Yesterday’s concert was without question the best gig we have played this year. When we discovered one of our venues was in Fayetteville, Arkansas, only four hours away from Pine Bluff, plans began taking shape to transport the JLCO, equipment and staff to play an unscheduled, unpaid gig on our day off, and then drive four hours back to Fayetteville.
There is only one thing that would cause twenty or so people to go through this much trouble: love. Our audience: Clark Terry.
For so many people, Clark, as player, teacher, mentor and human being has been a constant inspiration. Without question one of the greatest trumpet players, he also happens to be one or the most giving, loving and funny people to ever grace this earth.
Clark is 94, and his health has seen better days. His recent life was captured poignantly in the documentary “Keep On Keepin’ On” which was just nominated for an Academy Award.
My personal association with Clark Terry started in 1975 when he was the guest soloist with the Monterey Jazz Festival all star band. I was fifteen, playing lead alto in the band. Before this I had only really known him from the Tonight Show, where Johnny Carson would occasionally let Doc Severinsen feature him on a number.
One of the pieces we played at Monterey was a blues, a composition by Clark, and it featured Clark and me. I came out front to join him, getting a better look at the crowd of at least five thousand jazz fans. At the end of the piece Clark grabbed the mic and announced enthusiastically “Ted Nash!” Standing out there playing and hanging with Clark was one of those experiences you will never forget.
(I'm the one with blond hair, just below Benny Golson's left arm)
One year later later my family traveled to New York on vacation. We noticed in the paper Clark was playing with his quintet at the Village Vanguard. Dad and I grabbed out horns and headed to the gig. Clark was, of course, embracing and invited us to sit in. I got my alto out of the case and glanced around at the expectant audience, “Let’s see” written all over their faces. “What would you like to play? A blues?” Clark offered. I immediately snapped back “Cherokee.” When you are sixteen you are brave (i.e. stupid). But I got through it. Clark was as sweet as can be.
So here we are 38 years later (and I am still trying to play Cherokee), on our way to Pine Bluff, Arkansas in four vehicles: two tour buses, equipment truck, and Wynton’s car. Victor Goines was in constant contact with Clark’s wife Gwen, getting updates about Clark’s condition. He and our tour manager, Boss Murphy, worked overtime getting things organized. We pulled up to the hospital where Clark has been under care for the past couple days. The band single-filed down and around a long hallway, arriving at a large multi-purpose room where the hospital, aware of our pending arrival, had organized music stands and chairs.
There was an air of anticipation as the band quickly set up, pulling instruments out, warming up. Wynton called a short set, including some transcriptions Chris Crenshaw did specifically for this performance, songs from a couple of Clark’s recordings.
Someone entered the room announcing “Clark is being wheeled in now.” I felt the emotion well up in me as his hospital bed found its way into the space. We started swinging on Duke’s arrangement of a movement from the Nutcracker Suite. The band was not joking. When there is this kind of emotion and energy in the air the music takes on another dimension of feeling.
They parked Clark in front of the band. His eyes had stopped working a while back, but it was very clear by the smile on his face his ears were just fine. It was a good thing I was quite familiar with the chart because I was having difficulty seeing the notes through my tears.
After we finished the first piece we each took a turn holding Clark’s hand and giving him some love. He was smiling ear to ear with each little visit. “Who is this? Oh yeah, man. Yeah. Love you. God bless you.”
We returned to out chairs and played a blues featuring our vocalist Cécile McLorin Salvant, who stood right next to Clark and sang her heart out. Cécile told me later she had to do everything in her power to not break down.
We played a couple more tunes, and brought out a birthday cake (his birthday is next week), visited a little more before they needed to get him back to his room. Just before they wheeled him away Clark again expressed his love and blessings.
We headed over to Clark and Gwen’s home and ate catfish, succotash and coleslaw. Adorning the walls of house was evidence of the great appreciation for this man: record covers, awards and photos. One picture depicted Clark and Harry “Sweets” Edison playing a concert together. Wynton laughed and said when Sweets died he gave all his suits to Clark. Clark told Wynton a while back to come and get some of them, but Wynton, knowing they had no chance on fitting him, never did.
On the ride back to Fayetteville we watched the documentary “Keep On Keepin’ On,” a copy of which had been giving to us at Clark’s home by the director, Al Hicks, who was in attendance. If you haven’t seen this film, you must.
On our way to Texas...
I have a problem. I have battling with this problem most of my life. It’s embarrassing and inconvenient. I am hoping I can cure this bad habit, this awkward tendency. I need help.
My problem: I’m always on time.
This may not seem like a problem but it is. If I could add up all the time I have waited unnecessarily I probably could have written a symphony.
When I showed up at my producer’s house in Los Angeles recently, right at the appointed time, his response, answering the door with wet hair, quickly tucking his shirt into his pants, was “You’re always on time.” The next day, when I arrived at my father’s accountant’s office, exactly at the agreed upon 2:45, she responded “Are you always so punctual?” It’s just not sexy.
I have tried many tricks, like setting my watch behind, or circling around the block, but it never fails: I am always on time.
Here’s another example of how this trait recently got me into trouble: I was invited to a dinner party at an Upper West Side restaurant. My friend told the dozen or so guests the reservations was for 8:15. I was actually impressed with myself that I did not arrive one minute earlier than the designated time. But where was everybody? i was the only one there. I went to check in at the hostess station and they said “Oh, that reservation is for 8:30. Take a seat in the bar and when everyone is here come back and we’ll seat you.” When I asked my friend if she had changed the time she said “Oh, no, I just told everyone 8:15 to try to get them there by 8:30.”
You see my problem?
I have considered counseling and support groups, but ultimately I have decided to go cold turkey.
So if I am five minutes late for our rehearsal or meeting, you’ll understand it is part of my ongoing treatment.
We're two days into rehearsals for concerts this Friday and Saturday with the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra, with guest percussionist Cyro Baptista, performing the music of the great Brazilian composer Moacir Santos, aka the “Brazilian Duke.” This concert follows a format that has for the past few years helped to form and identify the orchestra’s sound as of late, one that really utilizes the creativity of this group: all the arrangements are crafted by members of the band.
We have just come off a three-week tour. I'm not going to lie: this was a particularly rough one, with long rides on a bus of suspicious quality and condition. Just before we took possession of this substandard form of transportation it had been used by a sorority, and running along each side of the bus were painted, in large colorful triangles, the words Delta Sigma Theta. When we pulled into town, locals pointed and hung around to get a glimpse of the group of young woman exiting the bus, only to be (certainly) disappointed by the collection of tired, raggedly dressed, unshaven men that piled out, grabbing suitcases and beelining it into the hotel to try to rest for an hour or two before leaving for sound check.
The scene on the bus was quite a sight: at any given time there was a minimum of six to eight laptops out, with mini keyboards, and chords and earphones attached. Cats were on a mission. Wynton, just as the band was leaving town, delegated the arranging responsibilities to the arrangers in the band (there are ten!) for this upcoming concert and we wasted no time getting to work. Even the dressing rooms and green rooms at the venues became temporary computer labs.
What I love about this is that there is a healthy competitive spirit to not only get the arrangements done (in time!) but to come up with something unique, something that challenges the band. Everyone is checking in with each other - "Hey, man, what do you think if I have the first two voices on flutes, and have it doubled by muted bone down an octave?" or "Is one bar enough time to go to cup mute?" or "check this out (handing over noise-canceling earphones); what do you think of this passage?" This sharing of each our particular expertise and ideas helps us create a body of work that is varied in colors and approaches but consistent in it's objective. We still have a bit or work tomorrow to get these charts together but it is going to be a hell of a weekend of music. I hope you can come out to Rose Hall and check it out. IF not, it will be live-streamed both nights!
We recorded the Presidential Suite on Sunday, and I can't express how thrilled I am to have this day arrive, and experience such great attitude and musicianship from everyone involved. We got all eight movements plus the Overture done in eight hours. My executive producer, Kabir Sehgal, invited some wonderful guests, and two of the other contributing producers, Adam Inselbuch and Michael Fricklas, also were attendance. Some brought family and friends and there was such a great vibe in the studio all day.
Our engineer, Rob Macomber, is so easy to work with, and everything, with the help of his interns, and our assistant Jay Sgroi, went smoothly.
Our lead trumpet player, Ryan Kisor badly inured his shoulder the day before the recording and played the entire session with one hand. Heroic is the only word for it.
Joe Temperly made a cameo appearance, playing the first eight bars of the movement Churchill, a solo section I wrote with him in mind. He is a big Churchill fan and was excited to play this on the premier in January, but he ended up missing that performance, so I am so happy to have him bring his big, beautiful sound to the piece.
I want to thank all the people who made a contribution to this project. Without all of you this recording couldn't have happened. Thank you!
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Men Say the Darndest Things - New Show, New Music!
Actress and writer Trish McCall has a new show for which I wrote original music - seventeen jazz pieces that serve as interludes between each scene. "Men Say the Darndest Things" is not a musical, but a dramatic play full of irony and humor (and not for kids!). The show has a limited run and I hope you can make it. The music will be performed by the Robert Rucker Project. I will be there on October 16th to check it out! Show runs September 25th - October 18th at the Black River Center for the Arts, 345 Lenox Avenue.
Trish's concept to include live music between each scene is pretty unusual for a straight theater piece. Trish told me at the rehearsal the other day the first two directors she considered asked her to eliminate the music, that it wasn't important to the story. But Trish's vision of having these pieces evoke specific feelings and set up the scenes was so clear she decided to direct it herself. Although not performed during the scenes, the music is almost a fifth character.
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Chucho Valdés, Pedrito Martinez & Wynton Marsalis
I have been rehearsing all week with the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra for this weekend's concerts with guests Chucho Valdés and Pedrito Martinez. These amazing Cuban musicians are featured in an extended work by Wynton, blending jazz with the traditional folkloric music of Cuba and the Santería religion to create a work that illustrates the ability of music to elevate us from social and political unrest to the greatest heights of humanity.
It has been an intense week putting this together. The music is complex, but the end result was worth the hard work. Our first concert last night was grooving and uplifting. CLICK HERE
for more information.
The concerts will be live-streamed so if you can't be there in person be sure to check it out.FridaySaturday
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JLCO Fall Tour
I am getting ready to hit the road with the JLCO. It's always great to bring the music to people around the world.
September 24 -- Lawrence, KS Lied Center
September 25 -- Manhattan, KS Kansas State University - McCain Auditorium
September 26 -- Lincoln, NE University of Nebraska - Lied Center
September 27 -- Champaign, IL Krannert Center for the Performing Arts - Foellinger Great Hall
September 28 -- South Bend, IN DeBartolo Performing Arts Center - Leighton Concert Hall
September 30 -- Bowling Green, KY Western Kentucky University - Van Meter Hall
October 1 -- Louisville, KY The Kentucky Center - Whitney Hall
October 2 and 3 -- St. Louis, MO Jazz St Louis - Jazz at the Bistro
October 4 -- Germantown, TN Germantown Performing Arts Center
October 5 -- Nashville, TN Nashville Symphony - Schermerhorn Symphony Center
October 7 -- Charlotte, NC The Belk Theater
October 8 -- Chapel Hill, NC University of North Carolina - Memorial Hall
October 10 -- Bloomsburg, PA Bloomsburg University - Mitrani Hall
October 11 -- Greenvale, NY Tilles Center
October 12 -- Rutland, VT Paramount Theater
October 13 -- Hanover, NH Dartmouth College - Hopkins Center for the Arts
October 14 -- Quebec, QC CND Festival de Jazz de Quebec - Capitole Theatre
I don’t think of myself as particularly shy, but there is something about playing two sets of intense music which makes me feel a little quiet, a bit reserved afterwards. This has caused me over the years to shy away from conversations immediately following a concert with people from the audience that, very understandably, want to share their thoughts and feelings about what they just experienced.
I suppose this tendency is easy to be misunderstood, and I was once told “you need to connect with people - they want to express something to you. You should give them that.” So I have become (slowly) better about this.
But what I experienced a couple nights ago in Knoxville, TN is the kind of thing that could cause me to make steps backwards in this progress toward a more extroverted attitude. Following our two sets of expressive, exploring and swinging music, I packed up my horns, loaded them into their flight cases, and headed to the stage door. This exited out onto an alley-like street, and many of the main theater exit doors also emptied out onto this small street.
As I walked up the block, back to the hotel, the street became more and more populated with concert-goers. I smiled as I passed people, some saying “nice concert” or “sounded great” or “thank you.” I thanked them back but kept moving. When I got to the corner a man recognized me and said “Boy, YOU sucked,” and laughed, showing off to his wife. I know he was being sarcastic and trying to be hip/cool, but it still felt slightly alarming. Before I could formulate a response he talked quickly, mostly about himself. I was still recovering from his first comment when our trombonist Chris Crenshaw approached the intersection. The man saw Chris and blurted out “Hey, here is another one who sucked.” I took this opportunity to make my escape, crossing the street while the light was still red.
I got a couple blocks closer to the hotel and short-cutted it across a parking lot, passing a man opening his car door. “Were you in the band” he said, and as I got closer. “Oh, yeah you were. Can I ask you something? What is your background?”
“Yeah, where are you from?”
“Oh, I’m originally from Los Angeles but live in New York.”
“Ah. I was wondering where you were from because you were one of the more reserved guys in the band.”
“Yeah, your expressions.”
“Oh, I see. That’s what you took away from the concert?” I though maybe he had been curious where I was from because he heard some kind of influence in my playing.
“Los Angeles, huh? You still from there?”
“Am I still from there?”
“Yeah, there is this great radio station, plays big band hits. You’d love it.”
“I’m sure I would. If I were still from there. Have a good night.”
A block later I was back in the hotel. Safe...
I was in the park the other day and heard a mockingbird singing. The mockingbird has a reputation for stealing other birds' songs, but I think this is a bad rap. What is special about this bird is that it makes up its own songs. It hops around on a branch offering melody after melody, never seeming to repeat itself. It is the ultimate improvisor. Like the most creative jazz musician, this bird expresses itself in so many ways, with different sound qualities and different lengths of phrases. And it does this for no money, without worrying about who is listening or who is judging. It sings for the pure joy of creating.
The mockingbird is my hero.
19 years ago I was burglarized and lost, among other things, my Uncle Ted’s Selmer Cigar Cutter, the horn he played for years in the studios. He recorded all of Henry Mancini’s music on this horn, including “Dreamsville.” Check it out on Youtube here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrkNDRmamkw
Here is a cover photo
of a record he did with my father, showing the alto.When I recorded my CD “The Mancini Project” I used the cigar cutter alto I bought a few years later, and I tried to play it like him. But I’m not him...and I didn’t have his horn.
I am just putting it out there that if you see a gold-plated Selmer alto sax with the serial number 15,535 I would love to get it back. It was my main horn until it was stolen, but more than that it (quite obviously) has tremendous sentimental value.
Many young players can’t afford to own top professional instruments, which can cost thousands of dollars. Instead they end up buying inexpensive student horns that do not play well. It’s a shame some students, because of their economic situation, can’t play a good quality horn.
I am excited to launch “Project: Pro Student Horn” which offers great playing saxophones to qualifying students at a very low cost ($500). I have discovered vintage horns that play great but are overlooked. They have a great sound, solid mechanics, and good intonation. (By the way, I just recorded my last two albums - "The Creep" and "Chakra" - with two of these saxophones, and have been using them touring and performing with the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra.)
These horns are repaired and ready to go. The first five will come with a new mouthpiece, neck strap, cork grease, reed guard, ligature and cap. (I have worked with Beechler to design a mouthpiece specifically for this project.) These horns have a variety of small scratches and dents, like most vintage horns, but they are strictly cosmetic and do not affect the sound or playability.
I love these horns so much I am reluctant to let them go!
“PSH” horns will only be available to those who cannot afford to purchase an expensive professional instrument and would be forced otherwise to play cheap, poorly made instruments. They will also be available to very young students whose parents are hesitant to make an expensive commitment.
I am starting with alto saxes, and expect to do ten the first year. I will not be making a profit on these horns.
For more information please visit: http://www.tednash.com/psh.html
On this page I have photos and videos of me playing and talking about each horn.
I entered the bathroom of the Rose Hall the other day, on a break from rehearsing for this weekend’s concerts, and on the PA system I heard the sound of a soulful tenor sax in the upper register. It didn’t take me more than two or three notes to recognize Stan Getz. As I listened I couldn’t help but to think that we are on this planet for such a short time, and in that time we can only hope to change something, affect someone. That is the most we can ask for, and what we should try to achieve while we have this little bit of time.
Many people have developed the primary goal of making money, being famous, getting what they want no matter how they get it. If instead they focussed their energy on how to make this planet a more beautiful place, this planet would be a more beautiful place.
I had the chance to meet and hang out with Stan Getz a couple times. The first was when I was seventeen, during my first European tour, with the Don Ellis band. We were playing the Juan-les-Pins Jazz Festival (Jazz à Juan), the same venue where Miles recorded “Live in Europe” in the early 60s. Fifteen years later I was on this exact same stage, overwhelmed with excitement when the MC announced our band - it was the very same guy who introduced Miles’ band. There was no mistaking that voice. My worn out copy of Miles’ record should serve as acceptable evidence I am not mistaken in this fact.
After the concert, during which I struggled to get through a solo in 7/4 on Don’s “Pussy Wiggle Stomp,” a man with a square face and thick glasses approached the sax section as we were packing up our horns, He introduced himself: Stan Getz. The reed section dropped what we were doing and were all over him like a cheap suit. He had played the night before and was taking a couple extra days to hang out in Antibes.
The next day was off for the Ellis band and I grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach to swim and get burned. I spread out my towel, took off my shirt and enjoyed the view. (Besides having amazing blue/green water the beach was topless!) I diligently studied my environment and who was laying about three towels away - Mr. Getz, and his wife, Monica. I went over and re-introduced myself. Stan asked me to join them, which I did (duh). His strong, healthy physique prompted be to say “I heard you were a drug addict, but you’re in such great shape. Was that just a big rumor?’ (please, remember I am seventeen, and greener than a farmers market cucumber). He laughed a hearty laugh and explained he was from “good Russian stock” then showed me the faint scars on his arms.
His wife, Monica, was super cool. From Sweden. She had become a US citizen so she could vote against Nikon. How could you not love her?
After a couple hours of hanging and talking, Stan and Monica took me to a nearby cafe overlooking the Mediterranean. Just maybe the best day of my life.
Here’s a photo of Stan and me that day. If the photo doesn’t work, click this link
A year later I moved to New York and one of the first performances I went to check out was Stan playing at the long-defunct club Storyville. I brought my horn, thinking I might sit in with his quartet (still green, remember). When I got the club it was standing room only. I looked around at the clientele, a who’s who of the saxophone world - Sal Nistico, Bob Mintzer, Pete Yellin among many others, anticipating this rare event. They saw my horn. “What, are you going to sit in?” they almost laughed. I had worked with Sal and Bob on a couple occasions, and they were familiar with my naiveté. “Who knows - maybe,” I responded, optimistically.
On the break I went up to Stan and asked if I could sit in. He looked at me, smiled and said “Sure. I’ll call you up on the next set.” Sometimes it’s great to be young and stupid.
We played “On Green Dolphin Street” and “Body and Soul.” I know my colleagues couldn’t believe what they were seeing. There I was, eighteen and jamming with Stan Getz, Victor Lewis, John Burr and Andy LaVerne.
Not long after this I applied for an NEA grant. I called Stan’s home in Irvington and talked to Monica. I asked if Stan would write a letter of support. She said he was touring but she would be happy to write it and sign his name. Awesome.
Here is the letter (part fiction/part nonfiction):
I am writing to you in order for you to consider the application of young Ted Nash who has applied for a grant.
I have known Ted for many years, and I have seen him grow amazingly in all professional and personal areas. Ted is not only exceptionally gifted both as a performer and as a composer - he has played with my group on several occasions, and we play his composition “Tristemente” regularly.
Ted Nash is an outstanding young man in every way. I cannot think of anyone whose work I have heard during this past year who better deserves recognition both in the performing and the composing area.
The next time I saw Stan was more than ten years later. I was playing with the Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra and the great singer Diane Shuur was our guest. Stan was Diane’s musical director and featured soloist at the time. Stan had been recently diagnosed with lung cancer. I guess that “good Russian stock” was not invulnerable to earlier years of abuse. His energy was nothing like it was that day on the beach. He seemed humbled by his own fragility. Stan passed a couple years later, not long after Mel Lewis, also from cancer.
Stan had a reputation for being really tough, egotistical and at times quite mean. Every experience I had with him showed the opposite. I feel lucky and privileged to have known him. And the world is a more beautiful place because of him.
When the fifteen directors of the fifteen finalist bands of the 2014 Essentially Ellington high school band competition and festival, hosted by Jazz at Lincoln Center, stepped onto the stage Saturday night at the conclusion of the four-day event to be honored by hundreds of students, parents and supporters, the ovation they received, which lasted easily three deafening minutes, caused the tears I had been holding back earlier in the evening to finally find their way down my cheek.
I am a winner.
I won because I allowed this experience to touch my soul at a deep emotional level. In fact, we all are winners. There was not one person I talked to - teachers, volunteers, staff, students, parents - that didn't say "This is the high point of my year." This annual event has become the pinnacle of what we do at Jazz at Lincoln Center, a culmination of everything we believe in and enjoy doing: education, performance and community service.
I win every year.
This is the seventeenth or eighteenth year I have been involved with the festival and it gets better each year. You can't possibly compare the level of this year's bands to what we were hearing almost two decades ago. The depth of understanding of the jazz language, the sophistication of the solos, the ensembles' use of dynamics and phrasing, is remarkable and inspiring. I think it is safe to say the existence of this festival has been a big part of this growing interest and ability at the high school level.
In some way this festival is a microcosm of what the world should be: a combination of personal incentive, social awareness, a lack of racism and sexism, and plenty of love.
Back in April I was sent out by Jazz at Lincoln Center on a mission in Montclair, New Jersey, where I had the opportunity to workshop the Jazz House Kids, a community band that had been accepted into the top fifteen. The band, run with enthusiasm and passion, by saxophonist Julius Tolentino, was swinging the roof off. In a TV news show called Arts in the City, hosted by Magalie Laguerre-Wilkinson, I predicted the Jazz House Kids would end up in the top three finalists. They did. You can watch “Arts in the City” here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIJE7D9t3es
Each of us in the JLCO is assigned as a mentor to a band participating in the festival. This year I worked with the Community Arts Program from Coral Gables, Florida, and although they didn't make it to the finals, it's hard to say they didn't perform at the same or close to the same level as other bands that did. I think we all develop such an attachment to "our" band that when they don't win we feel we have been cheated. But in all fairness the judges (this year they were Wynton Marsalis, Jeff Hamilton, Dave Berger, Chris Crenshaw and Chuck Israels) must have the toughest time agreeing. It can't be easy, especially when the bands often play different material, making hard to compare directly. Also, when one band has great soloists, and another's ensemble shines, how do you decide which of these attributes is worthy of more points?
It has been a great four days and I want to give it up to Wynton, Todd Stoll, Maegan McHugh, and the whole staff and all the volunteers for a great job and heartwarming experience.