This is a fine article bringing much needed attention to the sad state of UW-Madison School of Music’s Jazz Studies Program, or lack thereof.

http://host.madison.com/ct/news/local/education/university/article_d43136ce-5ad2-11df-bd28-001cc4c002e0.html

It’s odd we have a intellectually curious city with a Big Ten university, yet it’s a town afraid of anything “hip-hop” and the university doesn’t currently offer a jazz studies degree or even grant performance credit for its jazz ensemble.

This isn’t the first time people have tried to bring attention to the lack of a jazz scene in Madison. Local jazz musicians and appreciators of jazz have a hard time keeping jazz on the radar. We lack a steady jazz venue for jazz concerts (although the latest effort for jazz at the Inn-On-The-Park is a nice start). The fact that the UW-Madison does not offer a jazz studies degree only compounds the problem.

If you think the UW-Madison should create a Jazz Studies degree, then I encourage you to write or email the UW-Madison administration in support. You can also check out the Facebook fan page titled, “Help Save UW Jazz.”

Here is the contact info:

Chancellor Martin (biddy.martin@chancellor.wisc.edu)
161 Bascom Hall
500 Lincoln Dr
Madison, WI 53706

Lori Berquam (lberquam@odos.wisc.edu)
75 Bascom Hall
500 Lincoln Dr
Madison, WI 53706

Gary Sandefur (gsandefur@ls.admin.wisc.edu)
105 South Hall
1055 Bascom Mall
Madison, WI 53706

Again, great to talk to Nick at Guitar Center today. He suggested I check out this site. He said he learned most everything he knows now about Maschine and Ableton by watching videos from here.

http://www.macprovideo.com/tutorials/

Dig it! Thank you!

Tiken Jah Fakoly’s African roots reggae is taking over the entire African continent, per my Senegalese friends. I was told to check out his music because I would love it. Man, was that good advice! Check out Tiken Jah Fakoly’s MySpace page to hear some of this deep roots music coming out of the Ivory Coast. It’s wonderful!!

P.S. I appreciate the powerful horns backing up the band! These tunes have great arrangements.

This guy, Diego Stocco, is doing some really cool stuff combining microphone and recording technology with custom instrument creation. Check it out…

The DJ behind Little Brother…

Man, my boy Kevin McFadden in Portland-via-Detroit turned me on to this hot hip-hop clip from the 2009 BET Hip-Hop Awards. He wanted to hip me to the rhymes that Mos Def, Black Thought and Eminem laid down on this track.

What groove do the world’s top rappers and MC’s rhyme to? Clyde Stubblefield’s Funky Drummer sample, of course! That’s exactly what DJ Premier does on this track. Man, if Clyde had a dime for every time a hip-hop rhyme was combined with his funky drum line…well, he’d probably be playing for free!

Catch Clyde Stubblefield, James Brown’s Original Funky Drummer, live every Monday at The Frequency! See ya there!!

Most people of heard of Facebook and most have discovered old friends through the site. It’s also become a fun way to learn what Wynton Marsalis, the great jazz trumpet player/composer/arranger/conductor, is doing from day-to-day. Well, on this day, he posted a happy birthday announcement to his brother, Brandford, a.k.a. “Book”. Very cool.

Here is Wynton’s Facebook post. It’s long, but worth the read. What a family they have…

Today is my big brother Branford’s birthday.
We had some helluva times growing up. He is a musician with such great ears and reflexes that playing with him was something you could take for granted…. until you played with other people.

I remember us learning tunes in the mid 70’s off of Earth, Wind and Fire, Parliament, Stevie Wonder, Tower of Power and all the recordings of funk bands with good horn sections. We were so country…. we would write the names of notes (a-b-b-d-f-f) on regular loose-leaf paper.

Our first gig was an elementary school dance in Kenner, La. We had a four piece band—-sax, tpt, guitar, and drums. The gig was supposed to be two hours and took place in the school cafeteria-gymnasium-meeting room.
We learned about 12 songs.
Well, those songs took us about 35 min. into the gig. We stopped.
People said “we came here to dance, y’all better come up with something, NOW”. The next hour was a continuous medley of all 12 songs with some of the saddest solos you ever heard in your life. We were 11 and 12 then.

4 years later we played in a funk band called the Creators.
Girls would ask us,”what do y’all create?” “Babies”.

The band was about 9 pieces and Branford and I were the youngest by 4 or 5 years. We played a talent show in the 9th ward at Nicholls High School and some kind of way had neglected to learn one of the contestant’s songs… and to add insult to injury, didn’t realize it till he walked out unto the stage.
Now these could be raucous brown affairs with the audience commenting (back and forth about what they liked and disliked) to the band. One group of singers earlier that evening had butchered Kung Fu Fighting and had the nerve to announce to the audience, “the band is fuckin’ us up all.”

We had 9 and 1 packing, so we took the mic and announced that they weren’t shit. It was funny, but we had to think about whether they would go home and come back with something, because it was their neighborhood and those karate outfits probably gave them the feeling they could whip someone’s ass. So we were on edge and the people were ready for some Crescent City type excitement to jump off.

Here comes my man whose song we definitely don’t know. The show stops while we discuss another song to do. “Hey man, this is what I know. You motherfuckers better play my song.” He has his country best clothes on and probably all his friends and girlfriend there.
It was tight.
The people start murmuring which soon leads to shouting which we know will lead to a really colorful story, if you survive to tell it. Branford had only heard the song a few times on the radio. He sat down at the electric keyboard and played the intro and changes of the tune.
He guided our bass player and drummer through it all with complete cool, and saved us from a very unpleasant physical encounter with a hyped up audience.

My man made it through his song, yellow suit in tact and we all couldn’t believe Book pulled that off. That was Branford’s nickname Book, Bookie, Book-Book Nova, Track Star Book.
He could play any instrument he touched and run the hundred in 10 seconds or faster if being chased through south boston.

Happy Birthday Book.

Wynton

Branford Marsalis speaks candidly about his students, presumably some of the most talented who have sought him out for education. Either he woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day, or else he truly believes the best and brightest young musicians are often headed in the wrong direction.

For the record, if Branford Marlsalis was my teacher, if he said “jump,” I’d start jumping. I wouldn’t even ask “how high?” I’d start jumping and jump as high as I possibly could! Maybe he and I need to get in touch…

FYI, this clip is from the documentary Before the Music Dies, which I believe I have to check out! Thank you to Dave Stoler for sharing this clip.

A lot of people have been wondering about Clyde Stubblefield’s health and how he’s feeling (”…with my fingers and toes,” is what he’ll likely tell you). Quite simply, he’s suffering from kidney failure, is being treated with dialysis three times a week and has begun the process to find a kidney donor for transplantation. All in all, though, he’s doing pretty well. He’s certainly as spunky in attitude as he is funky on the drums.

The Decider, a local music insert printed in The Onion, wrote a nice article covering Clyde, his health and his continued commitment to Funky Mondays at The Frequency. Check it out…

After reading the article, we’ll see you later tonight (it IS Monday!) at The Frequency starting at 9:00 p.m. (music from 9:30 p.m. - 1:00 a.m.)