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Technicality vs Simplicity: the Ongoing Battle

Many musicians argue about technicality vs simplicity. They work themselves into a lather over one side of this idea or another. And there’s been no resolution one way or another. After 44 years of listening to people yapping about this, I have come to an inescapable conclusion.

If a specific piece of music works, it works. John Coltrane’s solos on A Love Supreme have a lot of notes, and they all create a singular transcendental beauty. On the other hand, I was watching a video of BB King recently. At one point he played one note, just one note, and it stopped me dead in my tracks. Same thing with the first time I saw Ravi Shankar live. He could play a gazzillion notes like anyone, and it all makes a deep and sublime statement; but during an alap that night he played one note that was the most perfectly executed note I ever heard. Jimi Hendrix,,, well, you get the point.

These arguments about technicality vs simplicity are ultimately irrelevant.

I say; by all means, develop technique and your knowledge of music. It’s impossible to do anything without some measure of technical skill. This is not the end, it’s a means to an end. Beyond this,  look first and foremost to the psychoactive properties of music. Look to what music does, and what it means. Start at the end of the process; I.e. start with what you’re hoping to achieve with the music you make. If you need to play a lot of notes or just a few notes to achieve a specific result, there’s your answer. And if you’re just improvising and allowing the music to unfold, don’t concern yourself about any of it. Allow the music to happen as it happens; and make sure your instrument – including the instruments of your body and mind – are up to the task.

Now, pick up your instrument, or open your mouth, and make some music.

The Tragedy of Jazz, and its Reawakening.

“Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.” Thus spoke Frank Zappa.
 
According to Nielson’s 2014 Year End Report (thejazzline.com/news/2015/03/jazz-least-popular-music-genre/), jazz & classical combined accounts for 1.4% of music consumed in the US. 
 
So, what happened?
 
It’s arguable that when the soulless corporations started promoting (and probably designed) smooth jazz, the final nail in the coffin was poised and ready to be driven in. Personally, I can’t imagine anything more horrible than what that genre did to music (two examples I heard on the radio: some pitiful jerk who twisted “Take Five” into a dreary 4/4 so people’s intellects would not be challenged by a groove in five, and some demented eunuch who’s merciless emasculation of “Round Midnight” doubtless has Monk spinning in his grave fast enough to generate electricity). Once, at some music conference, while Diane Reeves was being discussed, a corporate drone was actually quoted as saying “I think she’s emoting too much, and that could be bad for the music.” 
 
These are the kind of people who seek to control our musical destiny. And we’ve allowed it to happen.
 
Allowing people like this to take control of both the creative and economic aspects of jazz was a fatal mistake. And we must not blame them: these people have no souls and their nature is anti-musical. We shouldn’t have expected any less from them. Yet they took jazz away from us while we watched and did nothing. We practically handed it to them on a silver platter. Combine this with the indisputable dumbing down of America, and we have a recipe for disaster. 
 
Which now begs the question of what can be done. And the answer to this falls squarely upon the musician’s shoulders. 
 
Be honest (and I’m just as guilty as anyone): how many times did we do gigs where we walked away with nothing after playing our hearts out? Or worse, suffered the embarrassment of telling the guys / ladies who busted their asses playing our music in our bands that we couldn’t pay them, or paid them $3.00 or some other insulting amount?
 
This is clearly the result of two factors: 1. An obsolete and unworkable business model, and 2. The dominance of a working business model that cannot function by promoting music of real value. Take power away from music / entertainment corporations, and set up our own independent and autonomous business models. 
 
We should explore alternative venues for our performances. A lot of controversy is being generated by the struggle to get clubs to work in the musician’s favor. Relying on them and expecting justice and fairness is a mistake. They will never work in our favor as long as the possibility to make a greater profit by cheating and exploiting us exists. Legislation is useless, protests are useless. Seizing power is the only answer, and an independent and autonomous business infrastructure is the only means to do so. Controlling our own venues will make our involvement with them unnecessary. 
 
Legally, musicians who perform in clubs are catagorized as independent contractors. Some on the scene feel the way to insure fair pay for fair work is to catagorize musicians as employees. The idea being that employees have legal rights. While this could be a workable model, I’m not sure it’s always the way to go. Musicians need to be equal to the owners and management of venues; not subordinate to them (unless it’s one of those gigs where one agrees to these conditions, such as playing as a sideman with someone else, or playing in a restaurant). These details are negotiable, and changeable depending on the situation. The most important thing is this: if the club / venue wishes to work with us, they will have to treat us as equals, not poor struggling musicians with our hats in our hands, howling for better pay and equal rights. 
 
Nona Hendryx once told me that it’s essential to develop oneself as an artist and businessman, and keep them separate. Yusef Lateef once told me “Always get your price.” No more playing gigs where nobody makes money. The promise of playing free gigs because it’s “good exposure” is a lie. It always has been, and always will be. 
 
The DIY model of recording is a good model. Taking advantage of modern technology to produce, promote, and distribute our recordings places power in our hands. 
 
We need to put more effort into promotion, marketing, and publicity. Find ways to do this not only outside the mainstream, but to use the existing mainstream for our own purposes. Do this in such a way that we don’t need anyone else’s help or approval. Their statistics, polls, etc. will be irrelevant. Every truly successful artist has essentially torn up the rule book, and rewrote it according to their own individual needs. 
 
One of the main reasons jazz’ popularity diminished is that it allowed itself to become frozen in classical forms. It’s not much different than European classical music in that it’s elitist attitude allows no evolution and no creative venturing into new realms. Can you imagine how rock music would have survived if it hadn’t progressed beyond “Johnny B. Goode” or “She Loves You?” It wouldn’t. It would have become a mere novelty that people would take out on occasion, dust off, admire it as a relic of a bygone era, and put it back in its glass case without a second thought. Ask yourself if jazz hasn’t suffered a similar fate. How many times have we attended a jazz performance, only to be confronted by yet another version of “Autumn Leaves,” where, after the singer sings a few choruses, the sax, piano and bass take solos (in that order), the drums trade fours, they do the chorus, and end? Same thing, year after year, decade after decade. And when you’re in these venues, look around you. Who are in the audience (if there is an audience) and what is their reaction? 
 
If jazz does not demonstrate, in theory and practice, that anything is possible, then it’s not jazz, and it’s corpse has become embalmed and put on display in a museum or temple of false idols. We must allow jazz to grow and evolve. Push out the “bebop nazi” mentality that makes jazz an elitist museum music. Take the idea of incorporating elements from non-jazz music, like Yusef Lateef, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, and Miles Davis showed us, into realms it’s never been. Jazz musicians rarely progressed any further than what they did. Miles’ last release was a hip hop album. I can’t think of more than a handful of people to picked up that baton and ran with it. Who says we can’t take something like, say, gamelan or psytrance, and transform it into a new sub genre of Jazz? Why limit instrumentation to the usual horns, bass, piano, drums, and occasional guitar? Put other instruments in the music: Chapman stick, raita, oud, sarangi, laptops with Ableton, er-hu, digiridoo, synthesizers, theremin, etc. Who says they can’t contribute to and expand the voice of jazz? Aren’t we creative enough to achieve this?
 
We could incorporate elements of theatrics. By this, I don’t mean cheap, empty sensationalism. We don’t need twerking or whatever other idiotic shit people sell to the masses. Make the theatrics work as part of the musical statement and spirit. If nothing more, dress well, or at least in an interesting manner, when performing (how many of us look like bums when we take the stage?) and actually speaking to the audience in an engaging and interesting way (how many of us have no skills at public speaking?) It will help. It all worked for Sun Ra and the Art Ensemble of Chicago. 
 
It’s working for that rich and famous trumpet player who works for Lincoln Center. 
 
How about music videos or even short films? Who says jazz videos have to be nothing more than just pointing a camera at whoever is soloing, or slapping some quasi-documentary interviews in there as an afterthought? Is our creativity so limited we can’t apply jazz concepts to what people see? What about other art forms; including ones yet to be invented? And why shouldn’t we be the ones who invent them, or collaborate with those who do?

Permit me to put out another idea. One that threatens to shatter almost everything I wrote here; and which brings about an idea we may be uncomfortable to face, but may be inevitable.
 
In the book “The Tao of Jeet Kune Do,” Bruce Lee said “Jeet Kune Do is just a name. If it dies, let it die. Don’t make a fuss over it.”
 
I wonder,,, is “jazz” just a name? Was it always nothing more than a name? Or perhaps the thing that made it special and gave it its spirit and unique qualities cannot be frozen in a name or genre. Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. I always tell people I am not concerned with styles and genres, but only with the psychoactive properties of music. Is “jazz” a genre that is destined to die, as all things must? Perhaps it’s the inner essence of music itself we should be primarily concerned with.
 
I was watching a documentary on Netflix about concert promoter Arthur Fogel. One of the people in the documentary, Lady Gaga, whose “music” is, granted, unfit for human ears, nonetheless said something spot on. She said that as far as promotion, what works today won’t work three years from now. We need freedom, but we also need the means to support and protect that freedom. We need to be ahead of the curve, in control of our own affairs, and to lead the way. Nothing else is acceptable.
 
This article had focused on the negative. Sometimes this is necessary to shock us out of our complacency. But the situation is not hopeless. There are many who are emerging from the shadows whose work is propelling the music to new heights and new realms of creativity and even spirituality. You, who are reading these words, may very well be among the new vanguard. It is inevitable: our spirit cannot be destroyed. It will come back again, renewed. 
 
The Phoenix is waiting to rise from the ashes.

More writing for doobeedoobeedoo!

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Legalization.

I have something to say regarding drug laws.

Cocaine and opium (and opium derivatives) have obvious side effects, and this contributed to it’s legislation. But there is another factor that must be examined. A program by a man named Harry J. Anslinger whose outrages against cannabis were overtly and openly racist, was financed by the Herst Corporation. Cannabis and hemp products derived from it threatened the paper industry; so the public opinion was “altered” via racist and sensationalist propaganda, and later made into law via the “Marihuana Tax Act of 1937.”

Any undesirable side effects from cannabis use are, in light of this, rendered irrelevant when considering the real reasoning behind prohibition. Anti-cannabis laws have generated billions and billions in profits for corporations and law enforcement (the line between them having become indistinct). The only real reason why the legalization process is moving ahead is due to the potential of greater profits. Within the government / corporate world, different groups are fighting over the potential profits and losses from cannabis laws or their repeal: public health concerns are a mere pretext. The prison industrial complex stands to loose money, and the fledgling cannabis industries stand to make billions.

It’s as simple as that. We the People are barely on their radar as anything except potential customer base or livestock for corporate owned prisons.

It is a terrible mistake to assume that the laws against these drugs were enacted only for concern for public health. One must always assume two motives: racism and profit. The USA suffers from a racist mindset that spilled over from Europe, and became epidemic. We have not recovered from it; it still contaminates our thinking, and only an idiot would fail to see this.

The other is profit. An even greater stupidity would be required to believe that there is no concern on the part of law makers for profit and / or acquisition of political power. There is no depths to which most humans would refuse to sink if it promised an increase of power and wealth; and no government or corporate entity is truly trustworthy.

As far as the legislation itself, I offer food for thought. ALL this legislation, without a single exception, makes a serious error. NOT ONE of these laws actually does anything to address the urge within humans to get high. What makes a person wish to smoke a blunt, sniff cocaine, allow him / herself to become addicted to opiates, pickle their brains and livers with alcohol, and smoke industrial grade tobacco? What fuels this motive toward self ruin? And how is it possible to redirect that urge toward something socially and spiritually beneficial to humanity? The lawmakers have NO answer for this: and they NEVER will.

This, for no reason other than that the most spiritually and psychologically base and perverse people on the planet have laid their hands on the instruments of political, economic, industrial, and military power.

Put that in your bong and smoke it.

Part of the Mystery

Once a part of the mystery has been revealed to you, the mistake most people make is thinking that this is the end of the process. No. This is the beginning of the ordeal of learning what to do with it. Most people stumble, create disasters they must clean up later, or fall utterly into ruin. Tragically, among the later, many are so deluded by self flattery they’re not even aware of their own ruin.

Musician’s rant

I must offer the musicians and artists who visit my wall some food for thought.

After DECADES of participating in performances (using my musical skills it took even more decades of hard work and sacrifice to acquire), to offer yet another performance in hopes of “exposure” leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I did my first professional gig when I was 14. I’ve done dozens, maybe hundreds of gigs wherein I was promised “exposure.” It produced absolutely no result at all.

Permit me to share a personal anecdote with you.

Some years back, I was part of a music collective that traded musical directorship between members. We got a call for the Disney Corporation. They were holding a corporate function at a hotel in midtown. We spoke with them, got the details, etc. Then, we asked what the gig paid, their answer was this: NOTHING. Not a penny. But we were told it would be “good exposure.”

I told them “NO FUCKING WAY!!” From that moment, I had a personal vendetta against Disney.

Think about this: Disney (whose corporate earnings in 2013 was $90.1 million) were renting a hall in one of Manhattan’s most expensive hotels, paying for caterers, paying security, limo company, etc. etc – and they wouldn’t scrape a few thousand for the live music.

Try telling a catering business or a security firm they should work for free because it’s “good exposure.”
The reason is obvious: they have NO respect for us. They, and hundreds of others, see us as chumps who will work for nothing if they dangle the prospect of “exposure” in our faces.
Power respects power. We need power, or we will be doing free gigs and going to people like this with our hats in our hands and walking away with nothing to show for our work the rest of our lives.

I learned this lesson late in life: I’ve been making music for 44 years. It may very well be too late for me. Don’t make the same mistake I made.

February 2015!!

Dear me, I HAVE been negligent with my blog posts, haven’t I?

Well, I assure you it’s not due to lack of interest, In fact, I’ve been quite busy of late. And freezing cold! But that’s for anotehr blog.

If you are reading this, you are on my new website! Yes; godsunrulyfriends.com is my new base of operation / musical dojo / party space. I asked Kosi (jazz singer extraorinare, webmaster, and my fiancee) to build this for me. My old website renegadesufi.com is still operational, but I’ve begun a new phase: and a new band.

God’s Unruly Friends is a project that presents psychoactive jazz / world music form another world, with performances that use elements of theatrics, and other surprises. Our premier performance at the University of the Streets was a success, and held great promise for the future.

Our next performance will be at the Theater for the New City (155 1st avenue, NYC) on Monday, March 9th, 7pm.

You will note the hyperlink in the dropdown menu in “About Dawoud” called Music Meditations.” A year ago, I began conducting music meditation session. Their popularity has been slowly building; and the sessions themselves have been a great success. You aught to come by and experience it for yourself.

The 2nd edition of my Sufi science fiction novel “A Quantum Hijra” is coming out soon. Leilah Publications has negotiated a deal for the catalog to be distributed out of Egypt. And my short stories will appear in a collection to be released n summer 2015.

I am still writing for doobeedoobeedoo.info. Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi and I are also involved in a music activism program; a foundation called Enough is Enough NY. More details to come soon.

Also, I’m working at musical Director for the rock ballet “1001 Nights: Tales form Death Row.” This is produced by the Kandake Dance Company, and directed and written by Olga El.

Thanks for stopping by. This blog will be busy; and contain many interesting things. If you want to share your thoughts with me, write me at renegadesufi@gmail.com

Concert Review: Renegade Sufi at Drom

Concert review by Matt Cole

On Sunday, the 24th of November, I caught an enjoyable double bill of Dawoud Kringle‘s eclectic ensemble Renegade Sufi and Holly Cordero‘s jazzy project Truculently Audacious at Alphabet City’s Drom. Though different stylistically on the surface, these two bands nonetheless went quite well together.

Up next was Dawoud Kringle’s Renegade Sufi, consisting of Mr. Kringle on sitar, dilruba, and vocals; Alessio Romano on drums; and Holly Cordero (bass) and Renato Diz (piano) from the previous band rounding out the unit. Right from the beginning, the band showed an olio of influences, with an initial drone yielding to a building lead in the sitar (complete with effects), a chorded bass line right out of funk rock with matching drums, and a piano comp that was part jazzy and part r&b; all combining to create its own musical whole. I could have done with a better mix at this point; in particular, the sitar needed to be turned up relative to the rest of the band. Still, it was loud enough to enjoy Kringle’s Eastern scales and technique being played with a rock sensibility. Kringle used an array of effects, ranging from delay to a number of different doubling tones (including some choral ones), to, well, good effect, driving the music to a peak, after which came an interlude of dreamy piano. The music began to build back up, and Kringle came in with a bluesy sitar lead; bluesy, but with an open sound, perhaps like an Indian scale, or maybe a Lydian mode.

The band segued right into its next piece, a tune in 9 with a driving rhythm section, ethereal piano, and a strong sitar lead. Again, Renegade Sufi was showing its ability to meld a variety of different sounds and feels into a coherent whole. By this time, the mix had been fixed, and Kringle’s sitar was at an appropriate volume level relative to the rest of the band. This particular song was also a demonstration of Renegade Sufi’s facility with rhythm; they made the 9 sound like a double meter with an extra beat slipped in, but they somehow made it groove, rather than stagger. Diz showed another side of his playing on this one, taking a solo that would have fit right in with the better fusion or prog rock from the early ’70s, and Kringle at points reminded me of the psychedelic player Sitar Joe from Arizona, another explorer of the possibilities of the sitar outside of its traditional musical idioms.

Kringle then introduced the band, and gave the name of the two pieces we had just heard: first was “Will to Power” (almost misread by Yours Truly in his notes as “Will to Piano”), and then, appropriately, “Nine Invisibles.” Up next was “Burn the Idols,” which sounded both South Asian and Modern Jazzy, and had an odd-meter rhythmic sound despite being in 4 (yes, I counted). The rhythm section showed a very deft, sensitive touch on this one, with Romano playing soft, gentle drums to go with a spare, Latin-inflected bass from Cordero. Kringle’s vox-effect-inflected lines in this one definitely sounded Indian, and he also tapped on his sitar, making it a percussion instrument.

For the last two pieces of the night, Kringle switched to the dilruba, an instrument which looks like a sitar, but is played with a bow, and thus sounds a bit like a sarangi. First up came “Failed Rose,” which Dawoud described as being about a woman who broke his heart. The song started with a slow gentle rhythm under a lead dilruba line, and had hints of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” Kringle and Diz played very expressive solos on the dilruba and piano, respectively.

Last up was a variation on Jimi Hendrix’ “Voodoo Child,” which gave Kringle a chance to showcase his love of the late guitar wizard. Kringle sang blues on this one, and then played a dilruba solo over a driving, monochordal rhythm (not unlike a slow version of Mississippi drone blues). The solo got hotter and hotter, entering full-on pyrotechnic turf, while the rest of the band went outside, while somehow maintaining the underlying rhythm and pulse. Then the music flipped back to an ominous beat, and that was that.

This show was a great first experience for me of Renegade Sufi, a fine unit which, like a lot of the most creative musicians today, pulls disparate musical influences into a coherent whole. As befits a band whose leader lists Jimi as a big influence, they have a fiery and propulsive sound, with bandleader Dawoud Kringle, a member of that unusual species: the sitar shredder, a friendly, mystic figure on stage. Truculently Audacious was also quite enjoyable; both bands are definitely worth seeking out and enjoying for fans of creatively eclectic music.