Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Fans of free jazz might have been following the fascinating tale this past year of bassist Henry Grimes. Grimes was a legend of free jazz who made his name backing such artists as Albert Ayler, Cecil Taylor, Lennie Tristano, Jimmy Giuffre, and Don Cherry, as well as more mainstream jazzmen like Gerry Mulligan, Sonny Rollins, Thelonious Monk, Chet Baker, and even Benny Goodman. In 1967 Grimes vanished from the jazz scene practically overnight, and after a while he was presumed dead. But in October 2002 a social worker managed to track Grimes down in Los Angeles. In an interview published in the Winter 2003 issue of Signal To Noise, the former bassist revealed that he had gone to L.A. in ‘67 to seek work as an actor, endured bouts of manic-depression and homelessness, and had removed himself so far from the scene that he was completely unaware of the deaths of Ayler, Cherry, Ed Blackwell, and a number of other past associates. New York jazz manager Margaret Davis took Grimes under her wing, and William Parker (one of many free bassists on whom Grimes made a lifelong impression) located a new bass so that Grimes could resume his career. Since then the bassman has become jazz’ story of the year.


Intrigued by Grimes’ story, I became curious about whatever happened to another, more obscure figure in the annals of free jazz: trumpeter Jacques Coursil, who only appeared on about five albums in his short career. Coursil was one of the first French nationals to be heard playing free jazz outside of his homeland. His intellectual conception and deep concern with the sound of his horn placed him in the same circles as Anthony Braxton, with whom he collaborated during the saxophonist’s residence in Paris. His West Indian heritage gave Coursil an appreciation for Caribbean musical styles along with classical and jazz forms, all of which he used as elements in his personal bag of tricks.


After high school Coursil came to America, where he studied jazz under Jaki Byard and drummer Sunny Murray. Both men were involved in free jazz to different degrees, but it was Murray who convinced Coursil to pursue the path of freedom. The drummer also featured Coursil on his self-titled ESP record in 1966. Gigs with Rashied Ali, Marion Brown, Frank Wright (Your Prayer, 1967, ESP), pianist Burton Greene (Aquariana, 1966, ESP), and the Sun Ra Arkestra opened his eyes to new possibilities in jazz. Coursil then recorded with Bill Dixon’s big band and with his own quintet featuring Brown. That group cut what would have been his debut recording for ESP. Unfortunately, neither session ever saw the light of day. Today Coursil is principally recognized for two albums issued on BYG in 1969: The Way Ahead, with altoist Arthur Jones, bassist Beb Guerin, and drummer Jacques Delcloo (BYG’s A&R man); and the freer Black Suite with that quartet plus Anthony Braxton and Burton Greene. Here Coursil reached his pinnacle as a jazz trumpeter, crafting highly original melodic phrases out of thin air and producing some of the most attractive tones to emerge from the free jazz boom.


Occupying the middle ground between Dixon’s starkness and Lester Bowie’s goofiness, Coursil seemed to be full of promise as a voice in avant-garde jazz. But following his brief heyday at the close of the 1960s, Coursil descended back into obscurity and never recorded again. He continued to gig around New York City, spreading his influence quietly but effectively around the young set. Coursil made perhaps the biggest impression on one of his high-school French students: John Zorn, who openly acknowledges his teacher’s inspiration. It was by attending one of his teacher’s gigs that Zorn decided what he wanted to do with his life. But from that point onward Jacques Coursil disappeared from the jazz history books.


After a bit of digging, I found out that Coursil gave up the jazz life in order to become an educator. Last summer I tracked him down to Cornell University, where he is a visiting professor of Francophone studies. (His usual gig is as a professor of linguistics at the French West Indies University in Martinique.) Coursil politely declined to talk about his former career, preferring not to dredge up memories “like an old timer remembering the good old days”, as he put it. He said that music still plays a part in his life and that he might be interested in getting back into it someday. Now that John Zorn knows how to get in touch with his old mentor again, perhaps Coursil will once again be gracing the jazz bins in the near future. One can only hope. In the meantime, he is more than content immersing himself in French literature and linguistics as he’s done for the past three decades.


(Disclosure: some of the above info has been excerpted from my forthcoming book, Free Jazz and Free Improvisation: A Reference Guide, due from Greenwood Press in 2004.)

Monday, November 17, 2003

Hello to whomever happens across this page. I decided to explore the wide world of blogging after seeing the fad proliferate amongst my online friends and cohorts. I figured, what the heck, I might as well join the 21st century soapbox brigade. So here we are.

I can't make any rash promises as to the quality or intelligibility of the posts here, so I'll simply state that they will be (fairly unedited) representations of whatever was going through my head at the time. Be it a music review, a complaint about politics, or the announcement that one of my kids hit a milestone, I'll slap something up here when I find the time and energy to do so. And if you enjoy the ride, then I'm happy to have you as a passenger.

Please submit any comments or questions to epistrophy@aol.com and I'll get around to them ASAP. Thanks!

Oh, I should probably clarify the name of this blog for those who are confused.

Charles Mingus (1922-1979) was one of the greatest bass players and composers to work in the field of jazz. He was a tireless innovator who brought the bass to the forefront of the jazz ensemble, synthesized the style of Duke Ellington with contemporary classical, gospel, and other musical forms, and explored collective improvisation in ways that foreshadowed the rise of free jazz in the 1960s. He was a passionate, temperamental, unpredictable giant and one of the true geniuses of jazz. Mingus the man has been gone for nearly a quarter-century now, but he lives on through the legacy of his recordings and compositions.

I'm presently working on a book about Mingus' music -- specifically his music, since so many other writers have focused more upon his personality than his art -- and I will continue to touch upon Mingus here whenever the urge strikes.