THE JAZZ LIFE      #57

Paying to Play

This is by noted trumpeter Marvin Stamm. It is an important and sobering article we should all pay attention to, reflecting on the state of the jazz club scene today.

New York Jazz Clubs
by Marvin Stamm

When on tour, I am often asked about the Jazz scene in New York City and the clubs that feature this music. Most of my work these past 15 years is out of town "on the road," but when at home I most often do concerts with my quartet, in duo with Bill Mays, or with the Westchester Jazz Orchestra. So though I perform quite a bit in the New York area, I don’t play often in New York City. To a great extent, most of what I know about what’s going on in the clubs today comes from what I hear from many of the musicians I talk with, and much of this really disturbs me.

A few places, mostly the smaller clubs, put a lot of effort into presenting and preserving this music. They do a wonderful job, and for this they are to be extolled. Among these are the aforementioned Kitano, Smoke, The 55 Bar, and a few other small clubs. The larger clubs seem to present whatever bigger-name Jazz artists bring in the most money, and groups that don’t produce right away are not asked back.

Whatever can be said about the business, most club owners aren’t necessarily people who are in it because they love the music, as did Max Gordon, the gentleman who opened and ran the Village Vanguard for many years. Max, who passed away a number of years ago, dearly loved the music and the musicians. He was at the club every night - a true fixture on the New York Jazz scene. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore!

The business today isn’t about the music, but rather about how to make money from it. Being the entertainment center that New York is, tourists from around the world come here to enjoy the Arts. All kinds of music compete for their dollars, and the Jazz clubs want their share of the spoils. I don’t take issue with this fact - we all have to survive - but I do take issue with some of the practices they employ to satisfy their wants at the expense of the musicians. As most musicians will tell you - "the biz just sucks!"

The one thing that bothers me as much as anything is that many clubs no longer allow a group - one that might not be very well known in New York - the time or the opportunity to develop an audience in their venues. The "old way" of doing things was for club owners to work with artists and groups to develop a following in their clubs. Over a period of time this business practice paid off quite well. It might have taken an artist or group a few times around in a club to gather a large audience, but as the people came to know and enjoy those musicians, they looked forward to returning again and again to hear them. This practice gave a group or artist longevity in a particular club and provided audiences with a lasting opportunity to become familiar with the music these groups were presenting.

While working this way took an investment of time, money - and faith - it many times resulted in a significant payoff for the clubs’ owners. It also gave the artists a bit of a "home base" in New York where they could get high-profile exposure and excellent PR. It was a "win/win" situation for all concerned even though, in a number of instances, it was a gamble for the club owner. But that IS what business is all about, isn’t it?

Today you find a radically different picture. Many club owners refuse to take any chances with musicians and their groups, and are rarely willing to expend an effort to develop any kind of working relationship with them. The artist is expected to assume total responsibility; rarely do you find a club willing to share any of the risk. This is a very sad situation, particularly for some of the newer groups or lesser-known artists, because it places many clubs more or less off limits except for an off night or those times when or if the musician shows a willingness to "pay to play," a practice with which I strongly disagree. The "pay to play" syndrome is something I don’t remember occurring when I came to New York in 1966. It now seems to have been going on for a good while and exemplifies what I have been writing about.

If an artist or group is new or unknown, some clubs - even the larger clubs - will ask that the artist or group’s record company guarantee that the club will break even. If there is no record company to back the artist, then he will probably have to guarantee this himself. An example of this is something I was told recently by someone close to me about a young saxophonist approaching the booker or owner of a club about bringing his quintet into the club on an off night. The club agreed to pay the quintet five hundred dollars, but the musician had to guarantee the club attendance by thirty people for their performance - at twenty-five dollars a head, or a total of seven hundred and fifty dollars. If the artist didn’t draw those initial thirty people, the difference had to come out of his pocket. So, in essence, the leader of the quintet had to "pay to play." Sad! Disgusting!

Certain clubs will have the artists "play for the door," meaning that the club makes no real investment. The groups play for the admission alone; the club keeps all proceeds from sales of food and alcohol. But then, some owners even want a percentage of the door in addition to the food and drink receipts. In the end, the investment in the evening is all at the expense of the musicians.

Now here’s a fair proposal: I will work for the door and give a percentage of that money to the club owner IF the club owner will share that same percentage of the money brought in by food and drink. Now THAT would be a good deal! This way, both management and the musicians win.

But as I have already said, I don’t frequent many of the clubs. Since I am on the road a great deal, I tend to spend my spare time around home. That is, I don’t go clubbing as I did when I lived in Manhattan. The club business, like the Jazz recording business, has become all about the money, just like most other things in our country. I find this situation particularly troubling because, to some extent, this is supposed to be about the music.

For the musicians, the whole point of performing IS the music. In the earlier times of the Village Vanguard and the Half Note, this is what it was all about. I knew Max Gordon from my six-and-a-half years playing at the Village Vanguard with the Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra. I also knew the Cantareno family that owned the old Half Note down at Spring Street and Hudson Avenue, from playing there with the Duke Pearson Big Band and sitting in with Al Cohn and Zoot Sims, and others. These club owners loved the music; it was as much part of their lives as it was the musicians’ lives. That is what "Art" is all about! Those were wonderful times - a great deal of camaraderie and a real feeling of community. I loved it and loved being part of it.

This joy of sharing the musical experience doesn’t seem to exist today. Or if it does, it is the exception rather than the norm. With rare exception, the New York situation is really not much different than in any other United States city. The shame of it all is that most of the people who own or manage these places come from a different place and time in the music business than Max Gordon and the Cantarenos. Nevertheless, and sadly, one must understand that today is today. Yesterday is gone. As they say, it’s a different world - and because of this, the club scene, today, rarely holds any attraction for me.






[EDITOR'S NOTE: (February 6, 2007)  Ironically, last week, I called the booking agent for JAZZIZ   at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino complex in Hollywood, Florida.

He told me that, when the club opened, in 2005, they booked jazz at the club, but now, they don't because "jazz doesn't sell. So, they prefer more exciting music and bands." 

I said they should change the name of the club, then. He said, it's the magazine that owns the club and they intend to keep their name. Oh, well, so much for honoring the name of "Jazz"! -- JC]

February 8, 2007

Before reading Phil Wood's letter, you should know:

  1. The letter is over 3 years old.
  2. Bud Shank is 80
  3. The younger person they hired is John Clayton, not someone like Nora Jones
  4. John has been there for 3 years but Bud was already gone before John accepted the  job and he and Bud have corresponded over the situation and are cool about it.

Hello Jazz lovers, wherever you are!
by Phil Woods

I presume you know that Bud Shank was fired from his post as founder and guiding light of the Bud Shank Workshop in Port Townsend, WA. He has been the 'man' there for 25 plus years, assembling one of the best teaching ensembles ever! But now they want a younger man with young ideas!

Outsourcing the wrong guy folks! It only takes forever to learn this music thing and even longer to come to terms with this jazz thing. And they want a younger guy. Any damn fool can play when they are 20 or 30 or 40, 50, 60. But try cutting the mustard when you are in your late 70's! Now anyone that can do that has acquired knowledge that no younger person can ever hope to learn.

The jazz existence or any existence is not about getting somewhere. It is all about the voyage. No one can ever master life, only experience it and contribute something to making the world a better place to be an artist.

But, if you want to be a jazz musician, the requirements are more stringent. An awareness of world culture is a good place to start!

  • Learn something about food and wine
  • Learn a language
  • Read a book
  • Paint a painting
  • See an O'Neill play
  • Stare at a sunset
  • Write a rondo
  • For heaven's sake - be somebody!

And, no matter how long you do it, you will barely touch the surface of this passion called life, the jazz life!

You have to be a warrior. Bud Shank is a warrior, a tough one who has survived! What he has to teach is incalculable to measure. And they want a younger guy.

How about Norah Jones to teach jazz singing? Yeah! Right!

Bud and I have been doing many gigs together, Toronto festival, North Sea and others. We broached Concord Records to try and secure a one-shot record deal for Yoshi's in November. They said that instrumental music doesn't sell anymore! Imagine! A company founded on instrumental music, great music, decides that it doesn't sell anymore.

I am mad as hell and will continue to rant and rave about these things until my last breath. Culture in America is going to hell in a hand basket. (I love that saw - don't know what it means but love it still.) Keep the song alive. Until next time, stay well. And thank you for being a part of my thing!

Phil Woods


QUESTIONS:

  • Does anyone have any idea how many musicians are in the World?
  • Does anyone know how many record companies are in the World?
  • Does anyone know how many of the musicians in the World are signed with the record companies in the World?
  • Does anyone know how many musicians are produced independently?
  • Does anyone know why?
  • Does anyone know how much Michael Jackson gets per record sale?
  • Does anyone know why Prince changed his name?

 

Jazz musicians are always having to defend themselves. Oh well, at least we don't have to have insurance for negligence like doctors do! Always an upside to everything!  

Love, Joan Cartwright

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October 15, 2006

Music: Work or Play?
by Joan Cartwright

How many people realize that musicians begin their careers at four or five years old and continue until they die. Does the term "play" effect people's thinking about what musicians really do. Do they play music, meaning that they are not working?

In my 30-year career as a vocalist and songwriter, I've run into stone walls getting to the next level. I started singing at a theater in Jamaica, New York, at the age of four. By eight, I was a headliner of the annual Bernice Johnson Dance Recital. Mother doted on my Shirley Temple curls and my outfits of shiny tinsel and crinoline-lined, lacy dresses, not to mention the ballet, tap and interpretive costumes my parents paid for.

I studied piano with a woman whose name I've forgotten, but her stern face never encouraged me to learn. I was 27, when I found a man whose demeanor served as a catalyst for my growth as a vocalist, pianist and composer. My harp teacher, with whom I studied for two years, listened to my life stories as she showed me the difficulties of changing pedals and string fingering.

In the seventies, my formal education involved music, but I dueled my B.A. with Communications, a new department, separate from English. Television production fell under this banner, with radio, journalism, marketing and advertising. Marshall McLuhan's thesis, "The Medium is the Message", lead me to engage everything I did in getting out the message that I am a musician and I have something to say.

For the first 10 years of my career, I was getting paid to do what I love. But I was told that singing at benefits was good "for exposure". My singer friend and I decided that we'd get more exposure standing on a corner, taking our tops off than at all the benefits. Finally, I told people, "I can do it, but I can't ask my musicians to work for free." After all, I worked (or is that played) with grown men and women who had children to feed and bills to pay. Every doctor and lawyer has pro bono files in the cabinet, adding up to less than 10% of the case load. But, a musician, who plays for a living, is invited to perform at benefits at the ratio of 3 benefits to 1 gig. This had to stop and I was the only one who could stop it.

I traveled overseas, in 1990, to sing in Switzerland, where I was treated with dignity. Europeans don't see musicians as people who "play". Music is "work". So, I was paid well and given lots of respect. When I returned to the States, people treated me better than before I took the step across the big pond. I determined that musicians must leave the comfort of their homeland in order to be appreciated at home.

Now, 16 years later, I have completed a five-month tour of Asia, and people in Atlanta, who never thought of me as a professional before, seem to take me more seriously. In China, I worked at two clubs, where I didn't make as much money as in 1990. Musicians' pay always reduces, while the cost of living rises. That's ridiculous. People think musicians don't pay bills. After all, they spend their lives "playing" instead of "working" like other people.

Truth is, Music does the job that doctors and lawyers can't do. In one hour, musicians heal hundreds, if not thousands of people. The right song keeps a couple from divorcing or pushes them to see that they're not right for each other, saving thousands of dollars on legal deliberation. Music permeates the planet, bringing joy to all who hear it. People enjoy a concert more than they do the hospital or a law office. Yet, they pay doctors and lawyers extortionate fees and squint, when they get a high quote for a band of four or five adults to perform at a wedding or office party, where they will be enjoying themselves because of the music!

I'm befuddled at what people will pay for and what they want to get for free. Learning music is not free. You pay for lessons. You pay with your time to practice. You continue to learn more music. You must stay in front of the pack in order to be seen, heard and appreciated. Producing music is not free. Studio time is costly. Paying musicians to perform your music is expensive, even if they are your friends. Mixing and mastering is no joke. Duplicating CDs, producing videos and marketing it all runs into the thousands. But getting paid for a gig can be the hardest part of a musician's job.

Finally, unlike most professionals, there is little in the way of retirement or insurance funding for musicians, unless you belong to the union, which few musicians either can or will afford. They give joy to others throughout their lives and, unless they have a hit song or record, have little to fall back on in old age and just die destitute.

It's uncanny. What brings people the most pleasure, rarely ever sustains those who create it. But the beat goes on and, somehow, musicians find venues where they can "keep the music playing."

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It takes a hell of a lot of effort and time to be a professional jazz musician. Practice and more practice. Writing new material. Wasting endless time in airport security lines and overbooked flights. Doing interviews. And, playing as much as we can. It is called earning a living. We have neither the time nor the resources to produce our own events. We need help from people in a position to help. Yes, we hear it every day: the world is changing, and not for the better. But are we the only ones left who care?  -- Bud Shank