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certain age must have taken cognizance<br />

of them when ihc\ were fn,t<br />

issued. (<strong>The</strong> sound, incidentally, has<br />

paled in the transfer.) What was not<br />

so apparent when they were released<br />

two by two was their expressive<br />

variety: the cold dismissal of No<br />

More, the contorted pathos of You<br />

Better Co Now the oerhans excessive<br />

virtuosity of Ain't Nobody's Bust,<br />

I'll Look Around is a lesson for<br />

all who would be jazz, singers, the<br />

line sustained from first to last,<br />

the annroarh to it hist susnense<br />

ful enough to make it live the<br />

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in her lyrics counterwords<br />

This unique method—of course<br />

the word is misleading; I do not<br />

suggest any gnawing consciousness<br />

that the words are trash—of battling<br />

the weakness of the material is only<br />

intermittently successful. So are the<br />

attempts of writers to break away<br />

from the greeting-card accomplishments<br />

of the ordinary popular song<br />

and create something the average<br />

intelligent adult stomach: No escape<br />

has heen devised so icir Stive<br />

into a oretentious rhetoric (see' Deeo<br />

Sons I or a sunner-rhib smartness<br />

the onlv true merit of which is an un¬<br />

Intended status he navoff il Mabel<br />

Mercer Worst 'of all nerhaos is a<br />

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F.df»« .t^nTtn «oV*£A?,«<br />

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<strong>The</strong> failure of lvricists to keep pace<br />

with the refinement and development<br />

of jazz may be one reason why so<br />

few singers of jazz exist, ft is the<br />

more surprising when one considers<br />

the affinity of jazz with poetry or<br />

with any sort of spoken word 'jazz<br />

instrumentalists are complimented<br />

for making the horn talk, and the<br />

two arts are alike in their approach<br />

to rhvthm- thev both delidit in<br />

stress variation and in substituting<br />

lensth for accent It is not neressarv<br />

to dance at Hookins' sorum? rhvthm<br />

(which of course he didn't sav he<br />

invpiitrHl tn nnHprstand this r*l«i<br />

tionshio even the heroic couolet in<br />

hehand", of Pone h^omes a flex<br />

hie measure Tnd one rarT hear thai<br />

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he Claimed hkp Rill nnt Rnv Har<br />

ris Haldeal 1,X at last VW<br />

"'• „ a'jI a Wf nf it<br />

Tr, »rf I . 't represented<br />

rhythmic complexity^ f om the d<br />

length of phrases and from the timing<br />

of instrumental entrances; it<br />

seeks to establish a larger structure<br />

than jazz does and is less concerned<br />

with instantaneous excitements. For<br />

this reason classical songs that have<br />

a care for poetic declamation appear<br />

more fragmentary than songs that<br />

merely use the texts to suggest<br />

a mood: more fragmentary, but more<br />

venturesome.<br />

This digression attempts to hint<br />

at a possible reason for the most recent<br />

experiments in combining jazz<br />

with spoken poetry. <strong>The</strong> experiments<br />

need not be faddy, though it is tempting<br />

to dismiss them as that. On the<br />

contrary they seem a seasonable way<br />

of trying to cope with the suggested<br />

difficulties.<br />

MGM's release of "<strong>The</strong> Weary<br />

Blues" with Langston Hughes (the<br />

title could have been spared) is the<br />

first recorded fruits of the idea. It<br />

comes off easily, perhaps too easily.<br />

<strong>The</strong> poetry of Hughes I his reading<br />

is too offhand) never strays far from<br />

the blues form and the blues idea,<br />

though occasionally it attempts with<br />

success, to reflect a conscious social<br />

attitude with an oblique delicacy that<br />

is no part of the intention of a real<br />

blues. Since William Fmpson, we<br />

have learned to call this a form of<br />

nastoral noetrv • it is reallv a defen<br />

sive tvoe of diettoism the in zrouo<br />

counteroart to which is sav aPerel<br />

man buXsoue <strong>The</strong> trouble with<br />

sorh verse fs that it does not attemnt<br />

r« d« ,eb haniZ ,3<br />

lan dna H, lk« ^rS^WlZZ<br />

Av.n,?; J r P i n t RST i~ —<br />

Avenue, or to.Count Basie, is. equiv<br />

sT» , tV •„ 51 t i l ? \1ZJ<br />

Squeeze Me in which Louis beautifully<br />

interpolates a phrase from High<br />

Soctety or to a hundred such interpolations.<br />

Poems which mean to<br />

evoke a jazz expressiveness are even<br />

less likely to be enhanced by competing<br />

with the very source of their<br />

inspiration. Six Bits Blues, accompanied<br />

by a boogie-woogie tram<br />

piece, cancels itself out, and the<br />

music behind Weary Blues suffers<br />

from being talked about—more accurately,<br />

the listener suffers in both<br />

instances from having his own re¬<br />

sponse anticipated and confined.<br />

<strong>The</strong> blues" I have mentioned form a<br />

part of the less effective collage, in<br />

which Hughes goes snacks with a<br />

"traditional" group—Red Allen, Dickenson*<br />

and so on* Hinton has a good<br />

solo, the best moment on the side, as<br />

well as the most imaginative use of<br />

words and music. It was an excellent<br />

idea to brine in a contrasting erouD<br />

-the Mingus unit—for the other<br />

side, if the results show us nothing<br />

new <strong>The</strong>re has been more of an<br />

attempt to integrate the words and<br />

music, though in no mimetic way:<br />

"the boogie-woogie rumble of a<br />

dream deferred" is not accompanied<br />

by anything of the kind, and the brief<br />

reference to Basie is really witty, not<br />

a misguided literalism. <strong>The</strong> requirements<br />

of the situation appear to curb<br />

Mingus somewhat, though his Double<br />

G Train figure is a good thing, reminiscent<br />

of Ellington as the notes sugeest<br />

and once or twice everybody<br />

lets'hot.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are hound to be many more<br />

recordings of this sort in the future,<br />

but it seems doubtful that either<br />

poetry or jazz will benefit from the<br />

association. After all, no art can feed<br />

on another this way however many<br />

successful momentary matches are<br />

arranged. It would be interesting to<br />

try reading some highly formal verse<br />

to iazz accompaniment- the French<br />

stanzas or even the complicated syllabic<br />

patters of Welsh verse which<br />

have occasionally been tried in English<br />

And someone oudit to trv cueinYin<br />

the spoken words as another<br />

rhythmic instrument. But however it<br />

is done the words will have to he<br />

subordinated to the music as thev<br />

are in the few elas!iral ex^r.ments<br />

of this kind • T « r 3 8 T t o !<br />

Facade »n t h / L m S n v i n b<br />

UiZL d, Snl L IVr 11 11it i' i' -ill<br />

ZllZ]] hp E t f - S h ^ n <br />

having served its purpose<br />

P P<br />

—Glenn Coulter<br />

T H E J O H N LEWIS PIANO, (Atlantic<br />

1272)<br />

In case the reader has a limited<br />

amount of time I shall sav initially<br />

that, without reservation, 'this is a<br />

superb album, front, back and middle.<br />

Well paced, sensitive, subtle, accessible<br />

and befitting its leader it<br />

contains a gentle nobility that seems<br />

to pervade the soul of almost every¬<br />

one who plays with him. <strong>The</strong> instrumentation<br />

varies but the continuity<br />

stavs for dinner Partieinants are<br />

Percv Heath Connie Kav lira Hall<br />

and Barry Galbraith.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first piece, Harlequin, appears<br />

to be a completely improvised duet<br />

between piano and drums and was<br />

recorded at the Music Barn (Lenox,<br />

Mass.), complete with a few pianissimo<br />

cricket chirps. Alternating between<br />

a repeated, percussive pair of<br />

eighth notes and a rolling, legato

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