Discoveries

A while back, Mr. Rifftides sent me an email in response to my post about Brick Fleagle. He was disappointed that Brick’s entry had been dropped from the last edition of the Encyclopedia of Jazz. “A name like that should be kept alive. It’s right up there with Fud Livingston.”

Okay, I admit it, I had never heard of Fud Livingston. Google led me to the American Big Bands Database web site where, under a heading The Big Band Arrangers, I found this:

Fud Livingston (né: Anthony Joseph Livingston). Born April 10, 1906, in Charleston, S.C., USA, he died on March 25, 1957, in New York, NY. USA. Fud originally studied Piano, Clarinet and Sax. His first professional experience came as a member of the Paul Whiteman Orchestra, where for five years he played sax and did arranging. After Whiteman, he worked with Freddie Rich and with Andre Kostelanetz, and others.

Fud was one of the important figures in the early “White” Jazz genre, playing clarinet and writing many arrangements. During 1927-’29, he was working with Red Nichols, then with Frankie Trumbauer, In 1928, the Red Nichols group recorded (under the name of “Miff Mole and The Little Molers”) one of Fud’s original compositions “Imagination”, Fud can also be heard playing his clarinet on this tune.

Here’s what R. G. V. Venables, wrote in an English publication [Melody Maker Mag. Jan. 5, 1940]: “Fud Livingston — a composer of infinitely greater range and harmonic sophistication than [Jelly Roll] Morton — had reached, by 1928, a degree of accomplishment in scoring unmatched by Duke Ellington and Don Redman.”

Apparently, when recording for the Okeh Company, Red Nichols Five Pennies used the pseudonym Miff Mole and his Molers. Now the Five Pennies does ring a bell for me, not because I ever heard them in person, but because of an old (1959) Danny Kaye/Louis Armstrong movie with Barbara Bel Geddes. I saw Five Pennies many times as a small child, and wore out my mother’s soundtrack LP. I also had a five pennies charm bracelet, and would sing the song on request.

This little penny is to wish on
To make your wishes come true
This little penny is to dream on
To dream of all you can do
This little penny is a dancing penny
See how it glitters and it glows
Bright as a whistle
Light as a thistle
Quick, quick as a wink
Up on it’s twinkling toes
This little penny is to laugh on
To see that tears never fall
This this little penny
Is the last little penny
And the most important of all
For this penny is to love on
And where love is, heaven is there
So with just five pennies, if they’re these five pennies
You’ll be a millionaire

About ten years ago, I was trying to get my husband to remember the movie, and especially the three songs that were sung in tandem — “Good Night, Sleep Tight,” “Lullabye in Ragtime,” and “Five Pennies.” He didn’t remember the movie or the song titles, so I thought maybe an aural reminder would help. We were walking down a street, no audio equipment handy, so I started to sing. Now I may not be Nancy Wilson, but I can carry a tune. I don’t think I got more than eight bars out when John was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes. I was mortified, confused. What on earth could be so funny? It turns out that unwittingly, in reaching back to my childhood, I remembered not only the lyrics, but unconsciously employed the little-girl voice with which I used to sing the song.

Anyway, the nicest off-shoot of this little trip down memory lane is that I have now discovered that just last year The Five Pennies soundtrack was finally released on CD. I haven’t yet found a DVD of the movie, but it is available on VHS.

More Jazz Help Resources

Rifftides has already posted a note about The Chicago Jazz Archive’s list of New Orleans musicians found safe. To that I add two more online musician information lists:

WWOZ radio’s List of New Orleans Musicians Who Survived the Hurricane — you can communicate with the station via email at wwoz@wwoz.org or by leaving messages on their message board

and

JazzAscona’s News About Our Musician Friends — If you have information to contribute, end an email to info@jazzascona.ch

The Jazz Educators’ website has information about how to help musicians and music teachers. Go here and click on Hurricane Relief Zone. That takes you to the Hurricane Assistance and Relief Efforts page where, after brief paragraphs about How To Help and How To Ask For Help, you’ll see a green Enter Community button; click on it and and then click on Guest (no registration required) to read the postings in the Conference area under Hurricane Assistance. (If you want to post a message yourself, you will need to register.)

Among the messages I saw there, which included individuals offering support and refuge, and a statement from Recording Academy President Neil Portnow about NARAS/Music Cares Hurricane Relief, was this posting from Jazz Foundation of America:

We will be addressing the longer term needs of these jazz and blues artists who will have just lost everything.

We will be raising funds and distributing money for the musicians to get a new apartment or room for rent: by giving a first month’s rent, possibly more, for them to start over, a place to live. (This is what we normally do on a daily basis for musicians across the country who become sick and can’t pay their rent, we also keep food on the table and get employment to hundreds of elderly musicians through our Jazz in the Schools program. Our operations normally assist 35 musicians a week.)

As well, we will be attempting to help New Orleans musicians by replacing the thing that matters most and the only way they can ever work again: their instruments.
To those who lost their instruments, like drummers and bassists who could not carry their heavy equipment, and guitarist with their amps, we will be making an effort to work with manufacturers and music stores to replace those instruments for as many as we possibly can.

Remember, New Orleans was only “New Orleans” because of the musicians…

Send donations to:

Jazz Foundation of America
322 West 48th Street 6th floor
NYC 10036

Director: Wendy Oxenhorn
Phone: 212-245-3999 Ext. 21

email contact: Joyce@jazzfoundation.org

website: www.jazzfoundation.org

To make an online CREDIT CARD DONATION OR PLEDGE:
go here and click bottom right corner of page where it says “instant pledge”

Thank you, from our hearts.

Straight Talk from the Mayor

I read it earlier, the mayor of New Orleans is pissed, and now I’ve heard him for myself. He is so desparate that he has called in to a radio station to tell it like it is. The language is unvarished as he vents about politicians spinning their bs while people are dying. What can we do the host asked – Nagin suggested keep talking about it, pressure your politicians, ban press conferences until they do something. “Don’t tell me 40,000 people are coming down here. They’re not here. Get off your asses.” Everyone needs to listen to this.

Help in the Trenches

Lazygal has posted a piece from the trenches, reportedly written on Tuesday by someone named Gregory S. Henderson MD, PhD.

“We have commandeered the world famous French Quarter Bar to turn into an makeshift clinic. There is a team of about 7 doctors and PA and pharmacists. We anticipate that this will be the major medical facility in the central business district and French Quarter. Our biggest adventure today was raiding the Walgreens on Canal under police escort…In a sort of cliche way, this is an edifying experience. One is rapidly focused away from the transient and material to the bare necessities of life. It has been challenging to me to learn how to be a primary care phyisican.”

A dubious reader has questioned its authenticity, based on his or her belief that “there aren’t that many practicing physicians who are MD, PhDs” and an inability to find a listing for the doc in the Louisana area. The doubter wonders “Is this just a well-intentioned blogger’s attempt to put a first person spin on the news?” By the doc’s own words, primary care is not his field — maybe he’s a pharmacologist — what difference does it make? Do I sound naive? Normally my zeal for “nonfiction means checking all the facts” would make me smile at the doubters questions and resourcefulness, but right now I am a little desparate myself, desparate to believe that someone somewhere is doing something to help those people who are in such dire straights. I know bad situations give rise to many scams, but there will be plenty of time when this is over to vet the reports and unmask the pretenders.

Meanwhile, let’s not flog the bloggers who are filling the communication void and providing an invaluable service. To see more blogs from the trenches, check out Terry Teachout’s site containing summary info and an amazing list of links to “bloggers who’ve been posting from/near/about New Orleans and the Gulf Coast.”

Help Victims of Hurricane Katrina

From Terry Teachout’s aggregation of Katrina-related links and information I have learned that

Thursday is Blog for Relief Day, “a day of blogging focused on raising awareness of and funds for relief efforts to aid those affected by Hurricane Katrina.” For information, go here.

Courtesy of Electric Mist blogging from Baton Rouge:

The Red Cross has started a fund that will be specifically for people in Louisiana / New Orleans area. If you haven’t yet made a donation to the Red Cross and you want the money to go specifically to this area, please put HURRICANE KATRINA in the memo section. If you want the money to be specifically for Louisiana (Katrina funds will be split among the three states), then put NOLA in the memo section.

Also in that spirit I direct you to a site that a DevraDoWrite reader called to my attention — Network For Good has a collection of links to online donation sites for the following charities:

    American Red Cross — Providing disaster services and relief.
    America’s Second Harvest — Providing food to victims.
    Catholic Charities USA — Providing relief and recovery assistance.
    Charity Hospital in New Orleans — Providing medical care to residents of Louisiana.
    Church World Service — Developing long-term recovery plans to assist with recovery.
    Convoy of Hope — Providing disaster relief and building supply lines.
    Episcopal Relief & Development — Mobilizing to support residents affected by this disaster.
    Heart of Florida United Way — Assisting with hurricane recovery efforts in Florida.
    Hearts with Hands — Activating response teams to assist in the Gulf Coast and locally.
    Humane Society of the U.S. — Rescuing animals and assisting their caregivers in the disaster areas.
    Lutheran Disaster Response — Providing emergency relief and recovery supplies.
    Mennonite Disaster Service — Providing relief to victims.
    New Orleans Area Habitat for Humanity — Assisting victims of hurricane Katrina.
    Noah’s Wish — Helping to keep animals alive in face of the storm devastation.
    Operation Blessing — Transporting food, water, cleaning kits, and other emergency supplies.
    PETsMART Charities — Providing relief for the animals impacted by hurricanes.
    Salvation Army — Local, regional, and national disaster relief programs.
    Samaritan’s Purse — Helping victims of natural disasters.
    United Methodist Committee on Relief — Providing relief to victims.
    United Way for the Greater New Orleans Area — Helping victims of hurricanes locally.
    United Way of Miami-Dade — Helping victims of hurricanes locally.

Incomprehensible

A reader from Europe wrote to Terry Teachout to thank him and OGIC for their amazing collection of Katrina-related web links and noted

Another point. Weirdly, while the tsunami was a major topic of conversation here in Norway for days, nobody seems to be talking about the devastation in New Orleans.

I have to say that at a local West Coast cafe this morning, one where I generally overhear all sorts of discussions and debates, social or political in nature, not one word did I hear about the devestation in New Orleans or Mississippi. Driving home from there I tried to superimpose the tv images of decimated wastelands over the sunny streets of my neighborhood….I couldn’t, it’s beyond comprehension.

Blues II

If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
And the water gonna come in, have no place to stay

Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan
Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan
Thinkin’ ’bout my baby and my happy home

If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
And all these people have no place to stay

When The Levee Breaks — “Kansas” Joe McCoy (a/k/a/ Kansas Joe, Georgia Pine Boy, Hallelujah Joe)

At first we react from our own perspective, but my initial incredulity that anyone would choose not to evacuate soon gave way to the growing awareness that many people simply had no choice — no resources, no money, no transportation, and even worse, no place to go. Most of these people are poor — some, families with many children, others, elderly citizens all alone.

When the Levee Breaks was recorded in 1929. Back then flooding was feared by black field hands who lived in low-lying areas near the river, while the plantation owners lived safely on higher ground. In many ways, not much has changed.

Money is an immediate need, to be sure. But after we’ve searched our pockets and donated whatever we can, I hope we search our hearts to find a cure for the underlying problems that plague our society.

Blues I

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad
Wednesday’s worse, and Thursday’s also sad…

Call It Stormy Monday — T-Bone Walker

It might have been the big one – and then it wasn’t, New Orleans was spared…or so we thought for a few hours. Now the situation is worse than ever with two levees breached, water still rising and people trapped everywhere – in house attics, on roofs, in hotels with blown out windows. There is no power, no phone lines, no sewer, no drinking water or food. And in Mississippi entire communities have been leveled. At least a million Americans are now homeless and jobless – they are hungry, tired and scared. Aid workers will soon set up refugee camps, once a sight seen only in foreign countries.

Where’s the silver lining?
Something good comes from even the worst events? Everything happens for a reason? Every cloud has a silver lining? I cannot imagine an upside to the horrors I’ve been watching unfold in Louisiana and Mississippi. People have lost homes and personal property, and that’s a shame to be sure. But to see entire neighborhoods – stores, businesses, schools, churches, hospitals, libraries, museums, restaurants – destroyed is beyond heart-breaking. With the water continuing to rise I can’t help but wonder if New Orleans might become a modern day Pompeii; thousands of years from now, some future civilization might excavate the site and uncover the shards of our civilization.

It’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature
Is any of this our fault? Have the changing weather patterns and atmospheric conditions been negatively impacted by our emissions, our pollution. Would the marshlands have saved the gulf cities had they not been eroded and lost? Have we brought this on ourselves in the name of progress and pursuit of the good life?

Interview Process: Technicalities

Regular readers know that I’ve conducting a lot of interviews lately with people that knew Luther Henderson — nine interviews, totaling sixteen hours, in the past two weeks alone. I’ve met with Sheldon Epps, director of the Pasadena Playhouse and creator/director of Play On!; the wonderful golden gal, Bea Arthur, who Luther coached in her ingénue days; actress Armelia McQueen, who was in the original cast of Ain’t Misbehavin’; Luther’s daughter, Melanie; and composer/arranger Billy Goldenberg,who was a Broadway colleague of Luther’s is also a good friend of Bea Arthur and accompanist for her one-woman show. By phone I’ve talked with Liza Redfield, the first female conductor on Broadway; David Alan Bunn (mentioned here a few days ago); Polly Bergen, who, from the mid 1950s until Luther’s death in 2003, would not work as a singer without Luther as her musical conductor; and Susan Birkenhead, the lyricist/collaborator who, with George Wolfe and Luther, created Jelly’s Last Jam.

I know a few writers who have the ability to either take extremely comprehensive notes and/or retain everything they hear, including the best snatches of dialogue. I take notes, but I don’t feel so skilled, and I don’t need the pressure, so I record all of my interviews. For years I used to use a cassette recorder and rejoiced when they came out with a model that had auto-reverse, thus saving me from having to stop and turn over the tape. My euphoria evaporated on the day of a particularly long interview when I lost track of the time and auto-reverse kicked in for a second go round, recording over the first side of the interview. I didn’t even notice until I got home. A year or so ago, I asked Maria Schneider what she was using to record her audio notes and interviews for her ArtistShare website and she showed me her Sony mini disc recorder. I bought one, a Sony MZ-NH1. It’s small (3-inches square and half inch thick), lightweight (4.5 oz with a disc inside), each disc holds a few hours of audio (depending on speed) and the rechargeable batteries are long-lasting as well. Even better, the recording is digital and the sound quality is terrific. The microphone, which is only an inch long and the thickness of a pencil, picks up everything. For the telephone interviews, I use a Radio Shack gizmo (this one or that one) that connects the telephone to the mini disc microphone jack.

It’s the post-interview process that becomes a bit cumbersome. I want to save the interviews on compact discs so that they will last for a very long time (longer than audio tape) and take up very little physical space. Unfortunately, the mini disc recorder is not meant for uploading files to one’s computer, so in order to store the audio on my computer (and subsequently burn the files on CDs) I have to run a cable from the mini disc headphone jack to the microphone jack of my computer, launch my recording software, hit play on the mini disc and “capture” the sounds. Once the whole audio file is on my computer, I can save it in smaller pieces, making each a track to be stored on an audio CD. (I could save the files on a data CD, but then I would not be able to listen to them on a CD player.) Ironically, once I have burned the CD (I use the discs that hold 80 minutes of audio), I turn around a dub a 90-minute cassette tape that I send off to my transcriber – she likes her foot-pedal-driven cassette transcribing machine. (Radio Shack foot pedals don’t work with portable CD players or the mini disc player….Yes, I did try it.)

It might seem like it would be a waste of time, a triplication of effort, but I find it useful. I don’t listen avidly to an interview while it’s being copied to tape — I’m usually multi-tasking, reading articles, making appointments, following up on this or that — but I do hear it on some level, and snatches of it often grab my attention prompting me to jot down occasional thoughts as they occur to me. And, I might add, these are the kind of thoughts that seldom if ever come to me when summoned — flashes of insight, connections between seemingly disparate events or people, ideas for structure, shape, and transitions….answers to questions I otherwise might never have thought to ask.

New Orleans

[Written Sunday night] On the corner of Touro and Urquhart streets in New Orleans, not far from the French Quarter, stands the house where my husband was born 93 years ago. Today you would call it a duplex, but back then they called it “half a house.” One of John’s earliest memories is of sitting on the stoop and watching his grandmother beat yellow bricks into a fine powder that she used to clean the steps. A few blocks over is the Thompson Methodist Church where John as a pre-schooler attended services with his mother, aunt, and grandmother, and on occasion was permitted to ring the church bell by pulling on the long rope dangling from the belfry. We’ve been to New Orleans only a handful of times over the last fiften or twenty years. A few years ago, we got a cab driver to take us to the house — it’s still a very poor neighborhood — and we were pleasantly surprised to find that, for the first time ever, the long and narrow dirt streets were being paved. Several streets were closed for this reason and the cab driver got as close as he could and waited for us while we walked down to the house to take some pictures. When we got back into the cab the driver could not turn around, so he had to back out down the block. It’s hard to believe that a city neighborhood that waited so long to be renovated with basic amenities may cease to exist tomorrow.

We called our friends who live there. Those we did not reach we assume have left town, but we did speak to one friend and has chosen to stay, not at home but in a downtown hotel. The logic seems to center on being above the water level, so I guess a high-rise building might feel safer, but what will happen when the first floors are under water and the power is out? I’m scared from thousands of miles away. Our friend is not a young man, so he’s not hanging out for the thrill. He’s something of a community leader, active in the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club, so I imagine that he’s staying in hope of being useful in the aftermath.

I am watching news of Katrina as I prepare for the interview I have scheduled for tomorrow morning, look up the driving directions to the hotel where my subject is staying, and charge the batteries for my recorder. Then I realize that people in New Orleans are pouring over maps and charging batteries for much more pressing reasons and suddenly my life feels rather small and trivial.