In the first essay for the Race and Jazz column, I gave a first-person account of how my love and appreciation of certain "white" saxophonists served to safeguard me from the temptation of racism back in college during the early-to-mid-'80s. My second essay privileged culture over race, and told the story of how attorney and constitutional law professor Charles L. Black's love of Louis Armstrong
's genius from the early '30s gave him a way out of the morass of Southern racism, a better appreciation for the culture he shared with Southern black folks, and a foundation for his legal brief in the 1954 Brown vs. Board of Education case.
This third piece for the column is smack dab in the here and now.
At the time I attended the Jazz Journalists Association (JJA) award ceremony at the City Winery in Tribeca, on June 11, 2011, I had intended to write my next article for the column about the charge levied by some musicians that the recent Grammy category cuts were in some way based on race, or, rather, on the claim that whether the intent of the cuts were race-based or not, the effect skews against more artists of color.
But after first lounging in the back of the venue, facing the raised stage where Candido
and others performed, and from which the categories, nominees and award winners were announced, I decided to walk over to where the action wasstage left, by the long bar you see up and to the right when entering the sizable venue owned by Michael Dorf. That's where the journalists, musicians, and others in the jazz artistic and business community were largely huddled, standing rather than sitting, enjoying conversation, appetizers, and free-flowing drinks.
, then, my man, you ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of. Joe laughed and agreed. Not only is Lovano an innovative, soulful saxophonist; he's such a warm, good guy. Interviewing him last summer for the National Jazz Museum in Harlem's series Harlem Speaksa public program that I co-producewas an experience of simpatico and swing in conversation that I'll always treasure.
Then, if I remember correctly, the nominees for Lifetime Achievement in Jazz Journalism were announced by Howard Mandel, President of the JJA. They were: Amiri Baraka, Ben Ratliff, Bill Milkowski, and Stanley Crouch. The winner: Bill Milkowski.
Shortly thereafter, Gary Giddins, one of the premier jazz critics of past 30+ years, pulled me to the side and pointed out that in the 15 years of JJA awards, a black writer has never won in the Lifetime Achievement category.
But this particular story of race and media, jazz and journalism, is of special importance to the community of jazz musicians, writers and critics also. Whereas some might prefer to sweep race discourse under the rug, we launched this column to deal withstraight-up and straight-aheadthe issue of race and jazz not only in the past, but now.
To that end, Giddins and I spoke over the phone, to go into some detail about his observation of how race plays into not only awards given by an association of jazz journalists, but also into the very "national newspaper of record," The New York Times.
All About Jazz: Didn't you tell me that a black writer has never won the Jazz Journalist Association's Lifetime Achievement Award?
Gary Giddins: That's correct. And I don't think that a black writer has won the award for best jazz review and feature writing either. Before we go any further, I want to underscore that Bill Milkowski totally deserves the award. He's a terrific writer, someone I've learned a lot from. I'm not saying that anyone who has received it was undeserving.
I understand that obvious candidates among black writers have disappeared in the last several years. Gene Seymour, at Newsday, would have been an obvious candidate. But Gene's not there anymore. I would think that Gene would even be considered for lifetime achievement, even though he spent as much time writing about movies as writing about jazz. He was still a very good jazz writer, he did it for a very long time, and he wrote a very good introductory book on jazz for young people.
In the '70s, when I was coming along, I thought one of the best jazz writers in the country was Hollie West. You remember him?