RainyDay
March-29th-2003, 12:04 AM
I received this in an e-mail. I don't know where it was published or if it is a hoax. My apologies if this ground has already been covered. The whole article won't fit in one post so part two follows.
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> The First Annual Jazz Awards: Roses and Brickbats
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> "Can't we all get along?"
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> Snit At The Knit
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> It was a shot heard 'round the world of jazz, that's for sure. When Stanley Crouch punched Howard Mandel at the party following the First Annual Jazz Awards, it quickly became the talk of the town, juicy fodder for the jazz gossip mill. The snit at the Knit.
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> But the real story is the Awards themselves. Their very existence is a tiny miracle all its own.
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> What Took So Long?
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> For years, many in the jazz community have wondered, why no Jazz Awards Show? The music and its creators certainly warrant a celebration of this nature. Why is such a creative and dynamic medium denied this validation? Two reasons. The people with money and power, the wealthy white men who control major
label recording, distribution and festivals worldwide, they can only agree on one thing. That they all want, and desperately need, more money and power. Under the guise of "helping jazz," they line their pockets and their stomachs, generation after generation. For years, these big shots of the jazz industry have tried to put on an awards show and failed. Somehow, their egos got in the way.
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> The other obstacle and one that remains a real stumbling block to greater public acceptance of this music is the long running debate, what is jazz? When Bird and Dizzy first arrived, that wasn't jazz. In the early 60s, some felt Coltrane was anti-jazz. Then came the debate about the avant garde. As long as I can remember, this in-fighting has plagued the music.
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> Paging Jerry Springer
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> Today that conflict, like most others in our tabloid society, can easily result in violence. What was once public discourse now more closely resembles an episode of the Jerry Springer Show. In fact, the only thing that was missing from the Knitting Factory at 1:45 am on last Tuesday morning was Mr. Springer himself.
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> The First Annual Jazz Awards happened because Michael Dorf, of Knitting Factory fame, and Howard Mandel, President of the Jazz Journalists Assocation, made them happen. Dorf wanted to do the awards last year during the first Texaco Festival. A squabble with George Wein put the kibosh on that. Michael conceived the event as bringing together the jazz industry and to finance it, needed their financial cooperation. This year, even though most of the industry didn't come through with anything more than lip service, Dorf persevered and the First Annual Jazz Awards became a reality although Alice Tully Hall was barely half
full for the event, billed as benefit for "Music Cares," and the "Jazz
Foundation of America."
>
> On With The Show!
>
> The production itself was flawed, overlong, and in need of a smoother format but these are minor quibbles. The bottom line here is that the First Annual Jazz Awards were big fun and should be an annual event televised for jazz fans worldwide.
>
> There were twenty three categories (plus three categories for Excellence in Jazz Journalism, announced earlier at the Iridium party). Two awards in each category, one from the industry, and one from the journalists. Add to that, musical numbers from Geri Allen with Wallace Roney, a duo of Alice and Ravi Coltrane, Dave Douglas, Joe Henderson, Joe Lovano, and the Mingus Big
Band.
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> During the standing ovations for presenters Horace Silver, Elvin Jones and Milt Jackson, the true nature of the event revealed itself. Aside from the JazzTimes convention and annual IAJE conference, there really aren't any occasions that bring together the jazz community en masse, in celebration of our existence and the joy of the music that unites us no matter how great our differences. We needed this.
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> When Don Byron accepted his award for Best Other Reed Instrumentalist from the industry, he said that "I came here prepared to feel how corny this was going to be but now I feel myself very touched and really, kind of humbled."
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> The Plot Thickens
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> Of course a moment in the spotlight at an awards show can be very intoxicating, especially for someone with an agenda. When Sue Mingus accepted the awards for triple-winning Mingus Big Band (journalists' choice for Best Artist Or Band In Performance, and picked by both voting groups for Best Big Band), she took potshots at Lincoln Center. At first she commented how glad she was to have the Mingus Big Band playing the music of Charles Mingus at Lincoln Center. How Mingus' music hadn't been performed there since "Epitaph," in 1989. And when she won the second award, she declared, "who needs Lincoln Center!"
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> When queried about Ms. Mingus' comments, Jazz at Lincoln Center's Rob Gibson replied via email that the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra was playing Mingus on their current tour and that "the LCJO has played Mingus' music on several tours throughout the years though it's true that we only did one evening of his music since we became a year-round entity in 1991, and we've never really played it as well as the Mingus Big Band does.J@LC loves Sue Mingus and supports her and the work she does on behalf of her late great husband.
> Mingus lives!"
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> What would the buddha-like bassist have to say about that?
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> The Real Fireworks Begin!
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> More awards and performances and then Stanley Crouch arrived on stage to present the Improviser of the Year awards. Unlike the other presenters who stuck to the script, Crouch delivered his own intro, a discourse on how jazz was the music for adults. Although this was not an evening for sermons, at least Rev. Crouch had something valid to offer here. But then, he ran
amok.
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>
(to be continued)...
>
> The First Annual Jazz Awards: Roses and Brickbats
>
>
> "Can't we all get along?"
>
> Snit At The Knit
>
> It was a shot heard 'round the world of jazz, that's for sure. When Stanley Crouch punched Howard Mandel at the party following the First Annual Jazz Awards, it quickly became the talk of the town, juicy fodder for the jazz gossip mill. The snit at the Knit.
>
> But the real story is the Awards themselves. Their very existence is a tiny miracle all its own.
>
> What Took So Long?
>
> For years, many in the jazz community have wondered, why no Jazz Awards Show? The music and its creators certainly warrant a celebration of this nature. Why is such a creative and dynamic medium denied this validation? Two reasons. The people with money and power, the wealthy white men who control major
label recording, distribution and festivals worldwide, they can only agree on one thing. That they all want, and desperately need, more money and power. Under the guise of "helping jazz," they line their pockets and their stomachs, generation after generation. For years, these big shots of the jazz industry have tried to put on an awards show and failed. Somehow, their egos got in the way.
>
> The other obstacle and one that remains a real stumbling block to greater public acceptance of this music is the long running debate, what is jazz? When Bird and Dizzy first arrived, that wasn't jazz. In the early 60s, some felt Coltrane was anti-jazz. Then came the debate about the avant garde. As long as I can remember, this in-fighting has plagued the music.
>
> Paging Jerry Springer
>
> Today that conflict, like most others in our tabloid society, can easily result in violence. What was once public discourse now more closely resembles an episode of the Jerry Springer Show. In fact, the only thing that was missing from the Knitting Factory at 1:45 am on last Tuesday morning was Mr. Springer himself.
>
> The First Annual Jazz Awards happened because Michael Dorf, of Knitting Factory fame, and Howard Mandel, President of the Jazz Journalists Assocation, made them happen. Dorf wanted to do the awards last year during the first Texaco Festival. A squabble with George Wein put the kibosh on that. Michael conceived the event as bringing together the jazz industry and to finance it, needed their financial cooperation. This year, even though most of the industry didn't come through with anything more than lip service, Dorf persevered and the First Annual Jazz Awards became a reality although Alice Tully Hall was barely half
full for the event, billed as benefit for "Music Cares," and the "Jazz
Foundation of America."
>
> On With The Show!
>
> The production itself was flawed, overlong, and in need of a smoother format but these are minor quibbles. The bottom line here is that the First Annual Jazz Awards were big fun and should be an annual event televised for jazz fans worldwide.
>
> There were twenty three categories (plus three categories for Excellence in Jazz Journalism, announced earlier at the Iridium party). Two awards in each category, one from the industry, and one from the journalists. Add to that, musical numbers from Geri Allen with Wallace Roney, a duo of Alice and Ravi Coltrane, Dave Douglas, Joe Henderson, Joe Lovano, and the Mingus Big
Band.
>
> During the standing ovations for presenters Horace Silver, Elvin Jones and Milt Jackson, the true nature of the event revealed itself. Aside from the JazzTimes convention and annual IAJE conference, there really aren't any occasions that bring together the jazz community en masse, in celebration of our existence and the joy of the music that unites us no matter how great our differences. We needed this.
>
> When Don Byron accepted his award for Best Other Reed Instrumentalist from the industry, he said that "I came here prepared to feel how corny this was going to be but now I feel myself very touched and really, kind of humbled."
>
> The Plot Thickens
>
> Of course a moment in the spotlight at an awards show can be very intoxicating, especially for someone with an agenda. When Sue Mingus accepted the awards for triple-winning Mingus Big Band (journalists' choice for Best Artist Or Band In Performance, and picked by both voting groups for Best Big Band), she took potshots at Lincoln Center. At first she commented how glad she was to have the Mingus Big Band playing the music of Charles Mingus at Lincoln Center. How Mingus' music hadn't been performed there since "Epitaph," in 1989. And when she won the second award, she declared, "who needs Lincoln Center!"
>
> When queried about Ms. Mingus' comments, Jazz at Lincoln Center's Rob Gibson replied via email that the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra was playing Mingus on their current tour and that "the LCJO has played Mingus' music on several tours throughout the years though it's true that we only did one evening of his music since we became a year-round entity in 1991, and we've never really played it as well as the Mingus Big Band does.J@LC loves Sue Mingus and supports her and the work she does on behalf of her late great husband.
> Mingus lives!"
>
> What would the buddha-like bassist have to say about that?
>
> The Real Fireworks Begin!
>
> More awards and performances and then Stanley Crouch arrived on stage to present the Improviser of the Year awards. Unlike the other presenters who stuck to the script, Crouch delivered his own intro, a discourse on how jazz was the music for adults. Although this was not an evening for sermons, at least Rev. Crouch had something valid to offer here. But then, he ran
amok.
>
>
(to be continued)...