Word: dixielanders
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...more interested in their own ideas than in merely imitating onetime models. In this, jazz historians may decide, the California youngsters are repeating the role of the white Northern musicians who 30 years ago picked up the original New Orleans variety and turned it into something called Dixieland...
Shades of Bix (Jimmy McPartland and his band; Brunswick LP). Trumpeter McPartland undertakes the touchy task of recapturing the style and feeling of the cornettist Bix Beiderbecke, in the process socks out some fine Dixieland jazz. The combo, a duplication of Bix's own Gang (including a hoarse-voiced baritone sax), gets a lift from the inspired drumming of George Wettling...
...this picture, Dancer O'Connor is tangled in at least a half-mile of celluloid that should have been left on the cutting-room floor. The love interest: Janet Leigh, in a sweater. The whole thing ends with a sort of death rattle: a concert of "symphonic Dixieland" that seems better calculated to finish jazz than to revive...
...meeting with mixed reactions from the uninhibited French, who boo at the drop of a diminished seventh, read newspapers while the music plays, shout "à l'operé!" or "à dormir!" when the music is too polite for their tastes. Worst of all for the progressive musicians, French Dixieland fans make a practice of invading modernist concerts just to snort and bellow...
Last week Stan Kenton, a modernist bandleader whose arrangements blend boppish bounce with blood-curdling dissonances, prepared for his Paris debut with understandable misgivings. But when concert time came, the theater was very nearly filled. When the curtain rose, friendly applause swept up from the audience, and Dixieland partisans, if any, behaved themselves. Kenton & Co. gave them a program of tightly orchestrated originals, emphasizing in turn their lush reeds and knife-edged brasses. After listening to such Kenton favorites as Collaboration, Opus in Pastels, 23 North, 82 West (the coordinates of Havana), the crowd whooped "Bis! Bis!" Said Kenton...