What's The Point, Part 1
This is the first entry for my new column at All About Jazz. I actually published What's The Point? in my own blog in January 2012. All About Jazz asked if I would be interested in writing for them; I was surprised and honored. I decided to update and rewrite the original article; because of the response and all the emails I received, I wanted to expand and make some of my points longer and clearer. I have increased the piece by two thousand words and broken it into two parts.
By the time I was 14 years old I had been studying and playing the guitar for seven years and was playing at church dances in and around New York City. I played in a few different bands, and because my repertoire was limited, I would bring music with me 'til I could memorize the songs that were needed. Sometimes the leader of the group would bring the music. Most importantly, I was playing my guitar in front of an audience. That need became a very significant part of my life. As a beginner performer, there were many times I played for no pay. I needed the experience. I got my union card when I was 15 years old and for all intents and purposes I was a professional musician. Six months later I was backing up '50s-type singing groups at rock and roll shows and getting paid. At eighteen I was a full-time musician.
A year before, while still in high school, I started playing in nightclubs; I'd work till three or four in the morning, go home and sleep two or three hours and then go to school. I did this two or three times a month, but I did work every weekend. I was like most young people who had part-time jobs to earn money, except my part time job was being a musician. Through my earnings I was able to buy the things I needed to sustain myself as a musician: new guitar and amp, strings, picks, a tuxedo (standard dress code for some gigs), guitar lessons and eventually a car.
When I graduated from high school. I went to college but my heart was into playing. I dropped out of college and started working as a full-time musician, which meant I had to get a cabaret license; during the '50s and up to 1967, in order to work in New York City nightclubs, a cabaret license was a requirement. You couldn't get a license until you were fingerprinted to see if you were convicted or arrested for any crime. Of course I wasn't, but many great artists, such as Chet Baker, Thelonious Monk, Charlie Parker and Billie Holiday had their cabaret licenses suspended because of drug charges, and Lenny Bruce, for his reputed obscenity.
I remember sitting on a bench filling out the application and sitting next to me was a face I recognized, but couldn't place. He was very congenial and we spent our time waiting and talking. I finally said, "You look so familiar, have we met before?" I introduced myself and he put out his hand and said "I'm Maynard Ferguson." I practically fainted. I'd seen Maynard play many times at Birdlandmy home away from home. A few minutes later he was called up to the window, finished, smiled and said goodbye. To me that was a momentous experiencemeeting a great artist who contributed to jazz! Up until I was fifteen, my heroes were athletes, but that all changed when I started listening to jazz and hanging out at Birdland.
In the fifties, the original Birdland had a "peanut gallery," which meant anyone under eighteen could sit in the back of the club, have soda and watch the greatest jazz musicians in the world perform. There were always two acts on the bill. My heroes and teachers were Johnny Smith, Dizzy Gillespie, J.J. Johnson, Horace Silver, The Jazz Messengers, Miles Davis with John Coltrane...the list goes on and on. Every time I discovered someone new I would buy their records and they would become part of a long list of influences and heroes. I didn't know or care about their personal lives. All I knew was, they were great players and I wanted to do what they could do, and that desire is still with me to this day.
In the late fifties and early sixties, musicians were paid $25-$50 dollars a night in bars and lounges. Of course the famous musicians were paid much more, but I am talking about your everyday working musician. In those days, musicians were put into categories:
1. Studio Musicians (recordings, jingles etc.);
2. High End Club Date Players (with big-name band leaders who played parties and social functions for the rich);
3. Club Date Musicians (in other states called Casuals, for Weddings, Engagement Parties, Bar Mitzvahs, etc.);
4. Show Band Musicians (playing for big-name acts at nightclubs);
5. Broadway Show Musicians;
6. Jazz Musicians;
7. Latin Musicians;
8. Bar and Lounge Players;
9. Classical Musicians (freelance and orchestra).
The highest paid musicians were the Studio, Broadway and Classical Musicians. The lowest were the Latin, Lounge and Jazz Musicians. The point is, everyone got paid. It was during that time that I was a regular working musician. I worked in all the above categories except the Classical and Latin fields. I was so busy, I kept myself working and three other guitar players busy too.
Along came the seventies. Electronic synthesizers had taken the place of many musicians. Studio musicians ended up playing for Broadway shows. When the synthesizers invaded theatre music, those musicians ended up playing weddings. Then came the disc jockeys, replacing live music with recorded music at weddings. They put those musicians out of work. The big show bands that backed up famous acts at hotels in New York City had stopped in the early seventies, and the Catskills show bands were gone by the late eighties and the musicians union was just about broken. Non-union musicians could play anywhere and the bandleaders did not worry about paying scale to their players. That also meant health and pension benefits went out the window. Before that, studio and theatre musicians who most likely started off as Big Band or Jazz musicians but needed to make a living ended up in the studios or playing in the pit for Broadway shows. While things were still good, these same musicians had a need to play jazz. In order to satisfy that need, and since they didn't need the money, they would play in bars and restaurants for no paythe beginning of the end.
In the mid-eighties there was a rise of Jazz Departments in Colleges and Universities throughout the USA. In the past, Jazz Study was unheard of in colleges except for a few such as Boston's Berklee School of Music. All of a sudden, every school in America had a Jazz Program, offering degrees in performance. I personally think that these programs were created so that jazz musicians could work. Every kid who dreamed he could be the next Coltrane or Miles Davis, enrolled in these schools and graduated with a degree.
What this meant is that a lot of kids with degrees could play a lot of scales, understood all the modes and theory associated with jazz, and if they were lucky enough to have good teachers they could play some jazz. They weren't experienced jazz players, but the potential was there. The problem was and still is: where do they go to get this experience and did their schools teach them how to survive as musicians? The answer is a decided No! The school advisers and teachers did give them some advice: if you want to get the experience you need, go to New York, where there is great music and energy, and eventually if you're lucky, you will make it.