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New Orleans Diary IV

Based purely on that fratboy nonsense one sees every year as the mass media depiction of Mardi Gras I must say I was less than impressed and never truly compelled to visit New Orleans during that annual carnival.  Being here in the mix is a decidedly different story.  Mardi Gras came early this year, colliding rather closely with the dreaded post-holiday bill receipt season and in direct conflict with the Super Bowl on the last Sunday of carnival.  (We had a Super Bowl party at our house and some of the revelers split to make the short walk to St. Charles Avenue for the big Bacchus parade that evening.)  All that aside from all accounts Mardi Gras ’08 was a much closer return to pre-Katrina levels of both attendance and celebration for the local folks.

 

Though it seems somewhat discounted as more of a lark than an "official" part of the Mardi Gras season, the season kicked off for us royally with the tongue-in-cheek Krewe du Vieux parade through the Marigny and the French Quarter on Saturday, January 19.  There’s something about witnessing a squad of guys dressed as sperm, followed closely behind by a phallus-festooned parade float and led by a smokin’ brass band that’s bound to get you in the spirit!  I’d been forewarned that Krewe du Vieux was not to be missed.  This was the parade with the most over-the-top and biting political satire of all, and the only parade of the entire Mardi Gras season to employ 18 brass bands — including such outstanding examples of the form as Rebirth Brass Band, Treme Brass Band, and the Hot 8.  This was also an excellent taste of nighttime parading and it didn’t take long for that to be a personal preference over the daytime parades. 

 

We were invited that evening to a parade viewing party by Jason Patterson, who books the acts at NOLA’s most vibrant modern jazz club Snug Harbor.  Jason and his affable spouse live upstairs above the club and throughout the night a host of parade revelers — some costumed, some not… all fueled merrily by the spirits of the evening, passed through their place, either to gawk at the passing parade on Frenchman Street below from the balcony or as a refueling stop before re-joining the hooting, hollering & "throw" catchers on the parade route. 

 

The "throws" are one of the keys to Mardi Gras.  Though Krewe du Vieux was high on hilarity it was not one of the big float-dominated parades; more of a walking/marching parade with guys dressed up in full female regalia, gals dressed up in all manner of garb and plenty of spectator shout-outs.  But the "throws" were indeed in evidence.  Those ubiquitous Mardi Gras strands of beads are the main "throw", as parade participants toss their booty and bounty to parade watchers along the route, and the catch is the thing.  We’re not talking about big ticket items here, the main thrill being in who can make the catches and stack up the booty.  Yeah I know, you have to be there.

 

After an excellent trip to Panama (see earlier post) in the wee hours after Krewe du Vieux (we’re talking 2:30am wake-up call!) it was back to NOLA and back to the Mardi Gras mix.  As I said I never really had a bead on the Mardi Gras vibe and was amazed at the sheer number of parades and parties.  For roughly ten days there was a parade every night — sometimes more than one — and both daytime and nighttime parades on the weekends.  Some of the faves were Muses — the all-women parade where males seemed to receive the same preferential "throws" treatment reserved for females on the other parade routes — Tucks was pretty funny, with mini-toilet plungers as one of the prized "throws" (you hadda be there), and two of the so-called "super" parades (so-called because they employ the biggest floats) Endymion and Zulu.

 

Zulu is of particular interest because as the social aid & pleasure club’s name implies it is the major and traditional black parade; some will recall that Louis Armstrong, the Heavyweight Champion of New Orleans music, was the Zulu King for the 1949 parade.  Zulu was started precisely because of the Jim Crow prohibition of black folks from "rolling" (as the parade route movement is referred) in the other parades.  As a result what started out as a spoof or slam on the other parades — black folks "rolling" in blackface — continues to this day, with Zulu also including a share of white folks in blackface. 

 

As I viewed the other parades — with some floats for example populated by crazy looking costumed cats all in greenface, yellowface, purpleface or whatever — I was able to somewhat overcome my initial shock (I knew it was coming, but when the afro bewigged black and white faces on the Zulu rollers came around it was still a shock to the cultural system) by putting the cumulative hilarity of parade participant face painting and all-round masquerading of both the rollers and the spectators in context.  And we nabbed two of the prized Zulu "throws" — one black and one gold painted and decorated coconut (and dig the symbolism there as well).

 

The general parade "rolling" practice appears to be floats sometimes preceeded by  marching revelers (one parade had marching skeletons) and followed by high school and college marching bands.  And that’s where Krewe du Vieux captured the prize, with their rolling procession of brass bands; not to mention the fact that Krewe du Vieux was the only parade other than Zulu to have a black King & Queen.  I found it curious that the Zulu King & Queen were Katrina evacuees still living in Houston.  Would it have been more apt to have a Zulu King & Queen who persevered, weathered the storm and proudly returned to NOLA to assist in the recovery?  You be the judge…

 

 

 

 

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Panama Jazz Festival ’08

Traveling to Panama in late January is pleasant duty, even if doing so from the Crescent City where the weather has been quite inviting for we northeastern transplants.  Arriving there for the 5th annual Panama Jazz Festival along with students from the Thelonious Monk Institute’s graduate studies program at Loyola University was a literal trip to the vibrant heart of the festival.  Pianist-composer Danilo Perez, who spent an engrossing week in residence with the Monk students last fall, produces this festival as a true labor of love through his Danilo Perez Foundation.  And one mustn’t forget the stellar and loving work of Danilo’s longtime manager Robin Thomchin or his spouse, alto saxophonist Patricia Zarate who ran the education component of the festival, in this equation.

 

The festival has become such an integral part of Panama’s cultural calendar that it has been embraced in a somewhat unprecedented way.  Amidst the festival’s weeklong education tract, concerts, and jam sessions members of the press and guests were invited to a lovely afternoon reception at the White House, the residence of the Panamanian prez.  That afternoon President Juan Carlos Navaro took a step that one wishes more heads of state would make — he announced that the Panama Jazz Festival would henceforth be a line item in the government’s annual budget!  The announcement brought a bit of knee-weakness and tears of joy to Danilo who had joined him on the dias.  Surely this was the culmination of Perez’s herculean efforts and was a well-deserved capstone to this 5th anniversary festival celebration.  But as Danilo well knows, now the real work begins.

 

The Monk students joined educators from Berklee College of Music, which has been providing scholarships to deserving Panamanian music students, New England Conservatory of Music and a NEC student ensemble in providing daytime education services to an eager cadre of thirsty aspiring musicians whose energy and desire to learn this music was inspiring on many levels.  This education mission defines  the Panama Jazz Festival, Danio Perez’s yeoman effort at developing a real jazz culture in his native land.  There are many in the U.S. who could learn real lessons from what is happening here in Panama.

 

Beginning with Wednesday evening’s gala at the beautiful National Theatre, a classic opera house, the following evenings were given over to concert performances and jam sessions.  The gala, a dress-up affair attended by many government officials and festival sponsors, was dedicated to the bolero, or balladic style of Panamanian musical expression.  The evening’s highlights both featured Perez at their centers, his only performances of the festival.  What a joy it was to see Danilo Perez Sr. emoting warmly alongside his son, with Patricia Zarate bending her alto obbligatos joining the two strings-accompaniment.  Later that evening Danilo played a beautiful duo with Panama’s minister of tourism the great salsero Ruben Blades, who was a supportive festival presence throughout the week.

 

Thursday and Friday evening were concert performances on the immense Atlapa convention center stage.  The huge draftiness of that venue pointed out one of the festival’s growing pains: the need for a more mid-sized venue.  Alto saxophonist Tia Fuller, who along with her explosive drummer Kim Thompson was fresh off a tour as part of pop star Beyonce’s all-woman backing band, literally raised the roof with her burning quartet.  Fuller and Thompson were joined by the leader’s sister Shawne Royston on piano and Miriam Sullivan on bass.  The audience was immediately smitten with the fierceness of the quartet’s performance of a neatly balanced program of mainly originals.

 

Blues and jazz singer Catherine Russell was given the daunting task of following Tia’s bristling quartet, which in lesser hands could have proven a disaster.  But Ms. Russell sang a fine set of old wine in new bottles, including such rarely covered chestnuts as Dakota Staton’s classic "Late Late Show", a buttery rendition of Hoagy Carmichael’s "New Orleans", dipped into the book of Ella Fitzgerald with Chick Webb for "All Night Long," and threw in some Pops Armstrong with "Back ‘O Town Blues."  She’s a good storyteller and was enraptured all week long by this wonderful journey to her ancestral homeland: her father is the great Panamanian bandleader Luis Russell, a noted Armstrong associate, and her mother is the bassist Carline Ray from the Original Sweethearts of Rhythm; so Catherine Russell is from royal stock indeed.

 

Friday evening at Atlapa brought mallet man Dave Samuels’ Caribbean Jazz Project and guitarist Stanley Jordan to the stage.  Samuels is playing a lot of marimba these days, alternating that elongated keyboard nicely with his vibes work.  He was particularly pungent on Denzil Best’s "Bemsha Swing" from the book of Monk, and a "Stolen Moments" workout, with guest Panamanian percussionist Ricky Sanchez adding to the mix. 

 

Stanley Jordan has always been a bit of an enigma.  Is his muse best served as a solo artist or in ensemble?  His prodigious tapping technique, still the core of his musicality, seems to lend itself best to his solo efforts as opposed to his trio with the equally prodigious Charnett Moffett on bass, and drums.  Curiously Moffett confined his efforts to the bass guitar, where perhaps his acoustic bass might have better served Jordan.  Jordan’s technique also seems best served at ballad tempo, as was the case on lovely renditions of Thad Jones’ "A Child is Born" and "My One and Only Love" — both solo.  After all these years Stanley Jordan still seems in search of his proper niche.  Perhaps his forthcoming first record in a decade, for Mack Avenue, will provide more clues. 

 

Saturday afternoon and evening is the true performance high point of the Panama Jazz Festival.  Presented free to the people on a bustling plaza abutting an ancient cathedral in Old Panama City, over 10,000 revelers jammed the space for what has become a real celebration.  Along the sides of the audience space, stage front of which was jammed with neatly placed chairs, folks were grilling food, the drink stand served up potent and inexpensive rum & cokes pouring Panama’s hearty Abuelo Rum, and the teeming throng thoroughly enjoyed a reprise of all of the previous evening’s concert artists.  Added to that mix were the Monk Institute Ensemble and the NEC student ensemble with their separate programs of originals, Panamanian pianist Dino Nugent, and from Seattle vocalist Kelley Johnson.

 

The Caribbean Jazz Project, positioned a bit earlier in the day than one might imagine for a band of their repute, performed another crisply rewarding program.  Kelley Johnson won many hearts with her keen ear for a good song and broad repertory, which included a nice concluding Abbey Lincoln medley and a traditional bolero she winningly sang in Spanish.  Once again it was Tia Fuller’s quartet which captured the day, threatening to lift off the stage on the wings of an audience response that bordered on hysteria.  Catherine Russell and Stanley Jordan closed out a great day in Old Panama City and capped off another successful Panama Jazz Festival.

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Presenter’s POV: IAJE ’08

IAJE Invades Lovely Toronto

 

Toronto, a place I’ve enjoyed visiting since my childhood in Ohio, is a  wonderful city with a truly diverse and hospitable populace and a vigorous arts & culture scene.  And Canada is home to a broad range of exceptional jazz artists and the absolute best jazz festival circuit of any country on the planet.  Toronto played host last week to the annual conference of the International Association for Jazz Education (IAJE)and I came away wondering if Toronto was an apt conference host.  On the whole the conference lacked its usual juice; somehow the energy level was decidedly down, not to mention conference registration.

 

Perhaps the major reason for this is because for one reason or another the jazz industry simply did not travel this time around.  Some blamed it on the weather — which though chilly was never truly cold and lacking precipitation was quite manageable even for those not housed in the Intercontinental Hotel adjacent to the conference site at the convention center.  It seemed that at least the threat of inclement weather was enough to cause some of the senior jazz artists usually in attendance to bag the trip, as was evidenced in the case of NEA Jazz Masters attendance.    And let’s not forget how notoriously lazy and provincial certain members of the New York-centric jazz industry and intelligensia are about traveling to the "provinces."

 

Consequently, though expertly programmed as usual, the conference’s Industry Track offerings were in many cases — some glaringly so — under-attended and lacking their usual buzz.  Maybe it was the perception in certain corners of the jazz industry of a lack of the usual sidebar meeting opportunities; Toronto was definitely absent the hang-out atmosphere of the New York conferences where many folks skip registration but hang out at the HQ hotels all day taking advantage of their peers being on-site for the annual confab and the joys of simply connecting with friends and colleagues in the business.

 

One notable example of low session attendance was the annual Grammy Soundtable, which always plays to a packed house.  Perhaps it was the emphasis on historic recording engineers (Phil Ramone, Al Schmitt) that didn’t exactly resonate with conferees.  Whatever the case, I had to dash off to another session but when I left the room was barely 1/4 occupied!  DownBeat’s live Blindfold tests are always SRO sessions; but this year’s participants, the distinguished NEA Jazz Master David Baker and educator Jamey Aebersold didn’t have quite the pull of the usual all-star draw. 

 

Howard Mandel (catch his blog link on this site) seemed to be everywhere, wearing his Jazz Journalist Association hat proudly and chairing a couple of sessions.  One in particular, a roundtable on the digital age, featured the erudite Canadian critic James Hale and the brilliant Canadian keyboardist-composer Andy Milne.  I counted less than a dozen in the audience for what could have been a lively discussion. The evening concerts, though blessed with their own charms, lacked the draw of the usual evening events at the New York conferences.  And the exhibit hall was decidedly low-key and down in terms of vendor participation.

 

All that aside it was still a good hang; an excellent opportunity to connect with industry friends and jazz peers.  Among the highlights were gala awardee Bill Strickland’s heartfelt acceptance speech and the performance of the Sisters in Jazz on the Wednesday event, followed by a sparkling performance by the New York Voices at the evening concert.  Frankly I had tended to somewhat dismiss the New York Voices as a bit slick around the edges; my ears were indeed opened by their IAJE performance, which was augmented by special guest NEA Jazz Master Paquito D’Rivera’s usual joie de vivre.  The truly original young guitarist Lionel Loueke essayed his forthcoming Blue Note debut with aplomb to close that particular evening.

 

The next morning — and here is truly one of the best reasons to attend IAJE, notice I said morning — at 11:00 the promising young acoustic bassist-vocalist Esperanza Spalding, who will release her Heads Up debut recording later this spring, gave a fine account of her blossoming skills.  I was particularly delighted to hear the engrossing young drummer Otis Brown, who had been a guest on my Jazz Ed TV show on BET Jazz some years back as a student, and Cleveland homeboy Jamey Hadad on percussion assisting Ms. Spalding, who has special talent written across her forehead.

 

One of the best organized and most heartfelt sessions, and one which did draw a packed room, was the Thursday afternoon Wynton Kelly and the Musical Company He Kept, a loving tribute to one of the swingingest pianists this music has ever produced.  Kelly was remembered principally by drummer Jimmy Cobb, bassist Paul West, and his cousin NEA Jazz Master Randy Weston.  And just to put the man in the house as it were, the session ended with the screening of a Jazz Icons DVD performance of Kelly in the company of John Coltrane rendering "On Green Dolphin Street."  Immediately following that, in an obvious statement of IAJE’s usual embarassment of riches, Dan Morgenstern ably pinch-hit for Billy Taylor in a NEA Jazz Master’s conversation with Roy Haynes, which was followed by an NEA Jazz Masters roundtable with three of their Advocacy category Masters: John Levy, Dan Morgenstern, and Gunther Schuller.

 

The NEA Jazz Masters day was actually Friday and in addition to the two sessions above, A.B. Spellman ably interviewed the 2008 NEA Jazz Masters recipients: Candido, Quincy Jones, Tom McIntosh, Gunther Schuller, and Joe Wilder.  Trumpet master Wilder opened by recalling his former early bandleader Lionel Hampton as both musical giant and midget in the way he often mis-treated his musicians, observations which drew knowing chuckles from the large assemblage.  Full disclosure: I work intimately with this program as coordinator of the NEA Jazz Masters Live project.

 

Friend and colleague Larry Blumenfeld, who has been a tireless champion of all things New Orleans in pointing out the ongoing ills and disparities of the post-storm recovery as part of his ongoing book project (also see the three installments of my New Orleans newcomer’s diary elsewhere on this blog and read Blumenfeld’s linked blog for his potent commentaries), chaired a rewarding session titled In the Number which included live testimony from Scott Aiges of the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Foundation, and Blumenfeld’s revealing taped interview segments.  Alas, though heart was deep in this house, session attendance was pitiful.

 

The following Saturday morning was another of those AM performance gems one often finds at IAJE.  Bassist and Berklee educator Oscar Stagnaro directed the IAJE Latin America Jazz Ensemble under the auspices of the Puerto Rico chapter of IAJE (hey, how ’bout an IAJE conference in San Juan?) in a crisp performance thoroughly en clave, richly in the jazz tradition.  Various sidebar meetings that afternoon and a final run through the exhibit hall prevented attendance of Saturday panel sessions.  Thankfully I came up for some fresh air at 4:00 and copped a comfortable seat for yet another strong performance, this time by the very complimentary and creative duo of saxophonist-clarinetist Marty Ehrlich and pianist Myra Melford, who has certainly come a long way from the shy young woman I first met as a finalist at the Thelonious Monk piano competition years ago.  Back then Myra wasn’t quite sure of her direction.  Now she is an entirely assertive, first rank pianist and composer with a growing and impressive discography.  And having Marty Ehrlich and Paquito D’Rivera on the same conference provided the keen of ear a delicious opportunity to sample the state of the jazz clarinet.

 

Later that evening over a delicious Indian meal in good journalist company, career jazz record man Ricky Schultz, salting the conversation with a particularly humorous recollection of his MCA days encounter with the legendary Lew Wasserman, unveiled his promising new station at the fresh approach of Resonance Records, a new not-for-profit model.  Stay tuned for some good music from that port.  There are major changes afoot at IAJE central — again, stay tuned…  It will be quite interesting to see how next year’s conference, slated for Seattle, turns out; a real test of whether or not the conference should permanently root itself in New York.  But let’s not get too rash, after all the 2011 conference is scheduled for the Crescent City — and that’ll be a guaranteed blast.

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New Orleans Newcomers Diary #3

A Bit of the Yin & Yang of Life in the Crescent City

Columnist Chris Rose, in the 1/16/08 edition of The Times-Picayune newspaper, wrote a humorously penetrating column on the eternal question those of us who live in NOLA inevitably face when venturing out: “How’s New Orleans Doing?”  This question is particularly acute for someone like me who is still a relative newcomer to the city, and may even be posed in a more pointed manner.  My standard response is this city is a place of enormous Yin & Yang — a term loosely generalized here to denote Positive & Negative — and the Yin outweighs the Yang… so far.  Or as Rose characterizes it: “things are much better than they are worse.”

 

It’s so easy to forget for a moment the Yang of life in New Orleans, to momentarily dismiss the misery index that might be lurking just around the corner.  If one were to confine oneself to the areas most visitors experience — namely the French Quarter, the Garden District, and most of the Uptown area (where we live and where the Monk Institute is housed at Loyola University) — one would get the impression that all’s well nearly two and a half years after the calamity that is referred to here as The Storm. 

 

The Monk Institute engages jazz masters to visit Loyola on residency teaching gigs with its grad students on a monthly basis, for weeklong stints.  Thus far such illustrious artists as Ron Carter, Lewis Nash, Nnenna Freelon, Danilo Perez, Benny Golson, and John Scofield have come down.  Danilo Perez in particular got an eyeful.  Initially once on the ground he hopefully exclaimed that all seemed well, all appeared to be back together, up and running.  That is until the program’s education coordinator Jonathan Bloom (musician and member of the family of the late clarinet master Alvin Batiste, Edward “Kidd” Jordan, Kent Jordan, Marlon Jordan, Stephanie Jordan, etc. and a family musician tradition going back seven generations), who literally knows where all the bodies are buried, took him on the obligatory Yang tour of such neighborhoods as the now-infamous Lower Ninth Ward, Gentilly, and Lakeside.  To see street after street of either ruins or ghostly concrete slabs where once were lively homes is a sobering immersion into the Yang of New Orleans ’08.  And we’re talking about black folks’ neighborhoods here — but not purely poor folks’ neighborhoods; black folks of all stripe have suffered over the last two+ years of lingering misery index.  The gap between have and have-not in New Orleans is as stark as any I’ve envisioned — even dating back to my former life in the euphemistically titled “criminal justice system” in my post-grad days.  Danilo and the other masters who’ve been on this tour through the lingering misery came away changed.

 

The Yin: the spirit here remains very high.  I have a friend who lost four houses to the Storm.  After decades of paying out homeowners insurance he settled for a grand total of $80K… for FOUR HOUSES!!!  But like so many he is determined to slowly but surely remake those houses, to make them viable dwellings once again — on his own.  You see and experience so much of that spirit that it raises your own sensibilities and optimism.  All over town are legions of work crews, largely Latino, working steadily to rebuild the many ruins.  Traveling a short distance from home to the monthly and quite bustling outdoor marketplace (for a Midwesterner who spent 18 years in the Northeast, the mild, often balmy winter weather here is a major Yin) at Freret & Napoleon on a lovely Saturday afternoon in January we navigated our way around work crews and the occasional neglected ruins — caved in roofs, sides ripped off, in all manner of disrepair — sitting starkly alongside homes brightly decorated for the holidays.  The market was buzzing — a blues band raucously followed the Treme Brass Band onstage while we were there soaking up the spirit… the Yin of New Orleans.

 

It’s Mardi Gras season and the spirits are further boosted.  The markets are chock full of seasonal king cakes and all manner of goodies designed to get your food & drink on for carnival season.  And if you think Mardi Gras is all about that fratboy French Quarter nonsense you see on television… think again.  We’ve learned in no uncertain terms that idiocy ain’t the real Mardi Gras, and we should prepare ourselves for a grand old time.  This weekend is the must-see Krewe du Vieux parade with its over-the-top humor and jamming brass bands — the Yin fo’ sho’.  All these years of disinterest in Mardi Gras based on no interest in that other ridiculousness appears to have been missed opportunities.  We’ll be right there chasing down the Mardi Gras Indians activities like so many Mardi Gras season revelers.  At times like these its so easy to forget the misery index… but it’s here, perhaps just around the corner. 

 

But again, the spirit is strong & high and the will to overcome must inevitably triumph.  The Second Line parades have been jumping every Sunday since late summer.  The rich African cultural traditions embodied in those parades is soul deep and yet more manifestation of the Yin of New Orleans.  The community radio station here, WWOZ 90.7 FM (sample it’s eclectic, New Orleans-centric music menu around the world at www.wwoz.org), is supported nearly as much by folks outside this region who yearn for that New Orleans’ sound as part of their daily life rhythm.  Each odd hour of the day WWOZ runs the Live Wire, detailing who’s playing the clubs.  For a city whose populace is still creeping towards 300,000 from it’s pre-storm 400,000+, the amount of musical joy to be found in its myriad clubs on a nightly basis is amazing.  And some of these joints have 9:00 a.m. hits and others that begin at 2:00 a.m.!

 

After 18 years on-air at beloved WPFW in Washington, DC part of my New Orleans’ Yin is finding opportunities on WWOZ, a station about which I’ll speak in detail next time.  Stay tuned…

Peace,

Willard Jenkins

Jazz Cultural Warrior

 

 

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Think you’re ready to play a festival? Part 1

My experience as artistic director of two jazz festivals — the 29-year old Tri-C JazzFest Cleveland and the emerging, 7-year old BeanTown Jazz Festival, produced in Boston by Berklee College of Music, tends to load my snail and email boxes with inquiries from artists and bands seeking employment.  But festivals are a different animal from clubdates and concert engagements.  In the case of Tri-C JazzFest, the nature of our festival suggests that it is difficult at best to present artists making their first appearance in our market.  Our audience can be characterized as a ‘show-me’ audience; they’ve got to have some measure of comfort with an artist or concert billing in order to plunk down their well-earned ticket dollars.  Put simply, rarely will our audience buy tickets to artists they do not know.  BeanTown is another matter entirely, primarily because its core event is free of charge.

 

Recently I was afforded an opportunity to speak with the student musicians of the Thelonious Monk Institute’s graduate studies program at Loyola University on the subject of artist readiness in terms of approaching jazz festivals for performance opportunities.  Here are some of the stress points of that conversation:

 

Do your research

  • Get the major jazz magazine annual festivals directories which list pertinent festival information and contact information.
  • Investigate festival web sites: Determine who, what, when, where info, but also carefully research their booking patterns, who and what type of artists they are likely to present.  Ask yourself a question: do they book and present lesser known or emerging artists?  Is there a place at this festival for my kind of music?  Do they present student ensembles?  Do they have a significant jazz education component?  (These last two points were stressed to the Monk ensemble because they are uniquely poised to work education-based jazz festivals.)  Educate yourself thoroughly on what these festivals present, how/where they present (# of venues, etc.).

You must have a recent recording.

  • To exemplify who you are and what you play, to use as a "calling card" to substantiate your artistry; a recording to be made available to the presenter for the targeted festival’s local radio outlet and PR/Marketing efforts, etc.  NOT a demo — a commercially-available recording, even if it is only available through web or downloads.

 

Communications

  • Communicate with festivals and presenters in a collegial manner; don’t be "pushy"; keep them abreast of your activities without pushing or being an annoyance; be in touch respectfully.  Be pleasant and persistent but NOT insecure and pushy.  Take the position in your mind that my music is so good that sooner or later this person is going to hire me.  Be confident and savvy in your communication.  Make it your point to meet & greet, but not in a pushy way — there’s a fine line you need to walk.

This is the first in an occasional series of tips towards festival readiness for artists and bands.  Your response and input is welcome.  I should note that in the case of Tri-C JazzFest Cleveland as a means of presenting newer artists to our community in situations that do not have ticket sales pressures we created our Debut Series of free concert performancesDrop us a line if you’re interested in how to be part of our Debut Series.

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