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Third Season at Popular Ft. Myers Night Spot Kicks Off October 11
The Roadhouse Cafe in Ft. Myers FL presents the Dan Miller Quartet Tuesday nights at 7:00 beginning October 11, 2016. The Roadhouse, owned and operated by Marc and Sherri Neeley, features fine dining and entertainment 6 nights a week. The very popular Cafe features a well-stocked bar and wine list, dance floor and piano bar. The Roadhouse was named in the December 2015 issue of Gulf Coast Life magazine as having the “Best Live Music in Southwest Florida.”
The Dan Miller Quartet plays in a modern jazz style known as bebop or “hard bop,” featuring Great American Songbook and Jazz standard tunes in the styles of Miles Davis, Art Blakey, Thelonius Monk, Dizzy Gillespie, Benny Golson, Horace Silver, etc. The members of the Quartet are all seasoned jazz professionals and have held down prestigious jobs around the US and abroad in previous years.
Jazz trumpeter Dan Miller is one of Southwest Florida’s most accomplished musicians. A native of Chicago, Miller began his illustrious career in the early 1990s, playing in bands led by Woody Herman, Maynard Ferguson, Wynton Marsalis and Harry Connick Jr., the latter association comprising of over a decade of touring and recording.
In 2004, Dan began to split his time between New York and Florida. He started performing at Ellington’s Jazz Bar and Restaurant on Sanibel Island, FL where he led his own groups as well others as a sideman featuring Jimmy McGriff, David “Fathead” Newman, Jimmy Norman, Lew DelGatto, Jon Weber, Davell Crawford and Danny Sinoff. From 2005-2009, Dan was a member of the Danny Sinoff Quartet, recording three CDs for E.S.P. (the third featured tenor saxophonist David “Fathead” Newman).
Since 2010, Dan has been a member of the Naples Philharmonic Jazz Orchestra.
Dan continues to perform regularly in New York, appearing frequently at Smalls and Fat Cat as a leader or in bands led by Ned Goold or saxophonist Tim McCall. He often finds himself playing in NYC with musicians like his brother trombonist David Miller, bassist Ben Wolfe, Neal Caine, Anthony Pinciotti, Spike Wilner, Stephen Riley and Carlos DeRosa.
Through a life of playing, studying and listening, Miller’s knowledge of jazz is wide-ranging and comprehensive. He lists many musical influences including Fats Navarro, Dizzy Gillespie, Freddie Hubbard, Kenny Dorham, Lee Morgan, Charlie Parker, Sonny Rollins, Thelonious Monk and Curtis Fuller. In Florida and nationwide, Miller is very much in-demand as a jazz educator–in private instruction in brass technique, jazz improvisation as well as coaching school jazz bands at all levels.
Pianist Joe Delaney was born in Brockton, MA and grew up in Whitman, just south of Boston. Joe’s father Ed Delaney was also a pianist. Joe started playing at age 3, learning by ear from records, family parties and his father’s band rehearsals. Joe says, “I picked it up and still play about 90% by ear.”
Joe started formal instruction and began performing in pubic at the age of 5. Joe says, “Once we started little kid tunes, I’d hear the teacher play it and put about 15 minutes into my lesson and just mimic it back.” He was soon spending hours a day learning popular tunes and George Shearing hits he heard during the band rehearsals. Later, Joe studied briefly with Kurt Wenzel, Charlie Banocos, Kenny Barron and Berklee piano professor Paul Schmeling. During his formative years Joe absorbed the musical influences of George Shearing, Erroll Garner, Ahmad Jamal, Ramsey Lewis, Sergio Mendes, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Bill Evans, Dave McKenna, Oscar Peterson and Herbie Hancock.
Delaney worked in the Boston and Cape Cod areas until 1981, when he moved to the US Virgin Islands, where he worked for most of the ’80s. From 1989-2009 Joe returned to New England, based in Cape Cod, mostly in Hyannis. He had a long association with reedman Dick Johnson, who led the Artie Shaw Orchestra during this period. Joe traveled with the Shaw Orchestra for six years, sometimes playing alongside trumpet great Lou Colombo. While not touring with the Shaw band or his own groups (on 5 continents), Delaney played extended residencies in virtually every live music venue on Cape Cod. He spent 7 years leading the house trio at the Black Cat Tavern at Hyannis Harbor, now owned and operated by David Colombo.
Joe has recorded many jazz albums and CDs both as leader and sideman, as well as commercial jingles (for Pepsi, Beck’s Beer, among others), and movie soundtracks (Mrs. Worthington’s Party).
Bassist Don Mopsick hails from Linden, New Jersey. He attended the Manhattan School of Music, and upon graduation in 1977 relocated to Ft. Myers FL. After a move to Orlando in 1983 he found himself in demand statewide, playing jazz concerts in Orlando, Tallahassee, Gainesville, Jacksonville, Sarasota, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Daytona and elsewhere. In 1991 he joined the Jim Cullum Jazz Band in San Antonio, TX and appeared weekly on the Riverwalk Jazz series on the Public Radio International network. While with Cullum, Mopsick recorded radio shows with Dick Hyman, John and Bucky Pizzarelli, Clark Terry, Kenny Davern, Linda Hopkins, Benny Carter, Bob Wilber, Milt Hinton, Ralph Sutton, Harry Allen, Ken Peplowski, Joe Williams, “Sweets” Edison, Shelly Berg, Stephanie Nakasian, Rebecca Kilgore and many other greats of jazz.
Since his 2010 return to the Sunshine State, Mopsick played local Southwest Florida concert dates with Dick Hyman, Peter Appleyard, Aaron Weinstein, Tedd Firth, Bucky Pizzarelli, Johnny Varro, Cynthia Sayer, Dave Bennett, Tad Weed, Ira Sullivan, Billy Marcus, Giacomo Gates, Russell Malone, Lainie Cook, Ralph Peterson, Jr., Peter Zak, Stephanie Nakasian and her husband pianist Hod O’Brien and daughter Veronica Swift, and others. He has appeared independently in nationwide concerts and festivals with Hyman, Ralph Sutton, John Bunch, Ira Sullivan, Red Rodney, Buddy DeFranco, Randy Sandke, Warren Vaché, Scott Hamilton, Bill Allred and many others.
Other than the Roadhouse, Mopsick appears on Thursday nights at Valenti’s Allegro Bistro in Venice with vocalist Deborah Opie, pianist Billy Marcus and drummer Stephen Bucholtz.
Jazz drummer Tony Vigilante is a native of Philadelphia. Since his move to Naples, FL he has become in demand throughout the Southwest Florida region for his wonderfully buoyant, driving swing feel and impeccable time.
During a long career, Tony has backed up many singers and entertainers such as Della Reese, Billy Eckstine, Maureen McGovern and Perry Como. He’s recorded with Buddy De Franco, the Al Raymond Orchestra and the Brian Pastor Big Band. Vigilante was a member of Ben Vereen’s touring band performing in Las Vegas, Reno and Tahoe casinos, as well as numerous theater performances on the East Coast. In television, Tony worked in live studio bands for shows such as Good Morning America, The Mike Douglas Show, The Phil Donahue Show and an HBO special, Ben Vereen Live from The Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas.
At the age of 23, I began to work weekends at resort hotels in the Catskill Mountains of New York. By that time, I had already been earning money playing the trumpet and bass guitar for seven years. Eventually, I took up playing the bass full time, but during that period my only real interest was to become the next Clifford Brown, and Bebop was my creed.
Bebop, or Bop, was a jazz movement created in the 1940s by Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, and others. Based at first on earlier jazz, the style explored new harmonic possibilities for familiar standard tunes and 12-bar blues by using substitute chord changes. The soloist improvised on new chords (often of his own invention) using many, many notes, sometimes quite abstracted and far removed from the original tune, often played at double-time or nutty, fast tempos.
Most of the musicians I knew in the early 1970s who were my age and worked the Catskill hotels were similarly infected with the Bop bug. Our duties consisted of playing (“faking,” or playing without written music) standard tunes for dance sets followed by a floor show. When called upon to stand up and solo, the temptation was to wail forth with our most righteous, fiery licks.
The hotel guests, over 50 and of course hopelessly square to us hipsters, were not shy about complaining to the bandleader if such an outburst occurred. What they wanted to hear was what Gershwin, Porter or Berlin wrote, not some far-out, bad jazz.
The bandleaders were acutely aware of the problem. Very often, right before the job began, the leader would admonish: “When it’s your turn to play a solo, I want to hear the melody. This ain’t no jam session. Just play the tune for them, okay?” It was okay, we all understood that it was a matter of job survival.
Sometimes there was a late dance set, by the end of which most of the guests had gone off to bed. That’s when the lid came off, and what we thought of as the “real music” began.
It was okay for a few years of summers and weekends, but then I moved on. My jazz sensibilities evolved as I became aware of a much wider world, in fact, an ocean of jazz. I became interested in playing the tuba and found myself in traditional jazz bands, learning “Jazz Me Blues,” “Milenberg Joys,” and discovering Armstrong, Jelly, Oliver, Bechet, and many others. I learned to value simplicity, purity, and above all the heartfelt truth of hard-swinging blues and stomping rhythm.
Finally settling on the bass fiddle as my instrument of choice, I got calls to play many different kinds of jazz, blues, pit bands, and generic jobs which are known in the music trade as “general business.” I never lost my interest in older, hot jazz and tried to seek out as many of those jobs as I could. Then, in the fall of 1990 I got a call from Jim Cullum in Texas. His bass player Jack Wyatt had just died after a long illness, and would I be interested in coming to San Antonio to audition for the job?
I went, Jim hired me, I stayed for 19 years. Last year we moved back to SW Florida.
From 1992-2005 I had a unique opportunity, along with the rest of the Jim Cullum Jazz Band, to serve on the faculty of the annual Stanford Summer Jazz Camp at Stanford University in Northern California. The Stanford Camp is a week-long immersion in the basics for instrumental and vocal students between the ages of 12 and 17. The umbrella organization, The Stanford Jazz Workshop, has been presenting a variety of education and concert programs at Stanford since 1972.
Our teaching duties at Jazz Camp included the entire band performing a few classics of pre-war jazz made famous by Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, etc., along with a talk by Jim Cullum. This presentation was given to the entire student body as part of a class called “Jazz Tradition.” Also, individual JCJB members conducted classes in ear training and master classes for each instrument, as well as private individual lessons.
As far as I know, Stanford is the only jazz camp in existence that offers faculty proficient in both pre- and post-war jazz styles. The majority of the faculty is Bop or Post-Bop oriented. A typical student ensemble will perform tunes made famous by Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Chick Corea, or Herbie Hancock such as “Milestones,” “So What?” “Blue Bossa,” etc. Our band coached two student combos in simpler, more traditional fare. One year our “advanced” student combo also prepared a separate program that included, among other Bop tunes, “Tadd’s Delight” by Tadd Dameron.
Jazz Camp was a rare opportunity for two cultures of jazz which are too often worlds apart to rub up against each other. For me, the annual experience helped to crystallize my thoughts about what I believe to be the most important elements—universal to all jazz—to impart to the next generation.
When we first started at Stanford in 1992, I felt as a stranger in a strange land, as if the JCJB was a hermetically-sealed time capsule pushing its way upstream against a torrent of modes, complex chord-scale relationships, polyrhythmic explorations, and reverence for a spurious teaching device called the “blues scale.”
By 2003 I felt that the seal had eroded considerably, and the message was finally diffusing out into the general camp population: good jazz doesn’t have to be complicated, some of the best jazz ever played is based on simple three-chord tunes, and great jazz solos can be constructed on a series of simple melodies played in hot rhythm. In a word, jazz is fun.
In my bass master class, I had the pleasure of witnessing the musical growth of a few returning students over a period of several years. One of the returnees had made a leap from the previous year when he was an average bass guitar student, to the next year, when he showed up playing some formidable bass fiddle and the promise of great things to come.
The camp lunch hour is given over to faculty concerts outdoors at the student center. Featured at one of these was an accomplished group of faculty players performing original music in a modal modern jazz style. A very energetic drummer played in the style of Jack DeJohnette, along with electric Fender Rhodes piano and amplified bass fiddle, with trumpet and saxophones playing directly into microphones in the pentatonic/modal style of Wayne Shorter, John Coltrane, Freddie Hubbard, etc. A satisfying, though loud performance worthy of respect.
My bass prodigy sat with me listening to the hour-long concert. Afterwards, he asked me, “How can I learn to like this kind of jazz?” I said, “A lot of people really go for this, but some never really learn to like it.” “How about you?” he asked. “I understand it,” I said, “but I prefer the kind of jazz where you can hear melodies.”
It was time to get back to class. His question was way too good and my answer was way too short. So, here’s the rest of it.
Modal modern jazz is a very rhythmic form of Impressionism. In the European art-music world, the analogous composers were Debussy, Ravel, and Satie. Their composing is characterized by constantly shifting tonal (harmonic) centers, and, except in the case of Satie, the melody takes a secondary role. The aim seems to be to bring the listener along on a journey of evolving palettes of colors and emotions. This compositional model is ideal for motion picture soundtrack scores, where the music serves to emotionally underpin the unfolding of the narrative.
In the jazz world, modal compositions also feature this constantly shifting tonality, for example, in tunes like Miles Davis’ “So What” (a slow rate of shifting), John Coltrane’s “Giant Steps” (very rapid shifting), or Joe Henderson’s “Inner Urge” (a moderate rate). Since a large part of a jazz player’s compositional art lies in the solo, the soloist in this style seeks to state or outline each tonality and then in subsequent choruses explore every possible permutation of it (some use the term “deconstruction” to describe this process, others use the term “vertical” to describe the mostly arpeggiated explorations of tonality).
One can think of the opposite of this harmonic compositional model as a melodic one (some use the contrasting term “horizontal” to describe a predominantly step-wise motion). Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Mahler, etc., come to mind as examples. The melody suggests the harmony, not the other way around. Variations and developments suggest and refer back to the melody. The best melodies unfold logically and can stand up by themselves as music without lyrics or as an accompaniment to a movie.
If we extend this concept to include hot rhythm, then most of the vast output of jazz created before 1940 can be characterized as melodic. Necessarily so, since early jazz players favored popular tunes as vehicles for their improvisations.
Melodies are popular, that is, easily accessed by most people, because they have the power of narrative—a capacity for which I believe is hard-wired into human brains. Like stories, melodies unfold, revealing themselves over time. This is the real challenge for the jazz soloist: to hold the listener’s interest solely by the narrative power of his melodic invention.
This is precisely the quality lacking in so many “modern jazz” soloists, and this lack goes a long way toward explaining why so many people avoid modern jazz entirely: they think of it as a mysteriously dense and impenetrable music that one has to study to understand. Jazz for jazz musicians.
Here’s a test: if you walk in on the middle of someone’s jazz solo performance, how long should it take you to recognize what song they’re playing? If the soloist has not cultivated a sense of melodic narrative, and makes no reference whatever to the song itself, it may take all the way until the end of the tune when the whole band states the melody explicitly.
If the soloist adopts the same pentatonic/modal approach for every tune, his solo will sound the same no matter what song he’s playing, usually a sort of generic 8th-note Coltrane. The real interest in such a solo performance then comes from the rhythm section, especially the drummer, who now assumes co-equal solo roles with the horn player throughout the performance. The line between soloist and accompanist blurs and disappears.
In my lessons and master classes, after suggesting how to practice scales and chords (which are the ABCs of jazz), I spend considerable time with my students on how to cultivate the improvisational mind. A large part of this comes into play in the process of inventing melodies that are spontaneous, playful, but coherent, logical and tell a story. This is especially helpful to budding bassists, who rarely if ever get a chance to play “tunefully” and are in fact often unaware that this is an option for them.
I ask them to think of a jazz solo as conversational speech. To get your point across while speaking to someone, several short sentences get the job done better than one long run-on sentence. The silences and their placement are almost as important as the notes. Modern soloists who understood this were Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Ahmad Jamal, etc.
The student should ask himself, “What am I saying with this solo, and can I say it more elegantly, with fewer notes and in fewer choruses?” and, “how is my solo different from the one I played on the last tune?”
The work of tenor saxophonist Eddie Barefield comes to mind as an example of this approach. In a career spanning 60 years, he worked with Fletcher Henderson, Ella Fitzgerald, and Duke Ellington. Watching him work was an epiphany for me. He constructed his masterful, long solos out of simple little riffs, setting them out and developing them gradually and patiently, at first leaving plenty of space between them, then building on sparse simplicity to a climax of grooving romp.
I’ve heard it said that almost anyone can learn to write a book, but telling a good story is a gift that few possess. Next to Barefield, my favorite jazz storyteller is Louis Armstrong. Each of his classic recorded solos unfolds in a startlingly creative yet melodically inevitable way, as if it were somehow out there just waiting to be discovered and played.
And what about those old “squares” at the Catskill hotels? Well, they don’t call them the Greatest Generation for nothing. Their ranks have thinned since the 1970s, but their immediate successors (those that came of age during the Korean War) still go out to restaurants and nightclubs in Southwest Florida, seeking out the swinging, pre-Rock music of their youth.
But, unlike my presumptuous attitude of forty years ago, I now feel inspired and privileged to play the melodies they knew, in the style in which they were created. The payoff for me is the look on their faces when, as Ralph Sutton was fond of quoting Fats Waller, “You get that right tickin’ rhythm and man, its’ on!”