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No More Excuses People!
by Mort Weiss
As a result of the efforts of one Michael Ricci and what he has given to the jazz world, the above title means just that! Michael has given you--musicians, club owners, booking agents, food and beverage servers, the people that provide such services, all concert and festival artistic directors, venue management, fans, transportation folks and music ...
Some Thoughts from the worlds greatest out of work Bebop clarinet player
by Mort Weiss
As many of you know, I've discontinued my column here at All About Jazz called the Mort Report." See my final one (number 22), aptly named My Final Mort Report." Clever, what? My reports were mostly autobiographical, as I kind of put myself on automatic pilot and opened the storage lockers of my brain to let ...
My Final Report
by Mort Weiss
I stood there at graveside in the cold morning mist, collar of my dark blue, (but not too warm coat) turned up-in an effort to--ahh hell, I don't know--I saw it in a film noir flick once--let's just say--that it looked appropriate for the occasion--"the occasion"? The laying to rest of my mother-my mother of soul-of ...
Septuagenarian is Not a Sexual Proclivity!
by Mort Weiss
Backstage at a concert I was doing a few years back, I heard the house announcer getting ready to bring me on, doing his thing. As I'm checking to see if my fly was zipped I heard the words (not in any particular order): jazz, clarinet, septuagenarian and Mort Weiss. I remember thinking--what the f**k?
WOW! Bird and Bach: Them two cats really could play!
by Mort Weiss
O.K. Now that I've got your attention, what should I write about? The many articles here at AAJ have damn near covered each and every aspect on the topic of jazz and its place (albeit) always in flux and change with each and every up and coming generation of players. Where is jazz in the scheme ...
Love... Sorrow... Jazz... and Death
by Mort Weiss
When we think of an art form, the tendency is to look in every and all directions except inward--wherein all answers lie, although shielded and hidden from one's self and any that choose to be within your sphere of understanding and passion. Why must it take years of self- study and searching the myriad avenues and ...
A Brief History of Ragtime to 3/4 aka A Waltz Through the Cosmic Thought Process
by Mort Weiss
Opening!Screaming through the quagmire of being, I see--nay, feel--justification of the heat of singularity of thought. Yearning of (and for) all energies spinning--not only in the dance of Shiva, but in the fulfillment of a manifest destiny of understanding and love that gives forth its eternal fires of hope and the many tomorrows that ...
I Hear a Clock ... Ticking
by Mort Weiss
Hello, once again. Still above ground and taking nourishment while most any of my contemporaries who haven't left the building as of yet are listening to smooth jazz, taking their Lithium and writing with crayons. Having shared that thought with you, last month I had my 78th birthday--another strange custom (why do people celebrate one's arriving ...
I Was Too Stoned to Perform: A Love Story, Kinda
by Mort Weiss
It was some time in the early 1960s and this story finds me, still Mort Wise, and my band--still named the Wisemen--having just signed a contract with World Artist Management services, a very happening company whose roster had names like Red Skelton, Ray Charles, Jacqueline Fontaine and many others. I would be one of the many ...
Mort Meets the Mob
by Mort Weiss
Hello again. This remembrance takes us back to the early 1960s when I went under the name of Mort Wise and my band's name was The Wisemen. Go ahead and Google Mort Wise And The Wisemen, and you'll probably come up with the recording we did (on a 45 rpm) called Wild Boy." Also, you might ...