mixtapes at the Station

We’re really, really excited to get to play Jazz at the Station next week. This venue is made legitimate by a long list of accomplished and talented musicians engaged there each month. You should go even when we’re not playing, second Wednesday of each month. The music is good, it’s free (thanks to support of Weber County RAMP funding and the hard work of Caril Jennings and Benjamin Jennings), and it’s in a grand hall of an old train station. This makes it a great place to spend an hour, even if there weren’t music playing.

On Wednesday, there will be music playing and it will be ours. We hope to see you there:

Jazz at the Station
Ogden’s Union Station, Grand Lobby
Wednesday, January 9th, 2019
7-8pm

Besides rehearsing, we’re tasked with figuring out what to play. We’ve reached the point where we have material to choose from (in addition to new things we’d love to try out soon), and to squeeze it all coherently into an hour is a challenge. We’ve flashed back to making mixtapes for loved ones, an extinct hobby but one that is responsible for the existence of many of our students. How else would your parents have fallen in love with one another if it weren’t for the artful sequence from Peter Gabriel to Abba to Fleetwood Mac? Um … hypothetically speaking, of course.

Our setlist has some of the same considerations. How do you open enthusiastically but not too over-the-top? How do you sequence from one piece to the next, from fast to slow or from a standard to a re-invention? How do we make sure that Caryn has a chance to breathe in between songs? Where can we work in a subtle reference to trains? And, maybe most important, how do we build up and close the set? You’ll find out on Wednesday with an hour of music that spans most of the last century, but with our own recent spin and whimsy.

It’s us!!

professional courtesy

We enjoy taking other artists’ music and crafting it according to our own style and musings. On some level, this is just for our own entertainment and enjoyment. But I also think it’s a professional courtesy. We take music that’s pretty good and then see what we can do to make it better. Take, for example, the Grammy nominated The Middle. Sure, it’s already a fine song, but we thought it might be improved if we traded in its dance floor and synth for our blues scales and fretless bass. We think it works quite well. 

Caryn, Tim, Ian, and Adam at Cuppa, 14 Dec 2018.

Zedd & company have literally a million times as many plays on YouTube as we do. But we’ve got a better following at the vegan coffee shops. 

December gig at Cuppa

We’re excited for a gig at Cuppa (552 E 25th St, Ogden) from 7-9 PM this Friday, December 14th. We’ve got a few new things we’re excited to share, some holiday tunes that we’ve been having fun with, and a few of our old favorites. We love playing here: great food, comfy setting, a welcoming staff, and a grand piano. Drop in for something to eat and drink and listen to us create new variations on old themes. (Can you imagine a Latin rhythm on an old Bing Crosby tune? We couldn’t either until we tried it.)

(And, mark your 2019 calendars. We get to do Jazz at the Station on Wednesday, January 9th, 7-8PM!)

photos

We got photos that we really like. As usual, Caryn looks fabulous. The rest of us went to the trouble to comb our hair.

Photos from Karyn Johnston at: https://kjohnstonphoto.smugmug.com/Standards-and-Substandards/
Photos from Karyn Johnston at: https://kjohnstonphoto.smugmug.com/Standards-and-Substandards/
Photos from Karyn Johnston at: https://kjohnstonphoto.smugmug.com/Standards-and-Substandards/

https://kjohnstonphoto.smugmug.com/Standards-and-Substandards/

We’re saving another photo we like for some future tour poster. It will be a collector’s item.

Thanks to Karyn Johnston, kjohnstonphoto.smugmug.com. All bands should be so lucky.

practice and evolution

A recent archeological dig in my home revealed old binders and file folders of photocopied music that trace back to my earliest piano playing days. It’s comforting to find physical evidence of some of my memories, especially since I’m more and more unsure about these things as I get older. Tim and I have tried to explain this to the youth in our band.

The music that I’ve hung onto is not the old lesson books so much as the custom made arrangements of songs that a teacher would give me to try something new. It’s in these pieces of music where I can find roots of some of what I still remember and even how I play. There’s a copy of When the Saints Come Marching In, Silent Night, and the theme from the Mickey Mouse Club. In each of these there are handwritten chord progressions written above the melody line for the right hand. From these I learned how to play the notes of those chords in the left hand, and later my teacher taught me how to break up those notes of the chord in one way or another. I can still remember playing Silent Night with the stride of a bass note and two clunky triads in 3/4 time. It sounded just as good as you would imagine, like a clunky waltz being stomped out around a nativity scene. But it progressed into other things as well, with arpeggios in the left hand and accompanying harmonies in the right, and later in other keys to match up with a church choir at midnight mass.

The most interesting revelation of the dive through my musical roots confirmed my memory of learning Gershwin’s Summertime. This was a “Big Note” version with the letters of each note written into their respective balloons, but it contained extra notation of grace notes, harmonies in the right hand, appropriate chords to fill out the changes, and hash marks to dictate a rhythm for the left hand. It was just what I’d remembered, though still astonishing to see this bizarre conglomeration.

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I wasn’t familiar with Summertime or even Gershwin until I’d had this piece written out and introduced to me when I was there in my piano lesson, a 13-year-old sitting stiffly on the bench while my teacher leaned over my shoulder to pencil in and explain these marks. But I’ve always come back to this, maybe because it was easy but probably more because there was so much to keep doing with this. During my first year of college I took one semester of jazz piano and learned that blues scales were a thing and that there were all these other voicings for those simple chords. It’s an easy song in a lot of ways, yet it’s also wide open to lots of variation and possibility. To this day, if you catch me cold and say “play something,” I’ll likely launch into this. (In fact, when Caryn first asked “What do you know?” this is exactly where we started.)

This progression and evolution of a song isn’t isolated to Gershwin in A-minor. Fast-forward from learning what a chord is to this past Thursday in rehearsal. We’d just stumbled into one song that we’d been sharing around, and then I started playing the chord progressions just to start to feel it out. For reasons I don’t fully understand, it started in a rhythm that fit a 5/4 time signature. (Count “1 – 2 – 3 – 1 – 2” over and over and you start to get a feel, especially if you syncopate a little in those first three counts.) I didn’t even realize that I was playing it until Tim pointed it out and I caught myself. I started to apologize for goofing off, but then one thing turned into another as we dared ourselves to try this out.  Soon, we’d worked on verses in 5/4 time, a chorus in 4/4, and then a kind of bridge in 3/4, with interludes that came back to the 5/4 to tie things together.

Let it be known: This was a stupid thing to do. It was also the perfect thing to do.

It took up half of our rehearsal time. And, this was after we’d said, “Let’s work on some easy things today.” But this is how the music evolves and it’s how — 35 years after my first piano lessons — I get pushed to learn and do something new. It’s a large part of the joy and benefit of playing with the band. I think at our next gig (at Cuppa on December 14th, 7:00 PM!) we’ll try out this self-imposed dare and see if we can stay together with the time changes. And, there’s a good chance that we’ll play Summertime, too.