morning, and welcome to the Saturday Morning News Post!
This is gonna be a quick one folks! I am still hard at work on charts for the Hummingbird Brigade. So far I’m confident I’ll have at least 3 new charts, two of these are more involved and one of them will be a relatively simple tune. I have also promised to have a couple Jelly Roll Morton tunes arranged for the band,… hopefully I’ll have time to not make a liar out of me.
Why the Jelly Roll tunes? Because it’s just such a perfect tie-in with everything; my New Orleans brass band inspired Hummingbird Brigade, the jazz creator/master/legend Jelly Roll Morton who also wrote music for large ensemble (called The Red Hot Peppers), and the venue in which BOTH groups will have performed in… Pat’s Pub.
And of course,… because we can.
But besides all the work involved with new compositions and arranging music by Jelly Roll, I’ve also spent quite a bit of time tweaking/fixing my older charts.
Now over the years, I’ve received quite a bit of flack from my band members about changing my compositions from show to show. I see it as improving my charts while my band members see it as not giving them a hope in hell of ever getting familiar with the music.
And they make a good point. Whenever possible, it’s best let the band “settle in” to the piece, it’s form, it’s voicings, rhythms, etc.. But there’s one thing they might not fully appreciate: It’s not their baby.
What does this mean? It’s more than a matter of pride, more than perfectionism. It has to do with the composers almost physical connection to the song from hearing it in their head over and over and over again. It also has to do with the emotional investment in the song and what you really want it to project. The end result being that when the composer puts a song together successfully, it’s extremely rewarding, but when the composer perceives something to be wrong with their piece, well… it kinda hurts to hear it! It’s like sending a little kid off to school when they’ve forgotten to put pants on, you can’t just let that happen, you gotta fix it man! (note: I do not have kids. I very well might just let that happen for a laugh,… and to teach them an important lesson: wear pants, or be ridiculed.)
Okay, that’s all I have to say about that. I gotta get back to work here. Come check out the 11-piece extravaganza next Saturday! More info here.
Thanks for reading and have a great week everyone!
(above painting, “The Perfectionist”, by Grant Wood, 1936)