Piano: Pianists are intellectuals and know-it-alls. They studied theory, harmony and composition in college. Most are riddled with self-doubt. They're usually bald. They should have big hands, but often don't. They were social rejects as adolescents. They go home after the gig and play with toy soldiers. Pianists ave a special love-hate relationship with singers. If you talk to a piano player during a break, he will condescend.
Bass: Bassists are not terribly smart. The best bassists come to terms with their limitations by playing simple lines and rarely soloing. During the better musical moments, a bassist will pull his strings hard and grunt like an animal. Bass players are built big, with paws for hands, and they are always bent over awkwardly, If you talk to the Bassist during a break, you will not be able to tell whether or not he's listening.
Drums: Drummers are radical. Specific personalities vary, but they are always extreme. A drummer might be the funniest person in the world, or the most psychotic, or the smelliest. Drummers are uneasy because of the many jokes about them, most of which stem from the fact that they aren't really musicians. Pianists are particularly successful at making drummers feel bad. Most drummers are highly excitable; when excited, they play louder. If you decide to talk to the drummer during a break, always be careful not to sneak up on him.
Saxophone: Saxophonists think they are the most important players on stage. Consequently, they are very temperamental and territorial. They know all the Coltrane and Bird licks but have their own sound; a mixture of Coltrane and Bird. They take exceptionally long solos, which reach a peak half way through, and then just don't stop. They practice quietly but audibly while other people are trying to play. They are obsessed. Saxophonists sleep with their instruments, forget to shower, and are mangy.. If you talk to a saxophonist during a break, you will hear a lot of excuses about his reeds.
Trumpet: Trumpet players are image-conscious and walk with a swagger. They are often former college linebackers. Trumpet players are very attractive to women, despite the strange indentation on their lips. Many of them sing; misguided critics then compare them to either Louis Armstrong or Chet Baker depending whether they're black or white. Arrive at the sessiom, and you may get to witness the special trumpet game. The rules are: play as loud and as high as possible. The winner is the one who plays loudest and highest. If
you talk to a trumpet player during a break, he might confess that his favorite player is Maynard Ferguson, the merciless God of loud-high trumpeting.
Guitar: Jazz guitarists are never very happy. Deep inside they want to be rock stars, but they're old and overweight. In protest, they wear their hair long and in a pony-tail, prowl for groupies, drink a lot, and play too loud. Guitarists hate piano players because they can hit ten notes at once, but guitarists make up for it by playing as fast as they can. The more a guitarist drinks, the higher he turns his amp. Then the drummer starts to play harder, and the trumpeter dips into his loud/high arsenal. Suddenly, the saxophonist's universe crumbles, because he is no longer the most important player on stage. He packs up his horn, nicks his best reed in haste, and storms out of the room. The pianist struggles to suppress a laugh. If you talk to a guitarist during the break, he'll ask intimate questions about your 14-year-old sister.
Trombone: The trombone is known for its pleading, voic-like quality. "Listen," it seems to say in the male tenor range, "why won't anybody hire me for a gig?" Trombonists like to play fast, because their notes become indistinguishable and thus immune to criticism. Most trombonists played trumpet in their early years, then decided they didn't want to walk around with a strange indentation on their lips. Now they hate trumpet players, who somehow get all the women despite this disfigurement. Trombonists are usually tall and lean, with forlorn faces. They don't eat much. They have to be very friendly, because nobody really needs a trombonist. Talk to a trombonist during s break and he'll ask you for a gig, try to sell you insurance, or offer to mow your lawn.
Vocals: Vocalists are whimsical creations of the all-powerful jazz Gods. They are placed in sessions to test musicians' capacity of suffering. They are not of the jazz world, but enter it surreptitiously. Example A: Young woman is playing minor roles in college musical theater. One day, a misguided campus newspaper critic describes her singing as "..jazzy." Viola! A star is born! Quickly she learns "My Funny Valentine", "Summertime", and "Route 66." Her training complete, she embarks on a campaign of musical terrorism. Musicians flee from the bandstand as she approaches. Those who must remain, feel the full fury of the jazz universe. The vocalist will try to seduce you and the rest of the audience by making eye contact, acknowledging your presence - even talking to you between tunes. Do not fall into this trap. Look away; make your distaste obvious. Otherwise the musicians will avoid you during their breaks. Incidentally, if you talk to a vocalist during a break, she'll introduce you to her "manager".
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The title can be "How music works " too
LOL
Lee, this is f***king phenomenal....
....and almost too true to be funny. (ALMOST.)
This is hilarious. The punchline follows, with the note from The Author, though...let's see: "Authors are like writers, only capable of maintaining a single thought for 140 pages or more. Unless they get a stellar book deal, they are subject to no marketing or other support from their publishers. So they MUST achieve their notoriety and props from being quoted, hopefully accurately but preferably often. They always know what got cut from their works, and say "It would've been better if they'd left in the part about...." Authors of Jazz books are the loneliest people in the world, other than jazz drummers. Try to talk to an author during a break and you'll find that he's ALWAYS on a "break."
and so it goes/thanks so much~TT
From the author
Hi, Folks:
I'm the too-often anonymous author of "How Jazz Works." Somehow my story got out there without my byline, and is often posted on websites that way. No fault of Sklar, but I am trying to re-establish my authorship since the story has been so well-traveled. Periodically I do web searches, and that's how I found your site.
If you would add the following, I'd really appreciate it:
at the beginning... "How Jazz Works," by Bill Anschell (more stories and music at www.billanschell.com)
and at the end... "Copyright 2001, Bill Anschell.
Thanks!
Bill Anschell
I want to hear from Scott P. on this!
Do you sleep with your instrument? I wouldn't exactly call you mangy, I love your long hair!
ps: my 1st. boyfriend, a drummer was/is definitely psychotic!
Hahahaha!
Some uncomfortable truth there… ;)
Hahaha.. thanks for the
Hahaha.. thanks for the laughs Lee!!
uhm.....
I'm trying to find some connections/lines here.
What about a guitarplaying pianist vocalist?! Guess that would be ..... a lost soul???
Hugs from Holland!
I believe in music, I believe in love.
Music is love and love is music,
If you know what I mean!
Jazz...
Leland, you are too funny! I love to read all your posts, but this is the best! I think you should get a syndicated column writing funny reviews of musical performances! See if you can find somebody to pitch that! Your talent needs to be broadcast to a much larger audience!!!
MESogard
TOTO fan since 1978.TOTO fan after IV.TOTO fan from the USA.TOTO fan forever.
TOTO fan and Christian.
TOTO fan looking forward to meeting Jeff in Heaven!
Oh no, I've become a jazz
Oh no, I've become a jazz guitarist... without a ponytail.
Hahaha!! This is SO
Hahaha!!
This is SO true!!!
Thank you for this one Sklar!
/Jogi.
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