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Music, Life, Love: Jack Stillman’s Song

Signature on “Anniversary Song” from Hebrew Actors Union Archives at YIVO (Item RG 1843 Series 2 Box 39 Folder 3)

Plenty of records made during the twenties show “Jack Stillman” on the label. Contemporaries praised his abilities as an arranger and trumpeter. Collectors and hot jazz lovers still enjoy his records. Yet he’s far from the most well-recognized musician of the period. Compared to other studio bandleaders, he’s not even one of the period’s most prodigious recording artists. He wasn’t strictly a jazz musician, so history books left him out of their story.

Still, the man made a lot of great music, which is always enough to spark curiosity. Initial research turned up a modest paper trail. Stillman earned little press coverage or advertising. There are no extant interviews or diaries. No one archived his papers (assuming he had any), produced a career retrospective, or made him a dissertation subject.

A lucky Google search led to his great-grandson, whose father lived with Stillman for the first six years of his life. This gentleman heard stories about his great-grandfather and was happy to shed light on his relative’s life outside the studio and beyond the Jazz Age. He and his father shared a love of music as listeners and performers, a love they traced back to Jack.

Stillman’s passion for music resonated through generations of his family. I felt an echo of that pride talking to his great-grandson. He’d never met Stillman, but he loved talking about “the accomplished musician in the family.” That affection inspired me to keep digging and learn more about those accomplishments.

Studio Dance Bands of the Twenties

Jacob “Jack” Stillman is best known for his records as a bandleader. Musicians like Stillman, his partner Nathan Glantz, Sam Lanin, and Ben Selvin constantly recorded for multiple companies throughout the twenties. Before there were “big bands” touring the country to make swing a household commodity, “dance bands” of eight to ten pieces practically slept in the studio recording thousands of fox trots, one-steps, waltzes, novelty numbers, vocal accompaniments, and everything else a music-loving, dance-crazed public demanded.

The “hot dance” numbers—fast-paced, jazz-infused performances taking greater liberties with the tune while showcasing the players—are probably the most familiar to record collectors. They were just one part of the job, but what a job they did!

Some jazz historians have dismissed hot dance records as poor commercial substitutes for jazz or stylistic rest stops on the way to the real thing. Isolating solos is a popular pastime—like picking the marshmallows out of your cereal because your parents told you they’re the nutritious part. Purists may dump the whole bowl.

Hot dance records didn’t generally set out to alter the soundscape of American music or plumb the human soul; they were made to satisfy a market. They often relied on a circle of versatile ace sidemen. These musicians’ superhuman productivity and the often-lighthearted songs they recorded have emboldened some critic-scholars to reject the music as generic, inauthentic, immature, and maybe even a little seedy. Entertainment may please some people, but they seek art, which should transcend things like collecting a paycheck.

Anyone cashing the checks is long gone, and the pitches and rhythms on the records didn’t earn a dime, so it’s now possible to try the (perhaps socially ignorant or culturally unsophisticated) activity of just listening to the music.  With some patience, aesthetic imagination, and suspension of temporal prejudice, there’s a lot to savor.

Some Red-Hot Work by Stillman

This brings us back to trumpeter, arranger, and bandleader Jack Stillman. Hot dance records are his most well-known and accessible historical document. There are hundreds of them, but “Nobody Knows What a Red Head Mamma Can Do” is as good an introduction as any (and it certainly was for this writer). It’s not Stillman’s arrangement, but it’s easy to hear why it earned him a track on this compilation: it’s an exemplary piece of hot dance music under his leadership.

The catchy tune remains clear. Variations and embellishments never get in the way of humming along or selling the song. Historian David A. Jasen describes American popular music “before Elvis Presley made a song’s performance more important than its publication.” This was when “a song’s popularity was determined not by the number of records it sold but by the number of copies of sheet music sold.” If the song was king, it’s hard to fault these musicians for sticking to it. Ditto for audiences wanting to hear it.

Yet things stay tuneful (rather than monotonous) because the musicians deploy an array of syncopations varying from subtle anticipations of the beat to stretched and clipped phrases. Listeners used to a behind-the-beat swing feel and polyrhythmic experimentation may call it “stiff” or “jerky” (terms many postwar critics apply too frequently). Yet the clearly delineated ground beat and unrelenting rhythmic tension on top of it got people dancing in ballrooms and living rooms nationwide.

This was music unapologetically made for dancing. It had little use for rhythmic displacement. If you’re not swaying your hips to it, you’re probably tapping your foot. This music literally moved people. It’s reductive to dismiss it as a second-rate attempt at copying “real Jazz.” There was simply another rhythmic sensibility at play. In other words, we’re just hearing a different style of music.

There’s also the fascinating sound of pre-Armstrong musicians in a post-ragtime, proto-Redman/Henderson wind and brass ensemble. The most common format heard on records then was a three-person brass section of two trumpets and trombone; two to three saxophonists doubling clarinet and other reeds; and a four-piece rhythm section. The emphasis was on arrangement and collective improvisation. There are dialogs between homophonic brass and sax sections, a sound that still defines “big band jazz” even for casual fans. But this size band—essentially a sextet plus rhythm section—allows for those techniques and other interactions between different voices in the ensemble.

In just under four minutes, “Nobody Knows…” offers brass and saxes trading melody and background accents; gruff trombone fills and wailing clarinet obbligatos a la New Orleans polyphony; creamy sax sections alternating with plummy tenor lead; and jazzy breaks. The vocal and harmonica choruses add even more variety. Stillman even takes over lead trumpet right before the vocal as Hymie Farberman switches from muted to open horn, adding still another shift in texture. Farberman’s solo is far removed from the chordal extemporization that came to define jazz solos. Instead, it’s an exercise in melodic paraphrase, sticking just close enough to the melody so it stays clear while still making it his own.

There are different musical priorities at work in this music. It’s one thing to make multiple choruses of harmonic deconstruction into a personal expression. But how do you make an eight-bar melody statement yours? At a time when the tune was the thing and perhaps a dozen other bands may have been recording the same one, how do you create a unique sound that fits one side of a 78 while selling the song?

There’s no way to know if these questions were on Stillman’s mind or occupying anyone else in the studio. But it’s no stretch to assume he wanted to produce a well-crafted performance. That’s clear from this record’s quality, ingenuity, and charm and others (including all the stuff beyond the borders of hot territory).

Old World Meets Hot Music

On paper, nearly a century later, Stillman may seem like an unlikely source for dance music about a “mama” who knows how to get down. As his great-grandson informed me, he was a devout orthodox Jew. He may have had more conservative sensibilities than those of the roaring post-Victorian popular culture around him. He enjoyed his peak recording years in his forties—not old, but maybe a little mature for pop music. He was also born in late nineteenth-century Ukraine, far from ragtime and jazz’s geographic and cultural roots.   

Of course, Eastern European Jewish immigrants and their descendants had a significant role in American popular music. Scholars continue documenting that group’s influence and challenges and exploring the complex socio-political questions around them. Focusing on the prevalence of studio bandleaders from this community, several of the most prominent studio dance band leaders of the twenties immigrated from Eastern Europe. Ukraine alone produced multiple names that would go on to ubiquity first in American households and then on collectors’ shelves worldwide:

BandleaderBirthplaceYear of Birth
Emil ColemanOdessa, Ukraine1892
Nathan GlantzPodolia region, Ukraine1878
Harry RadermanOdessa, Ukraine1882
Lou GoldŁódź, Poland1885
Sam LaninRussia (location unknown)1891
Mike MarkelsKyev, UkraineImmigrated 1890
Ben SelvinSon of Russian immigrants1898
StillmanBerdychiv, Ukraine1884

Some of these musicians were born abroad but grew up in the United States. Raderman immigrated when he was 11 years old. Lanin was just three. Others, like Stillman, came as adults. Birthplace does not explain every aspect of an individual’s upbringing or creative influences. The complete cultural context and larger connections are a topic of their own. But this common thread between a handful of names who made thousands of popular records is worth noting. It also shows how Stillman’s story encapsulates an entire generation of American musicians while unfolding from a unique vantage point.

Jacob “Jack” Stillman was born in 1884 in Berdychiv, Ukraine. Though Stillman’s naturalization petition shows Kyiv as his birthplace, his great-grandson and several official documents confirm he was born in this smaller city about 120 miles southwest of the Ukrainian capital. Berdychiv was a center of Jewish cultural and religious life. It influenced the birth of the Hasidic sect of Judaism in the seventeenth century. By the turn of the nineteenth century, Jews comprised about 80% of the population. Several renowned Jewish cultural figures (including novelist Joseph Conrad) were born there.

Image of Berdychiv, Ukraine, from the early twentieth century c/o Internet Encyclopedia of Ukraine

Stillman’s hometown also boasted a thriving musical tradition. Perhaps owing to the large Jewish community and the corresponding number of temples, Berdychiv’s cantors were renowned throughout Ukraine. One of the first choral synagogues in the Russian empire opened there in 1850. Like many other Ukrainian cities, Berdychiv also boasted a rich klezmer scene. It’s unclear how Stillman began his musical training or if he participated in these or similar activities. It’s safe to say he grew up in fertile ground for a musical career. Stillman’s great-grandson recalled hearing he had played in the “czar’s band” or some other state/imperial musical ensemble. Sometime before Stillman left for the United States, he and his family lived in Warsaw, Poland, another thriving Jewish metropolis that probably had ample outlets for gaining experience and making money as a musician.

When Stillman immigrated to the United States in 1913, he listed his official occupation as “musician,” implying he was already working professionally. He and his wife had already started a family: all three of their children were born in Ukraine. Stillman’s family may not have joined him for the 10-day journey on the S.S. President Grant when it set sail from Hamburg, Germany. Claiming just sixty dollars to his name at the time (about $1,900 in 2024) and not included in the ship’s passenger manifest with him, Stillman may have had to send for his wife and children later.

He may have first lived with an uncle on Orchard Street in Manhattan’s Lower East Side. By 1915, the whole family was living together in the same neighborhood at 325 East 13th Street. They were still there when Stillman was naturalized as a U.S. citizen a few days before his birthday in 1921.

Volumes of academic research and personal recollections attest to the significance of the Lower East Side as the “capital of Jewish America at the turn of the twentieth century.” Suffice it to say that, between his residence there and his career in the music industry, Stillman was surrounded by people with similar origins and shared identities. That likely helped him make professional as well as personal connections. At the same time, no group is a monolith, and each individual’s experiences, opportunities, and challenges are their own.

In Stillman’s case—someone practicing Orthodox Judaism in a secular industry— it’s unclear if his position affected how he navigated responsibilities at work or in his community. For example, did observing the sabbath prevent him from taking gigs on Friday or Saturday nights? Would the raucous nightlife associated with the period’s popular music have raised more conservative neighbors’ eyebrows? Stillman was both part of and a unique member of a group of artists that, through their records and radio appearances, would gain national relevance in a country that was often intolerant of their ethnicity and faith. Missing work to observe high holidays would be a disadvantage in an already demanding field.

I’m neither personally nor academically qualified to answer these questions. But they remain fascinating issues. They also allow a more nuanced understanding of the man outside the studio.

A Promising Entry into American Music

How Stillman first got into the studio or when he began recording raises more questions. His musical activities right after he arrived in the U.S. are unclear. There was plenty of work in New York City for a young musician. Live gigs may have led to studio work, either from bandmates recommending him to their studio contacts or bandleaders hiring him for record dates. Stillman’s trumpet might be on any of the records and cylinders made at the time.

He managed to get the spotlight for his earliest confirmed recording. “Jack Stillman, cornet solo” is the only performer listed for “The Sunshine of Your Smile” on Edison 80862, recorded April 27, 1920, at Edison’s Manhattan studios in the Knickerbocker building on 42nd Street and Broadway. Judging by its number of recordings, the British song with lyrics by Leonard Cooke and music by Lilian Ray continued to be popular seven years after its publication. This slow, sentimental, old-world love song must have seemed particularly bittersweet for lovers separated during World War I. The Edison release is one of the few instrumental versions from the time.

Stillman is the featured soloist with a light concert orchestra accompaniment behind him. Listeners have noted the marked vibrato in his tone: a “shaky” sound that would identify him on later hot recordings. One brass player describes Stillman’s style as “operatic, like a lyric soprano.” They also hear roots in the Arban method and similarities with Herbert L. Clarke’s solos. Stillman shapes his notes with “miniature crescendos,” which might be a holdover from vocalists of the pre-modern tradition and their frequent use of portamento and swelling dynamics.

This was the only solo disc issued under Stillman’s name. Maybe his sound didn’t appeal to the infamously critical Thomas Edison. He might have been there just to fill the other side of the record. A blurb on new releases in The Birmingham News of April 25 refers to Stillman’s performance as “a companion number” to “When You and I Were Young, Maggie” by Edna White, billed at the time as “the only woman solo trumpeter in the world.”

Either way, from that point, Stillman was mainly associated with dance music on record. He had already published several arrangements. His charts from this period ranged from romantic songs like “I Found a Rose in The Devil’s Garden” and waltzes such as “In My Tippy Canoe” to fox trots poised for hot treatment like “Daddy O’Mine” and “Sweet Mama, Papa’s Getting Mad.” Stillman also arranged novelties with humorous titles ( “”) and exotic-sounding tunes (e.g., “Silver Sands Of Love” and “Cairo Moon”). Several of these compositions were written and published by Fred Fisher, whose numerous song credits include the record-breaking “Dardanella” and still popular “Chicago.” The Tin Pan Alley mover would have been a useful connection early in Stillman’s career.

Stillman first appears in discographies around November 1921 with the Club Royal Orchestra under Clyde Doerr’s leadership. As part of Art Hickman’s San Francisco-based band, Doerr and section mate Bert Ralton were instrumental in developing the format and sound of larger dance ensembles using concerted sax sections. After rising to prominence with Hickman, Doerr led the house band at the Club Royal. The job at the swank New York restaurant and a good word from Paul Whiteman (Doerr’s acquaintance from San Francisco) led to signing the band to make records with Victor.

Working in Doerr’s Club Royal Orchestra was probably an instructive experience in writing for and playing with dance bands. The records focus on Doerr’s saxophone, but “All That I Need Is You” from December 1921 offers a good Stillman spotting. The clear, bright lead trumpet with the buzzy tone is a good example of what may have earned him work. Stillman ties together the ensemble without blaring over them. He also projects through the acoustic surface of the record. Discussing trumpeters of the time, historian and musician Andrew Homzy lists “good intonation, consistency, and endurance [as] qualities very much in demand when trumpeters played in clubs and dance halls for hours end-to-end, night-after-night, and were then expected to play perfectly for a recording session the next morning.”

The Hebrew Standard of October 20, 1922, reported him “rendering” musical selections at a party at the Institutional Synagogue on the west side. This may have been a one-off job, but Stillman may have provided similar entertainment at other venues.

He seems to have left Doerr by the middle of 1922. Working with Bob Haring throughout 1923 was likely another enlightening gig. Haring was already one of the most in-demand arrangers of the twenties. In addition to producing hundreds of orchestrations in several styles, he would eventually become music director for Cameo Records—a prodigious and now beloved source of “dime store dance” records. Metronome even gave him a regular column to provide guidance on arranging. Stillman must have learned a few things from their “modern orchestra specialist.”

In addition to these sides, Stillman subbed on a pair of sides with New Jersey-based bandleader Paul Victorin for his Edison session in June 1923. He delivers another clear, firm lead with a noticeable shake at phrase endings. On “Louisville Lou,” we hear his take on low-down “dirty” tone effects. It’s more a flutter than a growl, but it adds color and personality beyond just reading the chart. He stretches out even more on the last chorus of “Carolina Mammy,” propelling the ensemble while varying the theme and preserving the pulse and the tune. If these variations were written into the arrangement, he made them his own

Stillman’s straight eighth notes, arpeggiated fills, crisp phrasing, and tense rhythmic feel show obvious ragtime influences. Historians sometimes reduce the “rag-a-jazz” of Stillman and similar players to a transitional style or write it off as “old-fashioned.” There’s a tendency to treat jazz history as a fast-moving vehicle: musicians were either hip enough to ride or got left behind. Progress may help organize narratives, but the concept doesn’t necessarily reflect the reality of working musicians.

About a month before Stillman and Victorin recorded together, King Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band with young Louis Armstrong waxed their first records. Those musicians and their fellow New Orleanians living in Chicago were already having a huge impact on the continuum of regional styles and musical idioms that would be defined as “jazz.” The formation of jazz into a distinct art form is another rich topic far beyond this article or writer. Louis Armstrong’s influence alone is worth endless appreciation. Suffice it to say that, in subsequent histories, that music would supplant anything else previously called “jazz.”

Yet Stillman arrived in the United States in 1913. He witnessed ragtime’s heyday and its decline. He was probably still playing ragtime or ragtime-influenced repertoire even as the blues craze was in full effect during the early twenties. It’s safe to say that Stillman and other musicians of the time were exposed to a wide range of music. They synthesized nascent jazz and blues alongside other genres in their professional portfolio on top of other musical foundations. But they didn’t necessarily discard what they already heard. A century later, Stillman may not sound like what we expect from a “jazz trumpeter.” Disliking how a Ukrainian immigrant in New York during the twenties plays the trumpet is a matter of taste, which everyone is entitled to. Yet expecting them to sound like a New Orleans transplant working in Chicago is unfair.

Discographer and musician Javier Soria Laso (who compiled a definitive Jack Stillman discography alongside this article) points out that Stillman joined trombonist Harry Raderman’s group as trumpeter and staff arranger by late 1923. He stayed with the trombonist and bandleader through November of the following year.

Odessa-born Raderman was active in the thriving New York Yiddish music scene before becoming popular through his “laughing trombone” and work with Ted Lewis. His recordings as a bandleader include fascinating examples of different musical influences cross-pollinating. As just one example, musicologist Henry Sapoznik points out “Song of Omar” with Raderman playing the doina—“the DNA of Yiddish music”—in a duet with clarinetist Pinchas Glantz (a relative of Stillman’s future partner).

Stillman’s arrangements for Raderman feature novel ensemble touches that don’t seem part of the publishers’ stock arrangements, such as the brass and saxes in humorous stuttering dialogs on “Ev’rything You Do.” “Louise,” from the same session, shows off warm reed textures. Ascending chromatic figures add momentum and texture to “Mandy, Make Up Your Mind.” That arrangement also integrates Raderman’s signature trombone sound as a lead voice and in background riffs, while“ Driftwood” assigns the laughing lines to the saxes alongside cascading phrases answering the vocalist. These may have been “special” arrangements for the Raderman band or examples of Stillman doctoring arrangements with new ideas. Either way, they sound like the work of a skilled arranger who knew how to tailor music for the band.

With Raderman, Stillman also began showing his knack for arranging waltzes. Waltzes are sometimes a tough sell for jazz-focused collectors and listeners, but audiences at this time enjoyed a varied musical diet. Benny Goodman recalled older couples requesting waltzes well into the swing era. Like any other musical genre, if we don’t expect them to “do” the same things as jazz records, dance band waltzes reveal interesting musical ideas.

Stillman’s charts for Raderman capitalize on the contrast of Larry Abbott’s golden soprano sax wrapping countermelodies and obbligatos around Raderman’s gruff trombone. “Kiss Me Goodnight” plays wah-wah brass effects against the more straight-laced waltz. The side also features a floating, broad-toned “hotel band” tenor in the lead, a simple but effective voice that comes up in both fast numbers and waltzes arranged by Stillman. It sounds like he really enjoyed the sound of tenor sax with a clarinet or soprano sax providing harmonies and counterpoint above it.

Work with Raderman must have benefitted Stillman in several ways. Recording with a popular bandleader probably paid well. It likely also provided valuable experience as an arranger and a trumpeter. Raderman might have shown Stillman how to organize and direct record sessions. At the same time, most of these sides were made for Edison, allowing him to make further inroads with the label. Raderman likely introduced Stillman to his cousin, saxophonist Nathan Glantz. Glantz and Stillman became close musical partners, frequently playing on each other’s sides with the same circle of studio musicians, using Stillman’s arrangements.

Hot Dance, Stillman Style

Jack Stillman’s first record session under his name took place on November 25, 1924, for Edison. He kicked off his long career as a studio bandleader with a pair of exemplary hot dance sides.

Hymie Farberman’s snappy lead trumpet boots both pop tunes into hot territory. Helen Clark and Joseph Philips’s vocal duet on “To-morrow’s Another Day” may have been lifted straight from the revue Artists and Models of 1924, but the rest of the arrangement sounds like it was made for this session; it’s unlikely the pit band banjoist went this hard or the instrumental soloists got this much space on Broadway.

“That’s My Girl” is just as melodic and danceable. Its stop-time banjo chorus bursts into a wild collective improvisation before Arthur Hall’s vocal.

Somehow, it all fits together. The jazzier elements of the record sound less like subterfuge and more like an exchange of approaches to the source material. This is an eight-minute musical variety show for people spending their hard-earned money on a record.

Stillman and his family had moved to Brooklyn at some point before 1925. Jack and Lena would stay in their home on 54th Street off 11th Avenue for the rest of their lives. The Borough Park neighborhood already included a large population of Orthodox Jews (and is now home to the largest Hasidic community in the United States). Music kept Stillman busy, but he and Lena still found time to volunteer at their synagogue frequently.

By the mid-twenties, Stillman was leading, arranging, and playing trumpet for his recording bands, on Glantz’s sessions, and with other groups. Abel Green’s record reviews column for Variety of March 1926 mentions Stillman as one of the “staple recording orchestras” in the business. Just a year earlier, in the same column, he was a “new Edison recorder!”

It’s unknown how many professional commitments Stillman had outside the studio. Stillman’s daughter told his great-grandson that Jack led a band in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, “where he also recorded,” suggesting he had a regular gigging band. But the timeline is uncertain. The only record of a live performance from this time is the Jewish Daily News reporting Stillman’s band providing music for a dance hosted by Young Judea of New York at the Waldorf Astoria in October 1926.

As the discography shows, Stillman didn’t record daily, but he came close—and was often waxing sides for more than one label in a day! A survey of Stillman’s prodigious recorded output is beyond the scope of this article. It would require a book of its own. Yet a few sounds and individuals stand out—starting with his trumpet.

By the mid-twenties, Louis Armstrong was introducing a virtuosic approach to jazz trumpet while revolutionizing American popular music’s concept of rhythm. But Stillman’s seemingly unflashy style has its own merits. His prominent vibrato and bright tone are distinct even through century-old, acoustically recorded surfaces.

Charleston of the Evening” reveals a strong, confident lead. Phrases throb over the ensemble. A slight but deliciously nasal edge to his sound adds intensity and color. Tweedle-Dee, Tweedle-Doo with pianist-arranger Bill Perry shows off Stillman’s ringing middle register in a small group setting. It’s also an excellent example of how New York-based combos approached the New Orleans small group style. Stillman’s clipped attack dials up the intensity of records like “I’d Rather Be the Girl in Your Arms.” Critics sometimes pan the staccato articulation of pre-Armstrong players as a holdover from military bands. But it’s as valid as any influence and adds a distinctly tense feel.

He wasn’t the only bandleader of the period to perform on records. He was clearly more than just competent. Yet there’s less of Stillman’s trumpet on record as the twenties progressed. Other players got most of the audible space on record, with a few names popping up regularly in the studio with Stillman and his co-director Nathan Glantz. Their technical skill and ability to turn out performance after performance in various styles—as hot or sweet as the music demanded—with polish and efficiency is impressive. But each was a unique stylist.

Trumpeter Earle Oliver’s big steely sound, slashing articulation, and distinct growl are an intriguing foil for Hymie Farberman’s approach. Listen to Oliver’s zig-zagging paraphrase of “Dreaming of a Castle in the Air” or how he shreds through the funny little ditty “The King Isn’t King Anymore.” Compare it with Farberman’s crisp attack and subtler sense of syncopation. When Stillman shares lead or solo responsibilities with other trumpeters on the same side—like Farberman for “Nobody Knows What a Red Head Mamma Can Do” or alongside Andy Bossen’s careening lines on “I’m Knee Deep in Daisies” with Charlie Fry—it adds even more color and contrast.

Larry Abbott’s reed doubling and hours in the studio were Herculean even by the period’s high standards. He displayed golden tone and mellifluous phrasing across soprano, alto, and tenor saxophones (for example, respectively, on “Louise,” “Italian Rose,” and “I Found A Way To Love You). But he could turn just as hot on any horn. His tumbling clarinet obbligatos enlivened perhaps hundreds of collective ensembles, and he made the bass clarinet a compelling solo instrument.

Nickname aside, reedman Ken “Goof” Moyer was a solid hot player, even with obvious novelty touches. His cavernous, burbling baritone saxophone is instantly recognizable—for example, following his clarinet outburst on the Stillman original “Come On and Do Your Red Hot Business” or floating into his lead on “I’d Rather Be the Girl in Your Arms.”


Radio Wave [Tulsa, Oklahoma] on February 13, 1936

Banjoist Harry Reser was a bona fide virtuoso playing with a rocksteady beat and an array of string textures. He could become a rhythm section unto himself: listen to the percussive strokes and cross accents on “I Want You Back Old Pal.” John Cali was Stillman and Glantz’s other preferred banjoist, adding his light but propulsive roll and strum. Banjoists like these exemplify why musicians wanted that instrument in their rhythm section (beyond practical considerations of acoustics and recording technology).

Trombonists Ephriam Hannaford and Sammy Lewis had the disadvantage of being born outside New Orleans and playing at the same time as Miff Mole. They’re virtually forgotten outside of twenties music aficionados. So much for the verdict of posterity! Lewis’s blustery paraphrases and well-timed fills between the top voices show a gifted ensemble player, like on “By the Light of the Stars” or “Show Me the Way to Go Home.” Ten years Lewis’s senior, Hannaford plays with a more ragtime-influenced rhythmic sense, for example, in his lines under the ensemble on “Alabamy Bound.” His darker sound also gives an august feel to straight melody statements like those on Gennett’s instrumental version of “I’m in Love with You.”

from Jacobs Band Monthly of May 1921

Several other musicians were often in the studio with Stillman, but Nathan Glantz appeared on more records with him than anyone. He frequently played multiple instruments on the same side, including all the standard saxophones, clarinet, and bass clarinet plus flute on occasion and even oboe. A hundred years later, it’s easy to pick out Glantz’s ripe, bright, vibrato-laden saxophone. History has not been kind to his distinct sound. If he even gets mentioned, it’s often as a joke, and the speaker is usually laughing at—not with—Glantz. When I mention enjoying Glantz’s playing, responses range from incredulity to disgust (like telling someone you savor a good olive loaf).

There’s no point arguing taste, but it shouldn’t be a factor in historical analysis. The fact is that Glantz gives a fascinating peak into the intersection of ragtime, jazz, show music, light classical and parlor repertoire, possible conservatory training, klezmer, and everything else a Russian immigrant born over twenty years before the turn of the century who lived and performed in New York City might have been exposed to. Nearly a century later, we can dismiss him as a poor facsimile of an art form just beginning to crystallize around him. Or we can try to hear a whole other musical artifact, neither able to nor interested in sounding like the names now chiseled onto anthologies and syllabi.

Walter Kahn, trumpet; David Raderman, drums; Nathan Glantz, saxophone; “Papa” Glantz,bass; Harry Giantz, trumpet; Lou Raderman, violin; Harry Scharf, piano; Harry Raderman, trombone. From New Amberola Graphic of summer 1980

Despite appearing together on many records, not much is known about Stillman and Glantz’s professional relationship. They might have met through Glantz’s cousin, Harry Raderman. The details of their partnership—who booked which sessions for what labels, whether they worked on arrangements in the studio or beforehand, what happened to the thousands of pages of sheet music that crossed their stands—are now lost to history. Glantz received much more press coverage than Stillman, but it rarely mentions Stillman.

Billboard magazine of February 1926 sheds some light on their partnership:

“Comedy recorders split: A lot of the lads who record are mourning the split of a famous team: Jack Stillman, the trumpet-arranger, and Nathan Glantz, he of the laughing saxophone. The ‘boys,’ often referred to as the ‘Weber and Fields of the recording laboratories,’ decided to steer clear of each other after an altercation in one of the cutting rooms recently. They provided many laughs for musicians on the date with them, and the boys are hoping they’ll patch up their differences real soon.”

Besides their position as major employers, the report describes Stillman and Glantz maintaining a pleasant atmosphere in the studio. That’s not an easy task in session after session, take after take. Their split may have only temporarily troubled studio players. Judging by the sound of the records, Stillman and Glantz seem to have quickly patched things up and gotten back to work.


Bridgeport Telegram [Connecticut] of October 22, 1924

Above all, these musicians were ensemble players. Solos were an extension of the group (not the centerpiece of the performance). The different permutations of personnel led to spirited playing and intriguing sounds. These records belie the image of faceless studio drones operating a musical assembly line or creative artists straitjacketed by written music. In fact, the records range from charming to lush to wild. They’re always melodic and rhythmic in their own fashion.

There are too many ear-catching touches to catalog here, but here are a few (personal) highlights from Stillman’s dance band discography:

  • Hot brass introduction to and register shifts between sections on “Zulu Sue
  • The Don Redman-like clarinet trio in “A Little Bungalow
  • Hello, Aloha” with Moyer’s Hawaiian guitar effect on soprano sax followed by Stillman’s powerful lead and Moyer’s hot bass clarinet
  • Writing for soprano sax duo behind the vocal on “When You Do What You Do”
  • Farberman’s raspy tone and Glantz’s dirty clarinet imparting society band bluesiness on “I Ain’t Got Nobody To Love
  • Saxes leading a stop-time chorus in Charleston rhythm on “One Smile
  • Soprano sax and violin adding an ethereal sound, which also shows off the ensemble’s balance and dynamics, on the waltz “Silver Moon

In addition to writing his own arrangements, Stillman often revised music publishers’ stock arrangements and added new material. “Doctoring” stocks could set the band apart, while others stuck to the often straightforward published chart.

Musicologist Jeffrey Magee lists instrumental substitution, adding sections for soloists, and rhythmic variation as some “typical doctoring techniques” used by arrangers. Stillman used these techniques while also writing new introductions, codas, and modulatory passages. He also skillfully moved around sections of the stock arrangement for greater impact. Stillman’s care for his work and ear for showcasing the band are on display in touches like bumping up Arthur Lange’s final chorus on “Paddlin’ Madelin’ Home” to the middle of the chart, making room for Earle Oliver’s hot trumpet for the conclusion.

In addition to his prodigious arranging, Stillman also composed several original tunes. Perry Armagnac (in “An Introduction to the Perfect Dance Series and Race Series Catalog” from Record Research 51/52 of June 1963) singles out Stillman’s compositional output on Pathé and Perfect:

“This Perfect catalog includes a considerable number of tunes (many of them quite listenable) not to be found on any other company’s labels. Often the composer credits of these unfamiliar tunes reveal them to be ‘originals’ by members of the band that made the recordings. The largest single contributor in this class may have been Jack Stillman with D. Onivas [an alias for Domenico Savino] a possible runner-up.”

Many tunes weren’t copyrighted, suggesting they may have been written specifically for the record date. Sometimes, the composer is listed as “Tronson” or “Fronson.” Stillman was equally gifted writing peppy but sweet pop songs like “Give Me Your Heart” and “Rainy Day” as well as catchy dance numbers like “Charleston of the Evening.”

The labyrinth of labels, record companies, band aliases, matrices, control numbers, and other data can be another obstacle to decoding the world of twenties hot dance music. However, public demand for dance music and a recording industry that didn’t demand exclusivity from artists meant musicians like Stillman were heard in homes nationwide—even if residents didn’t always know who was creating the music.

It also means modern listeners can appreciate multiple performances from the Jack Stillman songbook. In some cases, there are different arrangements with varying alterations between recordings. Other records offer slight but effective differences, such as the unique sound of hot sleigh bells on Gennett’s “Cooler Hot” or the slightly faster version of “Any Blues” on Oriole swapping clarinet for Reserphone in the last bridge. Multi-instrumentalist, bandleader, and historian Colin Hancock’s compilation of Jack Stillman’s Red Hot Recording Bands features many Stillman originals, and it’s an ideal playlist for appreciating Stillman’s talents.

Versatility was crucial in Stillman’s business. In addition to leading and arranging for dance bands, he worked in multiple genres, including folk and Yiddish stage music (which he may have had some personal connection to). In 1928, the Kammen brothers sheet music firm published Stillman’s folio of Jewish dance arrangements. He also arranged a collection of themes by comic actor Ludwig Satz. There are likely other examples of Stillman’s work in this area awaiting discovery.

In Film and Theater

According to Henry Levine, Stillman concentrated on arranging by the end of the twenties. An advertisement for a show at the RKO Theatre on October 3, 1930, includes his name. It’s one of the few printed mentions of him at a live performance. Red McKenzie’s Mound City Blue Blowers shared the bill, but Stillman was likely conducting the orchestra accompanying dancer Ann Pennington.

By the next decade, Stillman may have sought other musical opportunities for his talents. With the Great Depression in full force, he might have wanted an additional source of income. Motion pictures would have satisfied both goals. He’d been involved in film music as far back as 1926 when he arranged “Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!” for a cartoon of the same name from pioneer animator Max Fleischer. Film preservationist Ken Regez notes that this synchronized sound short predates Walt Disney’s “Steamboat Willie” by two years. Stillman also conducted the Harold Veo orchestra as it played for viewers to “ follow the bouncing ball” and sing along with the pro-Union Civil War anthem. He also turns up as an assistant director and organist (!) for the 1929 Columbia Krazy Kat short “Slow Beau.”

Stillman may have contributed to other animated shorts. When queried, a Fleischer Studios archivist explained that early cartoons rarely included detailed credits and most records from this period are lost. Stillman’s versatility as an arranger, knack for concise peppy instrumentals, and ability to efficiently deliver them while directing bands would have made him a shoo-in for this work. Relatives told Stillman’s great-grandson that Jack also wrote scores for silent live-action films, though the titles are unknown.

Records of his film work start appearing after the introduction of sound in movies. In September 1934, trades began reporting that Stillman was heading the newly founded “Sov-Am [likely a portmanteau of ‘Soviet’ and ‘American’] Film Corporation,” a Manhattan-based production company specializing in Yiddish films. Stillman must have thought this market was promising enough to try the production side of the business. He may have also appreciated another way to entertain his community. Filmmaking turned out to be a short-term venture. Stillman would oversee just two movies with Sov-Am.

Di Yungt fun Ruslund (“The Youth of Russia”) was the only Yiddish talkie released in 1934. It opened at the Clinton Theater, which film critic James Hoberman described as one of the first Manhattan theaters to show Yiddish feature films (and a “run-down, cavernous” venue in “one of the most congested and clamorous areas of the Lower East Side”). Di Yungt fun Ruslund ran for just two weeks with limited showings at other theaters. Stillman was also credited as the film’s music director. He likely arranged and conducted the movie’s 20-minute montage of “traditional prayers, Russian dances, and folk ballads.” The film is now lost.

The following year, Bar Mitsve didn’t fare much better despite featuring Yiddish theater star Boris Thomashefsky in his only onscreen speaking role. Hoberman cited this film as a good example of shund: “an inept mishmash, vulgar display, mass-produced trifle, or sentimental claptrap” (though theater historian Nahma Sandrow described this subgenre as “the first artform to express the distinctively American Yiddish community”). Bar Mitsve lasted just two weeks in U.S. theaters but made it to Poland, where Yiddish talkies were rare. It was still playing two years later. Bar Mitsve featured plenty of diegetic music likely scored and conducted by Stillman.

After leaving Sov-Am, he continued making music for films including Vu iz Mayn Kind (“Where is My Child”) and Di Heylige Shvue (“The Holy Oath”) in 1937 and his former Sov-Am partner Henry Lynn’s Di Kraft Fun (“The Power of Life”) in 1938.

Stillman’s film credits disappear after this point. Maybe he didn’t enjoy the film business or wanted to pursue more lucrative work. The outbreak of World War II would bring the Yiddish film industry to a close just as it began flourishing. It’s possible Stillman saw the writing on the wall.

On the other hand, Yiddish theater was a beloved part of life for Jews in New York City through the middle of the century. Scholar and historian Edna Nahson explains that “Second Avenue became a ‘Yiddish Broadway’ where over 1.5 million first- and second-generation Eastern European Jewish immigrants came to celebrate their culture and to learn about urban life in the city…via cutting-edge dramas, operettas, comedies, musical comedies, and avant-garde political and art theater.”

Stillman and his family probably attended shows. He may have worked in some of the theaters. But on May 10, 1940, when the National Theater reopened as “America’s only Yiddish vaudeville house,” “Jack Stillman’s orchestra” was part of the bill. The venue on East Houston Street off of Second Avenue would be his primary gig for the remainder of his life.

Courtesy/copyright of the Fraydale Oysher Yiddish Theatre Collection at Ohio State University

Opened by Boris Thomashefsky in 1912, seating roughly 2,000 in its auditorium plus another 1,000 patrons in its rooftop theater, the National Theatre initially focused on dramatic works. Upon reopening, the venue shifted its programming to comedies, musicals, revues, single acts, and Yiddish films. Thomashefsky might have had Stillman in mind after working with him on Bar Mitsve.

Offering entertainment all day, the National must have kept Stillman busy as both musical director and the composer of several shows. His work was popular enough to earn him billing in ads featuring the stage stars booked at the National. Plus, he kept volunteering. Ads for a victory bond fundraiser dance sponsored by the Berdychiv landsmanshaft (social organization) proudly announce “music by our countryman Jack Stillman and his band.”


Forverts [The Forward] on December 8, 1945

The YIVO Institute for Jewish Research has an extensive archive of records from the Hebrew Actors’ Union. That includes pages from Jack Stillman’s arrangements for the theater from 1945 until his death. Most of the song titles are in Yiddish, and most song folios are incomplete, filled with random parts for various brass, reed, string, and rhythm section instruments. It’s also unclear whether Stillman or a copyist wrote these manuscripts. Yet they’re one of the few original documents left behind by this talented musician.

Stillman’s death certificate reports he died of a heart attack on May 10, 1947, at around 11:00 p.m. in a “theater” at 111 Houston Street. Given his prodigious output, varied career, and evident work ethic, it’s no surprise that he passed away at work in the National.

Mount Judah Cemetery in Queens. Image courtesy of findagrave.com

Stillman’s Story

Jacob and Lena Stillman’s headstone inscriptions say it all: a quill pen with paper and a piano flank a trumpet suspended over a pair of hands holding a baton in front of a musical score. Musician and bandleader (as well as living patron saint of this era’s music) Vince Giordano notes that the music on the score is “Hatikvah,” the national anthem of the Zionist movement at the time and then the state of Israel. This was also the couple’s headstone. Lena may have also been a musician or simply shared her husband’s love of music and pride in his heritage.

People don’t mark their final resting place thoughtlessly. Stillman’s headstone is a monument to how much his music and his faith meant to him. It’s also a reminder of the talent and rich lives behind the discographical data. Stillman’s story spans imperial Russia, Tin Pan Alley, and Yiddish Broadway, among other cultural sites. It’s a story about incredible musical gifts and hard work. Given the symbolism of music, faith, and marriage, it’s also a love story.

Music history leaves a lot of music and musicians out of history. That’s the way it goes for many in the business. But latter-day obscurity rarely reflects ability or passion. It certainly doesn’t have to be the whole story. It turns out that Jack Stillman occupied a fascinating place in music history. This is far from a complete story. Many facts still need finding, connections are waiting to be made, and there is always more to say about the music.

Sources and Thanks (in Alphabetical Order)

  • American Dance Bands on Record and Film by Johnson and Shirley
  • Bridge of Light: Yiddish Film Between Two Worlds by J. Hoberman
  • Discography of American Historical Recordings online
  • Forverts (newspaper) archive online
  • Fraydale Oysher Yiddish Theatre Collection at Ohio State University
  • Harbinger and Echo: The Soundscape of the Yiddish-American Film Musical (doctoral dissertation) by Rachel Hannah Weiss
  • Henry Levine and the Recording Trumpets by J.W. Freeman with Levine
  • Holocaust and Remembrance in Berdychiv (Ukrainian Center for Holocaust Studies)
  • In Search of Berdychiv” by Stuart Allen
  • Jack Stillman: An Annotated Discography by Javier Soria Laso
  • The Jazz Discography (online) by Tom Lord
  • Jews and Jazz Before the Beginning”  by Henry Sapoznik (lecture at the Yiddish Book Center)
  • Klezmer: Jewish Music from Old World to Our World by Sapoznik
  • Laughter Through Tears: The Yiddish Cinema by Judith N. Goldberg
  • Leonard Kunstadt’s notes and diaries held by the Institute of Jazz Studies at Rutgers University
  • National Center for Jewish Film archives online
  • New York’s Yiddish Theater: From the Bowery to Broadway by Edna Nahson
  • Records of the Hebrew Actors’ Union online at YIVO Institute for Jewish Research
  • Ken Regez’s silvershowcase.net
  • Tin Pan Alley by David Jasen
  • Ukraine is the Cradle of Klezmer Music…” by Andrii Levchenko
  • Uncrowned King of Swing: Fletcher Henderson and Big Band Jazz by Jeffrey Magee
  • Visions, Images, and Dreams: Yiddish Film Past and Present by Eric A. Goldman
  • Within Our Gates: Ethnicity in American Feature Films, 1911-1960 by Alan Gevinson
  • Miscellaneous newspapers, magazines, other periodicals, public records, family documents, and other materials accessed through ancestry.com, archive.org, findagrave.com, newspapers.com, and New York City municipal records online

Thanks to Vince Giordano for his advice on sources; “BH” for taking the time to tell me about his great-grandfather; Colin Hancock for his musician’s insights into these players and sharing Stillman sides; Javier Soria Laso for his considerable knowledge and patience while creating the definitive Jack Stillman discography, and “AK” for providing his perspective as a brass player. Thanks to Michael Steinman for all his editorial expertise and encouragement and Nick Dellow for commenting on my early drafts.

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A Stan King Playlist

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Like most early jazz drummers, Stan King was not well served by technology. He first appeared on hundreds of sessions with the California Ramblers, including the band’s numerous offshoots for different labels, starting in the early twenties. Acoustic recording techniques at that time limited the equipment that drummers could use, and the technology wasn’t kind to what remained of the kit. King does manage to burst out of the Five Birmingham Babies (a.k.a. the California Ramblers) on “Arkansas” and bang out some springy drum rudiments on Ray Kitchingham’s banjo:

Unfortunately, outbursts like this one were rare. King didn’t use the standard acoustically sanctioned percussion (like cymbals and blocks) as much as his contemporaries Zutty Singleton, Baby Dodds, and Chauncey Morehouse. So despite all the records, it’s hard to hear what or how King was playing early on his career. Either way, it got him plenty of work! He must have been doing something worth hearing.

Based on slightly later recordings, it involved plenty of snare drum. Jazz drumming now often tends to emphasize metal as the primary beat maker. Yet as “Broken Idol” with the Ramblers shows, King could move a band with “just” drum skins. It’s a pity he was so skilled with what amounted to kryptonite for most recording engineers of the twenties:

Aside from a few cymbal crashes, the “exotic” blocks, and tom-toms, King’s main rhythmic medium here is his snare and bass drum. He keeps up a simple but buoyant bounce alongside Tommy Felline’s banjo and then steps out behind Pete Pumiglio’s red hot alto sax solo. The brushes are pure momentum, more than compensating for Ward Lay’s slightly ponderous tuba. There’s none of the military-style heft that so many historians associate with prewar, snare-centric jazz drumming.

King’s work with Frank Trumbauer’s orchestra demonstrates his light but propulsive touch on drum heads while never drawing too much attention to the wheels moving the band. “Futuristic Rhythm” includes a head-bobbing rhythm in the first chorus and percolating accompaniment to the leader’s vocal and cymbals behind Bix Beiderbecke:

King’s airtight press rolls and last chorus backbeat on “I Like That” (a.k.a. “Loved One“) are simple, impeccably timed, and very effective:

Listening to King nearly 60 years later, renowned drummer Mel Lewis pointed to King’s “clean” style with definite praise. A crisp, precise, and utterly unobtrusive approach defines King’s style more than any part of the drum set. He was above all an ensemble player who rarely soloed but always made sure that the band was “well fed” (to paraphrase bass sage Walter Page describing the role of the rhythm section).

With the Charleston Chasers, King leaves most of the rhythmic heavy lifting on “Loveable and Sweet” and “Red Hair and Freckles” (what were these guys thinking about on this session?) to pianist Arthur Schutt and bassist Joe Tarto:

Dancers and jazz aficionados may not be listening for King’s sizzling brushes and tapping rims or how his drums click in with Tarto’s bass to produce a deliciously buzzy sonority or for his simple but firm beat. Listening to those touches reveals how subtly King could color and catalyze a band. It also points to an attention to detail and a knack for musical nuance that might not be heard could be felt. For example, while many drummers use press rolls, and King relied on them throughout his career, the way that he loosens his press rolls up behind Tommy Dorsey’s trumpet solo on “Hot Heels” with Eddie Lang makes a difference:

Audio wizard, historian, and trombonist David Sager recalls an “old-time drummer” he met at a gig in California “who nearly shouted when he said, ‘Stan King had the best press roll in the business!’” King’s press rolls with none other than Louis Armstrong on Seger Ellis’ “S’Posin” might not impress on their own, but Armstrong scholar Ricky Riccardi explains that “Armstrong liked loud, emphatic drumming, and he obviously dug what King was putting down.”

[Listen to “S’Posin” via Riccardi’s outstanding blog here, and subscribe while you’re at it.]

According to Richard Sudhalter, King didn’t read music. His “natural drive and quick ear” were enough to make him one of the most in-demand drummers in New York during the twenties and thirties, performing with Paul Whiteman, Jean Goldkette, the Boswell Sisters, Ben Selvin, the Dorsey Brothers, and Benny Goodman among others. A session directed by bass saxophonist Adrian Rollini finds King with the cream of the New York jazz crop at that time on standards such as” Sugar” and  “Davenport Blues”:

On “Somebody Loves Me,” King lays out behind George Van Eps’s solo, which allows the guitar to get heard and changes up the ensemble texture, but digs in behind Goodman’s clarinet and Arthur Rollini’s tenor saxophone while easing back behind trumpeter Mannie Klein and trombonist Jack Teagarden. It’s a model of sensitive, rhythmic jazz drumming (or “dance band” drumming, depending on one’s preferred pigeonhole):

King could also turn up the heat on his own. On “The Man From The South” with Rube Bloom, he locks in with Adrian Rollini, tossing out fast snappy fills and bearing down just a little harder behind Goodman before making room for Rollini’s solo:

On “Here Comes Emily Brown”—again with the Charleston Chasers but without Joe Tarto’s booming slap bass—King add a sizzle to his shuffle behind Tommy Dorsey’s trombone while his cowbell accents practically kick Benny Goodman from behind. Fills and backbeat on the out chorus also boot the ensemble:

King even gets some spotlight in a call and response episode with the ensemble on “Freeze and Melt” with Lang:

Occasionally, King would get away from a steady beat and toss out unexpected accents and syncopations, for example early on his career behind Bobby Davis’ alto solo on “That Certain Party” with the Goofus Five (a.k.a. the California Ramblers):

or his offbeat rim “bombs” behind Jimmy Dorsey’s alto on “You’re Lucky To Me”:

Yet it’s all within the context of the band. Record after record shows King to be a clean, precise, utterly musical drummer. His preferred instrumentation may have limited his recorded legacy, and his unflashy style may have hindered his historical one. Singer Helen Ward, speaking about King’s tenure with Benny Goodman’s band, said “we called him strictly a society type of musician. Everything he played was ‘boom-cha, boom-cha.’ There was no fire there.” Goodman described King as “merely adequate.”

The entry for King in the Encyclopedia of Popular Music describes “an exceptionally good dance band drummer with meticulous time [whose] jazz work always left something to be desired. Listening to, for example, Goodman’s recordings in late 1934 will reveal how King’s playing never lifts the band in the way Gene Krupa did when he took over as drummer…” John Chilton describes Louis Armstrong’s “I’m Putting All My Eggs In One Basket” as a “typical example of [King’s] somewhat foursquare playing:

King isn’t Krupa, Dodds, Sid Catlett (or for that matter Elvin Jones), but it’s easy to imagine any of those players taking the same approach that King does given the thin material, flimsy arrangement, and the fact that this is really Armstrong’s show. Riccardi astutely points out King’s “tasty” accents during Armstrong’s opening trumpet chorus and the fact that “relaxation is the key” here. There’s a difference between playing stiffly and playing appropriately, a difference King was more than experienced enough to understand.

In the stylistic wake of louder, better-recorded, and busier drummers, it is easy to overlook someone like King, who performed an essential role seamlessly and without drawing attention to his work. What some overlook, others celebrated. Drummer Chauncey Morehouse would praise King for his solid time years after his colleague’s death. When Morehouse led his own date playing his patented N’Goma drums, he chose King to handle traps duty.  Fud Livingston thought King was “the world’s greatest drummer!” Saxophonist and historian Loren Schoenberg noted how King continued to get work despite his well-known status as a “fall-down drunk.” It didn’t seem to matter: King got the job done.

Jazz historian Scott Yanow, who credited King for his “fresh” sound, explains that King’s alcoholism finally did get the best of him. King eventually took a low-key job with former California Ramblers sideman Chauncey Grey before fading from attention and passing away in 1949. King made his last recordings ten year earlier, with pianist (and fellow victim of alcoholism) Bob Zurke. “I’ve Found A New Baby” wasn’t the last thing King recorded but it provides explosive closure:

Fud Livingston’s arrangement gives King and the rest of the band plenty of room. King is a force of nature, crisp and light as always but distinctly forward in the mix, perhaps the influence of what Krupa and Chick Webb were bringing to the table at the time. King still remains his own man, with press rolls in first chorus and rim shots and backbeats egging on Zurke’s contrapuntal flurries and Sterling Bose’s trumpet. At a time when most drummers were emphasizing cymbals and a steady horizontal flow, King stuck to skins and a charging but tight vertical feel. He had something unique to contribute and put the needs of the band first. That certainly sounds like a jazz drummer, or maybe a just a good band drummer, but definitely a drummer worth hiring and hearing.

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Bennie Moten’s Sax Soloists

Here’s the second and final part of my discussion of Bennie Moten’s pre-1930 sax section…

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The range of ensemble colors is directly proportional to the sum of instrumental voices, so that more players equal more instruments and therefore more orchestral possibilities.

At first glance it seems like simple musical mathematics, borne out by jazz history: big bands developed from Jazz Age tentets to the fifteen-piece plus ensembles that are now industry standard. The saxophone section alone started as a three-man operation. Now five players (two altos, two tenors and a baritone) is the norm. The math says that three horns can’t produce the same variety as five, and history paints these changes as a natural and inevitable evolution. Usually the underlying assumption here is that twenties bandleaders were either bad at orchestral arithmetic or good with a bottom line. The idea that musicians just chose the right sidemen and did a lot with what was only later deemed “a little” rarely enters the equation.

For example, Bennie Moten’s sax section does usually stick to the two altos plus tenor arrangement that was standard for most twenties bands. Yet whatever this section may lack in terms of variety as a concerted unit, it more than makes up for in solo permutations. Harlan Leonard, Woody Walder and Jack Washington each play with distinct, contrasting styles. Factor in different approaches to different types of musical material as well as instrumental doubling, and you get a surprisingly broad musical palette.

Leonard plays both bright lead alto and bluesily rococo solos with a delightfully nasal edge. He tosses in fills between the ensemble on “When Life Seems So Blue,” while “Oh! Eddie” and “Mary Lee” include tantalizingly short but hot bridges:

Leonard’s soprano sax is a refreshing alternative to Sidney Bechet’s towering presence as well as the brass clarinet approach many of his contemporaries took to the instrument.  On “Boot It,” he plays with a with a joyous hoedown feel, recalling early jazz’s intersection with country and other folk art forms:

Clarinetist Woody Walder is often demonized for his novelty solos on the earliest Moten sides. Walder’s arsenal of whinnies, pops and barnyard onomatopoeia might be an acquired taste (personally I think he was just anticipating the Art Ensemble of Chicago) but his clarinet solos with the late Moten band deserve more attention. He plays some simple but direct blues in a sandy low register on “That Too Do,” with a few inflections thrown in as a type of musical signature:

Walder interpolates more passionate blues on the non-blues form of “New Vine Street Blues” and plays jittery, high-octane clarinet on faster numbers such as “Sweetheart of Yesterday” as well as shouting obbligatos to close numbers such as “Oh! Eddie.”

Doubling tenor, Walder seems hell-bent on sounding just as massive and brawny on the larger instrument as he is fleet and piercing on the smaller one. On “Everyday Blues” and the jerky, tongue-in-cheek “New Goofy Dust Rag”, he smears notes in a sweaty, agitated style. There are traces of Coleman Hawkins, but none of his harmonic sophistication. This is greasy saloon stuff without any hint of the conservatory:

Jack Washington is best known for anchoring Count Basie’s sax section, but as a younger man he played second alto with Moten and got much more solo space on baritone sax. He displays a burnished, gargantuan sound on baritone that’s closer to a bass saxophone, even pumping out effective bass lines for “That Too Do.” Washington’s unique tone is already put to effective use at this early stage, for example creating dark contrast behind the flashy trumpet on “Rit Dit Ray” and playing lead on baritone for a few tunes. This effect can be heard in other bands from the time, but Washington adds his own unique density:

Washington’s solos are all bottom and darkness, subterranean parties in a delightfully archaic vein. He takes slap tonguing to a whole new level, for example on “New Vine Street” but never forgets to swing; take his solo on “Mack’s Rhythm” or the way he dances all over “Mary Lee”:

“Mary Lee” also includes another Leonard bridge as well as Walder’s percussive clarinet and tenor honks.  Given its sheer range of colors, Moten’s sax section could have been its own band, a front line unto itself. It’s not a Gil Evans affair but neither is it just three players, or five instruments, or even eight if you include the fact that everyone doubled clarinet. It is simply incredible that this was just one section of a band. Then again, who’s counting?

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Bennie Moten’s Sax Section

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This is the first of a two-part post on one of my favorite musical experiences. As usual, it’s probably not most listeners’ first choice for a good time, but think of it like the first time you tried sushi, or whiskey…

Jazz lovers can debate their picks for “best saxophone section,” but chances are their selections share some similarities: tight unison playing, rich harmonies with the ability to turn creamy smooth or biting at the drop of a dime, and a distinctive sound both as a section and via soloists spinning out of the unit. There is a certain idea(l) of “saxophone section” in place after decades of well-oiled, multi-hued saxophone sections. Given that tradition, Bennie Moten’s three-man, pre-1930 reed team may sound more like a gap in the chain than a link.

For starters, its modest size comes from an earlier and supposedly developmental stage of big band arranging (with the five-man sax section viewed as the final step in the inexorable evolution of the jazz orchestra). Moten’s saxes also play more like a combination than a section, with a less-than-airtight blend and everyone’s part clearly audible. Finally, the Moten section’s lush sound would simply never pass in the modern age of more cutting sax timbres.

Harlan Leonard, Woody Walder and Jack Washington’s ensemble work is actually quite successful, in its own sweet way, because of their inability (refusal?) to ever jell. The Moten sax section sounds like three people playing, in both the musical as well as recreational sense of the word, rather than reading a part or letting muscle memory rehash what they practiced. The ragged sax soli on “That Certain Motion” would probably have most band directors turning red, but it’s hard to imagine such a deliciously gooey, lazy feel arising after hundreds of rehearsal hours:

Moten’s saxes are also incredibly transparent, perhaps to a fault. Missteps are out there for all to hear. Yet they’re also completely earnest and anything but stiff. “When Life Seems So Blue,” is slightly neater, but as if to avoid the monotony of cohesion, lead alto Leonard pipes in some ecstatic filigree between the full ensemble’s statements:

“Small Black” and “Won’t You Be My Baby?” sound much tighter, but the section’s lush, honking sound makes them seem like one of Botticelli’s zaftig figures compared to today’s lean, mean supermodel sax sections:

It’s easy to hear their sound as some vestigial element, but Moten’s saxes provide as unique a reed aesthetic as anything by the World Saxophone Quartet, Bob Mintzer or Dead Cat Bounce. Sound is never old or new; it’s always in the present and has no expiration date. Whether or not the Moten sax section belongs in the pantheon of great saxophone sections, they make room for themselves as a completely unique experience. That has to count more than playing every note at exactly the same time.

More on the Moten sax section, specifically the Moten sax soloists, next time…

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Beauty, Rhythm and Paychecks with Ben Pollack’s Boys

Here’s a case for all the popular music that jazz musicians had to record just to make ends meet during the prewar era.

The following session includes some of the best players in New York at that time, regulars in Ben Pollack‘s band and performing here in one of the many studio groups organized by impresario Irving Mills. Young Benny Goodman sticks to reading alto saxophone parts, and Jack Teagarden’s trombone is barely audible, yet it’s not just commercial dross:

Scholars and purists will probably fast-forward to Jimmy McPartland’s cornet solo. Some might even mention criminally underrated saxophonist Larry Binyon. Yet McPartland is as rich, penetrating and warm on straight lead as he is in his Beiderbecke-inspired improvisation.  A typical prewar sax section (two altos and a tenor) has a bright, buttery sound that’s a refreshing change of pace from more modern reeds. Even the unknown, operetta-inspired crooner sounds more than bearable with Dick McPartland’s banjo, Harry Goodman’s tuba and Ray Bauduc‘s drums guarding the beat behind him.

Despite the simple tune and small space given to improvisation, a group of talented musicians makes it beautiful as well as rhythmic.  There’s no way to tell if heroes are happy, but these professionals certainly sound good.

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A Long Time Ago In A Record Store

CDTime was that recorded music needed to be stored on some type of circular object (with rectangular objects briefly, and in hindsight laughably, substituted at a few points). If a listener wanted to hear their favorite band, they could insert one of these circles into a machine specifically designed to spark music from out of the circle. Over the years the circles changed in appearance, size, material, sound quality and how much music they stored. As the circles grew more sophisticated, so did their packaging: they might include the names of the musicians providing music for the circle, insight into the music beyond what its promoters had to say or some image that listeners would forever associate with that circle and its music. The principle always remained the same: a physical object that made music possible.

220px-EdisongoldmouldedTo keep hearing recorded music, a listener had to purchase more circles. Entire stores were devoted to selling circles, with aisles of them organized according to labels that weren’t perfect but still gave a general sense of where to look for a particular artist. The circles usually cost money but most listeners didn’t seem to mind; the right circle could provide joy, intellectual stimulation, inspiration, reminiscence or something else that made any price seem like a steal.

Many circle-buyers had a favorite store, a place where they found the circles they wanted or discovered new circles, sometimes a circle that changed their life. It might be some essential building block of a collection (for example The Hot Fives or The Well-Tempered Clavier), something recommended by friends (such as the Luis Russell band or Teresa Berganza singing Rossini) or something completely new to them (maybe Fats Waller playing the organ, perhaps Handel’s violin sonatas). Circle shops combined commerce, personal choice, education, hope, and the thrill of the hunt, with every flip of a cardboard cover or click of plastic cases bridging whole aesthetic universes.

J&R Music World was my favorite source for circles. Its sheer variety for even most esoteric musical tastes and its constantly growing store of music awaiting discovery will never be surpassed. Yet if pressed to explain why J&R really stood out, it would have to be for the train ride home following a shopping spree. The distance between lower Manhattan and southeast Brooklyn isn’t substantial in terms of geography, but the subway warps time in unusual ways. Waiting to switch from the R to the Q at DeKalb Avenue alone could seem like a Chaucerian journey. Yet the anticipation of getting home to hear those circles, packed tightly inside one of J&R’s signature light blue bags, made the wait blissfully unbearable.

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After moving out of New York City, trips to J&R became more sporadic but my appreciation for the experience grew. Aside from nostalgia, going to J&R was a chance to bump into something new rather than simply ordering what I already knew I wanted. Rather than reading a list of new releases cherry-picked by some editor at a magazine, I discovered them on my own, thumbing through them on the rack, browsing covers and often hearing them over the store’s speakers. And of course there was still that ride back home, which changed locations over the years and grew further from J&R, but which always seemed more rewarding after another good haul.

Recorded music slowly began to need circles less and less, and my favorite circle outlet began to change. On my first trip back after starting college, I was surprised that the jazz section was no longer surrounded by car horns and chatter coming from the street on the first floor, but was moved up to the second floor.  Yet the change allowed me to hear the new releases and employee selections over the store speakers that much better, as well as the staff’s answers to my questions and their suggestions based on my inquires. Regardless of what floor housed the circles, there was still ample ground to cover. Poring through the jazz section alone could easily take a few hours.

Over the years the few hours needed to cover the stacks started to diminish. The classical and opera rooms in the back became two parts of the same section, awkwardly squeezed next to other sections (Vivaldi’s vicinity to the karaoke section may not have inspired the same degree of outrage for all consumers). I also began to notice fewer and fewer circles in the overstock cabinets underneath.

IMG_0853On my last trip to J&R, I learned that their entire row of stores (including their electronics, appliance, computer, photography and other divisions) have now been condensed into one building. A sign outside the former spot of the music department directed me to the new omnibus location, where music now occupies two floors. The space is much smaller but things don’t seem very tight. Based purely upon the thumb and pluck method of stock analysis and an overwhelming sense of “is that it?” it seemed like there were fewer circles than ever. I haven’t researched J&R’s sales or plans for the future, and no one sends them more well-wishes than I do, but if the writing isn’t on the wall, it’s only because the download has to finish.

Progress has liberated music from its physical trappings. It has also ensured that future generations will never feel artistic possibilities gliding on their fingertips, or learn music history from a deluge of album covers while a former drug connection for Miles Davis and a retired Metropolitan Opera coach discuss their favorite albums across the aisle. In lieu of circles, music is now this weightless, formless, costless thing, as easy to find and forget as the air we breathe. One person missing his circles might be sad (in several senses of the word), but an entire generation never enjoying those circles seems unfortunate.

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Finding Bill Moore

Bill Moore. The name seems like a pun on itself, a homophone inviting literally “more” to be said about it while resisting that urge through its own frequency. The number of birth certificates, census records, coroners’ reports, and gravestones for “William Moore” or “Bill Moore” makes it a daunting prospect when it comes to research. I’m interested in the trumpeter Bill Moore, but there are several players with that name, playing different instruments and kicking up more hay around my desired needle.

Irving Brodsky - Piano  Left to Right: Ray Kitchingham, Stan King, Bill Moore and Adrian Rollini
Irving Brodsky – Piano
Left to Right: Ray Kitchingham, Stan King, Bill Moore and Adrian Rollini

What I’ve found (so far, based on admittedly perfunctory research) says little and repeats it often: that Moore worked with the California Ramblers in all of their pseudonymous forms as well as with Ben Bernie, Jack Pettis, and many other bandleaders. His unique position as a Black musician playing in white bands also comes up frequently. Howard Rye, quoting Albert McCarthy’s The Dance Band Era in Names and Numbers magazine, explains that “One of the regular personnel [of the California Ramblers] in the mid-20s was trumpeter Bill Moore, a light-skinned Black who ‘passed.'” Discographies confirm that he played with a variety of bands through the Swing Era, with a 1950 Billboard review praising his “Armstrong-inspired” trumpet. There’s not much more to learn about the man, even less when it comes to the musician. Bill Moore is very hard to find.

The sound of Moore’s trumpet during the twenties takes us past the realm of historical ciphers and gigging sidemen. At that time, Moore was a distinctly pre-Armstrong player. His tone is far removed from the rich, brassy sound now virtually synonymous with “jazz trumpet.” It’s narrower and more piercing, like a needle rather than a sword, well suited to tying an ensemble together rather than cutting its own path.

Even through the haze of acoustic records, Moore’s trumpet has a buzzy edge to it, different than the cool quality of his contemporary Red Nichols, the broad, warm tone of Paul Mares or Johnny Dunn’s crisp flourishes.

Moore also frequent played with a mute. Brass players often point out how mutes can be used to hide intonation problems (with King Oliver a favorite example) but the possibility of expressive choice is worth considering in Moore’s case. Moore’s pinched sound was put to good use on a series of sessions throughout the late twenties.

Moore also chatters rather than blasts, maybe to hide an uneven tone, maybe to show off fast fingers. Either way, he lets this brash instrument—seemingly designed for sweeping bursts—speak in tight, concentrated patterns.

Armstrong experimented with what Brian Harker called a clarinet-like approach early on in his career. Nichols used clever, clipped lines throughout his long career. Jabbo Smith and Roy Eldridge frequently employed double-time with the boppers later adding their own phrasing and harmonic ideas.

Moore’s chattering is based on a pre-Armstrong aesthetic that emphasized contrast and variety over continuity and flow. It’s also more of an ornament, as Moore sticks closer to the melody than many modern jazz musicians care to—while Moore knows how to have fun with even the silliest tune, rather than simply throw it out. The emphasis on contrast, paraphrase, and mutes indicates that Moore might have been listening to “novelty” trumpeter Louis Panico.

Listening to Moore reveals more than session dates and personnel listings. It points to influences, musical choices, textures, and his own stylistic vocabulary. In other words, there’s a distinct musical voice at work. Neither a genius granted immortality nor a hack deserving complete neglect, after generations of brash, brassy trumpeters in the Armstrong mode, Moore’s style might seem like a wholly new experience (even if it originated decades before most readers were born).

from The Reading Eagle, November 7, 1929
from The Reading Eagle, November 7, 1929

Jazz purists might dismiss Moore based on his different sense of swing, comparatively restrained improvisational approach, or some other interesting but ultimately illogical bit of teleology. Given his post-ragtime, pre-Armstrong soundscape, criticizing Moore (and his contemporaries) for not sounding like later players is like chastising Renaissance paintings for having too many religious references. Rather than admiring the work in its historical context or apart from the critic’s context, everything is measured against one stylistic endpoint with all “great” works leading up to or issuing from it.

Not that many even take the time to dismiss Moore based on his playing.  As is often the case with the earliest chapters of music history, discussion beyond the session cards and matrix numbers and right to the sound of the music appears infrequently. Maybe reacting to the music itself seems too subjective. Maybe now that Moore and his colleagues are no longer around, maybe the only thing left to do is ensure an accurate record of the past. Hopefully, when the record is complete, we’ll remember why it was assembled in the first place.

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Bom Chicka Wah Wah, Circa 1727

Even if The Borgias, The Tudors, and Boardwalk Empire have established that people have been getting “nasty” for centuries, Vivaldi’s “Sol Da Te” from Orlando Furiso had to have steamed a few collars and corsets in eighteenth century Venice.

The aria takes place right after the knight Ruggiero swallows a love potion and instantly fixates on the sorceress Alcina. Nothing too racy there, so Vivaldi leaves it up to the music to scandalize his audience:

It’s that dark minor key, combined with a tense, palpitating but teasingly slow momentum, that makes the listener feel like they’re in on a very intimate moment. Flute over muted strings now seems like something for the Easy Listening set, but here the flute alternates between Vivaldi’s seductive melody and rapid bursts, as thought it’s having trouble concentrating. The Italian poetry, sung in cultivated operatic tones (originally written for a castrato!), only seems more “romantic” than “sexy;” don’t treat these lyrics too literally:

Sol da te, mio dolce amore,
Questo core
Avra pace, avra conforto.
Le tue vaghe luci belle
Son le stelle,
Onde amor mi guida in porto.

(In loose English translation:
Only from you, my sweet love,
Does this heart
Find peace and comfort.
The beautiful lights of your eyes,
Are the stars,
That guides my love to harbor.)

It’s beautiful, but it doesn’t take a dirty twenty-first century mind to read into all that talk about “comfort, peace” and being “guided” into the harbor. Barry White wasn’t the first one to use “love” as a code word for a variety of feelings and actions. There’s a long history of guys using the right lines and music to get what they want. So get to happy hour tonight, keep the music of a dead Italian priest in mind and have a happy Valentine’s Day!

Give Him a Powdered Wig and a Harpsichord, Then He Can Sit In

Get That Man a Powdered Wig and Electric Harpsichord!

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A Contender for John Coltrane’s Favorite Tuba Player

Released in 1963, and even with its rhythm section and harmonic sensibility soaked in modern jazz, John Coltrane’s album Ballads may be one of the best examples of the prewar jazz aesthetic:

Coltrane’s reliance on pure tone and straightforward lyricism speaks to a style of jazz that can paraphrase melodies (even fast ones) as well as deconstruct them.  The “tune proper” isn’t thrown out after the first chorus, but partnered with throughout the performance, channeled to make something recognizable but personal.

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Coltrane, the symbol of boundary-pushing, technically advanced modern jazz, keeps company with Louis Armstrong and Bix Beiderbecke, as well as Phil Napoleon, Manny Klein and Joe Smith. Trumpeters were usually the ones playing lead in the twenties, thirties and forties, but saxophonist Frank Trumbauer and his way of paring down a melody to its essentials also comes to mind, as does trombonist Kid Ory.  Don Murray, with a gorgeously burry sound and distinct personality on baritone sax, also understood that the expressive potential of straight melody.  Even Guy Lombardo’s sax section, hated by jazz scholars and beloved by Armstrong for their clean melody statements, might have appreciated Coltrane’s approach on Ballads.

Coltrane’s glistening tenor sax even brings to mind tuba player Clinton Walker on “Frankie and Johnny” with King Oliver:

Walker provides a rich lead for the leader’s punctuations, and while he doesn’t get all of his notes out, its an admirable solo.  Modern ears may hear it as a novelty, but the tone, the attempt to control the sound and the refusal to harrumph reveal a player giving both the melody and his own voice their due.  Differences of chops, decades and octaves notwithstanding, these musicians were all about the tune.

Wonder If He Ever Heard Alberto Socarras?

Wonder If He Listened to Alberto Socarras?

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How (Not) To Listen To Early Jazz

All About Jazz has been very supportive of prewar jazz coverage, so I’m thrilled to see my column published on their website. In its latest article, I discuss some of the perceptions that make the music’s early sounds seem so removed from the jazz continuum. Hopefully it’ll inspire some open ears, and maybe a few stuffed stockings.

I also hope you’ll give it a read, right here. Thank you!

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