J. Robert Bragonier
Dr. Bragonier is a jazz educator and historian with a 60+ year love of jazz.
I was born and raised in Iowa but have lived in the greater Los Angeles area since 1970. In 2002 I retired as Director of Maternal, Child and Adolescent Health, County of Los Angeles Department of Health Services; I was Adjunct Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology at the UCLA School of Medicine for 32 years.
I began playing the piano at age 4, the trombone at age 11, and the vibraphone during college. I have loved jazz for more than 60 years, working my way through both college and medical school as a disc jockey of jazz and classical music on FM stations in Iowa and Nebraska. I have accumulated a collection of jazz and classical music that approximates 8,000 pieces. For nearly three decades I have been a contributor to multiple jazz forums and lists on the Internet, reviewing jazz concerts and newly released CDs for CompuServe, then www.52ndstreet.com (where I served as Forum Moderator), and here at All About Jazz, where I have also conducted jazz interviews and written articles. Since 2003, I have been teaching The History of Jazz (now sixteen different courses) through the South Bay Adult School in Manhattan Beach, CA. In addition, for ten years (2006-2015), I coordinated jazz and music discussion groups for Omnilore, senior education under the auspices of California State University, Dominguez Hills. I recently published a book entitled Fishing in the Third Stream: Blogs at the Interface Between Classical and Jazz Music (Lulu Publishing, 2017), a compilation of more than 70 blogs originally written for the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra (2006-2010).
My wife of 58 years, Barbara (a retired University Professor and Counselor), and I have three grown children, seven grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren!
My Jazz Story
I love jazz because I can still remember how it made me feel the first time I heard it. This love of mine dates back nearly 65 years. I can’t remember exactly where I was, but a woman, accompanied by a pianist, was singing. I was like someone who had previously seen only in black-and-white, who suddenly saw the world in Technicolor. Having mostly only heard church music (with piano or organ accompaniment), I remember thinking, “Oh, my god! Listen! She’s singing, but he’s not playing what she’s singing. He’s not playing any of the melody! And, they’re not even together; she’s lagging way behind him! (Oh, wait; there, she just caught up.)”
“And, listen to those chords he’s playing: they’re gorgeous! Where have those chords been hiding on MY piano? And, the rhythms: how can he play such different rhythms with his two hands and not get mixed up? And, look: he doesn’t even have any notes written on his music! Just notations, like, ‘G-7,’ ‘F-7,’ ‘EbΔ,’ ‘A7b9,’ ‘GbΔ,’ ‘Fsus,’ ‘Eb-7,’ ‘Bbsus,’ ‘Bb7,’ ‘EbΔ’. (These are notations for the chord changes in the first ten measures of Wayne Shorter’s “Infant Eyes.”)
My parents both sang in college, and my mother continued to sing in church choir; she played the piano a little as a child, but neither parent listened to music in the home. They started me with piano lessons at age 4 and were supportive of my talent, but they actively discouraged my interest in jazz; I think my mother actually believed that jazz’s influence was evil, in a religious sense. My piano teacher was rigidly classical in orientation, and the notion of jazz lessons was totally out of the question.
My first three LP records were jazz: I distinctly remember that they were Kurt Edelhagen’s Jazz from Germany, The Four Freshmen and Five Trombones, and George Van Eps’ Mellow Guitar. I was an exchange student to Sweden at age 17, and all the way over (10 days on the MS Seven Seas), I hung over the shoulder of Del Cummings, a student bound for Germany and the best young jazz pianist I had ever seen play, soaking up his every riff and nuance. During my senior year, after I returned, I played trombone in jazz big bands and combos whenever I could, but I remained frustrated at my inability to progress, untutored, in playing jazz piano.
In college I learned to play and improvise on the vibes, surreptitiously and entirely self-taught. My exposure to recorded jazz blossomed, however, when I got a job disc jockeying jazz and classical music at the college radio station. I worked my way through undergraduate school, and into medical school, in this manner, absorbing as much knowledge and appreciation of jazz as possible. At some point, I realized that my discrimination and taste had surpassed my talent; as a performer, I clearly did not meet my own standards. Since I questioned how good I could be, and since I had neither the time nor opportunity to practice and improve, I resolved to limit my playing to the record player, radio, and ultimately, the CD player. There are just too many people I’d rather listen to, and too little time, for me to waste it attempting to entertain myself.
Highlights of those early years include taking my wife of more than 50 years, Barbara, to hear the Dave Brubeck Quartet on one of our first dates in late 1956; meeting George Shearing when he came over to the fraternity house after a campus concert in the spring of 1957; listening and dancing to the big bands of Les Brown, Ted Heath, Stan Kenton, Woody Herman, and numerous others during those years; and spending many late evenings listening to our housemother’s collection of jazz records, hour after hour…
What is it exactly that I love about jazz? It’s hard to put into words, but its swing and blues tonalities resonate in my soul in a way that no other music does. Jazz is America’s “classical music”; it is truly America’s gift to the world. Its hypnotic rhythms, and its syncopation, with the melody falling just a smidge ahead or behind the beat, give a feeling of forward motion, a sense of tension and release, that never fail to enthrall me, to grab and hold my attention and never let it go. When a jazz master improvises on a common theme, I continue to hear that theme in my head during the presentation; together, the theme and the overlying improvisation create for me a beautiful and exciting internal counterpoint. Finally, a live jazz performance is truly a once-in-a-lifetime event; an improvised solo will never, ever be played in exactly that same manner again. This fact gives the jazz performance an immediacy, uniqueness, and evanescence (like a snowflake, bubble, or sunset) that totally composed music can never attain. For me, these qualities keep jazz ever fresh and new, and ever fascinating.