to.
Am I right in deeming this sound "dated?" Sort of: Goodman's quartet first made it big around 1936, but this particular recording is an attempt to recapture that magic in 1964 (well after the group had splitâhence the "again" in Together Again!).14 Music had changed much in those intervening decades, thanks in no small part to Goodman himself: many consider his 1938 Carnegie Hall concert to be the event that elevated jazz from popular frippery to serious art music. Society had changed as well, and Goodman was involved there tooâhis racially integrated quartet was highly controversial and nearly unprecedented, but that didn't stop them from touring the South; by all accounts that I've read, Goodman unflinchingly insisted on the equal treatment of all band members at every stop along the way.
I'm not sure what the original reception to this album was in 1964, but I wouldn't be surprised if it mirrored my own: it's lovely music, but also clearly from another timeâa long-lost treasure unearthed from a forgotten time capsule. I suppose that's a reputation one only earns by doing something groundbreaking in the first place.
One final thought: while listening to this album, I kept feeling there was some kind of connection I couldn't quite place. By the end of the week I finally pieced it together: the theme from Monsters, Inc. sounds like it could've come right out of a Goodman ensemble (albeit with soprano sax filling in for clarinet). And man, what a bop that theme is.
Favourite track: Dearest
Week 16: It's Uptown
Inside George Benson there are two wolves:
- the coolest cat you've ever seen, and
- the softest, most wholesome guy you've ever met.
In "Clockwise" he's laying down a lick on his electric guitar in tandem with the baritone sax, and hoo boy is it tasty. By contrast, "A Foggy Day" is a cover of a Gershwin song originally made popular by Fred AstaireâBenson's up-tempo take on it injects some much-needed pep, but that doesn't make it any less old-timey.
Many of the artists we've heard so far have been singular students of jazz, devoting their entire career to discovering and mapping her many details. Not so with Bensonâthere's no disputing his jazz bona fides (as evidenced by this album), but he also extensively recorded pop and R&B;15 many of the 10 (!) Grammys he's won come from those latter two genres. The aforementioned Cool Guy/Nice Guy dichotomy is present in his pop stuff too: in "Give Me The Night" he's about to sweep your girl off her feet and rollerskate16 her away into the Californian sunset, but in "Never Give Up on a Good Thing," relationship counselor Benson exhorts you to⊠never break up? (This is somewhat less surprising after learning that Benson is a Jehovah's Witness and is celebrating sixty years of marriage in 2025.)
But back to It's Uptown: this is the first album we've heard that makes the guitar the star of the show. I have mixed feelings about thatâit's hard to top the cool factor of a well-placed guitar riff, but I also find that the instrument struggles to evoke a certain mournful or plaintive tone that is so often core to jazz. That being said, the trusty six-string has other tricks up its sleeve. A great example is "Bullfight," where Benson starts by setting up a Latin beat with some dense, choppy rhythmic chords, then effortlessly transitions to the solo melody. Finally, it bears mentioning that although Benson came to fame as a prodigious guitarist, he's a great vocalist as wellâI find the lyrics of the selections on this album a bit cheesy, but I'm a fan of the clear, bright tone of his voice.
So until next week, follow Benson's example: be the baddest dude you can while still being a good guy.
Favourite track: Clockwise
Week 17: Nina Simone Sings the Blues
Perhaps more than any other artist we've heard thus far, Nina Simone defies categorization. Do we set her against the other female vocalists we've heard? On this album she sings the bluesâought we compare her to Louis? But of course, she was also a talented pianist, and we've heard a few of those as well; maybe they're a better fit?
The answer, of course, is obvious: any attempt to confine such a singular artist to a particular label is an exercise in futility. Simone's own description of her work was "black classical music [âŠ] It's a combination of gospel, pop, love songs, political songs, so it is black-oriented classical music, that's what it is." I wasn't aware of how deep her classical music training ranâSimone loved Bach in particular, and that influence isn't hard to hear in this fugal interlude from one of her live performances.
In Nina Simone Sings the Blues, we only get a small slice of her oeuvre (lacking many of her best-known songs), but it's a worthy one nonetheless. This week, let me take you through my favourite tracks from the album.
Buck
This song isn't even two minutes long, but Simone still manages to pack a lot in. The flirty lyrics and light-hearted, breezy vocals make it a fun listen, but my favourite part is the opening organ riff that forms the backbone of the song: it's such a groovy saunter down the keys, and a total earworm.
I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
If "Buck" was suggestive, this one is downright filthyâthe lyrics aren't subtle in their innuendo, which is especially surprising given that they're heavily based on a 1931 song. (Not a time I associate with free expression of feminine libido!)
This track puts the spotlight on Simone's vocals, and allows her softer side to shine. Simone had an incredible ability to channel powerful emotions (as we'll soon encounter), but this song shows she could be just as effective in a more subdued setting.
Backlash Blues
Here we arrive at a portrait of Nina the activist: a series of horrific murders in the 1960s spurred her to political advocacy; this song, with lyrics penned by her poet friend Langston Hughes is one such example. The protest here is an icy cool, not a fiery rageâthe guitar runs are gripping, and the whole piece drips with discontent (though not disempowerment).
The House of the Rising Sun
Surely you've heard The Animals' version of this folk classic. That's not the only time they crossed paths with Simoneâtheir cover of Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood was far more successful than Simone's original recording (which allegedly led to some tensions).
I find Simone's take here jauntier and less haunting than The Animals'âoverall I prefer the latter, but the bluesy roots come through more strongly in Simone's.
My Man's Gone Now
Far and away my favourite song of the album: every time I listen, it gives me full-body chills. I can't adequately describe this oneâyou'll need to listen for yourselfâbut the album notes give a good taste:
My Man's Gone Now was the last selection taped at the recording session. Miss Simone was physically and emotionally exhausted from previous recording, but she sat down at the piano and began to play and sing this moving "Porgy and Bess"17 tune. The bass picked it up. From somewhere she called up the stamina to deliver with even more intensity and spirit a rare, perfect performance in one take, which could not possibly be improved.
Simone's life wasn't an easy one: her famous temper repeatedly got her into serious trouble; near the end of her life that volatility was formalized in a diagnosis of bipolar disorder. In so many ways, she contained multitudes: despite our inclinations, her music and legacy defy tidy summarization. I'm very glad to have begun discovering her story this week.
Favourite track: My Man's Gone Now
Week 18: Piano Starts Here
Editor's note: we sincerely apologize for the disruption in our usual weekly publication schedule. We recently welcomed a new staff member at the Simpsonian and are very busy training himâwe're confident that he'll one day become a valued addition to the team, especially once he can feed, bathe, and clothe himself.
If someone says, "you have to listen to this," and the recording begins with a staticy hiss (as this one does), how should you react? In my opinion, you should be elated. Think of it this way: in 2025, we enjoy a surfeit of extremely high-quality audio recordings; if you want to hear a world-class pianist performing in optimal studio conditions, they're not in short supply. So if, despite that, someone recommends a low-quality recording, there must be something very special about the content. Piano Starts Here falls squarely into that camp.
Unfortunately I lack the time to dive deep into Tatum's life, so I'll confine myself to the basics: he plays like a man possessed, which you can confirm for yourself by listening to thirty seconds of his music. Many regard him as the greatest jazz pianist ever to have lived; many renowned pianists cite him as a formative influence. But what's more impressive to me is his legacy as an anti-influence: Wikipedia has a paragraph on all the musicians who heard Tatum play and found the skill gap so disheartening they gave up the piano entirely. One such flunky was Les Paul, so arguably Art Tatum invented the electric guitar?
Tatum's playing reminds me of only one other pianist: Vladimir Horowitz. Horowitz holds a special place in my heart because I stumbled upon him by pure chance: I purchased a used album of his from my local library on a whim and had my socks thoroughly knocked off the first time I listened to it. The best simile I can offer is that Horowitz's playing (especially in the upper register on the right hand) is like water pouring from a handcrafted teapot: a flow so steady, swift, and perfect that there's no telling where one note ends and the next begins. Tatum is the only other pianist I've heard who can match that lofty bar, and as it so happens, the two were contemporaries; I was delighted to read about some of their encounters here.
Favourite track: St. Louis Blues18
Week 19: Concert by the Sea
Wow, what a contrast with last week. Whereas Tatum astonishes with technical wizardry, Erroll Garner shows that less can be more; Tatum bowls the listener over with an incessant acoustic assault, while Garner makes the silences work just as hard as the notes themselves. By far my favourite feature of Garner's playing is when he really unleashes that booming, thundering bass from his left hand (like in "How Could You Do a Thing Like That to Me"). It feels almost sacrilegious to say, but I far prefer Garner's approach: I will forever be in awe of what Tatum could do on the keys, but Garner strikes me as simply more musical in the end.
That we even have this album is a happy accident: per Wikipedia, there were no plans to record it, but Garner's manager spied a tape recorder running backstage (placed by an enterprising taper); that tape eventually became this album. It was an especially fortunate happenstance for Garner's label, Columbiaâthe notes for the 2015 rerelease claim that the album brought in over a million dollars in sales by 1958 (three years after the original release). Not bad for a record with an out-of-tune piano and barely audible backing instruments!
As is tradition around here, allow me to offer a connection in closing: early on, we met Art Blakey, along with his Messengers. Blakey's widely considered to be one of the greatest jazz drummers of all time, and to some extent he has Garner to thank for that: according to Blakey, he started his career gigging on the piano, but that ended abruptly one night when the club owner ordered him onto the drums instead. One gets the impression that Blakey perhaps wasn't entirely enthusiastic about the request at firstâbut when the club owner pulled his pistol on Blakey, Blakey had a sudden change of heart. For whom was Blakey vacating the piano bench? You've already guessed it, of course: Erroll Garner.
Favourite track: Mambo Carmel19
Week 20: Head Hunters
What the funk is thisâœ
Right from the first listen, this has jumped into my personal top five albums from this project, and probably the top three. It's a total mind virus; I've been listening to it every day since. Once you have the opening lick in your eardrums, it's all over. There is simply no escaping it.
I don't have any particularly intelligent analysis (as usual); all there is to say is that the vibes here are immaculate. "Chameleon" makes me want to stalk around Manhattan at 2 a.m. "Watermelon Man" makes me want to drive around like that old 3D Gorillaz game (video). "Sly" makes me want to frantically scramble to evade the police. "Vein Melter" makes me want to⊠actually I'm not sure; that one's pretty chill.
I had never heard of Hancock before this, which is impressive, given that he's accomplished pretty much everything there is for a musician to accomplish. A quick sampler of some of his laurels: personally scouted by Miles Davis for his "Second Great Quintet;" 14 Grammys (including Album of the Year); and an Oscar for Best Original Score. No lack of commercial success either: Wikipedia claims (albeit without citation) that Head Hunters was the best-selling jazz album ever until Breezin' (by George Benson) came along. Plus, he made a nice chunk of change recording jingles for all kinds of TV commercials, and he composed the theme for a Fat Albert special. But he isn't a commercial sellout either: Hancock was (and continues to be) chairman of the "Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz" for so long that they decided to just rename it the "Herbie Hancock Institute of Jazz" instead.20
This album is arguably our first glimpse into jazz fusion: the extended solos and general structure are reminiscent of the jazz we've heard so far, but the instrumentation (especially the heavy focus on synthesizers/electric piano) and general funkiness are a new twist, and I am 100% here for it. And can I just say: fusion anything is obviously always going to be better than the original. It's practically so by definitionâtake the best parts of multiple things and stick them togetherâhow could that not be better than what you started with? French fries in my falafel wrap? Synthesizers in my jazz? Yep, a double helping of each please. FUSE IT!
Favourite track: Chameleon
Week 21: The Best of Two Worlds
Ah, we've arrived at bossa nova: Spanish for "the new boss," because when JoĂŁo Gilberto and Stan Getz popularized the genre with their 1964 album Getz/Gilberto, everyone took notice of the new boss in town. Or something like that.
This album, The Best of Two Worlds, is the reunion of Getz (saxophone) and Gilberto (vocals) over a decade later. (Gilberto's then-wife, known professionally as MiĂșcha, joins as well, providing the English vocals.) This music is precious: it's exquisitely beautiful, and sumptuously smooth. That smoothness is pleasing, but at times it runs the risk of becoming sedate. When I listen to jazz, I'm not looking to appreciate an abstract Rothko with detached amusementâI want my passions inflamed, dammit! Tijuana Moods is such an interesting contrast here: both albums have their souls in Latin America, but their vibes could not be any more different. The Best of Two Worlds is foolproof dinner party background music; with Mingus it's chaos and confusion, fire and brimstone. (Yes, the hellfire is a good thing.)
That being said, the first two songs on this album are sublime enough to transcend my impertinent grousing. "Double Rainbow" is the most magnificent song ever to feature a double rainbow, and that is a category with stiff competition. But "Aguas de Março (Waters of March)" is the runaway star for me. I don't generally go for its style of free-form, abstract lyrics, but here everything just works, thanks largely to MiĂșcha's lithe vocals and Getz's legendary tone. (No shade to Gilberto, who is a great singer as well, but he just doesn't make my heart ache like MiĂșcha.) Apparently the lyrics are inspired by the sudden, heavy March rains in Rio de Janeiro, which routinely carry various detritus through the streets. It's a highly evocative image, and one that makes me think I need to get outside more. I shudder to think of a version of this song inspired by my life⊠A bit, a byte, a keystroke at nightâŠ
Favourite track: Aguas de Março (Waters of March)
Week 22: Jaco Pastorius
I expected to like Jaco Pastoriusâboth the bassist as well as his self-titled debut albumâfrom the start. It is the official editorial position of the Simpsonian that Rush is the greatest rock group of all time, so I hope there is no doubt when I say that I surely appreciate a proper bass-slapping. Alas, despite all that, my first listen of this album sailed right under my whelms. I had a hard time following along or categorizing the album: we start with the virtuosic but minimal "Donna Lee," followed by the distinctly R&B "Come On, Come Over", then a few progressive tracks, finally tied up with some soaring strings?21 I couldn't make heads or tails of it.
But with repeated listens, something finally clicked. The real "a-ha" moment for me was likening this album to Daft Punk's Random Access Memoriesâbear with me. Yes, the two albums sound pretty different, but they both explore all kinds of different musical ideas/genres, while still maintaining a coherent, singular identity that binds all the tracks together. Even when drilling down to the level of individual tracks there's some fun parallels; let me break them down for you:
Archetype | Jaco Pastorius | Random Access Memories |
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Catchy dance hit featuring another R&B group on vocals | "Come On, Come Over" (feat. Sam & Dave) | "Get Lucky" (feat. Pharrell Williams) |
Minimal track that strongly features a single instrument | "Portrait of Tracy" (maybe "Donna Lee" as well?) | "Within" |
Soaring string introduction | "Forgotten Love" | "Beyond" |
Eight-ish minutes of experimental prog something | "Kuru / Speak Like a Child"22 | "Touch" (arguably "Giorgio by Moroder" too) |
But there's also a more direct jazz connection worth pointing out here: Herbie Hancock! We first met Hancock a couple weeks ago alongside his Headhunters; Hancock features prominently on this album too. He plays keyboard on several tracks here, and the "Speak Like a Child" half of "Kuru / Speak Like a Child" comes from an earlier composition of his. Hancock was clearly a fan of the young Pastorius; the back of the album features this extended praise:
Jaco is a phenomenon. He is able to make sounds on the bass that are a total surprise to the sensibilities. Not only single notes, but chords, harmonics, and all sorts of nuances with the color of the instrument that when combined and translated through Jaco make for some of the best music that I've heard in a long time.
Of course, it's not the technique that makes the music; it's the sensitivity of the musician and his ability to be able to fuse his life with the rhythm of the times. This is the essence of music. On this record Jaco captures some of that rhythm.
So after a week's worth of listening, I've ended up exactly where I thought I would: this album is awesome; highly recommended.
Favourite track: Kuru / Speak Like a Child
Week 23: Heavy Weather
We're back in jazz fusion land, with a fun chain of connections leading to this week's album: we first started getting funky with Herbie Hancock, who was also instrumental in Jaco Pastorius's debut album. Jaco is back again this week as the sole bassist for this Weather Report albumâa gig he secured by approaching the band's leader, Joe Zawinul, after a show and proclaiming "I'm John Francis Pastorius III. I'm the greatest bass player in the world." ("As was [Jaco's] habit," Wikipedia adds!) Jaco's debut album was great, but this is the one that made me a believer: in my listening notes, I wrote "the electric guitar is the star of this album". So imagine my surprise when I discovered there is no electric guitar on this albumâit's just Jaco doing Jaco things on his bass.
The liberal use of synthesizers gives Heavy Weather a full and more modern sound compared to many of the other albums we've heardâand with Pastorius on the bass, it should come as no surprise that he gets plenty of time in the spotlight (especially on "Teen Town"). The many solos throughout the album (bass and otherwise) continually enthrall (e.g., the electric piano (?) near the end of "A Remark You Made"; the sax at 2:00 in "The Juggler"), but so too do the smaller ornamentationsâthe "da-ding" on the piano at around 1:08 in "The Juggler" is tiny but adds so much. "Rumba MamĂĄ" feels like the odd one out to me here: recorded live in 1976, it's heavy on vocals and Latin beats, but light on everything elseâa significant departure from the rest of the album.
The best-known song from the album is "Birdland," and while it's a phenomenal track (especially Jaco's bass near the start!), my one critique is that it ends up feeling a little too "sunshine & rainbows" for me. There's so much intrigue and anticipation at first, but I find the theme introduced right at 2:00 so irrepressibly upbeat that it dominates the mood, and collapses any emotional ambiguity into a one-note feelin' good. If you're looking for an easy smile, it's great; I only wish they had left a little more of that initial edge on it. But that depressive nitpicking of an irredeemable curmudgeon hardly dampens the bright skies on display hereâI'll be returning to Heavy Weather season after season.
Favourite track: A Remark You Made
Week 24: Marsalis Standard Time, Volume 1
Over the past several weeks, we've seen a certain correlation: the more recent an album is, the more it seems to depart from "traditional" jazz, in favour of pushing the boundaries or incorporating other genres. Marsalis Standard Time, Volume 1 bucks that trend: despite being first released in 1987 (a mere 38 years agoâŠ), there's no bells and whistles here, nor is there even a hint of fusion: this is just old-school jazz, baby.
What I didn't know during my first listen is that this approach is very characteristic of Marsalis. He's a staunch traditionalist in the world of jazz, a proponent of "straight-ahead" jazz. Accordingly, on this album Marsalis picks a number of standards and brings them to us with exacting precision. In other weeks, we've heard original compositions that are clearly the works of an auteur intent on moving the art as a whole forward; by contrast, Marsalis is content to simply add his take on tried-and-true tunes. For me, the result is more reminiscent of classical music than anything else: the compositions themselves are taken to be fixed, and we instead are interested in a performer's personal interpretation of them.23 And just like classical music, the contemporary listener benefits from advances in recording technology; the tracks here are crisp and clear, unlike some of the earlier albums we've heard. Overall, Marsalis and his band produce wonderful results here, and I think there is value in some musicians focusing on excellent performances of "no-nonsense" works. But I can't endorse his philosophy as a wholeâin a world with only Marsalians, wouldn't jazz become a dog chasing its tail, celebrating where it's been without having anywhere to go?
But let's set ideological quarrels aside, because this week we've got just enough contenders for our first-ever⊠Standards Showdown! Part of the culture and tradition of jazz is a shared songbook of "standards" that are routinely covered by performers. After 24 albums, we've got enough overlap that I thought it would be fun to put Marsalis's recordings head-to-head against some others.
"April in Paris" vs. Garner
I'll be honest: when I first listened to these side-by-side, I couldn't tell they were supposed to be based on the same tune. After comparing to some other recordings, it seems to me that Garner was pretty liberal with his ornamentation. Not that he's the first to do so, mind youâCount Basie's Orchestra smuggled "Pop! Goes the Weasel" into their cover?? To my ear, Marsalis is truer to the heart of the tune, and for that, he takes the first point.
Note: "April in Paris" was also on the Helen Merrill album we heard, but since she sings hers, I'll exclude it in the interest of trying to keep an apples-to-apples comparison.
Winner: Marsalis
"[A] Foggy Day" vs. Benson
No disrespect to any of the great crooners, but I've always preferred the energy of Benson's up-tempo, snappy take on this one. However, I can't help but find the lyrics themselves so cheesy.24 Marsalis, by contrast, get to have his cake and eat it too: he takes that earworm melody and spins it out instrumentally for a full seven-and-a-half minutes. All the fun, with none of the cheeseânotch a second point for Marsalis. (It's an especially meaningful win for Marsalis, because Benson was one of the poster boys for the "corruption" of jazz, with his pop stylings.)
Winner: Marsalis
"Autumn Leaves" vs. Garner
I am a sucker for the drama with which Garner suffuses this one: when that left hand comes crashing in like the waves against the shore at his Concert by the Sea, it gets me every time. While I do love the tug-of-war between the fast and slow tempi at the start of Marsalis's take, it never reaches the same emotional highs for me. Garner wins the rematch, preventing a Marsalis sweep!
Winner: Garner
Two out of three ain't bad, Marsalisâa solid showing indeed for the inaugural Standards Showdown. A couple final tidbits of trivia to close us out:
- Marsalis is an alum of The Jazz Messengersâand that's not the first time we've seen a connection to Art Blakey's group.
- Marsalis is one of the only artists we've heard who is still actively performing. In fact, he's currently on tour.
Favourite track: Caravan
Week 25: Bird: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Two weeks ago, we were listening to "Birdland" by Weather Report, and this week we come full circle: that song took its name from a New York jazz club, which was itself named after Charlie "Yardbird" Parkerâbetter known as just "Bird." Parker was one of the most influential saxophonists in the history of jazz, and is the subject of Clint Eastwood's 1988 biographical film Bird, from which we get this week's album.
Eastwood is a lifelong lover of jazz for whom Parker was a particular inspiration. So when he set out to tell Bird's story, he faced a problem: given Bird's untimely passing, the recordings we have of him are generally of poor quality, and would have stuck out sorely in the movie. Eastwood and music supervisor Lennie Niehaus agreed that having a contemporary saxophonist "dub" Parker's iconic playing would be sacrilegious, so they tasked the audio engineers with surgically extracting Parker's solos from those original recordings (!).25 Contemporary musicians then re-recorded the other parts alongside those authentic Parker solos for the film's score.
As part of this week's research, it only seemed right that I supplement the soundtrack by watching the movie. It's over two and a half hours long, but it never seemed to drag for me, owing largely to the warmth, humour, and almost childish tenderness Forest Whitaker brings to the lead role. In my viewing, two things stood out in particular: first, it was fascinating to be visually immersed in the jazz culture of 1950s New York City. Throughout this project, our exposure to the leading names of jazz has been almost exclusively through their musical outputâEastwood's biopic delivers the sights and social dramas of the period in addition to the music. And while the NYC of today in many ways looks quite different compared to that depicted in Bird, one scene hasn't changed: wherever jazz thrives, there will be bustling clubs filled with drink-laden tables and packed with an audience enraptured by the cats on stage.
Secondly, it was fascinating to be reminded of just how controversial bebop was in its nascent daysâafter Bird and the gang try to bring this new style to the West Coast, their engagement is cancelled early, with some unnamed music executive declaring "bebop tends to pervert young minds." Hoo boy! In our era of drill music, and, well, WAP, it's quaint to see how reviled bebop was for its⊠use of chromatic scales? (Yes, okay, presumably much of that ill reputation was due to bebop's association with the drug sceneâthat same drug scene that killed Bird before 35, along with a slew of other jazzmenâbut still, perverting young minds??)
But for all these words I have yet to comment on the music itself. Alas, I clearly have yet to achieve jazz transcendence: for all my efforts, I can't quite detect what makes Parker so singularly spectacular. That's not to say I didn't enjoy itâ"Lester Leaps In" has infectious energy; "Laura" is heart-wrenching; "April in Paris" might've won last week's Standards Showdown âbut what most caught my ear were Jon Faddis's fleet-fingered trumpet solos on "Ko Ko" and "Ornithology" (where he covers his mentor, Dizzy Gillespie).
Let me close this week by once again lamenting the devastating effect that heroin had on Harlem and jazz, aptly chronicled by Stephen Eide in this piece. That is only one of innumerably many examples of communities ravaged by drugs, but it is one that robbed us of so many musical visionaries at their peak. Though Charlie Parker was taken from us far too soon, he is not forgottenâBird lives.

Favourite track: Ornithology
Week 26: Ellington Uptown
In an attempt to remedy last week's bebop perversion of young minds, this week brings a double helping of wholesome jazzâstraight from one of America's most beloved band leaders, Duke Ellington. The last time we heard from the Duke, he was going head-to-head with Count Basie; this week his band has the stage to themselves.
Ellington Uptown was first recorded in late 1951, amidst a somewhat difficult time for Ellington: his signature big band style was long past its commercial heyday, and several key members of his band departed earlier that year (most notably Johnny Hodges). Meanwhile, one of Ellington's main creative ambitions was to move jazz beyond the three-minute compositions that had originally brought him fame and success. Those forces all coalesce here, and the result is our most symphonic album yet: multiple tracks (especially "A Tone Parallel to Harlem", "The Controversial Suite", and "The Liberian Suite") are extended compositions, featuring semi-formal structures more reminiscent of classical music than of traditional jazz. (There's even strings!) Might this be a precursor to what would later be dubbed "Third Stream?"
I really enjoyed listening to Ellington Uptown, and this week I'd like to comment on some of the individual tracks in more detail. We begin with "Skin Deep," and what a way it is to start! This one grabs your attention from the first note and never lets go. This is also the album's biggest dose of percussionâI haven't measured it exactly, but I'm pretty sure that fully half of this song's 6:49 runtime is just drum solos.
"The Mooche" is slinking and sly; it makes me want to strut around once again in Grim Fandango's Rubacava. There's plenty of solos to go around here, from clarinet to saxophone, but most remarkable is the rumbling wah-wahs from the trombone. (Wikipedia mentions that Tricky Sam Nanton, a long-time member of Ellington's band, was one of the pioneers of that distinctive wah-wah sound, though sadly he passed away before this album's recording.) Side note: I assumed that the titular "mooche" was meant to evoke the French mouche, but apparently Ellington just meant someone who's always borrowing off of youây'know, a moochâwhich is sometimes how the title gets spelled. Oh, how I love a side of orthographic pedantry to complement my jazz.
'Take the "A" Train' is the only track I'm mixed on. I first fell in love with that tuneâan Ellington standardâin the band battle version with Basie; in my opinion, that recording still has more raw energy. The Ellington Uptown version adds some vocals (including scatting) that I could take or leave, but doubling the track length to eight minutes gives them more liberty to explore and experiment, which is fun.
"A Tone Parallel to Harlem" captures the quotidian routines of a community, from the bustle and excitement of dancing in the street, to quiet, reflective evenings in the park. Wikipedia cites a favourable comparison to Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, which I find quite apt. Listen carefully to the trumpet voice at the very beginning, which plaintively welcomes you to "Haaar-lem."
Of the two Controversial Suite tracks, "Later" is the one that sticks with me, owing to its distinctive "tick-tock" pulse throughout. I need a mod to make it the background music for a certain Mario Kart courseâŠ
Finally, in the Liberian Suite, I love the sax solo at the end of Dance No. 1, as well as the strings in Dance No. 3, but the vocals in "I Like the Sunrise" are the real show-stopper for me. The lyrics are simple, but the melody is so moving, and delivered with such confidence, that I'm enthralled every time. This was commissioned by the government of Liberia to celebrate their centennialâI wonder if it's still known there.
So there you have it: nearly 80 minutes total (in this extended CD re-release) and I like it all. Perhaps this makes me unhip, but I have a real soft spot for big band: not to pooh-pooh the bebop virtuosos, but by dint of sheer numbers, big bands offer a fullness and richness that no small ensemble can equal. Couple that with some pointers on structure and instrumentation from the classical worldâwithout any of the possibly attendant stodginessâand you've got a recipe for some great tunes.
Favourite track: The Mooch(e)
Week 27: Jazz Goes to College
Jazz Goes to College✠As a card-carrying pseudo-intellectual, this title has me salivating: I can't credibly claim to have jazz in my soul, but perhaps Brubeck and his quartet have distilled jazz's inscrutable mystique into pure mathematical equations; at last, unquestionable hipness might be within reach for any square willing and able to bring their intellect to bear upon the subject.
âŠbut alas, the title is rather more literal than that: this album is a compilation of live sessions recorded at several universities across the Midwest. Time Out, also by Dave Brubeck Quartet, is one of my absolute favourite albums from the first half of our experiment, so I came into this week with high hopes. I leave the week⊠disappointed, but only very slightly so.
You see, what most captured my imagination in Time Out was the album's signature rhythmic experimentations, most notably in "Blue Rondo Ă la Turk," which tumbles along with the frenetic insistence of a toddler who has just learned to walkâevery step has their entire momentum behind it; looking on, one is amazed that either avoids faceplanting. Jazz Goes to College (recorded five years before Time Out) doesn't feature similar innovations. What it does offer, however, is a fine selection of very cool jazz. I've previously written that I'm more partial to the up-tempo, fiery stuff; while I still think that's true in general, this album Bru-bucks that trend. The tracks here are generally relaxed and minimal, with Brubeck and Desmond frequently trading the spotlight, but without ever growing boring or bland. Much of that feat is owed to their musicianship: perhaps I'm deluding myself, but my immediate reaction to first hearing Desmond on this album was recognition. I'd surely fail any comprehensive blind saxophonist identification quiz, but those first phrases immediately called to mind both Time Out as well as Two of a Mind; similarly, Brubeck is quite distinct amongst the many pianists we've heard so far.
As for the tracks themselves: we start off strong with almost 12 minutes of "plain old blues"26 in "Balcony Rock." Desmond's smooth, signature style never disappoints, and it's only heightened by the contrasting tension Brubeck introduces; there's a series of chords that build, swell, and resolve around the 6:45 mark that perfectly encapsulate how a jazz pianist can thrill without invoking the sheer virtuosity of, say, Art Tatum. "Le Souk" is my favourite trackâit would be another several years before the quartet served as ambassadors abroad and brought back Turkish rhythms for "Blue Rondo," but the early Middle-Eastern melodic influences evident in "Le Souk" already presage those later explorations. Just like last week, I'm somewhat flat on another cover of "Take the 'A' Train": its iconic, rollicking piano riff has always been at the heart of the song for me; here, that element is downplayed so that Brubeck and the gang can try on some fresh ideasânone of which exceed the original to my ear. In fairness, "Take the 'A' Train" was 15 years old at the time of this recording; I suppose that it would've been decidedly unhip for a cool jazz group to play an ancient standard "straight."
All told, while Jazz Goes to College wasn't the revelation I was hoping for, it's still a laudable lecture from a pre-eminent professor of cool jazzâwell worth trekking across campus for, hangovers be damned.
Favourite track: Le Souk
Week 28: Satch Plays Fats: A Tribute to the Immortal Fats Waller
Well, it's week 28 and we've officially come full circle: ol' Pops was the one to kick this whole thing off, and this week he's back once again. Interestingly, that earlier album and this one were contemporaneous releases as well: Louis Armstrong Plays W. C. Handy helped revive public interest in Armstrong in 1954; Satch Plays Fats was the follow-up in 1955. Overall, I prefer Armstrong Plays W. C. Handy: they both feature stellar vocals and trumpeting from Armstrong, alongside great banter with Velma Middleton on several tracks, but the nearly nine-minute-long "St. Louis Blues" on the Handy album is unparalleled, and the whole thing is chock-full with a sheer joy that I don't think has been matched by anything else we've heard.
But beyond that simple comparison, what shall we chew on this week? Regular readers know that there isn't any prescribed structure for a Fifty weeks of jazz entryâperhaps we ought to examine this album's namesake, or the fascinating life of his chief collaborator? Or what about this Avakian fellow, whose name seems to grace every Columbia jazz record; ought we pull back the curtain there? Not to mention the music itself; there's some overlap with a Sarah Vaughan album; perhaps we're due for another Standards Showdown? All good options, but this week I want to zero in on one song in particular: one that hooked me with its intro, but kept me on the line with a linguistic puzzle.
Specifically, my favourite track this week is the lively and flirtatious "All That Meat and No Potatoes." I mentioned earlier that I love the banter between Armstrong and Middleton; this track's got it in spades. But the music's just as fun: Armstrong opens with a wide, bright, jaunty riff that he explores while the background instruments each take a turn joining in on the fun. Unsurprisingly, the chorus the really swingsâbut, ahem, what does the phrase "all that meat and no potatoes" mean, exactly? I'll give you the first half of the lyrics; see if you can figure it out (below, Armstrong's part is bolded):
Hey Pops! Whatâs wrong Daddy?
You look like something's botherinâ you
There's nothinâ botherinâ me honey
That a piece of roast beef canât fix upA man works hard, then comes on home
Expects to find stew with that fine ham bone
He opens the door, then starts to lookinâ
Say, woman, whatâs this stuff you cookinâ?Now all that meat and no potatoes
It just ainât right, just like green tomatoes
Here Iâm waitinâ
Palpitatinâ
With all that meat and no potatoes
Pencils downâwhat did you come up with? Of course, we all know the phrase "meat and potatoes," meaning something plain or pedestrianâbut that doesn't seem to quite fit here. "All that meat and no potatoes" suggests a certain imbalance, but in the context of 1940s,27 that strikes me as a fortuitous one: surely midst WWII you'd happily take a double serving of meat and forego the potatoes?
The trick to deciphering this one is to understand that every song from the 1930s to the 1950s28 that purports to be about food is actually about sex. Through that lens, we realize that Fats isn't really complaining about his dinner (his nickname matched his figure; he hardly seems the type). Rather, he's lamenting that his otherwise buxom ("all that meat") lady friend sports somewhat underdeveloped bazongas ("and no potatoes!")âthe breasts, of course, being the most tuberous aspect of the female physique.
Don't believe me? I don't blame you; it certainly doesn't seem to agree with certain dictionaries of idioms. But whereas other, lesser blogs29 are happy to simply purport this as fact, here at the Simpsonian we pride ourselves on our research, and by research, I mean asking ChatGPT. Spare me your scowl, philistine; yes, upon first asking, ChatGPT simply regurgitated many of the same sources upon which I've just heaped scorn, butâand here's the thing!âyou can just ask it for a better source. In the present case, that yielded Green's Dictionary of Slang, which appears to have garnered praise from the academics, in addition to the imprimatur of Oxford University Press (but see also some mild criticism fromâwhere else?âLanguage Log). Green has a direct hit for our phrase, which confirms the ribald definition, and even offers a further literary citation as evidence. It also offers many other filthy euphemistic uses of the word "meat" (including an application of "all that meat and no potatoes" to the male anatomy), but that's neither here nor there.
Well, that about does it for me this week; I'm stuffed. There's many fine details we haven't the time to discuss (like the "Rhapsody in Blue" quotation in "Ain't Misbehavinâ"!), but allow me to steal Mike Judge's conclusion for myself: at the end of Office Space, the flames devouring Initech are stoked by some hotâand strangely familiarâbackground jazz.30 You guessed itâall that meat and no potatoes!
Favourite track: All That Meat and No Potatoes
Week 29: âRound About Midnight
We first heard Davis on his best-known album, Kind of Blue; this week, with âRound About Midnight, we wind back the clock just a few years before that landmark release. Recall that Kind of Blue was a pioneering exercise in "modal jazz;" by contrast, âRound About Midnight is more transitional: we hear some of Davis' last mainstream work in bebop/hard bop alongside experiments in a "cooler" style that would eventually lead to him advancing the frontiers of jazz.
There's lots to love in this album: for me, Davis & Coltrane generally steal the show (their interplay and tone on "Bye Bye Blackbird"âColtrane's in particularâare a real highlight), but the rest of this "first great quintet" each has their moments too, like the piano at ~5:45 in "All of You," the bass solos in "Little Melonae," or the drums at the end of Budo (which instantly called Art Blakey to mind for me, though it's actually "Philly Joe" Jones).
Of those many delights, the track that particularly stood out to me on first listen was "Ah-Leu-Cha." "Ah-Leu-Cha" is a Charlie Parker composition;31 we're firmly in bebop territory here (and the lively tempo comes in strong contrast to the relaxed "âRound Midnight" that precedes it). Fascinatingly though, Parker's original recording was noticeably more relaxed than what's on this albumâand in at least one live performance, Davis counts the group in on a truly blistering tempo. Listen for yourself (for a simulated K-hole, repeatedly listen to the last one, then immediately drop back down to the first):
- Slow (relatively speaking!): original Parker recording
- Medium: âRound About Midnight
- Ludicrous speed: Miles & Monk at Newport
- To me, this one is frenetic but not awful; I'm generally Team Faster Is Better. At least one critic disagrees: as Jack Chambers writes on page 288 of his epic biography of Davis: "The sextet's performance is substandard. Davis' most conspicuous contribution comes in tapping out overzealous tempos on all tunes, including a breakneck tempo on Ah-Leu-Cha that reduces the ensemble to shambles."32
- Love it or hate it, this has been on the official Miles Davis YouTube channel for nearly a decade and has hardly 500 views (~1% of which are from me)âthat seems wildly low.
(Hat tip to Deep Groove Mono, for breaking down the relevant Ah-Leu-Cha history in this very helpful post.)
Overall, I'm still not sure where to place âRound About Midnightâin many ways, it feels like an album caught between worlds. If I want nothing but hard bop, I'd sooner reach for The Messengers, and if I really want to cool off, there's no beating Kind of Blue. But if all you're looking for is some great jazz from a formidable quintet, and you're not too picky on subgenres, you could do a lot worse than âRound About Midnight.
Favourite track: Ah-Leu-Cha
Week 30: The Sound of Jazz
Why is nearly every mass-market, commercially-produced creative work so universally crap? You know the answerâperhaps you've lived itâpointy-haired bosses, sticking their noses where they don't belong, rooting madly for pecuniary truffles to sate the unending appetite of beancounters and shareholders alikeâall at the expense of preventing the true visionaries from making something special.
But, rare as they may be, there are yet exceptions. One such shining example took place in 1957, when one uncompromising TV producer (Robert Herridge) somehow convinced CBS to give him creative carte blanche in putting together a live, one-hour jazz concert for TV: The Sound of Jazz.
Look, technically I should be reviewing The Sound of Jazz, the album recorded from the rehearsal for the TV broadcast. And I generally do prefer the precision and perfectionism that can only really be achieved in the studio. But just as poetry is meant to be appreciated as more than words on paperâit only truly comes alive in our voicesâso too jazz ought to be more than just sterile, pristine recordings; it should also be shared, performed, celebrated. So if you happen to have a spare hour, I encourage you to tune in to The Sound of Jazz, the TV program, for yourself. Not only will you hear some great jazz, you'll also get to watch some jazz greats not merely performing, but also luxuriating in both the music and the company of each other. Allow me to take you through my favourite vignettes of the broadcast.
Last week, we heard from "Philly Joe" Jones on drums. This week we once again have jazz drummer Jo Jones on percussion, who, somewhat surprisingly, is a completely different guy. (He was sometimes nicknamed "Papa" Jo Jones to distinguish him from the younger Phillyâdespite the 12-year age difference between Philly and Papa, the shared name seems to have imparted a mortal synchronicity: they died within days of each other in 1985.) As it happens, we've encountered Jo Jones before; remember Charlie Parker's "origin story" of having a cymbal thrown at him during a cutting session gone awry? Yeah, that was Jo Jones. For the life of me, I cannot reconcile that outburst with the happy-go-lucky percussionist featured in The Sound of Jazz. Seriously, how can this grinning goof be the same person who "nearly decapitates" Bird?33
Man, Thelonious Monk sticks out like a sore thumb here. Not just in what he playsâthough his avant-garde composition "Blue Monk" forms a notable contrast with the other tracks, which lean more toward blues and swingâbut also in how he plays the piano. Compare Basie elegantly tickling the ivories while Billie Holiday hovers at his shoulder, with Monk, who pounds the keys like they owe him money. The cameraman knew how to milk this for maximum drama: check out this shot of Basie watching Monk play (seated directly across from each other) and decide for yourself what Basie's thinking in that moment. (Monk did not take kindly to that stare!)
I hadn't even heard of Giuffre before this, let alone his trio, but their performance of "The Train and the River" is by far my favourite track. Seeing it live only further accentuates the magic: sometimes I find a trio to be a little bare in its sound, but that's not the case here; every time I listen I'm blown away by the depth and richness of texture that they're able to evoke. Note to self: pick up another one of their albums sometime.
But the real star of the show is Holiday herself. That she even appears is a minor miracle: the TV execs awoke in a meddlesome mood the day of the performance, and sent a note to the studio: "we must not put into America's homes, especially on Sunday, someone who's been imprisoned for drug use."34 Herridge informed them that if Billie was through, so were he and the other key staff. The execs relented, and in doing so created the most heart-wrenching moment of the evening. You see, Holiday had a complicated relationship with Lester Young, who was playing saxophone that night: decades before, the two had been frequent collaborators and close friends, but the vicissitudes of time had since pulled them apart. Young was in poor health at this point, and wasn't even expected to stand for his soloâbut watch what happens when he gets his moment with Lady Day.
There wasn't a dry eye in the control room. Young died within two years; Holiday followed months after.
Writing for Harper's magazine, Eric Larrabee proclaimed The Sound of Jazz to be "the best thing that ever happened to television." It's hard to agree with that statement in 2025 (after all, we've had Better Call Saul since), but I think you'd still be hard-pressed to find an introduction to jazzânot just jazz-the-music, but jazz-the-people, jazz-the-cultureâbetter than The Sound of Jazz.35
Favourite track: The Train and the River
Week 31: Mingus Ah Um
After 31 weeks of jazz research, I've finally hit upon a foolproof signal to identify the true crĂšme de la crĂšme among jazz albums. It's quite simple, actually: if the cover art is a painting by S. Neil Fujita, the album will be life-changing.36 Our first such example was Time Out, back in week 6âa strong contender for my favourite album of the first half, rivaled primarily by Tijuana Moods (also by Mingus!)âand Mingus Ah Um37 rivals or exceeds Time Out in my estimation.
As such, this album deserves a proper track-by-track commentary. If you want an actually insightful rendition of that premise, allow me to direct you towards altrockchick, who artfully blends deep musical insight with relevant historical context. If, on the other hand, you're satisfied with the flaccid pseudo-intellectualism upon which we pride ourselves here at the Simpsonian, don't touch that dial.
Tracks
Better Git It in Your Soul
If I could only keep one track from everything we've heard so far, this would be it. "Better Git It in Your Soul" is a pure expression of jazz joy: the rhythms are infectious, the melodies are catchy, and Mingus himself can't help but inject some background gospel extemporizations. In the sitcom adaptation of my life, this is theme songâfriends appear one at a time in the background, looming like phantoms until we make eye contact and share an "oh you" look, at which point they make their madcap dash to centre stage as the rapid sax/brass section plays.
Far be it from this neophyte to attempt to gatekeep jazz, but if this track doesn't do it for you, I'm not sure anything in the jazz canon willâjust as the title proclaims, you better git it in your soul!
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
I've noticed that seemingly wacky track titles are not uncommon in jazz (seriously, check out some of the ones on The Jazz Messengers); at first blush, I assumed this was another entry in that storied tradition. The truth is far more solemn: a pork pie hat simply refers to a style of hat that was popular in the 1930s & 1940sâa style that was particularly favoured by prominent saxophonist Lester Young. We touched on one of Young's tragic final performances last weekâthis composition is a moving elegy to Young, and the first of several references Mingus makes to his musical forebears on this album.
Boogie Stop Shuffle
But Mingus doesn't dwell on the tragic; we immediately transition to an upbeat boogie that stays firmly lodged in your eardrums long after the album is done. The piano keeps that line swinging on repeat pretty well throughout the song, while the other voices take turns layering other ideas on top.
Self-Portrait in Three Colors
Mingus again pumps the brakes with another slower, searching track. The title offers a puzzle that's somewhat beyond my discernment: what exactly are the three colours that comprise this self-portrait? I assumed they'd appear "temporally" (i.e., one after the other), but I don't hear any obvious transitions to suggest that. Perhaps each instrument is supposed to be carrying a colour?
Open Letter to Duke
Another fantasticâif somewhat disjointed?âtrack. We start firmly in upbeat bebop territory, but we don't stay there long: just before the two minute mark (and just after a short drum solo), a theme is introduced that, to me, is the most memorable part of the songâa high note, followed by a rapid "slide" down ending with a slight dissonance that continues to be explored throughout the middle of the track; slowly pulled apart like a confectioner working taffy. When the theme is finally restated at 4:15, it feels unavoidable; a black hole drawing us back to where we started. And yet, it isn't really inevitableâjust as we abruptly cut from the hard bop to this section, Mingus takes yet another unexpected turn around 5:10 and discards the dissonance in favour of a jaunty staccato theme to close out the last ~40 seconds. (Wikipedia mentions this track was based on three earlier Mingus compositions; perhaps that explains this track's patchwork nature?)
If you've paid even a modicum of attention on our jazz journey, you'll have clocked that the title here is an obvious nod to Duke Ellington, one of America's most-beloved bandleaders. Based on the phrasing of the title, I had assumed this track was antagonistic: a rising star firing a salvo against the old guard; rejecting accepted conventions in favour of blazing new trails. That happens to be completely wrong on all accounts; Ellington was one of the earliest and most formative musical influences on the young Mingus. Later in life they would go on to collaborate professionally, though their time together didn't last longâŠ
Bird Calls
Aha! A straight bebop composition with "Bird" in the title on an album like this? That's an easy slam dunk; of course it's a reference to Charlie Parker. Except, apparently this is the exception that proves the rule; quoting from charlesmingus.com: "It wasn't supposed to sound like Charlie Parker. It was supposed to sound like birdsâthe first part." Now I'm confused on two counts: first, because that seems utterly implausibleâMingus was dismissive of Parker at first, but eventually came to recognize him as a jazz genius; how could this not be a reference to him? Second, I can hear the bird calls at the very endâbut the beginning? Not so much.
Fables of Faubus
Another highlight of the album, selon moi. This is also our first taste of Mingus's political side: the titular Faubus is Orval E. Faubus, best-known for sending in the Arkansas National Guard to prevent black students from attending a local high school (in stark defiance of the Supreme Court's then-recent decision in Brown v. Board of Education). Especially given Mingus's multiracial background, he was (appropriately) pissed off by this stunt, and originally wrote "Fables of Faubus" as what today we would call a diss track. Now, you might be understandably confused as to how a groovin', struttin', but importantly instrumental song might communicate these political overtures, and the answer is (as always) the meddling interference of music executives. "Fables of Faubus" originally did feature lyrics that leave little doubt regarding Mingus's political leanings, but spineless Columbia Records insisted they be removed from the album. Mingus found a way, thoughâa year later he released Charles Mingus Presents Charles Mingus with the more independent label "Candid," which allowed Mingus to release the track as he had always intended (titled "Original Faubus Fables" on that albumâyes, that album is on my "must acquire" shortlist).
Pussy Cat Dues
This track is notable for its changeup in the woodwinds: John Handy swaps his alto for a clarinet for the only time on this album, and the resulting solo is smooth and coolâsomewhat reminiscent of earlier jazz, based purely on that instrumentation (Benny Goodman comes to mind), but still remaining distinctly modern. (There's another great Mingus solo on this one tooâat over nine minutes in length, everyone gets space to have some fun.)
Nothing against "Pussy Cat Dues," but for my money the tracks from here on out don't shine quite as brightly as what we've heard alreadyâin context of jazz as a whole, each definitely holds their own, but the best of this album really is a cut above.
Jelly Roll
Yet another homage from Mingus, once more helpfully identified in the titleâthis time the subject is Jelly Roll Morton, one of jazz's earliest performers. (So early, in fact, that he claimed to have invented jazz entirely.) In Myself When I Am Real, Gene Santoro's biography of Mingus, this track is described as an ingenious blending of old and new; in particular, each soloist was asked to play an old-style solo followed by a more modern one. That distinction isn't fully obvious to me, but one thing that is is Mingus's bass lines; he really gets a chance to shine on this one (along with some funky percussion).
(I am once again indebted to altrockchick for the quotation from Santoro.)
Pedal Point Blues
(This track onward are all bonus tracks, and not present on the original 1959 release.)
Here's a track that reminds me my knowledge of music theory is sorely underdeveloped: in general, a pedal point is when a single note is held or repeated while a dissonant melody plays over top: the pedal point is a niggling itch, a brooding background tension that demands to be resolved by a shift in the main harmony. Wikipedia is rife with examples, but the one most familiar to my ears is Chopin's "Raindrop Prelude," in which a single repeating Aâ contrasts quite differently with the two melodic sections. Alas, for all my straining, my undiscerning ears fail to find the same effect in "Pedal Point Blues:" there's certainly repetition in the lines of each individual instruments, but I can't find what's static amongst those linesâthey all seem to be in motion at onceâdoesn't that definitionally exclude a "pedal point?"
GG Train
We've heard "Take the A Train" time and time again already, but this week we have a new challenger in the "NYC subway line cum jazz standard" smackdown: "GG Train."
If you're already rabidly composing an email to inform me that, in fact, NYC has no such GG train, you're in need of a history lessonâtoday's G train was indeed the GG train when Mingus composed this tune; the city bid "gg" to the first "G" in "GG" in 1985.38 Still, it's good to know that some things never change:
Mirroring the unreliable stop-and-go service of the New York City subwayâs GG train (now simply known as the G train), this composition alternates between uptempo and ÂŒ-time ballad sections.
Girl of My Dreams
This is the only track on the album not composed by Mingus himself; it comes to us by way of Sunny Clapp from all the way back in 1927. "Girl of My Dreams" was a big hit upon its first publication, and has been frequently covered since; here, Mingus's version dispenses with the vocals in favour of some sharp sax lines. Having also listened to some older recordings (e.g., this one), I really like Mingus's take: he maintains what makes the main melody so beautiful, but injects enough energy to move it from that sonorous, old-timey sound to something fresh and crisp. The tempo changes are a big part of thatâwe're treated to some dizzying bebop riffs, but everything slows right back down to really accentuate the chorus.
Conclusion
Whew. A long write-up isn't necessarily a positive one, but all the sameâwe're now at double what the previous longest article was; it should come as no surprise that I think this album is pretty special. I'm not sure there's any single element I can point out as being the secret sauce; perhaps it's all in the balance: this album is eclectic, but still grounded; it has high-minded compositions, but never forgets to also just be fun. Mingus was known as "the angry man of jazz," but it's clear from Mingus Ah Um that there was far more to him than that.
One of my goals with Fifty Weeks of Jazz was to try to find which parts of jazz would really speak to me. 31 weeks in, the two-word reply "Charles Mingus" turns out to be a pretty good answer to that question.
Favourite track: Better Git It in Your Soul
Week 32: Desmond Blue
I am a total sucker for the format of "famous musical group plus full orchestral backing". Symphony & Metallica? Oh yeah. Symphonic Music of Yes? Hell yes. The critics seem to hate theseâYes's attempt was only good for 1.5/5 stars from AllMusicâbut I can't get enough of them. What's not to love? If you're a fan of the band, presumably you already like the original songsâhow can you not like hearing them with drama, power, and fullness that only a full symphonic backing can bring?
Enter this week: celebrated saxman Paul Desmond is the headliner, but not as part of a quartetâhe's joined by a full string section, a harp, and various other philharmonic goodies, as well as Jim Hall on guitar (who is consistently fantastic). One of jazz's coolest cats, backed by a classical cast? You can only imagine my anticipation.
So it is with great disappointment that I must confess to being somewhat lukewarm on Desmond Blue. It's certainly not badâ"Desmond Blue" (the eponymous track) has some super-spy swagger; I love both the harp at the start of "Autumn Leaves," as well as the Baroque-like intro to "My Funny Valentine"âbut as a whole, the package fails to fundamentally excite me.
Perhaps I can pin this on a surfeit of strings? Behold my classical hot take: stringsâviolins in particularâare a tad overrated. Yes, of course they're beautiful, and yes, they can create an unparalleled lushness. But they can't match the sheer bombasticâŠness of brass, nor the spitfire of notes churned out by a single piano, nor the tension and suspense of a roaring timpani. This album is billed as an orchestral accompaniment, and while that's technically true, I suppose I feel that this specific instrumentation doesn't evoke the raw power and "wow" factor I was hoping for.
Maybe you object that the problem here is Desmond himself, not the string section. After all, I have often professed a weakness for the uptempo; might I be simply rejecting Desmond's cool aesthetic altogether? I think not, and have some evidence on offer. Desmond happens to be one of the most prolific musicians in our corpus of albums: we've heard him both with the Dave Brubeck Quartet on Time Out and Jazz Goes to College, as well as alongside Gerry Mulligan on Two of a Mind. I'd rate all three of those albums as somewhere between "good" and "fantastic"âon each, Desmond impresses not with virtuosic flourishes (Ă la Charlie Parker), but rather with his utterly entrancing tone. That tone is solid as ever on Desmond Blue, but I find the addition of the strings often veers more towards "cheesy" than "sweeping."
Let me put it this way: I was hoping the combination of jazz plus orchestra on this album would be like peanut butter and chocolateâtwo individually beloved items that somehow combine to exceed the sum of their parts. Instead, Desmond Blue more like⊠potato chips and popcorn? Again, each great on its own, and put together they're still goodâvery good, even!âthey're just not any better for the marriage.
Favourite track: Desmond Blue
Week 33: The Bridge
Always read the album notes, kids. The cover of The Bridge features a rather impassive Sonny Rollins waging a silent war against a gravitational force that seems to affect only human hair. But the back of the album elucidates the literal and metaphorical allusions the title intends to evokeâand that is a jazz heritage minute worth expounding upon.
Background: Rollins graduates high school in 1948, and within about five years he had spent ten months in Rikers while still managing to record with Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, and Thelonious Monk. In 1957, he releases Saxophone Colossusâwhich is immediately hailed as a massive critical successâpopularizes a new, piano-less instrumentation for jazz, and makes his Carnegie Hall debut.39
So what does 1959 hold for the ever-ambitious Rollins? Naught but those two bitter mints: disillusionment and disappointment. In his own words from a later New Yorker interview:
People are not doing things as well as they can do them any more. The par of products is not high enough, and in 1959 I felt that way about my playing. The extraneous things had gotten in the way of it. I didnât have time to practice, and I wanted to study more. I was playing before more and more people, and not being able to do my best. There was no doubt that I had to leave the scene, and it was just a matter of when I could bring it about. Iâd lost the ability to play what I wanted to play every night without the interference of emotionalism. I was filled with question marks.
A heady self-assessment indeed from one of the most influential saxophonists in jazz at the time; and one not yet 30 years old, at that. At first, Rollins honed his craft in the solitude of his apartment, but after recognizing that neighbours have only limited patience for experimental saxophone (even of the world-class variety) Rollins decamped. In what one presumes was a moment of electric clarity, Rollins realized that the Williamsburg Bridge (which connects Manhattan and Brooklyn) was all the studio he needed. There he spent the better part of two years hiding in plain sight while practicing up to 16 hours a day.
I started walking over the bridge, and I found itâs a superb place to practice. Night or day. Youâre up over the whole world. You can look down on the whole scene. There is the skyline, the water, the harbor. Itâs a beautiful scene, a panoramic scene. The bridge offers certain advantages that canât be duplicated indoors. You can blow as loud as you want. It makes you think. The grandeur gives you perspective. And people never bother you. I saw the same people almost every day. Sometimes they stopped and listened, sometimes they just went by.
There's the story of The Bridge, but what of the music itself? Well, it's interesting: remember, the whole point of this two-year hiatusâat the height of Rollins's rising popularity!âwas for him to catch up to peers like Miles Davis and Ornette Coleman, who were laying the groundwork of what jazz could look like beyond hard bop. Under those circumstances, one might expect Rollins's return to mark a stark departure from his earlier work, but that's not really the case: The Bridge plays it straight, keeping a tight focus on a small ensemble. Rollins's signature rhythmic experimentations are very much present, but the end result is far from avant-garde. I found that surprising; we first heard Rollins on Sonny Meets Hawk! (released a year after The Bridge), and that album pushes the boundaries of what one can tunefully do with a saxophoneâI was expecting to hear some of that on The Bridge as well. When it comes to specific tracks, my favourite ones this week were the fastest (as any semi-frequent reader might have guessed): "John S." and "The Bridge." The end of the former features stellar interplay between sax, guitar, and drums, while in the latter the bass always grabs my attention with non-stop runs up and down throughout.
Of course, Rollins isn't the only musician playing on The Bridge. Just like last week, one of the most striking features of the album is the supremely sublime electric guitar. And also just like last week, the particular guitarist responsible is Jim Hallâand wait a minute, he was also the guitarist on "The Train and the Riverâœ" Alright, Jim: you are well on your way towards earning the illustrious "Fifty Weeks of Jazz â Most Influential Sideman" award.40
So: The Bridge represents not only the literal setting of Rollins's first dramatic self-isolation41, it is also the metaphorical bridge between two formative periods of this pioneering saxophonist's career.42 Given Rollins's close association with the Williamsburg bridge and his ensuing cultural influence, some people have called for making that near-metonym official by renaming the bridge after Sonny (who is still alive todayâhe'll be 95 in two weeks' time!). You can find out more about that initiative on their website.
Favourite track: The Bridge
One of Louis Armstrong's nicknamesâlook, I'm learning already!
Easy mnemonic to keep it straight: try making lowercase "b" or "d" letters with both your hands (i.e. make an "OK" gesture, then straighten your third, fourth, and pinkie fingers). You'll notice that on your left you have Count basie, while on your right you have duke Ellington.
I'm a sucker for some jazz flute (which also featured in a track on Side by Side). Wild Man brings that, and the ending gives me chillsâthe pianos trading off final high & low notes is perfect.
Uh, the (take 1) version I guess? It's cool that many of the albums we've seen so far contain multiple versions of the same song, but I don't yet know any of them well enough to distinguish between takes.
Don't worry, I've got a mnemonic for this one too. Try to make a lower-case "h" by curling your index finger down and straightening your other (non-thumb) fingers. You'll have a proper "h" on your left, which is Hawkins' channel. And the, uh, other one is Rollins.
Hat tip to No Such Thing as a Fish for putting me onto this (and much more) tomfoolery.
Taken from the album notes, which are a veritable gold mine for this album, as we'll soon see.
I'm not kidding, that's an actual quote. I like to consider myself a reasonably well-educated and well-rounded person, but after repeatedly bashing my head against that entry, I retreated to Simple English Wikipedia and that was only marginally better.
"Take Five" is the best-selling jazz single of all time. So it was particularly generous of Desmond to bequeath all further proceeds from his songs to the Red Crossâa gift that so far has totalled over six million dollars.
Another week, another mnemonicâsure, no problem. This time, start by making a capital "G" with your left hand (curling your thumb inwards) and a lowercase "d" with your right. Then, either swap your hands around or put your headset on backwards, because Desmond is on the left, and Gerry is on the right.
Once again, I am indebted to the album notes for this anecdote.
Thoughâcontroversy!âthe Wikipedia page for "The Hollow Men" credits the same joke to Mort Sahl.
If, like me, you need a refresher: counterpoint is when a piece of music features several musical lines that exist completely independently (i.e., it'd sound fine to play just one without the other); however, when played together, the resulting sound is far beyond the sum of its parts. You can hear counterpoint in everything from the lowly "FrĂšre Jacques" (when sung as a round) all the way to Bach's deeply intricate fugues.
For more information, see this incredibly detailed article by Chris O'Leary (from which I've drawn throughout).
Not to mention his own rendition of Abby Road.
According to this interview, the rollerskating wasn't planned: on the evening of the shoot, there just happened to be a group of people rollerskating, and Bensonâwho spent his youth skatingâinsisted on joining in on the fun (to his manager's great consternation).
Note to self: at some point, I really ought to give the Gershwins their own treatment: besides this album, we've already heard three others that lift tracks from those brothers.
I'm biased because this was the very first track all the way back in week 1âthat's still one of my favourite songs from this entire experience, so hearing the same theme again here caught my ear right away. "Tiger Rag" is pretty great too.
The opening chords in this one really reminded me of BartĂłk, but I can't coherently articulate why.
Which like, ouch, for Monk.
Those soaring strings are from "Forgotten Love," which was the closing track on the original release. The CD re-release I have includes two bonus tracks afterwardsâgenerally I'm all for those goodies, but in this case I find they really ruin the perfect dĂ©nouement created by "Forgotten Love." ("6/4 Jam" is pretty fun though.)
âŠisn't Kuru that prion disease typically spread via cannibalism?? Yes, yes it isâŠ
Though obviously one has much greater latitude in re-interpreting a standard than, say, Beethoven's Ninth; regardless, in both cases the emphasis is on presenting new ideas in a well-known piece.
Catchy too; I sing this all the time. And yes, I know I just disqualified Merrill's "April in Paris" because it has vocals, but I don't have another instrumental "A Foggy Day," so you'll have to deal with this asymmetric matchup.
Some of these recordings weren't even commercial, they were friendly sessions recorded on very early tape recorders. A few even came directly from the private collection of Chan Parker, Bird's long-time common-law partner.
Per the album notes, which are also quick to caution "if a blues played by Brubeck can ever be called plain or old!" in a parenthetical. There's a gap in my identification abilities here: listening to a standard blues progression sounds quite familiar, but I didn't spot it myself in "Balcony Rock."
The first recording I can find of "All That Meat and No Potatoes" dates back to 1941âthe page for that recording on the "Discography Of American Historical Recordings" lets you stream the original Fats audio. Armstrong's cover sounds more complete to me overall, but I love the heavy punch that Waller puts on the downbeat. Listen for yourself; the website even offers an embed option for me to easily share it:
âŠoh brother.
And ever since then until the present day too, fine.
If you're out there, Digital Citizen, I promise this ribbing is intended in nothing but good fun; us .ca registrants have to stick together. For you, this track was one of the Best Songs I Heard for the First Time in 2010âallow me to join you in that assessment, a mere 15 years belatedly. (You need to fix your link to the full list, though.)
Spoilers for Office Space, sorry. But seriously, if you haven't already seen it, you truly owe it to yourself to correct that. Also, thanks to Reddit user sonofabutch for pointing out this connection.
Apparently "Ah-Leu-Cha" is based in part on "Honeysuckle Rose"âwhich we heard last weekâbut I can't hear it for the life of me.
Brought to my attention by JazzProfiles in this blog post (thanks!). Please forgive my not reading the biography in its entiretyâilluminating, I'm sure, but 850 pages is a lot to ask for a weekly post.
In Fletcher's telling, at least.
This quotation comes from Bitter Crop, by Paul Alexander, which I found via WBGO.
I've glossed over it above, but the album version of The Sound of Jazz is somewhat different than the live broadcast; e.g., apparently Gerry Mulligan refused to appear on the former because it didn't pay any extra.
If that's not enough for you, Fujita also designed the covers for The Jazz Messengers and âRound About Midnight, both of which are pretty damn cool. He then went on to create the iconic marionette design for that cult classic indie movie, The Freakinâ Godfather (!). If you want to learn more about Fujita's life and creative works, I highly recommend perusing Hanna Shibata's incredibly stylish homage.
I'd be remiss not to mention where the album title comes from, because once you dispel the intial confusion, it truly is a Simpsonian-certified Work of Comedy. Understanding the joke requires some knowledge of Latin's many suffixes, but don't worry; you've already picked many of them up via latent exposure (e.g., you could distinguish an alumnus from an alumna, no?) Mingus must've had his share of Latin conjugation lessons back in his day, because this title plays on that: he starts from his own name, Mingus (whose trailing -us happens to put it in proper "masculine nominative" form for an adjective), and like a dutiful child, recites the following related suffixes: -a, -um. Taken all together, we arrive at our titular Mingus Ah Um, though I personally think Mingus, Minga, Mingum would've been even better.
God I love train geeks. I mean, just look at this Wikipedia page: this much-maligned subway line is better chronicled than most nations ever to have graced this earth.
My exclusive source throughout this paragraph is good olâ Wikipedia.
Posthumously, I'm afraid; Hall passed away in 2013. Of course he had a full and highly-awarded career as a leading musician as well.
Oh yes, there was another sabbatical later.
Lest you fear that I might be approaching genuine insight with that comparison, worry not; I stole it wholesale from Avakian's album notes. Why do you think I told you to read them?