Miles Davis v. Wynton Marsalis: Jack Johnson in Jazz
“ Where Marsalis identifies with the audience and writes music that flatters our own sepia-toned vision of the America of a hundred years ago, Davis identified himself with Johnson, and set out to create a soundtrack that flaunts his own individual style. ”
This certainly will sound familiar to those who've caught Ken Burns' latest PBS documentary, Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson, with its soundtrack by Wynton Marsalis. But lost in most of the commentary on Burns' film is that fact that the same scenario has been played out before too, back in 1970 when the jazz legend Miles Davis recorded music for the documentary Jack Johnson by filmmaker and fight promoter William Cayton (later famous for managing a young Mike Tyson).
Both films tell the story of Johnson's rise from a poor childhood in Galveston, TX to become the first black heavyweight champion in 1908; of his defense of the title against the "Great White Hope," Jim Jeffries, in 1910, and the race riots precipitated by Jeffries' loss; of Johnson's subsequent persecution and exile to Europe; of his flamboyant lifestyle, including several affairs with and marriages to white women; and of his inevitable decline and eventual death in an automobile crash in 1946. But the approaches of Marsalis and Davis to their respective scores for this tale could hardly be more different.
Marsalis draws on the ragtime and blues of Johnson's own time, including arrangements of tunes by Jelly Roll Morton, W.C. Handy, and other contemporaries of Johnson. Even when he's not explicitly appropriating early 1900s musical idioms, his music often feels of a piece with the times being depicted in the black and white photographs and grainy newsreel footage. This isn't meant as an insult: Marsalis' compositions and his band's performances are masterful, warm and engaging, crafting an elegant and pleasing musical impression of an era in American history. Especially winning is the opening theme, "What Have You Done?," built around the thick, rich acoustic bass of Reginald Veal and Douglas Wamble's twangy, bluesy guitar line.
Davis' scorereleased as the album A Tribute to Jack Johnsonon the other hand, disdains this historical approach entirely. The film begins with thudding electric bass, clanging guitar, and a hard backbeat in the drums, before Miles' horn comes wailing in. Most of music continues in the brash tone set by the opener, though there are tender moments too, as when Miles' solo muted horn mournfully alludes to his earlier "Concierto de Aranjuez" while Johnson retreats to Spain after finally losing the title. Relatively unnoticed when it first came out, probably due to the poor commercial showing of the film, the album has gained critical appreciation over the years, and it's easy to see why. Davis plays some intense and adventurous solos, and the rhythm section offers ferocious accompaniment, with John McLaughlin grinding out electric guitar rifts, and Herbie Hancock's organ spitting out chords like shotgun blasts.
This project continued Miles' experiments with electronic instruments that he began in the late 60's on albums like In A Silent Way and Bitches' Brew. But the Jack Johnson music, maybe more than any other Miles Davis album, comes across, in its style and attitude and rhythmic drive, like rock and rollno doubt Miles felt that the free-spirited, rebellious image of rock would communicate Johnson's own iconoclastic personality.
So, where Marsalis identifies with the audience and writes music that flatters our own sepia-toned vision of the America of a hundred years ago, Davis identified himself with Johnson, and sets out to create a soundtrack that flaunts his own individual style, and that would sound as exotic and even as threatening to the stodgier listeners of Miles' time as the idea of a black heavyweight champion seemed in Johnson's day. Marsalis' score tries to evoke the past, Davis' tries to bring the emotions that were stirred up by Johnson into the present.
Davis' sympathy with Johnson isn't surprisinglike Johnson, he was a born provocateur, and stubbornly refused to project the image that was expected from him. Both had a penchant for fast cars, snappy clothes, and general hard living. Davis, too, had his run-ins with racist law enforcement, and also went through an expatriate period in Europe, where, like Johnson, he found a much warmer reception than in his own country. And Davis was an avid amateur boxer to boot, crediting the sport with inspiring him to kick his heroin habit in the early 50's. The two men shared a certain proud, pugnacious attitude: when Davis wrote in his autobiography that he was disliked "because I'm black and I don't compromise, and white peopleespecially white mendon't like this in a black person, especially a black man," he could have been writing Johnson's epigraph as well.