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Uncle Lionel July 8, 2012

Posted by The Typist in Jazz, je me souviens, music, New Orleans, Remember, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.
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NEW ORLEANS — Legendary Treme Brass Band leader and drummer Uncle Lionel Batiste passed away Sunday morning. He was 81.

04 – Gather by the River

Requiem for Clarinet and Brass Band May 27, 2008

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An Odd collision occured at lunch today at Place St. Charles. No, the Street Car art is still OK and no one came through a window. Instead I picked up a Gambit at lunch (it being Monday for all intents and purposes) and quickly devoured Jason Berry’s article on traditional jazz guru Dr. Micheal White with a side of the Hot 8. The article mixed a review of White’s new CD TITLE with some deserved hand-wringing over the question of how the New Orleans jazz tradition is (or in fact is not) being passed on to the next generation.

The Odd bit is the relationship to a post I read on BigEZ Bear’s blog talking about how few of the young actors he encounters as a director are grounded in the full traditions of the theater. This left me toying with my peanut chicken as I considered whether the Federal Flood was not the greatest threat to the transmission of our traditions from the old to the young. Intead, I began to think, what is it we have done (or have not done) to make sure that the Dr. White’s and his fellow players (or say, the members of the Andrew Hall Society Jazz Band) were there as young players like the Hot 8 came up, to make sure they at least learned the old style?

That’s not to belittle what the Hot 8 did: hustling and learning to play as they could and helping to create the new sound of street-style, hip-hop and R&B influenced brass band music made most famous by the Rebirth Brass Band. (Me, I’m a Hot 8 man, but you’ve got to give the Rebirth their well-earned due). Still, somewhere along the line there was a significant disconnect. Some lucky few were accepted to the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts, and everyone assumed we had done our duty. In fact, a lot of young players were left in our dog-awful public school system with no real music or band programs. This paragraph in the Gambit article really jumped down my throat and spoiled my lunch:

[Trumpeter and vocalist Gregg] Stafford, a longtime public school teacher who sings on Blue Crescent, adds, “The vehicle for passing it on is not just the bands in the street. There is no money in the Recovery School District for music as it should be taught. The second-largest university in Japan has 50 or 60 kids who learn the instrumental techniques of early New Orleans jazz. Those kids come to New Orleans on a pilgrimage and they’re disappointed that so few youngsters here know how to play the music. Imagine that those kids from Japan know more about the ancestors than certain students I had.”

Earlier in the same piece, White used the same term-ancestors–when he spoke of the importance of transmitting the tradition: “”Self-worth. Respect for others. Teamwork. Learning about one’s traditions and ancestors — these are things that have been at hand for us, and we can use those lessons in schools. These programs need to be in the schools. Katrina taught us that we have something important. But people” — he lets the word hang — “don’t realize that the only thing created here that had any impact in the world was traditional jazz. That’s what put New Orleans on the map.”

While we’re wandering down Synchronicity Street, I can recall vaguely (but can’t offer a link, as I don’t remember where I heard it) someone discussing the lack of clarinet players in the new brass bands. It may have been someone in Andrew Hall speaking at French Quarter Fest year before last, or it may have even been Dr. White, who plays the licorice stick himself, which I heard speaking about this. It doesn’t matter where I heard it, but along the way a piece of the tradition is being lost.

You won’t catch me dissing the Hot 8 or Rebirth here. Although frankly when I listen to the recordings by a certain former Rebirth player he can sound as sloppy as a plate full of over-sauced ribs to me. Miles Davis or Terrence Blanchard he’s not, but that’s not entirely his own fault. Not everyone gets to go to NOCCA, and somewhere along the way the sort of careful mentoring that lifted up a Terrence Blanchard didn’t make it down to every school and every ‘hood. NOCCA isn’t enough.

I like the use of the word ancestors by both White and Stafford. In the east there are Confucian concepts of veneration of ancestors and the worth of tradition we in New Orleans would do well to consider. As more and more of elder musicians pass on, and the stress of the Federal Flood and the Continuing Evacuation has taken its heaviest toll on the elders, what are we losing that might never be recovered? The banners of the greats hang in the tent at Jazz Fest, but veneration implies some ritual observance, some effort to honor those ancestors. Hanging banners isn’t enough.

As the music of the new brass band like the Hot 8 become the new venacular of the corner band its well and good that Dr. White has taken those players in and is working to try to pass on the old knowledge. But how many other kids are only hearing the Hot 8 or the other new wave bands, and will try on their own to replicate the sounds they hear on the radio with their instruments without any sort of exposure to the old ways? AS much as I love the Hot 8, there sound is not the totality of a New Orleans brass band. It is not enough.

Some might say the time for that music is passed. A new generation is playing and the music is changing in inevitably ways. If that’s true, who the hell are all those people crowding into the Spotted CAt to see the Jazz Vipers on Friday night, and stopping to listen to some variation of the Loose Marbles playing a stoop up the street? There is clearly an audience for a traditional sound, but outside of the top players who make NOCCA how are these traditions being handed down?

What the Hot 8 and the Rebirth have brought to the brass band scene is of tremendous worth, a music that will engage new generations in a traditional jazz derived sound, and keep a tradition of street music, the music of the second line, alive for for the future. However, if the oldest ways are not passed on as well what will be lost? I don’t want a trade; I want both. I don’t want to have to listen to trad jazz bands from Norway or Japan at the Economy Hall tent. If the problem Dr. White raises in Jason Berry’s article doesn’t get broader attention something precious and essentially New Orleans may pass away within our lifetimes.

Saving New Orleans means of lot of things, some as monumental as levees and some as seemingly insignificant as an older player sitting on a stoop with a grandchild or, better yet, sitting in a staffed and equiped band class at a Recovery District school, passing it on. Without the second, what good will the highest and strongest levees in the world do us? What precisely will we be preserving?

*N.B.* The first link to Gambit’s BestOfNewOrleans.com is not a permalink. If you wander in here a week from now you may have to dig around a bit at the bottom of what ever comes up to find the Jason Berry archive or a similar link to get the story.

Dinerral Shavers Jr. Sits In On Snare with Hot 8 April 27, 2008

Posted by The Typist in 504, Jazz Fest, New Orleans, NOLA, Remember, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.
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I don’t know how many of the happy hippy mud dancers or tourists at the Jazz and Heritage Stage at Jazz Fest Sunday understood what it meant when little Dinerral Shavers Junior took the stage holding his father’ s instrument, the snare drum, with his father’s band, the Hot 8. For a kid who didn’t look much older than seven or eight he did a creditable job. I just wish I’d gotten a decent picture. You can see a bit of a blur in one picture of one of the two young men from one of the marching clubs that joined the band on stage. Seeing those three young boys walking in their father’s steps was impressive and encouraging.

May the line of warrior drummers be unbroken in New Orleans.

Remember, you can contribute to the education of this young man who lost his father tragically and at such an early age at The Dinerral Shavers Educational Fund.

N.B. Looking at the pictures while less tired on Monday, I went back and checked then fixed the reference to Dinerral Shavers Jr.’s age to be seven or eight, per this post at NOLA.com.