Book Review: Backstory in Blue
by John Fass Morton, foreword by Jonathan Yardley. Rutgers University Press, 2008. Hardcover, 336 pages, 107 B&W photos. $34.95.
Not long after midnight on Saturday/Sunday night, July 7/8, 1956, it became apparent to those in the know that 57-year-old Duke Ellington's daring bid to revive his failing career by playing the closing set of the third Newport Jazz Festival had failed. The concert was supposed to have ended at midnight, and some people were already heading for the exits.
Yet moments later, Ellington's band was suddenly playing on a stellar level. Soon, halfway through what was supposed to be their last number, 1937's "Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue," Paul Gonsalves' onrush of 27 choruses of hot, rhythm-and-bluesaccented tenor-sax soloing brought the remaining crowd to its feet.
Amping up the frenzy was Elaine Anderson, a leggy blonde socialite who had jumped out of her seat in a front box and improvised a sinuously expressive solo dance in the aisle and in front of the stage. At least a dozen professional photographers snapped her; Gonsalves' and the Ellington band's playing was captured by a remote recording crew from Ellington's label, Columbia, and by a separate crew from the Voice of America. In due course, a photo of the blonde socialite in full flight would grace the back cover of Ellington at Newport, his best-selling album.
Within days, people the world over knew that something epochal had happenedif only from seeing the wire-service photos of Elaine Anderson's dance. As Ellington later put it, "I was born at Newport."
John Fass Morton's fascinating book, Backstory in Blue: Ellington at Newport '56, is the story of the long road to that concert taken by the bandleader, the soloist, the festival promoters, the dancing socialite, the record producer, and many others. Even more important, this book is about why that night remains a watershed in American culture.
In the last years of the 19th century, Edward Kennedy "Duke" Ellington's father, a butler in Washington, DC, occasionally worked catering jobs in the Grover Cleveland White House. I think we can fairly assume that it had unusually deep and poignant personal associations when, in 1969, another president, Richard Nixon, conferred on Ellington the Medal of Freedom, America's highest civilian honor.
However, such recognition was not foreordained. In thinking about history and historical causation, it is extremely important to be on guard against the temptation to assume that whatever happened was in some way inevitable. Playing the game of "What if?" can be sobering. Had Max Roach not shamed Miles Davis into kicking his heroin habit, Davis easily could have soon met a junkie's death. One result of that would have been no Kind of Blue. Yes, modal jazz probably would have been "invented" by others (arguably, it already had been), but it is valid to ask whether modal jazz would have taken the world by storm without Davis' unique combination of musical talent, charisma, attitude, and personal style.
Backstory in Blue challenges us with the idea that, after World War II, Duke Ellington's career was in a death spiral. Nearly all the touring big bands had folded, eight in 1946 alone. Individual singers such as Frank Sinatra and Rosemary Clooney had almost entirely supplanted large, finely honed instrumental ensembles as the peoples' musical choice.
Demographics and simple economics worked against the big bands' survival. The young people who had cheered the big bands before and during the war were now married, and heading for the suburbs and parenthood. A big band was an expensive beast to house and feed, especially as the ballrooms closed and the remaining work was in small clubsor such "nontraditional" venues as bowling alleys and ice-skating rinks. Indeed, when Morton picks up the thread of the story, the Ellington band's only scheduled gig was in Flushing Meadows, at an outdoor, water-themed amphitheater called The Aquacades, a leftover from the 1939 New York World's Fair.
The unlikely happenstance that saved Ellington's careerand, not incidentally, brought jazz an entirely new audiencewas that a rich married couple hit on the idea of trying to pull Newport out of its own post-WWII death spiral by organizing an outdoor public jazz festival. As they say, the rest is historybut it was never inevitable.
A transplanted Bostonian by way of New York City, Elaine Lorillard was a jazz fan who found that, in Newport in winter, a Navy Officers' Club was the only place to hear live music. That gave her the idea to revitalize Newport summers by inviting jazz musicians to play, first at the Casino (which didn't work out) and then in Freebody Park, a Victorian-era baseball field. Her indulgent husband provided the funding, even to the extent of lending money to keep festival impresario George Wein's Boston nightclub from closing down.
Time and again, while reading this page-turner of musical, cultural, and social history, I was struck by how terribly unlikely every bit of it was. For all practical purposes, Ellington's career might have met its end on a dusty baseball field in Newport that night. Time and again, I heard the faint creaking of the hinge of history.
If you buy only one jazz book this year, make it this insightful, sensitive, literate, extremely readable book. And be sure to have on hand the 1999 CD remastering of Ellington at Newport: Complete (2 CDs, Columbia CK 40587), which includes the previously lost Voice of America tapes. And if you must have "audiophile-approved" listening, you could do a lot worse than to pick up a copy of For Duke (1978), by Bill Berry and His Ellington All-Stars, which included Ray Brown and a very young Scott Hamilton (gold CD, M&K/RealTime RT-5001).
Most highly recommended.