Jeans. 4 Dec 2012.

I had a couple of great conversations with Tony Patella of Tellson Jeans in SF about Joe Strummer. I traded my story about going to see the Clash in Dallas in 1980. Joe Ely opened for them and the music couldn’t have been more disparate if they tried. The crowd was already in a bad mood and wanted Ely, in no uncertain terms, to kindly leave the stage. Bring on the Clash! Well, Ely finishes up and leaves… And no Clash. For very near an hour — no Clash. The mood of the mob, needless to say, was getting very edgy. Edgy is a civil way of describing it. About a second before a full scale riot was about to break out — they jumped on stage and played their asses off. I told Tony — all I could remember was seeing all of the spit flying out of Strummers mouth as he sang…

Here’s his story:
…on October 23, 1982, the annual Day on the Green concert was taking place at the Oakland Coliseum — this time it was T-Bone Burnett, The Clash and The Who. I was a junior in high school and a friend and I went to San Francisco the night before the show to stay at his sister’s apartment. The next morning she bought us a bottle of vodka and a gallon of OJ — we emptied half of the OJ, filled the container with vodka and headed to Oakland via the subway. Long story short, we got hammered and passed out – when I woke up I heard I Fought the Law by The Clash… I was stoked and then they walked off the stage! A guy standing next to me told me it was their last encore song. I missed the entire show!

Fast forward to last Fall — I’m communicating with a Tellason customer in Pennsylvania and tell him the story. He says to keep an eye on the mailbox… a few days later a bootleg disc of the show I missed arrived in the post. And on October 23, 2010, I finally got to hear the show I passed out through! Exactly 28 years to the day later…

I’m listening to it right now…

All of this Strummer stuff had me revisiting ‘Let’s Rock Again’ and “the Future is Unwritten’; both bittersweet films about a guy that stood for something. The YouTube link above was sent by Tony. And take a look at Tellson Jeans. No racing stripes. No fluegelhorns. No bullshit. The real thing. EV

31 Dec 2011.

at the core is a message that “It is not a constant race for what is next, rather, an appreciation for what has come before.” that and a healthy dose of faith, humility, integrity, love for others, and moderation in all things could be the recipe for a happy life.

try NOT to make life primarily about the acquisition of fine material things that define you, rather, defining yourself now by the life you live and the love you give.

Motian. 20 Dec 2011.

Paul Motian, influential jazz drummer, dies at 80


Paul Motian, whose subdued, shape-shifting drumming with pianist Bill Evans and other musicians influenced generations of jazz drummers, died Nov. 22 at a hospital in New York. He was 80. Tina Pelikan, a spokeswoman for Mr. Motian’s record label, ECM, said he had complications from myelodysplastic syndrome, a bone-marrow disorder. In a career of almost 60 years — he performed less than two months ago — Mr. Motian (pronounced “motion”) worked with many renowned jazz musicians, including Coleman Hawkins, Roy Eldridge, Thelonious Monk, Lennie Tristano and Keith Jarrett. His most memorable musical partnership came with Evans, a pianist with a poetic touch. They first recorded together on Evans’s 1956 album “New Jazz Conceptions,” then formed a trio in 1959 with bassist Scott LaFaro. Together for less than two years, the trio became one of the most important groups in jazz history. In addition to two studio recordings, the trio released two live albums, “Sunday at the Village Vanguard” and “Waltz for Debby” — both recorded on June 25, 1961 — that have become enduring classics. “Bill Evans has no casual fans,” journalist Adam Gopnik wrote in the New Yorker 40 years later. “After that afternoon, his name became synonymous with a heartbreak quality that is not like anything else in music.” Many of the tunes recorded at the Vanguard were familiar standards, but the organic, flowing approach was something utterly fresh. In the trio’s collective musical approach, the bass and drums took on almost equal importance with the piano. “We were the best and we knew it,” Mr. Motian told the San Francisco Chronicle in 1990. “We knew we had something different and original that no one had done before. It was a different way of playing in the context of a trio. It wasn’t piano, bass and drums, it was music made by three people.” Evans had a way of revealing new colors in musical chords, like a jeweler examining facets of a gem, while LaFaro made the bass as melodic as a guitar. Behind them, Mr. Motian tapped his drums and cymbals with a fluid grace, often introducing moments of silence into the rhythm, as he expanded the role of drumming beyond timekeeping to a new level of creativity. “Lots of drummers are about power and energy,” critic Will Friedwald wrote in the New York Sun in 2006. “Mr. Motian is about supporting a soloist … with exquisite coloration and holding and ensemble together.” The Village Vanguard sessions would be the last time the trio of Evans, LaFaro and Mr. Motian would perform together. Less than two weeks later, on July 6, 1961, the 25-year-old LaFaro was killed when his car skidded off a road in upstate New York and smashed into a tree. “It’s like you take a puzzle with maybe a thousand pieces,” Mr. Motian said in 1990, recalling the magic of the Evans trio, “and maybe you find only three that really fit together. That’s a rarity, man.” Stephen Paul Motian was born March 25, 1931, in Philadelphia and grew up in Providence, R.I. His Armenian parents were born in Turkey and came to the United States by way of Cuba. Mr. Motian, who played guitar before turning to the drums at age 12, later said the Arabic and Turkish melodies he heard at home helped shape his musical ideas. After serving in the Navy in the early 1950s, he played with an all-star roster of musicians on the New York jazz scene before teaming with Evans and LaFaro. He continued to work with Evans for two years after LaFaro’s death but left after the pianist’s growing addiction to heroin began to affect his music. Evans died in 1980. Mr. Motian worked with pianist Jarrett for about 10 years and, during a brief sojourn with folk singer Arlo Guthrie, appeared at the Woodstock festival in 1969. After buying one of Jarrett’s pianos, Mr. Motian began to compose music and released many albums under his own name. He worked in a variety of settings, including an innovative trio with saxophonist Joe Lovano and guitarist Bill Frisell. He had a second trio in recent years, with pianist Jason Moran and saxophonist Chris Potter, and was widely admired by younger musicians. In 2004, after decades of international touring, Mr. Motian decided he’d traveled enough and refused to accept any jobs outside New York. “I don’t even go to New Jersey of Brooklyn anymore, man,” he told the New York Times in 2006. Information on survivors could not be confirmed. In an e-mail, Jarrett recalled working at New York’s Village Vanguard jazz club when Mr. Motian accidentally fell off the bandstand. “I heard a crash, looked up, and Paul wasn’t there at his drums,” Jarrett wrote, “but coming from behind his drums was his arm, reaching for the cymbals so he wouldn’t miss a beat.”

I am deeply saddened to have heard today that Paul Motian had passed. I was usually in NYC when he and Bill McHenry played Village Vanguard. I remember the first time I heard them play — they were incredible. And were incredible every time that I’d had the extreme pleasure to see them. I also remember telling myself — never — sit too close to Paul Motian’s cymbals. He was in this late seventies — but when he hit the cymbal and you were in that front row at the Vanguard — I can just remember that it was with such a force and the sound that was transmitted — I wasn’t ready for it… LOUD. He will be missed.

photo: Ed Vaughan, Village Vanguard, November 2010