Jazz Poems

BRINGING JAZZ (Odd-numbered lines spoken slowly even -numbered ones quickly) Last night I had an oboe dream— Whistlers in a box-car madness bringing jazz Their faces stormed in a hobo-gleam, Blinding all the grinding wheels and singing jazz. The box-car gloried in its dirt— Just as hallelujah made of chanting mud. And one old bum opened up his shirt Showing wounds of music in his ranting blood. The hoboes sang with scorching notes Burning up the pain into a gale of jazz, While sadness poured in their shaking throats, Like a molten bugle in a wail of jazz. The rails were jails for death and rust— Holding up the cruel, dark blue speed of jazz— But life still stirred underneath their crust— Little hums and clicks brought by the need of jazz. Within the box-car, hoboes leaped— Fatalists and pagan in a carefree trap— And when they sang of hungers reaped, Bread and wine of sound came from a dark god’s lap! The hoboes made a fox-trot blaze— Scorning women, gliding in a sexless dance— And on their coats of ragged baize- Ghosts of orchids fluttered down and looked askance! The jungle sent a moan of sound—- Made it blend into an oathof northern grime. A music came, flaring and profound, Flayed with rapture half repelled and half sublime. And then I saw the dream’s dark spring—- Hurricanes of jazz born from the underworld. “Saint Louie Gal with a diamond ring” Danced with mobs of hoboes while the thunder swirled! MAXWELL BODENHEIM 

from Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young

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Maggie’s Back In Town ~ Howard McGhee | By Eddie Carter

Howard McGhee opens this morning’s discussion with a superb 1961 album, Maggie’s Back In Town (Contemporary Records M3596/S7596). He was one of the earliest jazz musicians to begin playing bebop and became a leading trumpet player during the Forties. Howard was also an excellent arranger and composer who performed with some of the elite musicians during that era. Drug problems derailed his career during the fifties, but he returned in 1960 and recorded two impressive albums for Lester Koenig’s label. A first-class trio joins him on this studio session: Phineas Newborn Jr. on piano, Leroy Vinnegar on bass, and Shelly Manne on drums. My copy is the 1975 US Stereo reissue.

Side One opens with a Howard McGhee original, Demon Chase. The quartet swings easily into the melody; then, Howard gets to the song’s core first. Phineas follows happily along in the second reading. McGhee returns on muted horn with a solo that’s sheer heaven. Leroy closes things out ahead of the finale. Willow Weep For Me by Ann Ronell is one of the most beautiful and recorded song’s from The Great American Songbook. Newborn makes the introduction segueing into McGhee’s muted slow-tempo theme and mellow opening statement. Phineas demonstrates tenderness and intimacy next, and then Howard takes the song out thoughtfully with the mute removed.

Softly, As In a Morning Sunrise by Sigmund Romberg and Oscar Hammerstein II is taken at a brisk clip, with the leader’s mute building the melody effectively. Howard delivers the song’s only solo with joyful vitality fueled by the trio’s exceptional support ahead of the closing chorus and climax. Sunset Eyes by Teddy Edwards ends the first side. The rhythm section sets the scene for McGhee’s easygoing melody. The tempo moves upward for a fascinating interpretation by the leader. Newborn also puts together a well-constructed offering preceding the closing chorus and gentle fadeout.

Side Two starts with Maggie’s Back In Town, by Teddy Edwards. The title refers to Howard’s nickname and his return to the jazz scene after battling drug addiction. The quartet’s bluesy theme gets things underway, followed by Howard’s warm welcome in the first solo. Newborn’s second statement is as delicious as a good meal. McGhee returns for a short reading, and then Vinnegar takes a relaxing walk. Manne shares the closing statement with Howard ahead of the ending theme. Summertime by George and Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward starts at mid-tempo, with the leader back on a muted trumpet. McGhee’s solo is as enjoyable as a day at the seaside until the close.

Brownie Speaks by Clifford Brown takes off with the foursome’s vigorous uptempo workout. Howard generates plenty of heat in the first solo. Phineas takes a scintillating statement next. Leroy follows with a short, robust comment, and the leader’s finale flows vibrantly toward the climax. Lester Koenig produced Maggie’s Back In Town, and Roy DuNann was the recording engineer. It’s a great-sounding reissue with an outstanding soundstage that brings the quartet to your listening room with stunning fidelity. If you’re in the mood for a hard-bop album with great tunes and tight musicianship, I invite you to check out Maggie’s Back In Town by Howard McGhee on your next record shopping trip. It’s an excellent introduction to his music and a terrific album that’s sure to give you many hours of listening pleasure!

~ Together Again! (Contemporary Records M3588/S7588) – Source: Discogs.com ~ Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise, Summertime, Willow Weep For Me – Source: JazzStandards.com © 2023 by Edward Thomas Carter

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Jazz Poems

CABARET (1927, Black & Tan Chicago) Rich, flashy, puffy-faced, Hebrew and Anglo-Saxon, The overlords sprawlhere with their glittering darlings, The smoke curls thick, in the dimmed light Surreptitiously, deaf-mute waiters Flatter the grandees, Going easily over the rich carpets, Wary lest they kick over the bottles Under the tables. The jazzband unleashes its frenzy. Now, now To it Roger; that’s a nice doggie Show your tricks to the gentlemen The trombone belches, and the saxophone Wails curdingly, the cymbals clash, The drummer twitches in an epileptic fit Muddy water Round my feet Muddy water The chorus sways in. The “Creole Beauties from New Orleans” (By way of Atlanta, Louisville, Washington, Yonkers, With stop-overs they’ve used nearly all their lives) Their creamy skin flushing rose warm O, le bal des belle quarterounes! Their shapely bodies naked save For tattered pink silk bodices, short velvet tights, Red bandanas on their sleek and close-clipped hair; To bring to mind (aided by the bottles under the tables) Life upon the river— Muddy water, river sweet (Lafitte the pirate, instead, And his doughty diggers of gold) There’s peace and happiness there I declare (In Arkansas, Poor half-naked fools, tagged with identification numbers, Worn out upon the levees, Are carted back to the serfdom They had never left before And may never leave again Bee—dap—ee-–DOOP, dee—ba—dee—BOOP The girls wiggle and twist Oh you too, Proud high-stepping beauties Show your paces to the gentlemen. A prime filly, seh. What am I offered, gentlemen, gentlemen…. I’ve been away a year today To wander and roar I don’t care if it’s muddy there (Now that the floods recede, What is there left the miserable folks? Oh time in abundance to count their losses, There is so little else to count.) Still it’s my home, sweet home From the lovely throats Moans and deep cries for home: Nashville, Toledo, Spout Springs, Boston, Creoles from Germantown;— The bodies twist and rock; The glasses are filled up again…. (In Mississippi The black folk huddle, mute, uncomprehending Wondering “how come the good Lord Could treat them this a way”) shelter Down to the Delta (Along the Yahoo The buzzards fly over, over, low Glutted, but with their scrawny necks stretching, Peering still.) I’ve got my toes turned Dixie ways Round that Delta let me laze The band goes mad, the drummer throws his sticks At the moon, a papier-maché moon, The chorus leaps into weird posturings, The firm-fleshed arms plucking at grapes to stain Their corralled mouths; seduction bodies weaving Bending, writhing, turning My heart cries out for MUDDY WATER (Down in the valleys The stench of the drying mud Is a bitter reminder of death Dee da dee DAAAAH STERLING A. BROWN

from Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young

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Pannonica ~ Horace Parlan Trio | By Eddie Carter

This morning’s album is by Horace Parlan, a pianist whose roots were deep in hard bop. I fell in love with his playing after hearing Movin’ & Groovin’ and The Complete Horace Parlan Blue Note Sessions. Pannonica (Enja Records 4076) is a 1984 release capturing The Horace Parlan Trio in performance at the Munich jazz club, The Domicile, on February 11,1981. Horace was stricken with polio as a child, resulting in the partial crippling of his right hand. It contributed to his developing a left-hand chord-voicing style and an ability to play rhythmic phrases with the right. He’s joined on stage by Reggie Johnson on bass and Alvin Queen on drums. My copy is the original German Stereo album.

No Greater Love, an abbreviation of the title There Is No Greater Love by Isham Jones and Marty Symes, begins the set with the trio’s energetic melody. Horace launches into a highly satisfying opening solo. Reggie comes in behind him with a vigorous statement. Alvin engages in an aggressive exchange with the pianist before the reprise and climax. The title tune, Pannonica, by Thelonious Monk, is one of his most beautiful compositions and opens with a solo piano introduction, segueing into the threesome’s delicately soft theme. Parlan treats the standard tenderly in the only solo, complemented by Johnson and Queen’s lush foundation into a gentle ending.

The first side closes with an enthusiastic rendition of C Jam Blues by Duke Ellington and Barney Bigard. The trio goes right to work with a lively melody. Horace leads the way with a vigorous solo. Reggie says his piece in the following reading. Alvin adds a bit of excitement in a spirited interpretation leading to the ensemble’s splendid finale. Randy Weston’s Hi-Fly starts Side Two with the trio’s inspired theme. Parlan is up first and stretches out in a beautifully constructed opening statement. Johnson takes the next turn, displaying an exemplary flow of ideas that builds to an effective climax.

The album closes with an old thirties song by George and Ira Gershwin, Who Cares? The trio opens with a medium-tempo melody as fresh as the fragrance after a summer rain shower. Horace takes the lead and brings out the sun in the first solo. Reggie responds with a compelling reading that flows nicely into the theme’s reprise and finish. Horst Weber and Matthias Winckelman produced Pannonica, and Carlos Albrecht recorded the album. This digital recording has an impressive soundstage that makes the instruments come alive through your speakers and places the listener in The Domicile audience as the musicians are performing.

Horace Parlan was one of jazz’s elder statesmen who constantly explored the individual possibilities of each tune he played with a sureness in his approach, which fueled his ability to improve with each new album continually. He, Reggie Johnson, and Alvin Queen make a fine team and demonstrate what a piano, bass, and drums could accomplish when firing on all cylinders. If you’re a fan of trio jazz, I invite you to consider Pannonica by The Horace Parlan Trio on your next record hunt. It’s one of the pianist’s best records and a very entertaining set that shouldn’t be missed for a spot in your library!

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Jazz Poems

OL’ BUNK’S BAND These are men! the gaunt, unfore- sold, the vocal, blatant, Stand up, stand up! the slap of a bass-string Pick, ping! The horn, the hollow horn long drawn out, a hound deep tone— Choking, choking! while the treble reed races–alone, ripples, screams slow to fast— to second to first! These are men! Drum, drum, drum, drum, drum drum, drum! the ancient cry, escaping crapulence eats through transcendent—torn, tears, term town, tense, turns and back off whole, leaps up, stomps down, rips through! These are men beneath whose force the melody limps— to proclaim—Run and lie down, in slow measures, to rest and not never need no more! These are men! Men!

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

from Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young

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