"Going Beyond the Line: An Inside View of David Liebman and the Evolution of His Big Band"
by Patrick Dorian, Music Department,
East Stroudsburg University of Pennsylvania
In
his never-ending worldwide pursuit and execution of significant
artistic music, David Liebman absorbs the world and gives
it back to us through his compositions and performed improvisations. For
decades, accomplished arrangers/composers have enthusiastically
taken Liebman works and orchestrated them for 17 musicians
and soloist "Lieb" in a big-band/jazz orchestra
setting. David has performed dozens of these gems
with various big bands around the world. The compact
disc Beyond the Line (BTL) contains Lieb's premium
choices from these expanded efforts and is rich documentation
of the first phase of his own big band (October 2000 through
February 2001). The perspective of this narrative
is from within the artistic cell of the David Liebman Big
Band, much in the same manner as my previous Sideman
Chronicles.
Prelude
David Liebman is now in his seventh
decade of going beyond the line both artistically and personally. He
has functioned in persevering mode ever since he contracted
polio in 1949 at age 3. Having survived that ordeal
has molded his approach to life. Growing up in Brooklyn
with lots of neighborhood street sensibilities, he earned
a history degree at a heralded academic institution (NYU),
all the while going intellectually BTL with his music studies
outside of the university. Thanks to his demanding
liberal arts foundation, Lieb is one of the most verbally
articulate of today's masters when he appears at educational
workshops and in teaching videos and media interviews. His
well-documented stories of how his first two important
employers (Elvin and Miles) pushed him BTL are strong evidence
of what factors influenced his future career as a leader. David
saw how Miles took established musical properties, modified
them, and carried them BTL in an entirely different, totally
justifiable direction. The tune "Beyond the Line" was
named after an unpleasant, destructive incident, but it
can also be an appropriate, constructive overture for his
efforts toward everything he has accomplished. If
Hollywood were to make a movie about his life, David would
have to be played by Sisyphus (without the punishment theme),
whereas films about wannabe artists might feature Icaran
actors. Any doubt where this author stands?
Germination
David had thought for several years
about a big band that he could call his own. In Y2K,
he enlisted the assistance of Gunnar Mossblad, tireless
woodwind sideman, leader, transcriber, and educator, to
assemble and conduct a big band of experienced, enthusiastic
musicians who would go BTL with Lieb. As you listen
to this recording, experiencing the orchestrations with
soloist, it needs to be mentioned that it was apparent
from the initial formation of the group that the whole
would be greater than the sum of its impressive parts. The
inner workings of this ensemble needed to be and would
end up being formidable. Lieb's artistry demands accompaniment
by artists who can process their parts into the many types
of canvases on which David executes his sound paintings. When
David improvises, he does not only paint with primary colors. His
seemingly endless palette of subtle shadings goes far BTL
of mainstream efforts and results in the sonic essence of
David Liebman. His works demand several listenings--as
few of them should be accepted for the initial impression.
Copious recording experience was interspersed
throughout the band, including seasoned studio veterans,
the likes of trumpeter Laurie Frink, trombonist Sam Burtis,
and guitarist Vic Juris. Of the 17 sidepeople (respectfully
including Ms. Frink), a minimum of 6 had at least
one recent compact disc release as leaders themselves on
highly respected jazz recording labels. The BTL orchestrations
would be more conceptually challenging, interesting, and
valuable than a vast majority of the music the ensemble
members performed in Broadway shows, commercial jingle
recording sessions, tours with groups such as the Rolling
Stones, and celebration music for special events. Ironically,
income from David's project was not an issue for these
professional artists, as there was an overwhelming vibe
that any income realized from performances was simply gravy
and/or icing on the already enriched cake.
In the mid- to late 1990s, virtuoso
small-jazz group leaders such as Phil Woods and Dave Holland
formed big bands, retaining the ace melodic statements
and virtuosic improvisations of their established quintets
as the nucleus of a larger ensemble. This way they
could keep their working quintet intact while enjoying
the deep variety of textural densities and orchestral colors
that a big band affords experienced, artistic arrangers. To
students of Western music history, I've often thought that
this approach must parallel in a striking manner the compositional
technique used in the concerto grosso of the latter
part of the Baroque Era (1600-1750), where a small group
of virtuoso soloists called the concertino were featured
among the larger accompanying ensemble that formed the
main orchestral body known as the ripieno or tutti. The
David Liebman Big Band operates in a similar manner, featuring
his established quartet of guitarist Vic Juris, bassist
Tony Marino, and drummer Marko Marcinko.
Process: Preparation & Performances
The band rehearsed in Manhattan, with
northeastern Pennsylvania residents Liebman, Marino, Marcinko,
and myself traveling there. The first performance
of the David Liebman Big Band was in October 2000 with
a concert for the "East Stroudsburg University of
Pennsylvania Celebration 2000." Master musician Phil
Woods lives near the university, attended the event, and
thoroughly enjoyed Lieb and the band's abstract expressionist
flavor, stating, "This band could do a month of one-nighters
in Germany!" David also lives near ESU, and the university
provided generous funding, enabling the band to rehearse
and establish its unique sound. This financial boost
assisted subsequent performances with an ever-expanding
repertoire over the next couple of months at the Knitting
Factory in New York, the Deer Head Inn in Delaware Water
Gap, PA (also near Dave's residence), and Birdland in New
York. During the New Year's Eve weekend at Birdland,
the band did well Friday night; however, a major snowstorm
crippled Manhattan the next morning. But wait a minute--our
sage Lieb had sent most of the band home after the last
set on Friday, retaining only Tony and Marko for a small-group
performance. The next night (December 30), Roberta
Piket came around the corner to play piano. Midtown
had thousands of hotel rooms filled with New Year's Eve
revelers for the weekend, many of whom walked a blizzarded
block or two to Birdland, unpredictably selling out the
place. Amazing! When life gives you lemons...
In January 2001, the band performed
eight blocks up from Birdland at the 28th Annual International
Association of Jazz Educators International Conference
for an audience that truly reflected the ever-increasing
global nature of this organization. At this performance,
a recording was made, and selections were streamed over
the Internet on the Global Music Network.
Execution: The Recording Session
With these performances as part of the
ensemble's mindset, the band went into the studio to record
a compact disc on Monday, February 26. The session
couldn't start until the end of a typical workday at 5:15pm,
since the studio shared a building with a high-powered
machine shop (location, location, location!). During
the noontime hour, I was waiting for David to pick me up
at my office in the Fine & Performing Arts Center at
East Stroudsburg University. At 12:35pm, I spotted
Lieb leaning against the door as if ready to collapse. He
was ill and asked me to drive us in his car to West Orange,
NJ, to pick up Vic. Lieb fell asleep most of the way
through Jersey (a wise move at any time of day or night)
and we arrived at Vic's place. He was suddenly feeling
much better and took over the wheel, driving us through
the Holland Tunnel and through lower Manhattan in probably
the same manner that he used to drive a NYC cab in the
late 1960s. Next, we were across the Manhattan Bridge
and into the Gowanus section of Brooklyn, the location
of the recording studio. We found the studio at 3pm
but couldn't go in to set up the rhythm section until 4pm,
so we hovered and circled, getting coffee and scoping out
the oh-so-coveted on-the-street free parking for later. The
following week I sent a message to Lieb, suggesting that
he title the Big Band CD Gowanus Jones ... never
heard back on that one...
The band trickled in professionally
early, just like I've observed the habits of so many of
the legendary musicians such as Clark Terry, Phil Woods,
and Stanley Turrentine. Get there ahead of time, then
play behind the time! The rhythm section set up amplifiers
and synthesizers, including Marko's array of percussion
equipment in the drum isolation room. The entire studio
was quite large, but with the 13 wind instruments in the
center of the main room, Marko would have difficulty seeing
Gunnar's and Lieb's musical gestures during recording and
would at times shift over to a sixth sense beyond auditory
intuition to execute some parts of the music. Levels
for each microphone were set in the main control room,
and as of 5:30 we were assured the connecting machine shop
artists had had enough for the day: roll the tape!
As usual, Gunnar had stayed up many
nights before the recording session playing devil's advocate
with the conductor's score and section parts, helping the
band avert possible confusion in the more complex sections
of pieces. He occasionally wrote out manuscript lines
to clarify difficult entrances and passages because certain
parts were quite challenging to interlock and contrast
between the various sections of the group. He and
Lieb had basically plotted out a 15-minute by 15-minute
blueprint of how we were to complete the recording of this
CD in 8 hours. Plan B: if we fell behind in the schedule,
we would simply keep going until done.
Gunnar checked the tempo of the first
tune with David, and with Lieb's approval, he started the
countoff. Appropriate advice here might be the phrase
that Jaco frequently used at the beginning of performances: "Strap
on in!" The total recording experience of the people
in the room added up to several hundred years, and performers
had positioned themselves, sensing the best angle to place
the microphone and their instruments. Lieb's first
improvised solo sounded typical of his expressive use of chromaticism,
a term he has borrowed and expanded from 20th-century symphonic
and chamber music composers and theoreticians. He
has stretched the ears of jazz performers and listeners
alike by taking basic, familiar harmonic components and
superimposing an advanced harmonic language over them. He
chooses pitches beyond the typical jazz improvisation note
choice extensions, yet upon detailed analysis, his system
justifies intellectually each pitch's harmonic vertical
function. (It must be noted here that this is not
to be confused with Phil Woods's humorous advice to other
musicians that "if you get lost during your solo,
play chromatics!")
After several minutes of recording,
Lieb and Gunnar went into the control room to get a sense
of the overall sound of the group by listening to playback. They
returned momentarily and we were off for extended periods
of recording and some stopping and starting to make sure
that entire sections of pieces were executed faithfully
to Lieb's original compositional intentions and the intended
artistry of each arranger. A few more selections were
completed and the band took a break. Members vacillated
between listening to playback and going to a nearby storage
room where they discussed recent musical projects. The
trombonists lamented the recent
passing of J. J. Johnson.
Back into the main room to record a
few more tunes, the hours got used up quickly. As
the evening progressed, food was ordered. Lieb improvised
on a small wooden flute that suddenly turned the recording
session in Gowanus into a world- and time-conscious auditory
atmospheric experience. As advanced as his concepts
can be, he supplemented that intellectualism with the wisdom
of the ages on one of the first musical instruments known
to humankind, right there behind the human voice, whistling,
and the hollowed-out log. At times this performed
primitivism sounded more hauntingly vocal than instrumental,
and yet he looked ahead as he reached thousands of years
sonically into the past. Which part of the world used
the wooden flute first? It probably was constructed and
modified in many places, unbeknownst to other civilizations. It's
just that basic and logical to human needs.
The food was delivered after midnight
and might have been described as a varied selection of
Mexican-Latvian wraps, but sustenance is sustenance 8 hours
into a recording session. A few more tunes and it
looked as if the session was almost complete around 2:30am. More
review of playback revealed nothing else was needed from
the performers and all departed the building by 3:15. We
would have needed to leave the building anyway, since the
early shift of the machine shop was about to start their
engines, and, of course, they couldn't have big-band jazz
coming through the walls during their workday ... what's
fair is fair.
Fallout
Lieb drove to West Orange to sleep at
Vic's a few hours before going BTL the next morning, teaching
at the Manhattan School of Music. Tony Marino chauffeured
Marcinko and me back to Pennsylvania. While crossing
the East River, I looked to the right to see if I could
spot a 3:30am Sonny-like apparition on Newk's Bridge (aka
the Williamsburg Bridge) as though it were 1961 instead
of 2001. We left the Manhattan Bridge and moved through
lower Manhattan quickly on Canal Street. We were fairly
close to the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, and
their lighted appearance was striking. It's the last
time I'd be in such close proximity, but not knowing this,
I was thinking back to ages ago when I'd gone up to the
impressive 107th floor and the Greatest Bar on Earth with
the connecting Windows on the World restaurant.
Recently, Lieb and I had gone into New
York together for rehearsal, then errands, then relaxing
for "a taste" and dinner. At 3:45am on the
night of the recording, I made a personal pact that the
next time we were in NYC, I'd tell him that I had an interesting
place for us to go and I'd guide us there in as deceiving
a manner as possible to surprise him. Ascending and
imbibing with Lieb would be my way of telling him that
despite roadblocks to recognition, in many ways he is at
the top of the artistic world. I hinted at this journey
over the next months, but it was not to be. (Advanced
artists like Lieb sometimes have frustration as they attempt
to get the public and the jazz industry to listen closely
to their next phase. David needs no validation, but
he also has very fulfilling victories, such as when Michael
Brecker, Joe Lovano, and he perform as the Three Tenors
with rhythm section. David may not even know how revered
he is by the people who truly count, since he's not able
to see the intense concentration and joy on Brecker's and
Lovano's faces when he's soloing.) The web site for the
Greatest Bar on Earth and Windows on the World restaurant
would be turned into a memorial for deceased employees.
Through the Holland Tunnel, we passed
the toll booths, traveled a few hundred feet more, and
stopped at the infamous Tunnel Diner for bagels, muffins,
and coffee. Marko and I got Tony's order and went
inside as half a dozen people of the night silently acknowledged
us with a welcome-to-our-world look in their eyes. This
situation had major BTL potential. I submitted our
take-out order and Marko hit the head. Within minutes,
half of the clientele had requested special funding from
me, so I moved away, toward the window, and noticed that
Tony and the van were nowhere in sight. Not good. Not
funny, either. Marko returned for air and told me
Tony had gone for fuel. I began to feel a bit better,
even though I had no idea we were scant blocks from explosive
Islamic Jihad cells (think caves) where plans had been
concocted to bring down one of the towers in 1993 and where
rooftop celebrations involving much jumping and cheering
would be held as each tower fell a few months later.
Our server brought our bags in an unexplained
frenzy of excitement, but he wasn't as excited as we were
to bid adieu. The three Jersey City police officers
at the other end of the counter had done their job by having
a presence that kept interactions among patrons nonviolent
and we hit the highway at 4:15. I'd be home by 5:30,
Marko by 6:15, and Tony before 7. Marko wondered aloud
if he should reschedule his 9am drum student at Lehigh
University, which is an hour drive from his bed. Why
not? Give the student a double lesson next time ... enough
going BTL for one day.
Epilogue: 6 Months and 17 Days
Hence
September 12, 2001: Classes resumed
at East Stroudsburg University after the campus was closed
down at noon the previous day. I had recently received
a rough demo mix of the David Liebman Big Band recording
session. Students and faculty were in extremely reserved
moods, and for each of the three classes that I taught
that day and evening, we spoke very little but listened
to the David Liebman Big Band recording of "Hiroshima
Memorial." I hoped this music might reflectively express,
much better than discussion, the emotions of fright, chaos,
tragedy, and sense of loss common to both events. We
would have decades to talk about September 11, just as
we have discussed and studied 1945 Japan. David's
niece's husband's brother was a firefighter lost in the
tragedy. They would find portions of him the following
April ... the ultimate BTL ...
Postlude
Perhaps the placement of the opening
and closing selections on the big-band recording is a powerful,
if subliminal, statement. Opening the compact disc, "Hiroshima
Memorial" may grab the listener almost bodily with
its timeless, expressionist relevance to current events,
while the final track, "Pablo's Story," takes
the listener to a place where beauty and truth are finally
realized after years of artistic questioning. Vic's
acoustic guitar tone immediately lets the listener know
that something different will be concluding the package. Picasso
always went BTL as he stretched the eyes of observers for
decades, as has Liebman been stretching the ears of listeners. Lieb
once again takes basic thematic material and builds his
improvisational expressionism, at times using frenetic,
artistic synergy of auditory images. The final few
minutes of the track reveal Lieb's true artistry as he,
awash in a body of Lydian sonorities, bathes the listener
in a mostly consonant presentation of traditional beauty. He
could possibly be producing a musical landscape while standing
near the top of Montmartre, a striking Parisian sunset
behind him. But, through occasional interspersions
of "Liebisms," he doesn't let us forget that
it is this particular master's voice and large ensemble
that we have experienced for one hour, right up to a striking
reminder of a fundamental element of the tradition: the
tonal properties of the solo acoustic guitar executing
a major sonority, giving exquisitely pristine closure to
the first phase of the David Liebman Big Band.
Patrick Dorian
Music Department
East Stroudsburg University of Pennsylvania