“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – A venture into rhythm and blues – and then the critical response

•July 23, 2010 • 2 Comments

Here is a little bit of what I have been thinking and writing about Herbie Hancock’s first Warner Brother’s recording, ‘Fat Albert Rotuna’, which began as music for the pilot episode for Bill Cosby’s animated television show. I consider the record really a composite of three different approaches – two of them grounded at least in part in rhythm and blues, one a vehicle for solos and the other R&B vamps; the third is represented by two lushy orchestrated ballads, one featuring acoustic piano.

Please note, again, that these are drafts with much editing and further writing to go. I’ve now moved on to finishing a working draft of the historical narrative for 1972-73.

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‘Wiggle-Waggle’, the up-tempo tune with the most solo space, opens in a manner unexpected for an R&B romp. The sounds we hear first may be strummed dulcimer or banjo, resting upon a bed of saxophone and trombone long tones. Floating further above is an echoplexed trumpet figure. At 0:22 a spicy guitar lick is joined by drummer Bernard Purdie’s backbeat and Jerry Jermott’s electric bass. And then the James Brown-like horn section enters (arrangements that may have been on Herbie’s mind map), orchestrated with depth and attention to detail. Just before the one-minute mark, Herbie begins to comp on electric piano. And before we know it, Joe Henderson is off and running with a solo that shows marks of rhythm and blues – rapidly repeated riffs, reaching up for an altissimo held note – all refracted through Henderson’s sound and his knowledge of post-bop. The trumpet solo crafted here by Joe Newman has a more linear, scalar and melodic feel. His tone is beautiful and there is more felt kinship here to Freddie Hubbard than to rhythm and blues, even as he blows over the big band long tones, At 3:10, Newman lands on a high pitched, sustained tone with buzzing vibrato, in synch with another round of supportive band long tones. At 3:24, Hancock’s comping creates a suspended chord holding pattern, as the solo winds down. There is a pause like a sigh.

And after a five second upwardly rising electric piano riff, Hancock is off and running on his own solo. It bears many of the marks of the funky style to appear next on Freddie Hubbard’s ‘Red Clay’ and then on ‘Ostinato (Suite For Angela)’, the opening tune on ‘Mwandishi’, and again later on ‘Headhunters’. These include short call and response phrases, trades between solo lines and repeated left hand chords, momentary thick chordal phrases, tension built as he moves up the keyboard, resolving in an octave tremolo, endless variations on simple melodic fragments, and the ability to land right in the pocket when he wishes…

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[Note: The jazz press did not respond positively to this recording, which in some ways was a “one off” and in others, a relatively seamless exploration into how one could meld ideas from hard bop with more popular dance music forms. It is this kind of integration that has often proved so controversial among conventional jazz critics and audiences and which has been a recurring theme in Herbie Hancock’s creative output.]

[In his review, Down Beat writer Jim] Szantor termed ‘Fat Albert’ “Esthetic regression… in the soul-rock-r&b popcorn and onions vein… somewhat akin to a distinguished actor spurning a long-sought Shakespearean role in favor of a TV soap opera….” The main complaint voiced is the lack of improvisational space for Hancock and the horn players. It is true that there are tunes that quite intentionally contain no solos – they are about building a groove – but there are in fact tunes that include substantial improvisation. While Hancock is given credit for solos on the more conventionally jazz-oriented tunes; he “is heard to advantage only on the saving-grace ballads, where, in typical Hancock fashion, he often reworks nearly identical phrases to telling effect.” But what this reviewer misses is the “advantage” that Herbie Hancock precisely seeks in his ability to play funky rhythmic gestures, crafting a multi-layered interplay with the horns and rhythm section, even when the beat structure is straight up rhythm and blues…

Herbie Hancock’s “The Prisoner,” 1969

•July 22, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I’ve been listening, thinking, and writing about Herbie Hancock’s 1969 recordings for the second of my three historical chapters. These offer a running narrative with side journeys into some of the musical features. I’ve completed an early draft including passages about ‘The Prisoner’, Herbie’s final Blue Note release.

The personnel on ‘The Prisoner’ included the core of the Herbie Hancock Sextet that toured through Spring 1970: Johnny Coles on fluegelhorn, Joe Henderson on tenor saxophone and flute, Garnett Brown on trombone’ with a rhythm section led by Hancock on piano and, for the first time on one of his own recordings, electric piano, with Buster Williams offering a solid anchor on bass and Albert “Tootie” Heath on drums. But it is a richly orchestrated album, featuring a horn ensemble melding six voices, double the size of ‘Speak Like A Child’. The second horn trio varied between the two main sessions, with bass clarinet played by Romeo Penque or Jerome Richardson, with Richardson and Hubert Laws alternating on flute. Alternating on bass trombone was Tony Studd or Jack Jeffers.

Here goes some of it (remember that this is rough):

‘The Prisoner’ opens with ‘I Have a Dream’, a lyrical ballad buoyed by a samba beat. The first half of the melody, played on the flute, is supported with the richness of the two trombones. Additional horns and more complex harmonies back its second section. A bass clarinet announces the repetition of the tune, and counter melodies are played by the two trombones, flute, and piano. A third repetition of the tune is gently “sung” on fluegelhorn answered by the assembled horns. A rapidly fluttering figure by the flute offers filigree. A consort of horns complete this part of the melody, interrupted by a brief rhythmic figure. The fluegelhorn repeats the melody, this time backed by denser piano chordal comping. The tune then bounces between trombone and alto flute, with counter melodies appearing in various voices. A bridge leads to an elegantly stated piano solo, blues inflected towards the beginning, and unfolds by exploring variations off the melody in short phrases with intense beauty of line.

The title tune, ‘The Prisoner’ is a wild, intense romp, offering a soloistic vehicle for Joe Henderson, as he turns bits and pieces of melodic figures around and about, trying them out in multiple refractions, supported by intense drumming. The solo continues after a brief, unusual horn refrain with flute floating far above the rest. Hancock’s comping is at times spare, and always highly responsive to Henderson, reminiscent of some of Hancock’s playing behind Wayne Shorter and Miles Davis with the Davis Quintet. Piano and trumpet solos then follow.

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – Lovely chats along the way, and always looking for more

•July 16, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Along with working on the actual writing, what has been equally interesting for me is the ongoing conversations with people associated with the band. These are some of the loveliest, interesting, and critically thinking people one could ever meet. Small wonder, granted what their music sounds like, together and on their own. There are some places where I need more information, but at this point, its mostly checking in with people, getting to know them better, and this has been just a pleasure. I feel very fortunate.

I have also been hearing from people who attended various shows or have personal anecdotes. If you have thoughts in any of these directions, absolutely let me know. Useful gaps have been filled in this way, and also it provides a way for me to place this music in the context of the lives of its listeners and fellow travelers. Best bet is to contact me via email: gluckr@albany.edu

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – Progressing nicely

•July 16, 2010 • 2 Comments

Making great progress on the book. The second, third, and fourth chapters, largely a narrative telling of the basic story of the band are nearly done in draft form. There’s some fact checking, reference searching and so on to go, but its moving. I hadn’t realized how challenging it is to craft a linear narrative when there is not a tremendous amount of documentation. Its meant searching through old magazines and newspapers, asking people to look into their memories, check liner notes … and put it all together in a coherent fashion. Musical detective work. Next I move onto the parts that really interest me the most, which is the main body of the book, where thematic threads explore core elements in the music, and along the way tracking how Herbie and fellow musicians developed their materials and approaches before joining the band – and then as they evolved together along the way. I have much material for these next sections in first draft, accompanied by endless reams of charts I’ve drawn tracking performances of tunes, minute by minute. Those need careful looking and listening. I know, it sounds a bit extreme, but its the evidence that allows one to make broader statements that have truth value.

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – Shaping a narrative

•July 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

This week’s task is consolidating the various narrative strands into one or two continuous flows, and then building the rest of the text around the various themes, such as sonic texture, music making as collective transcendent experience, the studio as a composing instrument… and tying within those various narrative strands, musical analysis, road maps through solos…

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – Metaphors

•July 2, 2010 • 1 Comment

The most interesting question, as I proceed in writing the Mwandishi band book remains this: how does one take a linear narrative, turn it, shake it … and then craft a non-linear, fun read that mirrors the nature of the music? Making progress here, as I think increasingly metaphorically. How does one describe a solo as if it were a journey through the woods with a group of friends, noticing all the activity of the animals and birds, the swaying of the trees, moving in one’s chosen direction, yet influenced by the ever changing surroundings? How does one speak about intense interrelations between instruments as a quality of transcendent experience? Of musical textures as if they were swaths of intricately woven cloth… I knew this would be a far more difficult, but ultimately rewarding task than the one I initially began. I don’t have many models for this approach to writing about music, but I am treating it as much a creative musical project as it is one that is literary. What I am hoping to do in completing this book is to write about music by placing music within the context of simply being alive.

Ahmad Jamal

•June 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I’ve spoken with Herbie Hancock about how George Shearing was one of his influences. But not about Ahmad Jamal, some aspects of whose work builds upon Shearing, but then does far, far more that is distinctly Jamal. I’ve wondered about this and hope to inquire further. I know that he has been a major influence on all the members of Keith Jarrett’s trio, each of whom have been pianists.

Ahmad Jamal played this evening at the Saratoga Jazz Festival, and he played a wonderful set. Just exquisite. After his set, I had the opportunity to speak with him for a short while, something I’ve wanted to do for some time. I told him how, in high school, after leaving Juliiard, I was playing rock and roll. My friend, composer / pianist Bevan Manson lent me “The Awakening”, suggesting that this is what I should really be listening to. I wasn’t sure how to understand it at the time, but eventually really got that it was indeed what I should be listening to. And then I heard “Live at the Pershing”. So, tonight I had the chance to tell Ahmad how I came to hear his music and the ways I’ve deeply learned from it – the clear sense of focus, use of contrast, and conceptual design. It was a very touching moment for me, and he sounded grateful to hear it.

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – Imagining

•June 26, 2010 • Leave a Comment

With a reasonable amount of the work on my first draft done (although there is of course more to write), the interesting challenge now is how to create the structure I really want to follow for the final text. Draft one was very linear. The band was, in fact, quite non-linear, with the music tied together often through organized meeting points and thematic encounters, but free to flow in all sorts of directions suggested by the chemistry of the moment. This is what I have in mind for the structure of the book, as well. So, I’m working on the nature of the thematic webs to serve as points of attraction and gravity. Seems fitting, no?

Might the title for this blog entry have something to do with Herbie’s current musical project? Well, of course. The 70th birthday show at Carnegie Hall, where some of his latest work was unveiled, was quite fun and I’m looking forward to hearing the new recording, which should be out any minute. The opening set for the show was a retrospective featuring long time associates. Herbie looked very happy all evening – hey, it was his birthday celebration and a chance to play with friends old and new!

A very slight detour

•June 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I’m taking a few days to complete another writing project, but its one with an important link to the Mwandishi band. The topic is composer Mort Subotnick’s musical life in New York City during the late 1960s – his studio sponsored by New York University where he composed his seminal electronic work ‘Silver Apples of the Moon’. The article also discusses the life of that studio as a quasi-collective training ground for early minimalist composers, Subotnick’s involvement (with visual artist Tony Martin) in the artistic conception for the psychedelic discoteque The Electric Circus, and the various new music and multimedia venues and programs which these scenes spawned under the leadership of Subotnick, Eric Salzman, Thais Lathem, Rhys Chatham, and others: The Electric Ear, Intermedia at Automation House, New Image of Sound, WBAI Free Music Store, Music Program at The Kitchen…

So, you may ask, what is the connection with Mwandishi? Subotnick and Martin both migrated from San Francisco, where they were seminal figures in the San Francisco Tape Music Center, which commissioned the development of the early (and wonderful – I’ve composed on one) analog electronic instrument designed by Donald Buchla. The Buchla was at the center of the NYU studio and The Electric Circus. Patrick Gleeson, who provided the electronic music elements in the second Mwandishi recording “Crossings” and who subsequently joined the band, did his early work at the San Francisco Tape Music Center, once it moved to Mills College, right around the time of Subotnick’s departure from the West Coast. Gleeson composed music for dancers connected with the Ann Halprin Dance Company, with whom Subotnick collaborated. The Mwandishi band did its recording in San Francisco, at the time home to producer David Rubinson and Patrick Gleeson… I could go on about this, but I think I’ve made my point about how few degrees of separation we are discussing here, even though Herbie Hancock and Mort Subotnick seemed to have no direct contact.

“Herbie Hancock and the Mwandishi Band” – A mid-summer’s evening in 1970

•May 29, 2010 • 6 Comments

It was a hot and sunny early evening in Central Park, July 31, 1970. I was at the Wolman’s Skating Rink in New York City, to see an outdoor concert. My Uncle Milt was bringing my cousin Wendy and me to one of my first rock concerts. It had been a month since my final piano lesson as a young conservatory student. I had spent my previous six years of weekends at the Julliard School of Music and, after it moved downtown, one final year, at Manhattan School of Music, which had assumed residency in the building.

That I would attend a rock concert was highly unusual. Well, it had been highly unusual until this summer. Only a few months prior, my musical life had been turned around when I first heard Jimi Hendrix. After years of musical exposure limited to Classical music, where I had grown bored and disaffected, these new musical sounds shocked and surprised me. What captivated me about Hendrix was the tightrope walk I felt he took with every note, wavering between pitch and noise. I was more excited than words can explain. My musical future was clear: leave Julliard in search of these new sounds.  This, plus my Uncle’s eagerness to explore new things with his children and nephews explains my attendance at the concerts in Central Park.

Drummer Billy Hart’s recollection is that as I traveled to the concert, he was spending the afternoon exploring Central Park, anticipating his first gig with the Herbie Hancock Sextet. With only a brief announcement: “The Schaefer Musical Festival Welcomes Herbie Hancock and his Sextet,” the band went on like clockwork at the stroke of 7pm. We were sitting in the higher priced $3.50 seats in the orchestra section. The audience was thin, with people milling in as the band played. They were coming to hear the headline band, Iron Butterfly, eagerly anticipating the band’s signature drum solo on their single hit tune, Ina Gadda Da Vida, and showed little interest in the unusual display taking place at this moment. On the stage, in front of a largely white audience in their teens and early 20s, was a group of black musicians, intensely focused. The opened like a whirlwind, or maybe surging ocean waves lapping at a cliff. The saxophonist (probably Bennie Maupin, but possibly still Joe Henderson; I have further research to do on this) played intense, surging, jagged, long melodic lines. The rhythm section of Billy Hart and bass player Buster Williams were right on his heels, nudging him ever forward. The ballad Maiden Voyage slowed down the pace, allowing the two brass players to stretch out, with longer tones, seemingly well in keeping with this lazy summer night.

This was my first experience hearing a jazz ensemble perform live. My previous experience of jazz was limited to my father’s Count Basie records, particularly ones featuring his favorite singers Tony Bennett and Frank Sinatra. There was actually one other prescient experience relevant to the topic at hand. I had also heard Miles Davis’ newly released ‘Bitches Brew’ just a few months prior. At the time, still a conservatory student and still reeling from hearing Hendrix, I found “Bitches Brew” (which I soon came to totally love) baffling. It was something for which I had no reference point or moorings. The Herbie Hancock Sextet was more accessible, even captivating. Yet the air was thick was pungent smoke, the audience talking loudly as they ignored the performers on stage, and it was difficult to focus on the music at hand. I found Iron Butterfly to be a bore and thus the memory of the evening quickly faded. Faded until I stumbled upon a flier for the concert a few months ago, while researching this book.