Saturday, August 6, 2016

DISSIDENT ARTS FESTIVAL 2016






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John Pietaro (646) 599-0060            leftmus@earthlink.net       www.DissidentArts.com

New York, NY: Dissident Arts Festival Speaks Out Against Trump Over 3 Nights of Music, Spoken Word, Film

The Dissident Arts Festival, the 11th annual showcase of “revolutionary creativity”, will occur on three stages in as many nights this August, featuring music, spoken word and performance art, and closing with the screening of a silent film complete with a live score performed by some of NYC’s current new music coterie. This year’s Festival occurs at sites in both downtown and uptown Manhattan as well as Williamsburg Brooklyn. This 2016 Dissident Arts Festival is dedicated to the people’s unity in the face of a divisive Right-wing. Performers will use this opportunity to make definitive statements in opposition to the hateful rhetoric of DONALD TRUMP.

A highlight of the Festival will be the celebrated poet and activist AMINA BARAKA who will be accompanied by John Pietaro’s spoken word/free jazz quartet THE LITERARY WARRIORS. The poetry of Ms. Baraka, the widow of noted poet/journalist Amiri Baraka, has been woefully under-acknowledged in the face of her husband’s storied career, thus her performance on August 13 is viewed as an event of high relevance. She will be reading current poetry as well as that which dates back some 50 years in preparation for an upcoming recording session. The Literary Warriors perform an opening set. Other features include THE NEW YORK FREE QUARTET performance of Steve Cohn’s epic piece “Abstract Meets the Fundamental” which fuses religious music of several cultures into an avant jazz foray. Plus: the visiting Chilean improvisational guitarist LUIS TOTO ALVAREZ and his CHANGO project;  saxophonist RAS MOSHE’s “Black Lives Matter Suite”, the powerfully militant jazz/poetry of UPSURGE! NYC and a set by downtown stalwart TRUDY SILVER and her multi-disciplinary “Where’s the Outrage?” project, as well as a performance by singer-guitarist BERNARDO PALOMBO and his neuva neuva cancion ensemble.  THE DISSIDENT ARTS ORCHESTRA closes this year’s Festival with a live score to the 1928 silent film classic by King Vidor “The Crowd” which will be projected on three big screens.

For more information visit www.DissidentArts.com

FESTIVAL SCHEDULE:
Friday August 12, 8-11pm
5C Cultural Center   68 Ave C (at 5th Street) New York NY 10009 (212) 477-5993   www.5cculturalcenter.org

8:00pm Trudy Silver’s Where’s the Outrage?-Trudy Silver-piano, word; Newman Baker- percussion, voice; Sanae Buck- Bhutto mime; others TBA

9:00pm Ras Moshe’s Music Now! Unit presents “The Black Lives Matters Suite”-Ras Moshe Burnett-tenor and soprano saxophones, flute; Lee Odom-soprano saxophone, clarinets; Matt Lavelle- trumpet, bass clarinet; Gwen Laster-viola; Emma Alabaster-bass; John Pietaro-percussion.

10:00pm Luis Toto Alvarez/Chango project-Luis Toto Alvarez- electric guitars; others TBA

10:45pm finale: “Song of the United Front” by Bertolt Brecht & Hanns Eisler -performed by all musicians in the house

Saturday August 13, 7-11pm
El Taller Latino Americano  @Artspace PS109   215 East 99 Street, New York NY  (212) 665-9460  www.tallerlatino.org

7:00pm The Literary Warriors with special guest AMINA BARAKA – Amina Baraka- poetry, vocals; John Pietaro- spoken word, hand drums, percussion; Ras Moshe Burnett- saxophones, flute; Rocco John Iacovone- saxophones; Laurie Towers- electric bass

8:00pm Bernardo Palombo Ensemble - Bernardo Palombo- vocals, guitar; others TBA

9:00pm  UpSurge! NYC –Raymond Nat Turner-poetry; Zigi Lowenberg-poetry; Ken Filiano-upright bass; Lou Grassi-drumset; Lee Odom-reeds

10:00pm The New York Free Quartet presents Steve Cohn’s “Abstract Meets the Fundamental” –Steve Cohn-piano, shakuhachi, trombone, percussion; Michael Moss-saxophones, bass clarinet, flute; Larry Roland-upright bass; Chuck Fertal-drumset

11:00 finale: “Song of the United Front” by Bertolt Brecht & Hanns Eisler  -performed by all musicians in the house

Saturday August 27, 8-11PM
17 Frost Theatre of the Arts  17 Frost Street, Brooklyn NY 11211  (646) 389-2017   www.17frost.com

8:00 The Dissident Arts Orchestra performs a live score to King Vidor’s 1928 silent film classic, “The Crowd”,  plus silent shorts              
Cheryl Pyle- flutes; Ras Moshe Burnett- tenor and soprano saxophones, flute; Matt Lavelle- bass clarinet; Javier Miyares-Hernandez- electric guitar Chris Forbes- keyboards; Laurie Towers- electric bass; John Pietaro- conduction, drumset, percussion.                                         

FESTIVAL HISTORY:
Since its inception in 2006, the Dissident Arts Festival has been a powerful vehicle to bridge radical arts to progressive socio-political activism. Increasingly, the Festival has gained media attention over the course of its decade-long history as evidenced by press in TimeOut NY, the Indypendent, the Villager, Downtown Express, Peoples World, Chronogram and others. In 2013, noted jazz journalist Howard Mandel offered kudos in his remarks on social media. Over the years the Dissident Arts Festival has been endorsed by the Rosenberg Fund for Children, the Len Ragozin Foundation, Local 802's Justice for Jazz Artists campaign, Occupy Musicians, the Howland Cultural Center and DooBeeDooBeeDoo music blog.

Originally based in the Hudson Valley city of Beacon NY and moving to New York City in 2010, the Festival’s performers and speakers over the years included actor/raconteur Malachy McCourt, late great trumpet player Roy Campbell, folk legend Pete Seeger, filmmaker Kevin Keating, spoken word artists Steve Dalachinsky and the late Louis Reyes Rivera, the late reeds player/composer Will Connell, political satirist/activist Randy Credico , multi-instrumentalist Daniel Carter, hip hop ensemble ReadNex Poetry Squad, labor leader Henry Foner, punk-folk artist Lach and many more. Films screened included ‘Giuliani Time’, ‘Cultures of Resistance’, ‘Salt of the Earth’, ‘Battleship Potemkin’ and ‘Metropolis’. Other special features were tributes to Paul Robeson, Bertolt Brecht, Woody Guthrie, and Phil Ochs. The Dissident Arts Festival has also offered a voice to progressive political candidates, the Occupy movement and radical labor organizations.
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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Frank Gant: Essence Beyond the Illness, 'NYC Jazz Record' feature, Aug 2016




NYC Jazz Record, August 2016
FRANK GANT: Essence Beyond the Illness

By John Pietaro

When celebrated drummer Frank Gant first moved into his Lower East Side apartment, the community had been battered by decades of neglect. These days, in the midst of arduous gentrification, the area stands among the most sought-after in a city notorious for displacing its poor. And for an octogenarian stricken with Huntington’s disease and embattled by his landlord, downtown has become a bitterly cold place.

Gant was raised in Detroit, first exposed to the drums in a school band where he quickly came to the attention of peers Barry Harris and Hugh Lawson. “The band director told me I will never be able to play professionally”, he said, with a restrained laugh. “But I practiced. I was serious. Played in my basement every day and I took lessons.”

The drummer’s words were labored, but intent on being heard. His voice, broken with coarse spastic utterances, channeled lasting memories. “Barry, Hugh and I played together, but my first record date wasn’t until 1954 with the Billy Mitchell Band. It was a 7-piece”, he stated. As he searched his memory, Gant’s eyes became riveted, indicating an excitement stifled, perhaps manacled, by illness. “Right after that, I recorded with Sonny Stitt”. This was the event that put him into the category of top-flight sidemen. Among the gigs that came along in the immediate period were several revered nights accompanying Billie Holiday.

Frank served as house drummer at Club 12, a Detroit space which hosted giants including Thelonious Monk. He quickly moved beyond local status and began touring with a wide array of musicians. During one of these road trips he crossed paths with Charlie Parker. “Bird was the man. That’s all there’s to say”, Gant affirmed. “I asked him which drummer he liked best, Max Roach or Roy Haynes”, he reminisced, citing Parker’s groundbreaking percussionists. “Bird said it was Max”. Gant, too, viewed Roach as the master, the architect of modern jazz drumming, while also honoring Haynes. “Be-Bop. That’s what I played. I don’t care who I played with, but I played Be-Bop”, he added tersely.

Other decisive factors in Gant’s career included several gigs with Miles Davis. “I met Miles in Detroit and played in his band with Red Garland and Reggie Workman”. He also performed with Lester Young and came to drive many ensembles at home or on tour. Recording dates with Harris were followed by those with Donald Byrd, JJ Johnson and Yusuf Lateef, leading names of the day as post-Bop cast new genres to a hungry listening public.

“And then in 1960 I came to New York to play a gig at the Apollo--and stayed. Every club had music then. Uptown, downtown, everywhere.” Gant rarely refused work as he was raising a young family. The drummer picked up a regular spot in Harlem with organist Bobby Foster but also performed in this period with Ernestine Anderson, George Coleman and Monty Alexander, gigging quite regularly at the Village Vanguard, the Village Gate and countless other spots. Concurrently, Gant joined Ahmad Jamal’s band, the leader he was most closely associated with over the years.  Publicity photos of the day feature the dashing drummer behind a set of glimmering Sonors, indicating the level of esteem he carried. As a member of the Jamal band during a seminal period, he recorded albums such as “Heat Wave” (1966), “Cry Young” (1967), among many others. The band was also captured in concert to great effect on several other releases.

In the 1970s, ‘80s and ‘90s—and into the early 2000s, Gant’s touring and recording schedule rarely if ever let up. In addition to the full-time gig with Jamal, he played in bands led by Al Haig, and was called back into service for major label record dates with Garland, Stitt, Anderson, Lateef and Johnson. This steady pulse that bridged decades, however, only wavered his course when his own hands came to betray him.

HUNTINGTON’S DISEASE WAS ONCE KNOWN AS HUNTINGTON’S CHOREA due to the dysrhythmia which causes arms to flail, legs to wander. This is the terrible irony for Gant. As he emoted during the NYC Jazz Record interview, he demonstrated the illness’s manifestations, reaching repeatedly into the space in front, perhaps ongoing perseveration, perhaps a means to ground himself. Beyond his chair was a small drumkit, spare pieces, really. A mini bass drum, snare drum, mismatched tom-tom, conga, and tabla stood beckoning. Gant ambled awkwardly over, his body threatening to misdirect each step. But once seated behind his instrument, spastic movements became swinging drumstick dances over cymbals and skins. His eyes remained riveted, unmoved, but a certain burning essence fought to surface from deep within.

Cards, letters or donations for Frank Gant can be sent to him care of the Jazz Foundation


Steve Swallow: The Vision Forward, cover story, 'NYC Jazz Record' Aug 2016


“NYC Jazz Record”, August 2016

STEVE SWALLOW : The Vision Forward
By John Pietaro

Iconic bassist Steve Swallow has lived out his career thus far by rarely reflecting back. His path has been one of storied turns continually leading to the next stage. “I try not to pause and look backward”, he said. “Every now and then my thoughts wander to the past, but I’m focused ahead.” In his pursuit to the front line, however, Swallow made detailed investigations into the music’s heritage, if only to ratify a foray into newer ground. His place on the cusp of fusion and development of the electric bass within jazz have each left an indelible mark on the past half-century, and then some.
Born in 1940 and raised in New Jersey suburbia, Swallow’s teen years were faced with “an immense pressure to conform” socially and within familial expectations: “These were the Eisenhower years”, he explained. “Institutions like home, camp, school and church were concerned with producing a human product of a very certain kind”. Within music he found a degree of escape from the ‘home, God and country’ ethic, but his immersion into the sounds didn’t really germinate until commencing studies at Yale in 1959.

The bassist cut his musical baby teeth lugging an upright around Boston, entrenched in the traditional jazz scene then experiencing a wave of popularity among the cognoscenti. He found himself in some heavy company, primarily legendary clarinetist Pee Wee Russell.  “Pee Wee was a unique voice but remarkably adaptive---this is something I’ve always aspired to.  What came out of his horn was always unexpected but very firmly grounded in solid theory and the jazz idiom”. Russell’s repertoire, by the earliest ‘60s, expanded into the modern, braving adverse responses from traditional jazz aficionados. He appeared at Newport with Thelonious Monk and experimented with a pianoless quartet. That sense of adventure in one so rooted in tradition stayed with the young bassist. Swallow also worked with the woefully under-recognized drummer George Wettling. “George caught me at a point in my evolution and taught me things only drummers can know. He was a magnificent musician and an excellent painter who studied in that discipline with Stuart Davis”, he attested.

As enamored as Swallow was with some of the stars of the early style, he is wont to focus on the music’s primary attribute. “Too often we look at the famous soloists but early jazz is really an ensemble music. I immediately heard echoes of this in the so-called free jazz idiom, so later it wasn’t strange for me to abandon the expected role of the bassist and enter an ensemble approach. As you get older you’re privileged to have an overview of the cycles. There have been innovators who’ve carried the music into distinct paths, but on the other hand nothing has changed. Louis Armstrong is as relevant today as he was in the 1920s. This is the way of art”.

As a living testament to this thesis, Swallow’s involvement in new realms began in tandem to his Dixieland gigs. In 1960 he played a concert with the forward-looking pianist-composer Paul Bley that was produced by the like-minded Ran Blake. And then nothing was the same.

“Music must connect to its time and place”

 “I left school and presented myself at Paul and Carla Bley’s doorstep in Manhattan, you know: ‘Your bass player is here’. Paul saw possibilities in my playing that must’ve been quite subtle at the time. I was a novice bassist and had no business going to New York then. Luckily Paul took me seriously and spent day after day playing with me”.

While on the cutting-edge, Swallow initially earned a living playing Dixieland in Greenwich Village.
His arrival in NYC occurred in a time when Village bohemianism could still be a reality. Engrossed in rehearsals with Paul Bley, he spent nights gigging in the traditional jazz venues and also playing avant works with Jimmy Giuffree and George Russell. These conceptual composer-improvisers forced Swallow to rethink the role of the bass. “I was 20 years old and working hard, but what an amazing time. I had a loft on 6th Avenue near 24th Street for $40 a month”, the bassist remembered. “Every coffee house had live music and they paid each musician $5 and all of the coffee you can drink. I was finally free of the white middle class life I’d lived till that point”. In this fledgling period, the bassist also listened to modern composers and contemporary popular music as well: “I was introduced to Erik Satie’s music by Carla; he was in the air, a presence in much of what we were doing. Carla was seldom performing then but writing music every day, all day. I’d never seen a composer up close before and she had a very strong influence on me. She also introduced me to the Supremes. This was also a great shock, a revelation”.

True to his stand against nostalgia for its own sake, Swallow laces his memories with metaphor. In speaking of personal growth, he drew conclusions about wider shifts in society. “Change is a process that involves destruction but also regeneration and rebirth. This impulse repeats itself in each generation of artists. Those coffee houses were supporting jazz musicians but in a very few years rock-n-roll and folk music descended upon that street and wiped out the jazz gigs”.

In the jazz universe the matter of radical change played itself out in a small club on the Lower East Side, where a certain artist’s residency had the industry in a tumult. “I practically lived at the 5-Spot when Ornette Coleman was there. His sound was very warm and inviting, though more than other musicians Ornette was testing boundaries. The infusion of folk sources were perceived as an assault, a challenge to everything known and played, but in retrospect his was a gentle music”.

Discussion of Ornette inevitably led to Swallow’s memories of the other principal mover of the era, John Coltrane. “At the 5-Spot one night Ornette and Coltrane sat at a table together. There was an aura of common purpose that belied the controversy going on around them. I’ll never forget it: a unified glow radiating from the table. They were deep in discussion for a long time which the entire room was aware of but dared not disturb”. Coleman’s and Coltrane’s reimagining of the milieu had a dramatic effect on the young bassist, as did the advances of Eric Dolphy, whom he played with in George Russell’s aggregation.

In the mid-60s, after touring with Art Farmer, Swallow got the call to join Stan Getz’ band, then at the height of its popularity.  “The sound of Stan’s horn made me focus on how important the primacy of sound is. Hearing his sound in a room, as opposed to on records, was earth shattering”. The gig also paired him with the iconic drummer Roy Haynes for the first time as well as vibraphonist Gary Burton.

In 1968, Swallow departed Getz’ band to join Burton’s newly-formed combo, which included Haynes and firebrand guitarist Larry Coryell. The band reached forward in scope and became a feature in jazz festivals as well as major rock hubs where they opened for the likes of Cream and the Electric Flag. “I found it fascinating that jazz could move in circles so vastly different. I had been playing clubs were people wore suits”, but this Quartet wore pop culture’s fringe jackets and long hair, and offered arrangements of hits like Bob Dylan’s “I Want You”. The latter featured Swallow’s bass on melody. Steve Swallow remains a close member of the vibist’s circle.

In 1970, in what became a life-altering moment, Steve stumbled upon the electric bass guitar.  Though he initially carried both instruments to gigs, his focus landed solely on the electric. “The decision was purely based on the physical essence of the instrument. I picked it up and fell in love with it: the length of the finger board, the feel of it, the presence of the frets. I didn’t want to sound like James Jamerson or Duck Dunn, I still wanted to be Percy Heath but I just wasn’t able to put the electric down. I thought ‘Oh shit!’, and was faced with having to explain using this instrument to others when it had been seen as anathema to the jazz community”. Truly secured in his ax, Swallow began touring and recording with a wide array of artists in the decades to follow including Pat Methaney, Paul Motian, Joe Lovano and Michael Mantler, and also began leading ensembles of his own. And while teaching at the Berklee College of Music he began a lasting relationship with John Scofield which bore fruit in the ‘80s and continues on. The pair recently recorded an album of C&W music, Country for Old Men.

Likewise, Swallow can trace back his annual August performance with Steve Kuhn and Joey Barron. “Our reunion is really just old friends shooting the breeze”, he remarked. And this month he’ll also be performing with a new quartet, Monk Revisited. The band, playing reconstructions of Thelonious Monk works, is an experiment for all involved. “I’m curious to see how it turns out”, he said, smiling. And while Swallow claims to struggle through each piece he composes (“I’m glacial”), his writing too has grown with the years. He is now plotting a new quintet album for ECM.

Surely the most visceral of Swallow’s collaborations is that with Carla Bley, the bassist’s life-partner of many years. “There’s something that happens when you spend 56 years in someone’s music. This is something you have to wait a lifetime to experience. The wonders of it and of living with her are equally astonishing. Carla gets up every morning and asks herself, ‘what if?’”. Bley has often used the stage as a platform of protest against right-wing oppression. Of this Swallow commented with pride: “We both feel compelled to address what’s going on in this nation, this election cycle. Carla’s immediate response has been ‘National Anthem’, a drastic reworking of ‘the Star Spangled Banner’. It’s now been added to our performance repertoire”.

“Music must connect to its time and place”.




Friday, July 29, 2016

CYRO BAPTISTA, cover story, NYC Jazz Record

NYC JAZZ RECORD, August 2016

CYRO BAPTISTA: Forging the Alliance of Sound
By John Pietaro



Percussionist Cyro Baptista has lived in the US for well over thirty years since relocating from his native Brazil. The trail has taken him around the globe many times, sharing the stage and studio with many of the most relevant artists of free improvisation, world music, jazz, experimental composition, and some of the best of pop music too. Perhaps it is due to his status as a traveler, but Baptista has never stopped seeking out the community within the music—in any locale it takes him to.
Baptista was introduced to music performance in elementary school where the local music teacher engaged the children in the building of percussion instruments as well as in playing them. “My first instrument was a hollowed out coconut shell”, he recalled fondly, “and when I brought it the ensemble, this simple thing became something great we could do together”.

His immersion in the Brazilian music tradition introduced the percussionist to many instruments as he crafted his own expression and developed that sense of ensemble which remains so meaningful to him. Baptista traveled to New York in 1980; though he was soon to become a downtown stalwart, his initial destination was considerably further north. “I was given a full scholarship to attend the Creative Music Studio up in Woodstock. It was an incredible time to be there”, he explained, still reflecting on his work with Karl Berger and Ingred Sertso with a sense of wonder. “The best musicians in the world came through that program; Don Cherry was a regular! Every day, a new experience.”

After considerable immersion in CMS’ unique approach to improvisation and performance, Baptista decided to move into the City and into the burgeoning new music scene. “I lived on the Lower East Side to be near the music---and it was so cheap then! It wasn’t long before I became friends with John Zorn and Marc Ribot. They were great to me. I played a lot on the streets, trying to get to know people, but I hardly knew any English. I picked up a lot of, um, bad words immediately---but I didn’t know what they meant”, he said laughing. “It took me a while to realize I couldn’t use ‘M.F.’ in every sentence, but it was brought to my attention at a big artsy party on the Upper East Side. That was an eye-opener. My English is still not so great”, he injected with a smile, “Sometimes I think I speak like Tarzan. But back then, it was really rough!”

Cyro began playing gigs at now rather legendary performance spaces in the fertile terrain of downtown, 1980, where experimental composition and free improv tangled deliciously with punk rock and electronica. He found the mélange to be a refreshing change. “Once I became a part of the musical scene down there, a big door opened for me”.

His instrumental voice liberated, Baptista was among a growing brood that soon became known as the avant apex of the day. “We used to play these gigs at the old Knitting Factory on Houston Street, but none of us were well known yet. The audience didn’t come at first--it could be a really tough neighborhood--but after a while, the word spread. John Zorn worked very hard to make it happen and we played together a lot. All of us struggled so much early on but we created that community of sound. People stood together.”

The list of pertinent composers and songwriters, improvisers and many other performers that Baptista encountered in the years since can fill volumes. His work with Zorn is well chronicled but Cyro also spent considerable time with the late percussion master Nana Vasconcelos, whom he considers his “inspiration”. Walking in such good company opened Baptista up to performance opportunities ranging from gigs with founding ‘no wave’ guitarist Arto Lindsay to globally renowned cellist Yo Yo Ma. Along the way, he performed and/or recorded with Sting, David Byrne, Dr. John, Phoebe Snow, Janis Ian, Gato Barbieri, Geri Allen, Trey Anastasio, the Chieftans, James Carter, Edie Brikell, Bobby McFerrin, Cassandra Wilson, Richard Stoltzman, Herbie Mann, Tony Bennet and the list goes on. Cyro enjoys every facet of his role as a percussionist, whether playing the traditional berimbau, hand drums, tearing up racks of blocks, bells and cymbals, or playing what he calls “transparent percussion”, the subtle touches that lie almost inaudibly on a track. His has been a rather storied career.

When Derek Baily, the master improviser and theorist, approached Baptista early on for a recording date, the percussionist jumped at the chance to make his debut recording. “Derek asked me to record with him and so I went and we just played. I never thought anything more of it and assumed it hadn’t been released. Some years later, I was touring in the UK with Nana, and a man came up to me excitedly saying, ‘You’re Cyro!’ and waving this album at me. It was Derek’s record. I was shocked to see that not only had it come out, but Derek had named it Cyro. This was very moving. Soon after we engaged in a pub tour”, he recalled.

But it hasn’t all been freewheeling music. Baptista explained: “I toured and recorded with Paul Simon for six years. He was a very particular kind of songwriter—he allowed the musicians room to create but then was strict about parts being played the same way every time. The band was amazing: Steve Gadd, Richard Tee, Michael Brecker…wow. I had been used to clubs, halls, but with Paul I learned how to play to 30,000 people! We did the Concert in Central Park, played around the world in stadiums”

And what of Herbie Hancock? “He’s Number One. I actually rate my career on what I did before I met him, and after. After Herbie, I was never just a side-man again. The connection we had went beyond music—I became a Buddhist through his example. Musically, everything was so open, the expectations for the band to CREATE every moment was so high. He approached me once, saying he was very happy with what I played but he noticed some of the same phrases night after night. He said I needed to play something new each time”, Baptista laughed. “So I went from a leader that always wanted everything the same to one that never wanted you to repeat yourself.”

The percussionist has been an active composer for years and founded several ensembles which feature aspects of his musical breadth. But he works to build the sense of ensemble in each situation. “Every time I play it’s a different set-up. I’m always experimenting with sounds. For certain gigs, I will learn to play a new instrument. These days I’m killing myself to learn the balafon, spending five hours a day practicing. It’s like starting over, but we should never stop growing”.

Here is where tradition can take wing: “Once you learn the roots of your instrument then you can go anywhere. When I moved to the US I learned the washboard, an American musical manifestation. And when I formed the band Beat the Donkey I knew I needed to include a tap dancer for the same reason”, he offered. “But you must first conquer the roots; that’s where you’ll find the instrument’s genetic code”.

Beat the Donkey (the translation of a Brazilian expression for “Let’s go!”), a true fusion of culture and genre, has been a main Baptista vehicle these past 15 years. He boldly added adaptations of King Crimson and Led Zeppelin into an already expansive repertoire, at times to the chagrin of concert hall administrators.  Still, his work isn’t limited to this band. A case in point is Baptista’s newly released disc Bluefly (Tzadik label), inspired by the title insect’s ability to travel mass distances on the back of a large animal, another metaphor for the leader’s journey. It features a pair of musicians from Sting’s band and a bevy of guest artists. And then there’s the percussionists featured spot on Jamie Saft’s new album Sunshine Seas (Rare Noise).

However, this month the focus is on Banquet of the Spirits, yet another band under his leadership. Several members of the assemblage (pianist Brian Marsella, Shanir Blumenkranz on bass, sinter and oud, and drummer Gil Oliveira) will perform along with special guests in a Jazz at Lincoln Center concert this month. The event is Baptista’s tribute to Heitor Villa-Lobos, Brazil’s greatest composer, and an extension on a project began a generation ago, ‘Vira-Loucos Villa-Lobos’. He ranks this upcoming concert as one of the highlights of his work, a chance to both celebrate and reconstruct this master’s music.

In many ways, this brings it all back home for Baptista, as does the goal of inspiring coming generations. “In addition to writing music, Villa-Lobos ran a program for school children to perform his choral works all over Brazil. Every year they’d pull these choirs together for a concert in a soccer stadium”. In this regard, Baptista has been facilitating a project with drummer Kenny Wollesen, “The Sound of Community”, which brings music programs to economically deprived areas. “We’ve done this in Mexico so far, but plan to extend it further. We create instruments with old people, children, workers—and then together all of us create compositions for these instruments. In the end, we hold a concert with them. The program allows even the poorest people to see the possibilities”.

“Music is music, but we keep changing”, the percussionist relayed. “In the end we can bring it back to what it was in the beginning, when people sat around a fire for survival, sharing songs”.


Opinion: THE VERY REAL CHALLENGE BEFORE US




WE ARE NOW FACED WITH A SIMPLE CHOICE.

As a Bernie Sanders supporter who campaigned and stumped for the man during the primary, I find myself taking a strong, sober view of the campaign season. I am more alert than ever of the dangers of demagoguery and the importance of fighting against the Trump vision of our future.

It took a Bernie Sanders--and the millions he activated--to wake Hillary Clinton up and push her out of the usual bland Dem middle of the road. The platform of the Democratic Party is a deeply progressive one. Finally. And perhaps the gains of FDR's New Deal will become central to a candidacy for the first time since Roosevelt. There is a sense that a vote for Hillary will not simply be a lesser of evils. We have yet to see if this will be so, but in the wake of a powerful convention with strong almost continuous progressive messaging, there is great promise. So the battle is officially at the core of our 2-party system.

As a Marxist, as a cultural worker, an outspoken activist, and a member of the labor movement, I can only truly see the need to end the Trump campaign of hate/fear manipulation. Whereas Clinton is drawing on the Dem heritage of FDR and JFK, Trump is thriving on the Republican heritage of racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and arch-Right philosophy. That philosophy was realized during lynchings, Red scares, institutional bias and the so-called Moral Majority and the drive to outlaw abortion. George Wallace, J Edgar Hoover, Joseph McCarthy, Father Coughlin, Sheriff Joe Arpaio, David Duke, Edwin Meese, Strom Thurmond, Roy H Cohn, the segregationists, the fear-mongers, the neo-Nazis, the censors, the greedy, the war profiteers, have been at the heart of the Right-Wing all along, emerging at points of financial and international tumult. And at present, under Trump, we are being fed all of the ingredients of fascism, make no mistake of that. An angry, chest thumping man of great wealth railing on about who our enemies are and how only he can save us. The fomenter of fear and suspicion. The figure of division who claims to unite. The would-be statesman that denounces the nation in order to frighten us into having him "fix" it. The alpha male who stifles and threatens those who dare oppose him, most openly the media. The silver spoon man of wealth who somehow convinces the working class that he is of them. These have all been successful means toward power grabs around the world and most prominently in Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy---and the periods that led up to them.

No, we cannot take this election lightly. No, we cannot allow this demagogue who would prey on fears for personal gain to have a glimmer of hope here. No, we cannot turn our back on our Left values by letting the childish, ignorant, hateful, manipulative Short Fingered Vulgarian believe he can or should have a position of power on our watch.


-John Pietaro, Aug 29, 2016, Brooklyn NY

Sunday, June 5, 2016

concert review: ITALIAN SURF ACADEMY, Barbes, Bklyn NY

ITALIAN SURF ACADEMY Live at Barbes, June 4, 2016
Concert review by John Pietaro



The trio that comprises Italian Surf Academy lives in musical sphere without boundaries; spy guitar effortlessly dances to Downtown improv before encompassing spaghetti western and “giallo” horror movie themes.  Imagine if you will a music free to revel in a nostalgia that constantly reinvents itself.

Founded by guitarist Marco Cappelli while still living in his native Italy, the band was designed to musically demarcate the post-WW2 Western European vision of American culture. As he stated, “The US represented much more than a geographic place, it was a concept which we dreamed of belonging to”. After some twelve years of residing in this country, Cappelli’s musical mélange may be more parody than adulation (hey, he was present during the W Bush years), but in any event, the spirit of the inspiration burns brilliantly. These days Italian Surf Academy is 2/3 American with the inclusion of much sought-after bassist Damon Banks and young lion drummer Dave Miller, thus realizing the cultural fusion bridging the Atlantic.

Opening its June residency at Park Slope performance space Barbes, the band tore into its unique repertoire for an enthusiastic audience. Immediately, the familiar sparkling, shimmering guitar sound of another era filled the room as Italian Surf Academy kicked off with “Django”. Over the better part of one hour, the band reimagined main title themes from decades-old Italian productions, ranging from the noted to the rather notorious, featuring compositions of Ennio Morricone among others, and threw in Tommy Tedesco guitar licks, moments of bossa novas and escapades of free jazz as needed. But each adaptation was tightly arranged and offered the in-your-face rad bravura New York can claim as original. Bank’s effortless, grooving terra firma made a nice counter-part to Miller’s skittering, broken rhythms over a two-piece drumkit colored by small gongs, few cymbals and a cowbell or two. Both Banks and Miller focused on the leader’s alternately screaming and singing ax, supporting Cappelli within this ongoing, embracing three-way conversation.

Highlights included Carlo Rustichelli’s music from the score of Mario Bava’s “Blood and Black Lace” and the finale “Secret Agent Man” (here an avant expansion of the Ventures’ arrangement), which morphed into John Barry’s James Bond theme before juxtaposing to the Vic Mizzy “Munsters” title music and then back to into black-and-white.

DON’T LET JUNE GET AWAY WITHOUT STOPPING INTO BARBES ON SATURDAYS AT 6. Your sense of art and need for fun and reminiscence will fight it out like they’re on opposite sides of the iron curtain---except instead of  suspicion and showdown, Italian Surf Academy lets both sides party victoriously.

This summer it’s time to really come in from the Cold.

{Barbes 376 9th Street, Brooklyn NY}
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Friday, May 27, 2016

Essay: Communist Party Artworks- ELLEN PERLO & the BOLD SHADES OF RED

Ellen Perlo and
The Bold Shades of Red

Ellen and Victor Perlo
By John Pietaro

It was a noticeably chilly afternoon of September 2009 as I made my way over the winding path that outlines “Red Hill”, the once notorious revolutionary pocket of Croton-on-Hudson NY. I’d contacted Ellen Perlo the week prior to arrange for a visit to her upstate home, the one she’d shared since 1957 with her then recently deceased husband Victor. The couple were long-time members and activists of the Communist Party and it’s safe to say that they stood high among its intellectual base. He was a noted author and economist, she an artist dedicated to the radical cultural movement and for some years the leader of the CP’s Arts Club.

“Did you see the John Reed House on your way?”, she asked, wearing a beaming smile. “It’s just down the road from here. He and Louise Bryant lived there many years ago but it’s still remembered, especially after ‘Reds’ put us back on the map. We used to get a lot of traffic with visitors seeking it out after Warren Beatty made the film. When was that, ’80? ’81? But long before then, a lot of radical artists and writers were drawn to this area and that lasted decades. They’d started moving in with Reed and then it lasted through the 1940s and after, up and down this so-called ‘Red Hill’”.

Ellen Perlo attended New York University’s School of Architecture and Allied Arts, graduating in 1938. When she entered school, Ellen was so focused on her art and studies that she was seen as apolitical, but this changed as the news of the Spanish Civil War broke out. She became active and increasingly radical in her political views, ultimately joining the Communist Party during World War Two. “I joined as everybody was leaving”, she added with a chuckle.

She and Victor Perlo married in 1943. He was then working for the US Treasury Department, so the pair resided in Washington DC for the duration of the war. “I had joined the Party officially in this period but Vic couldn’t become an actual member while he was working for the government”. However not long after VJ Day, the early frost of the cold war unleashed investigations into many on the federal payroll, decimating reputations and careers. After a few years, Perlo found himself among the victims; it is disputable whether or not he’d held Party membership before this period, but he was a close associate and authored articles and papers for the CP press and functions dating back to 1931. The investigations turned up enough information on Perlo to earn him prime target status.
“Vic was appointed as the US head of the United Nations relief agency for Europe; we were set to relocate to Paris but the FBI stopped that immediately”, she said, nonplussed after so many years of living with the reality of those times.  But the commencement of this red scare came with a certain ferocity: Perlo, after being named in a Congressional hearing as ‘a Soviet spy’, was summarily fired from his government job and blacklisted. This, too, was the reality of this time of reaction, manipulation and division.

By 1948, the Perlos had left DC and moved to Flushing, Queens NY. Ellen became a staple of the anti-war movement, joining into actions then and in the decades which followed as a member of the Women’s Strike for Peace and WESPAC among other peace and social justice organizations. All during this time she remained an active visual artist and also worked closely with her husband, aiding his research and editing much of the work he was now free to publish under his own name. Ellen also holds co-authorship with Victor in their noted volume, ‘Dynamic Stability: The Soviet Economy Today’ (1980).

The couple were active in many aspects of Party academic and cultural work and as such became close friends and collaborators with historic figures, renowned for their work today but under constant fire in their time. These included Paul Robeson, Hugo Gellert, Walter Lowenfels, Rockwell Kent, Pete Seeger and William Gropper. For the uninitiated, it’s now hard to imagine that the American Communist Party maintained a powerful national Cultural Commission starting with the 1920s, lasting well into the HUAC witch hunts. The relevance of the arts is easily explained by the strength of the medium to carry messages, but its roots lie much deeper: two of the four founders of the Communist Party USA were John Reed and Louis Fraina (the latter is today lesser-known than his celebrated comrade, but Fraina was a journalist, editor, political organizer and strategist who later became a respected economist). At its height, the Party maintained a phalanx of leading authors, journalists, playwrights and poets in addition to noted visual artists, actors, directors, a host of modern dancers, designers and musicians, many of them stars of stage, radio, gallery and film. The Party’s cultural work was initially contained within its John Reed Clubs, the network of which had a national reach and sported famous names alongside the up and coming. It began as a Communist writers’ organization but spread widely through other disciplines almost immediately, ushering in many artists of conscience, particularly in the throes of the Great Depression and the rising tide of fascism. This organization was openly revolutionary in both its philosophy and reach and was succeeded in 1935 by the more widespread League of American Writers.

The League was an outgrowth of the vastly influential American Writers Congress which took place in New York City that year. The list of names of eager Congress participants included (listed alphabetically as they were on the Call for an American Writers Congress): Nelson Algren, Kenneth Burke, Erskine Caldwell, Malcolm Cowley, Theodore Dreiser, James T Farrell, Waldo Frank, Joseph Freeman, Michael Gold, Josephine Herbst, Granville Hicks, Langston Hughes, John Howard Lawson, Tillie Lerner (Olsen), Meridel Le Sueur, Joseph North, Samuel Ornitz, Lincoln Steffens, Richard Wright and so many more. It was a treasure trove of the pen, boasting the best within reportage, fiction, screenplay, drama, poetry and combinations thereof. To better illustrate the scope of Party culture and the Congress itself, the following comes from the Congress’ mission statement. This gathering called for literature as a means to ‘fight against imperialist war and fascism; to defend the Soviet Union against capitalist aggression; for the development and strengthening of the revolutionary labor movement; against white chauvinism (against all forms of Negro discrimination and persecution) and against the persecution of minority groups and the foreign born; solidarity with colonial people in their struggles for freedom; against the influence of bourgeois ideas in American liberalism; against the imprisonment of revolutionary writers and artists, as well as other class war prisoners throughout the world’ (“New Masses”, January 22, 1935).

The following year, there occurred the American Artists Congress which packed Town Hall during the cold of a New York February. In preparation for their Congress, a group of 110 noted painters and illustrators signed off on a Call which stated in part:

‘We artists must act. Individually we are powerless. Through collective action we can defend our interests. We must ally ourselves with all groups engaged in the common struggle against war and fascism…’ The dye was cast. The event drew such a crowd that it was extended into a three-day conference, with closed sessions occurring at the New School for Social Research on the last two days.. Delegations from Mexico, Peru and Germany joined in (Matthew Baigell and Julia Williams, eds., Artists Against War and Fascism: Papers of the First American Artists Congress. Rutgers, 1986. Source: Lampert, Nicholas, A Peoples Art History of the United States, New Press, 2013)

Stuart Davis, by then a noted modernist painter, hosted the proceedings. Other speakers included Rockwell Kent, Max Webber, Margaret Bourke-White, Aaron Douglas, Peter Blume, George Biddle, Heywood Broun, and of course Hugo Gellert who was everywhere to be found in this period.
Though issues of aesthetics remained relevant as always, the aim of the Congress was to radicalize artists in the service of progressive struggle, particularly in the face of the growing fascist threat while the Depression was raging on. Davis’ opening remarks alerted the attendees of the need for a direct response to the social fallout people faced as well as the particular pains of professional artists in the hungry years. It was during this speech that plans for an Artists Union were first presented, as Davis stated, a collective voice for the artists left out of or underserved by the Works Progress Administration’s Arts Program. Max Webber, in a speech to the American Artists Congress body stated: “A truly modern art is yet to come, but not until the new life is here and not before the imminent emancipation of mankind that we can envisage.” (ibid)

This amazingly fertile ground also begat the Workers Music League, the Workers Theatre, the Workers Film and Photo League, the Red Dancers, Red Stage and aggregations such as the Group Theatre (founded by Harold Clurman, Cheryl Crawford, and Lee Strasburg and featuring Elia Kazan, John Garfield, Will Geer, Stella Adler, Lee J Cobb, many more) and the Composers Collective of New York; within the latter’s ranks were Aaron Copland, Mark Blitzstein, Henry Cowell and Charles Lewis Seeger. Soon, Party cultural leaders VJ Jerome and Michael Gold were dispatched from the home base of Manhattan to the budding film capital of Hollywood, establishing CP clubs within the movie industry and standing with its unions which were embattled by the moguls as well as the gangsters often working on the inside. But even as the Party’s reach extended well into Hollywood, the other arts disciplines were becoming increasingly radicalized.

THE VISUAL ARTIST’S MEDIUM offers an immediate statement, one beyond the need for commentary, and as such, painters, designers, sculptors, cartoonists, sketch artists and other illustrators have been an integral aspect of the global revolutionary movement. The artists associated with Industrial Workers of the World, founded 1901, created a series of posters and placards for organizing campaigns that had the power to move anxious workers and leap over the boundaries of language. And some of their cartoon figures like ‘Mr. Block’ (drawn by Ernest Ried) as well as realist sketches and paintings continue to hold relevance. Often the illustrations were by anonymous artists or those using pseudonyms (such as “Man X”, “Bingo”, “El Picador”) however some of their celebrated songwriters like Joe Hill and Ralph Chaplin also spent a good deal of time as illustrators. Visual art was a vital, universal statement of the struggle.

The relevance of visual art was even more profound in “The Masses”, a pre-CP organ which launched the careers of many future Party cultural workers. It is best recalled for its stirring illustrations, starkly depicting bloody labor battles, police violence and economic deprivation, but the magazine also championed Greenwich Village bohemianism and the hope of modernism. “The Masses” ran from 1911 through 1917. Many of its artists can be traced to the ‘Ashcan school’ which offered dark visions of inner city life, all too real for some but always imbuing a visceral connection for, if not a vehicle of, pride among the common man and woman. The magazine was a voice for the suffragettes’ movement, bold new philosophies and the oppressed. It championed the Industrial Workers of the World and free speech. Among its standout artists were Stuart Davis, Art Young, John French Sloan, Robert Minor, Alice Beach Winter, Boardman Robinson and George Bellows. “The Masses” staff was so radical that in 1916, the artists went out on strike. The magazine’s greatest fight, however, was with the federal government when its negative coverage the US build-up toward the First World War found its publishers, artists and writers indicted for conspiracy.

The demise of “The Masses” and the American entry into the war symbolized a crushing blow to the Left---just as the reaction against anarchism and socialism which followed culminated in the near destruction of the IWW, furious xenophobia, the founding of the Bureau of Investigation, rabid union busting and a wave of arrests and deportations. Revolutionary writers and artists, however, responded with increased radicalism and in ’22, a new journal. Initially “The Liberator” and then, of much greater importance, “New Masses” went considerably further than the earlier journals dared. Artists William Gropper (also known for his work in “Freiheit”) and Hugo Gellert, soon to become highly celebrated, were on the “New Masses” Executive Board, securing the illustrator’s place in the vision. Gellert also served as an editor, and he would be joined by Robert Minor before long.  All three were champion Communist organizers as well as greatly talented creatives; the magazine was born in the main office of the John Reed Clubs. The circle was complete when Sloan, Robinson and Young, artists who’d been central to “The Masses”, joined the staff. Louis Lozowick was also readily hired. Much of the “New Masses” staff would also become central to the CP’s primary organ, “The Daily Worker”, founded in 1924, as well as its West Coast imprint “The People’s World” and the special Sunday editions of either title. But “New Masses”, initially conceived as a purely cultural journal for revolutionaries, maintained the strongest arts content among Communist periodicals, hence, it attracted some brilliant talent. Gellert’s incendiary drawing adorned the first issue’s cover, as it would for many later issues over as many years.

All this while, other revolutionary artists of many nations were creating works of social commentary and engaging in the struggle toward political and social change. Most were Communists, some were Socialists, but regardless of party affiliation, these intellectuals (using the parlance of the day) were driven by a force greater than mere art for art’s sake. Art was indeed a weapon in the class struggle. Much of the energy in the period of the ‘20s-‘30s originated with the early Soviet organization ProletCult and a number of internationalist artists’ coalitions which were again rooted in the Leninist model. Yet there were, simultaneously, any number of independent artists influenced by this activity. Perhaps the most prominent was Diego Rivera, the great Mexican artist who traveled to the New York in the early 1930s and laid the groundwork for a whole school of thought stemming from traditional Latino cultural expression in response to the toils of factory life. His impact, and that of his wife and partner, the artist Frieda Kahlo, was felt widely and deeply. Rivera’s series “Detroit Industry” and perhaps much more so, his infamous tryptic “Man at the Crossroads”--designed for Rockefeller Center in 1933 but then violently rejected by the wealthy industrialists--remain legendary. The time and place was nothing short of electric.

A few years after, when Ellen Perlo had joined the ranks of the CPUSA, the tumult was raging in multiple directions. The Spanish Civil War bore a passionate anti-fascism throughout the Left, one which easily symbolized the economic and social displace of oppressed peoples. Thousands were driven to the cause yet this period of activation ran into that of Stalin’s purges, the first clarification of the extent the Soviet leader would go to in order to hold unchallenged power. As broken, sporadic news reports of his despotic rule became increasingly known, many would refute the Communist Party, but the desperation of the time in the face of a harsh US reactionary campaign against the Left, saw a new wave of interest in the American CP. And it was in this period in which the Party arts programs matured and became thoroughly aligned with the unions such as the United Mural Painters (organized by Hugo Gellert) and Screenwriters Guild (re-founded by gifted author and Party organizer John Howard Lawson), and the final period of the Works Progress Administration’s creative arms. During the war years, cultural worker organizations with an accent on visual art such as Artists for the Defense and Artists for Victory held important anti-fascist voices.

Ellen maintained an ongoing relationship with the cultural workers of the Party and in 1948, after the Perlos had moved to Queens, New York, their relationship with many increased further. Victor Perlo was an important advisor to the Henry Wallace presidential campaign that year and as a result, his comradeship with creative artists such as Paul Robeson brought them further into the circle---and, as it turned out, the center of the tumult.

The infamous Peekskill NY concert by the beloved Robeson, hosted by Howard Fast and also featuring an assortment of other progressive performers (indeed, this was the debut gig of the Weavers) occurred the following summer. The terrible reality of how the event devolved into a brutal riot by right-wing locals supported by area police against the families who attended has long overshadowed the music. Ellen Perlo explained:

“Vic and I flipped a coin to see which of us would have to stay home with the kids. I won. So I traveled up to Peekskill with friends. We got up to the site and joined in on a lovely picnic. Pete (Seeger) sang and led everyone in a singalong. It was a beautiful day with many children in attendance. The concert itself was wonderful”.

Photographs from this event show Robeson in performance on the makeshift stage surrounded by a phalanx of unionists acting as guards. The threats against Robeson by the forces of reaction had been well-established and an earlier planned concert in Peekskill had to be cancelled, thus on this occasion, the Party and its allies in attendance sought to take no chances. However, the event took an ominous turn at the conclusion. Ellen Perlo explained: “On the way out, as we walked to our cars, we saw a wall of cops and then we were encountered by these men – they were yelling out such filth to us. We all got into our cars and the drivers were directed by the police to one small road”. The dozens and dozens of cars were instructed to exit by way of a single-lane wooded path flanked by thickets of trees. The car Ellen was in was about mid-way through the long, slow-moving caravan when it came under assault: “These men began pounding the car with rocks. The windshield was immediately smashed! I was furious. Someone said, “Lie down, Ellen” but I was too angry, I shouted back at them. Later I had to comb shards of glass out of my hair. This was fascism—like what we are starting to see again today”, Perlo stated.

Resistance to the rising tide of fascism had led her into the Party’s ranks and then kept her deeply active within it. Post-World War Two, the Perlos had to contend with a uniquely American kind of rightist oppression: McCarthyism, the Red Scare and the House Committee on Un-American Activities.  In this period, the right-wing coalition of government and industry posed enough of a threat that many Communists either left the Party or went underground. In addition to the public hearings of the Hollywood Ten, many other progressive artists and other activists were hounded, blacklisted and subject to arrest if their testimony wasn’t very carefully navigated. Leaders of the Communist Party, too, were flagrantly harassed and then charged under the Smith Act with ‘the attempt to violently overthrow the US government’. These were, indeed, dark days.

By the earliest 1960s, as the Civil Rights struggle was coming to its initial boiling point, the left parties became driven by this pressing issue. Many Communists who’d been demoralized by the arch-right a decade before, took an open stand in this fight for equality. The Perlos were prominent among them. And Ellen also became a mover and shaker in both the Party’s Arts Club and within the staff of “World Magazine”, the Sunday insert to the CP newspaper--initially known as “The Daily Worker” by this time the paper had become “The Daily World”. Perlo recalls Joseph North, one of the deans of the Party’s cultural work for decades, still on staff as an editor. “We also had Seymour Joseph, Margaret Pittman and Marla Hoffman among others. The staff did everything: write, lay-out, proof-read”.

In addition to regular meetings which involved discussions on socio-political matters and the arts, the Arts Club was called on to create placards for demonstrations. “When the Party needed anything to do with art, they called us. Often we included the credit “Arts Club” under the slogan or imagery we created”, she explained. “There were so many people involved in the cause, not all of them were members of the CP but sometimes came to Club meetings and engaged in some of our projects”. When asked about this treasure trove of creative activists, Ellen’s eyes lit up. “Well, William Gropper lived right in Croton, but he wasn’t a member of the Club. We all knew and admired him, but he drifted in and out. Bob Minor’s widow Lydia also lived here; we were very close. Seymour Joseph the cartoonist of “The Daily World”: he was a lovely guy with a great sense of humor. Bill Andrews and Charles Keller were also gifted cartoonists who worked on the paper. One day in the early ‘70s Bill left, went home to Arizona and never said ‘goodbye’”, she recalled sadly.

And what of the celebrated Rockwell Kent and Hugo Gellert? “Rockwell, around 1960 when the worst of the McCarthy business was over, had his passport returned to him. We’d become friends in the mid-50s or so. Vic and I called on Rockwell and his wife Sally to congratulate him and our family spent a lot of time together at their place in the Adirondacks during summers. I have some of his artwork here”, she said, pointing to a moving framed sketch. He was not a Communist Party member but he was an outspoken social justice activist. And Gellert was a lovely fellow, a small man whose bright white hair I can still see. He was a member of the Party, of course, and the Club”.

 “Another member was Ollie Harrington who used to work on the paper before my time. He migrated to East Germany but air-mailed his cartoons in twice per week. He had an intense, dark look about him and his artwork was always full, finished in appearance, never sketchy. And Harry Gottlieb was a charming guy who was an overt Party member. He did beautiful silk screens. And of course we had Bob Ekins, a fabulous sculptor from Connecticut. He was very political and became one of the original Smith Act victims. One of his best known pieces depicted a little girl in the segregated south”.

The Arts Club also held an Artists’ Workshop in which outside artists were invited in to silkscreen. A wide reach of visual arts were presented to inspire creativity, particularly in the service of social change. But not everyone associated with the club was a visual artist. Perlo explained: “Walter Lowenfels, the great poet, was a close friend of ours”. She smiled while recalling him.  “He always wore a beret and was always full of life. But more than anything, he was ALWAYS writing poetry no matter where he was”.

The Communist Party Arts Club met weekly during the 1960s and ‘70s, offering educational and experiential activities as well as powerful discussion. Ultimately, with members moving away from the area, it morphed into a more general Party club. In recent times, it has dwindled. Victor Perlo continued to be a highly visible Communist economist and wrote a regular column for the paper that became “The Peoples Weekly World” (these days it’s online as “The People’s World” – www.peoplesworld.org) for the rest of his days.

Though Red Hill ceased to be a revolutionary stronghold, residents like Ellen Perlo kept the faith and remained active. She became a member, too, of Artists for Nuclear Disarmament and participated in the mass demonstrations of the 1980s and beyond. The Perlos spoke out against the Reagan and Bush administrations, war and inequity, and fought for workers’ rights through actions, art and the books they often wrote or edited together.  And their collection of literature and artwork served for decades as a veritable museum of the intellectual Left. “After Vic passed away, I gave quite a lot of our collection to the Party and they in turn had these items transferred to a CP archive at Frostburg State University (http://www.frostburg.edu/lewis-ort-library/aboutlib/depts/arch/perlo/). But I still enjoy surrounding myself with the special memories and the paintings, sketches, books, photographs and journals which hold them. We came through a lot”, she explained. “And these things are a little bit of history”.


As this article goes to press in 2016, seven years following my visit with Ellen Perlo up on Red Hill, it coincides with her one-hundredth birthday. Less active perhaps, but still immersed in her core beliefs in real social change through socialism, she extends her reach through the little bits of history she affected and may inspire for decades to come.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Concert Review: CARLA BLEY/STEVE SWALLOW/ANDY SHEPPARD

CARLA BLEY AT 80: 

Bley/Swallow/Sheppard in Concert, May 11, 2016, Steinway Hall, NYC

Concert review by John Pietaro

photo; wuot.org/post/carla-bley-hits-milestone-style#stream/0

The invite-only crowd lined up in the midtown flagship of the Steinway Piano company, the walls flanked by museum-quality instruments of deep black and stark white. The formality of the main room carried through into the new Steinway hall, a small auditorium with exquisite sound quality, but once the musicians were on stage, the polite quietude transformed into the hiply pensive. The occasion was the 80th birthday of renowned pianist and composer Carla Bley; the date served as both a concert by her trio with Andy Sheppard and Steve Swallow, and as a celebration of their new release on ECM, “Andando el Tiempo”.

Bley’s chamber trio kicked off the evening with the world premiere of “Copy Cat”, a lengthy, meditative piece that acted as something of a coda to the new album (see this writer’s review of “Andando el Tiempo” in the June issue of The New York City Jazz Record). According to Bley, the piano manuscript alone is 90-some pages long. While “Copy Cat” is driven by space, it maintains an underlying rhythmicity within Swallow’s 5-string electric bass drive and the pianist’s own terra firma. Andy Sheppard, in his high-voiced tenor saxophone, is often a perfect front to the Bley compositions, with use of circular breathing and extended techniques in addition to a singing, mournful tone. Though this music is complex enough that all members of the trio are, in essence, playing lead, the horn stands in its traditional role out front, and Sheppard’s voice on the instrument may be as unique as the composer herself. As the saxophonist engaged in featured forays, Bley often watched intently, seemingly as adamant about accompaniment as she was about her place as leader and the creator of the piece.

But this concert was not specific to Carla Bley, composer, for there was nearly as much piano art on display on stage as there was lining the venue. As she stated during the later Q and A segment, “I finally learned to really play the piano a few years ago”, indicating her earlier reliance on the organ or simply conducting in larger ensembles. She seems to have become one with the instrument: during more intense moments, she embraces it bodily, leaning over with head bowed almost to the point of her face touching the keys. The spiritual nature of such a posture, wrapping herself in the sound source, seemed all too appropriate to the moment.

The lack of a drummer in this chamber-oriented trio allowed for the full breadth of piano, saxophone and bass. Steve Swallow tended to hold the grooves together but surely, the three maintained great command of pulse, propulsion and vibe. There was also something of a nostalgic moment in the bossa nova which the second selection was built on; Swallow’s years with Stan Getz were reflected as he danced nimbly across his fingerboard and Sheppard’s tenor melody offered more than a hint of the Getz alto tone. With Bley loosely dropping rhythmic chords over and about the others, one could imagine her in the Gary Burton role of that early ‘60s Getz bossa-drenched quartet. In this regard, the evening was a nod to the era in which these fine veterans of the music first came of age.
At 80 years old, Carla Bley has given the listening public decades worth of gifts. She has developed new philosophies of the music, made any number of large experimental ensembles swing, co-founded the Liberation Music Orchestra, begat the Jazz Composers Orchestra Association, dabbled in punk-rock and straightahead jazz and shapeshifted at will. Most recently, Bley, in a small, somewhat fragile looking frame and brief halo of silver-gray, has taught us to breathe in the spare tonal music she is focused on at the moment.

Even at largo, she hasn’t slowed down a bit. 

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