Keystone Korner: Portrait of a Jazz Club

The first jazz club I ever stepped foot in was the old Keystone Korner in North Beach, San Francisco. It was the summer of 1979, and the bill was Eddie Harris and Les McCann. I was 14. It was intoxicating.

Described by its owner/manager Todd Barkan as a “bona fide psychedelic jazz club,” Keystone was a beacon of light in the sometimes dark 1970s of jazz, with a remarkable range of programming from the avant garde to the old traditionalists. The club’s run lasted a decade, ending in 1983. Photographer Kathy Sloane was there, and she has just published a beautiful book on the club. In addition to a generous helping of her wonderful black and white photos, she’s done a veritable oral history of the club and the scene it contained — and there’s a CD of live recordings from the club, including Bill Evans, Woody Shaw, Stan Getz, Dexter Gordon, Rahsaan Roland Kirk…

You can read my review of the book–and see a couple of Sloane’s fine photos–at All About Jazz.

Also see Kathy Sloane’s web site for more photos.

The old jazz-rock (and Mexican pointy boots)

The other day I posted about a musical trend that I think constitutes a new jazz-rock. Here is a long article devoted to what you might call the old jazz-rock. (It’s like the “new growth theory” in economics: it’s not obvious what’s so great about it until you are familiar with the “old growth theory.”) The link will take you to my review of a new five-CD box set of Miles Davis’s recordings for Warner Bros. Records (1986-1991). This is Miles’s Global Rock Star period. Not the best Miles, but not bad, either, and personally meaningful to me because this was the only Miles I experienced in real time.

In other news, thanks to my friend Nils for this entertaining reportage about the latest cultural phenomenon to emerge from the Huasteca of San Luis Potosí: Mexican pointy boots.

Las famosas botas picudas de Matehuala

The new jazz-rock

Allaboutjazz.com has just printed my review of a new album led by saxophonist Daniel Bennett called Peace & Stability Among Bears. It’s a fine record for the reasons enumerated in the review. But it’s interesting furthermore for being an example of a new breed of rock-influenced jazz performance. Other outstanding examples include Todd Sickafoose’s Tiny Resistors (Cryptogramophone, 2008) and saxophonist Jeremy Udden’s Plainville (Fresh Sound New Talent, 2009). Wait, you say; we’ve heard all about jazz rock circa 1970–John McLaughlin, Tony Williams, Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis. What’s new about that?

That first wave of fusion was inspired by Sly and the Family Stone, Jimi Hendrix and James Brown. The novelty of the new breed is that these guys all grew up on a totally different type of rock and roll sound: the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Radiohead, the Police. Or “sounds”, plural, I should say, because there’s little to link to those groups aesthetically or stylistically.

Is this a good thing? My own enthusiasm for the rock and roll bands listed above ranges from tepid to mildy interested, and it’s more emotional than aesthetic–those were my childhood sounds, too. Do I really want a jazz based on those sounds?

Yes and no. Jazz owes its great appeal–and its success–to having flung its doors open to the world. It’s a music of syncretism from the very start. Having electric guitar intros to one’s songs that could have sprung from 1970s FM rock radio–as Bennett does–is an example of that open-minded spirit. Moreover, it’s the musical stuff of these players’ pasts, and there is a kind of honesty in referring to it. To be sure, they also refer to the jazz canon.

I’d say the jury’s out on this question for now. But there is no doubt in my mind that this new current exists and is growing. Udden has turned his album into a band project, giving it a second life. And the records sound great. (If you haven’t tuned in yet, start with the Sickafoose record–it’s among the most rewarding jazz releases I’ve heard in the last ten years.)