{"id":4416,"date":"2014-01-01T22:21:10","date_gmt":"2014-01-01T22:21:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jazzusa.com\/15th-annual-dupont-clifford-brown-jazz-festival-2003\/"},"modified":"2012-10-03T13:03:22","modified_gmt":"2012-10-03T20:03:22","slug":"15th-annual-dupont-clifford-brown-jazz-festival-2003","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/?p=4416","title":{"rendered":"15th Annual DuPont Clifford Brown  Jazz Festival 2003"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"left\"><b><font size=\"2\" color=\"Blue\" face=\"Verdana\">Festival Report 2003<\/font><br \/><font size=\"3\" style=\"font-face:verdana; font-size:16px\" color=\"Blue\" face=\"Verdana, Helvetica\">  15th Annual DuPont Clifford Brown<br \/>Jazz Festival &#8211; June 15-22, 2003<br \/><\/font><\/b>  <font face=\"Verdana, Helvetica\" color=\"#000000\" size=\"1\">    by Eugene Holley, Jr.<\/p>\n<p><\/font>    <font face=\"Verdana\" size=\"2\"><\/p>\n<table align=\"right\">\n<tr>\n<td align=\"center\"><font size=\"1\" style=\"font-size:10px\" color=\"gray\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/storypix\/herbieatdupont.jpg\" alt=\"Herbie hancock at the 15th Annual DuPont Clifford Brown Jazz Festival\" hspace=\"8\" vspace=\"2\" border=\"1\"\/><br \/>Hancock Photo by Billy Martin &#8211; Pictrman@aol.com<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<p>  The growth of a jazz festival is no different than the growth of a musician.   Like the musician, the festival arrives on the scene, explores a wide   variety of styles and presentational forms. On its quest to find its own   voice, it makes mistakes, and improvises on them. Then one day, the festival   delivers a performance that heralds its arrival, and announces to the world   that it has something to say.  <\/p>\n<p>  At a time when the death of jazz is once again foretold, the 15th Annual   DuPont Clifford Brown Jazz Fest in Wilmington, Delaware was a welcome, Mark   Twain-ish rebuttal of the art form&#8217;s supposed demise. For one week, a total   of 50,000 jazz lovers, sometimes through rainstorms, listened to a   well-programmed and well-paced presentation of jazz styles, from the   Crescent City grooves of the Preservation Hall Jazz Band to the Othello   Molineaux&#8217;s Trinidadian steel drums with the Afro-Rican Ensemble, all of   which were presented for free, save for $10 dollar charge to see Wynton   Marsalis and Jazz at Lincoln Center.  <\/p>\n<p>  But before I talk about the festival, let me talk about the city in which it   was held. Of course, the festival is named for the great trumpet god and   native son, Clifford Brown, who was killed in a turnpike accident at the age   of 25 in 1956. Aside from Brown, many assume that&#8217;s it when it comes to jazz   in Wilmington, just like many assume that there&#8217;s nothing to Delaware   because they can pass through it in 15-20 minutes on I-95. But a closer look   at this city of about 73,000 &#8212; a major stop on the Underground Railroad &#8212;   would reveal something else. Beyond Brown, the city can proudly boast of a   small, but nonetheless impressive list of important jazz artists, including   Duke Ellington vocalist Betty Roche, vibraphonist Lem Winchester, drummer   Wilby Fletcher, saxophonist Ernie Watts and recently, avant-garde pianist   Matthew Shipp.  Billy Eckstine&#8217;s pioneering bebop big band with Sarah   Vaughan and Dizzy Gillespie premiered in Wilmington in 1943. Lionel Hampton   gave a benefit concert for St. Joseph&#8217;s Church in the &#8217;40s, and let&#8217;s not   forget the 1956 Blue Note recording, The Incredible Jimmy Smith at Club Baby   Grand. I point those facts out because for this writer, who grew just two   blocks from Rodney Square, the park located in the center of downtown   Wilmington, named for the great American patriot, Cesar Rodney, which housed   the main stage, the festival puts a much-needed positive spotlight on a   city, that has not also lived up to its potential as a strategically-located   cultural  and historical enclave midway between New York and Washington,   D.C.  <\/p>\n<p>  The Festival kicked off on Sunday with  selections from Duke Ellington&#8217;s   Sacred Concerts at the Episcopal Church of Saints Andrew and Matthew, just a   few blocks from Rodney Square by a local 15-piece big band and choir, under   the excellent leadership of David Christopher Price. This music, which   contains, spoken word, ballet and tap dancers, was written by Elllington in   the late &#8217;60s toward the end of his life. It represented the sum total of   his comprehensive, compositional genius, encompassed all of the sacred and   secular strains of American music, and is extremely difficult to play. But    Price and company did the material justice.. It was amazing how singers like   alto Chantal Jackson, Valerie Clayton and Charlotte Paulson, with her   stirring, spiritual recital of &#8220;Come Sunday,&#8221; echoed the Black, Brown and   Beige voices, of Ivie Anderson, Alice Babs and Mahalia Jackson.   Instrumentally, pianist George Genna&#8217;s dark Ducal piano lines swung the   mid-tempo trio selection, &#8220;The Shepherd.&#8221;  They all captured the essence of   Ellingtonia, as evidenced by the overflow audience, which danced with the   youthful swing dancers down the aisles, choreographed by Ellington&#8217;s godly   grooves.  <\/p>\n<p>  At Rodney Square, the inventions and dimensions of jazz were in full effect.   Electric violinist Michael Ward brought back the spirit of Noel Pointer with   his quiet storm\/smooth jazz renditions of Stevie Wonder&#8217;s &#8220;Knock&#8217;s Me off My   Feet&#8221; and Ronnie Laws &#8220;Always There.&#8221; Lalah Hathaway, made a surprise, but   welcome appearance with her similarly syncopated sounds, which included her   radio-friendly favorites &#8220;One Day I&#8217;ll Fly Away,&#8221; &#8220;Baby Don&#8217;t Cry,&#8221; and a   crowd-pleasing rendition of &#8220;Back Together Again,&#8221; made famous by her   father, Donny Hathaway and Robert Flack, and co-performed by singer, Rahsaan   Paterson.  <\/p>\n<p>  On the other end of the musical spectrum, alto saxophonist Greg Osby, who   lives in the Delaware Water Gap area, delivered his arresting and angular   versions of Fats Waller&#8217;s &#8220;Jitterbug Waltz&#8221; and Andrew Hill&#8217;s quirky tune,   &#8220;Ashes&#8221; The dark-suited Osby, sporting a tan, upturned hat, filled the   square with his piercing, Eric Dolphy-derived saxtones, and his sly, and   inventively melodic improvisations beautifully supported by his quicksilver   quartet that included the young, powerhouse drummer, Eric McPherson. The   young Japanese pianist keyboardist Hiromi at times took the music further   &#8220;out&#8221; than Osby did on her set, which featured selection from her Ahmad   Jamal-produced Telarc debut CD. sounding like an unformed blend of &#8217;70s   Chick Corea and &#8217;30s James P. Johnson, the keyboardist displayed total   command of her instrument, which time and maturity will grow into something   more cohesive.  <\/p>\n<p>  Latin tinges from the Caribbean and South American were well represented.    Philadelphia&#8217;s Kenny Barron provided the zesty sonic seasonings of   Afro-Brazilian grooves, courtesy of his Canta Brasil band: percussionist   Guilhermo Franco, drummer Duduka de Fonesca, flutist Anne Drummond and   bassist Nelson Matta. This Rio-American outfit took the best of the northern   and southern hemisphere, combining American jazz swing with the Brazilian   samba, baiao and bossa nova rhythms. Barron&#8217;s fluid, Hank Jones-inspired   piano lines floated above New World beats on the processional pulsations of   &#8220;Belem,&#8221; the lilting Luiz Bonfa\/Black Orpheus selection, &#8220;Manha De Carnaval&#8221;   and the festive &#8220;Donia Maria,&#8221; highlighted by Franco&#8217;s Afro-anthemic   percussion solo on the pandeiro hand drum. The multi-talented, Cuban-born,   Florida-based trumpeter Arturo Sandoval literally blew the crowd away with   his spirited Cubop set. He opened with a heartfelt rendering of Benny   Golson&#8217;s Clifford Brown ballad trbute, &#8220;I Remember Clifford,&#8221; with the pithy   poignancy &#8220;Brownie&#8221; was known for. But his swing-at-the-speed-of-sound   workout on the bop classic &#8220;Hot House&#8221;  showed his debt to Dizzy Gillespie.   It wasn&#8217;t enough that Sandoval is one of the top trumpet players on the   planet. He also played piano and timbales on an Afro-6\/8 number and a   clave-coded tune. for the sendoff, Sandoval traded some formidable fours on   Clifford Brown&#8217;s &#8220;Sandu,&#8221; with homeboy Winston Byrd, who more than held his   own.  <\/p>\n<p>  Since this fest is named after a trumpeter, it&#8217;s a no-brainer that that   instrument is featured, hence the ground shaking Trumpet Legends at 65:   David Weiss, Roy Hargrove, Terrell Stafford and Philadelphian Randy Brecker.   Fueled by a killer rhythm section featuring bassist Dwane Burno, pianist and   the outstanding drummer, Pete La Roca  Sims, this fearless foursome took no   prisoners in this hard-bop set, which featured the music of Freddie   Hubbard&#8217;s &#8220;Birdlike,&#8221; &#8220;The Core,&#8221; and &#8220;Lament for Booker&#8221;  Lee Morgan&#8217;s   &#8220;Twice Around,&#8221;  and Booker Little&#8217;s. &#8220;Calling Softly.&#8221; The four hornsmen&#8217;s   chops were similar in their bravura trumpet styles &#8212; But the dreadlocked,   white-clad Hargrove stole the show with his lovely flugelhorn solo, while   Weiss, a founding member of the New Jazz Composers Octet, and one of the   best, but often overlooked trumpeters in the Big Apple, did an outstanding   job of setting the pace for this group.  <\/p>\n<p>  The splendid Winterthur Gardens, a sprawling country estate own by the   DuPont Family, located six miles northwest of  Rodney Square in the suburbs,     hosted  the headliner, Jazz at Lincoln Center with Wynton Marsalis. It was   the first time the that festival was presented there, and, except the for   the unfortunate fact that the band played on a bandstand at least 40 feet   from the audience ( thankfully, the band was seen on a jumbotron video   screen), it was a rousing success. Marsalis and his well-oiled big band,   highlighted by the outstanding musicianship of drummer Herlin Riley,   saxophonists Ted Nash and Victor Goines, extended, elaborated and refined   several songs from the jazz canon. Thelonious Monk&#8217;s &#8220;Oska T&#8221; sounded like   one of Hall Overton&#8217;s famous arrangements, capped by a robust solo from   baritone saxophonist Joe Temperely. Nash&#8217;s spicy, flamenco-flavored number   recalled Charles Mingus&#8217;s &#8220;Tijuana Moods&#8221; was contrasted by the Dukish &#8220;Back   to Basics,&#8221; a Marsalis selection from his Pulitzer Prize-winning, Blood on   the Fields oratorio, which was signatured by the leader&#8217;s laughing plunger   mute. Riley&#8217;s polyrhythmic pulsations brought an Afro-Caribbean flavor to an   Art Blakey piece and Marsalis concluded with &#8220;Big Fat,&#8221; a New Orleans second   line ditty.  <\/p>\n<p>  Marsalis may have been the headliner, but back at Rodney Square, Herbie   Hancock was the headline. Performing with the Delaware Symphony Orchestra,   under the direction of arranger\/conductor, Robert Sadin, who worked with   Hancock on the 1998 Verve release Gershwin&#8217;s World, and most recently on   Wayne Shorter&#8217;s Alegria.  Hancock explored of Gershwin&#8217;s classical and jazz   influences, and revisited some of own influences and compositions.  At home   with jazz, fusion, hip-hop, rock and world music, Hancock started his career   as a classical pianist who performed with the Chicago Symphony as a kid.   Like John Lewis of the Modern Jazz Quartet, Hancock&#8217;s balance of   African-American blues and jazz improvisations with European classical   structures, was simply ingenious and organic sounding and  he combined the   best of both worlds. With bassist Scott Colley and Richie Barshay, a   teenaged drummer from Connecticut, who is the reincarnation of Tony Williams   when he joined Miles Davis&#8217;s band in the &#8217;60s. After Sadin conducted the   orchestra through a contrapuntal overture by Bach with Gil Evans-like   conducting, Hancock&#8217;s powerful and ultra-rhythmic pianisms peppered the West   African-cadenced take on Gershwin&#8217;s &#8220;Fascinatin&#8217; Rhythm,&#8221;  and a lovely   Ravelian reading of &#8220;lullaby.&#8221; Duke Ellington&#8217;s &#8220;Cottontail,&#8221; swung with the   mid-60s, post-bop rhythmic interplay Hancock created back in the day with   Williams and Ron Carter. The most incredible aural alchemy occurred on the   spectral reworking of Gershwin&#8217;s &#8220;Prelude in C Sharp Minor.&#8221; Here, the    composition was rendered with a foreboding, mid-tempo Afro-Eurasian tinged   mallet drums, anchoring the singing string as if they were wailing in the   blues, topped by Hancock&#8217;s soulful and sophisticated solo. The orchestral   remake of Wayne Shorter&#8217;s &#8220;Nefertiti&#8221; evovled the tune&#8217;s harmonic palette to   Stravinskian heights. Hancock&#8217;s &#8220;Maiden Voyage&#8221; and an plaintive solo piano   encore of &#8220;Dolphin Dance,&#8221; showed how intertwined  jazz and classical music   really are.  <\/p>\n<p>  The festival also featured free showings of jazz-themed movies and   documentaries like &#8220;A Great Day in Harlem&#8221; and &#8220;Calle 54.&#8221; Not even the rain   could dampen the jazz spirit. When the raindrops came down on the soul-jazz   group,  Masters of Groove, featuring the Elkton, Maryland native and super   drummer Bernard &#8220;Pretty&#8221; Purdie, the few brave souls who endured the deluge   were rewarded by coming up to the covered stage for a more intimate   performance.  <\/p>\n<p>  Kudos  go to Mayor James M. Baker, a true student of the music, who donated   his record collection to the local library, and to Tina Betz, Director of   the Mayor&#8217;s Office of Cultural Affairs. They have delivered a world-class   jazz festival, and elevated this city&#8217;s profile as a beacon for cultural   tourism.      <\/font><\/p>\n<p>          <?php require($DOCUMENT_ROOT . \"_footer.htm\");   ??><\/body><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Festival Report 2003 15th Annual DuPont Clifford BrownJazz Festival &#8211;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4416","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4416"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8807,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4416\/revisions\/8807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jazzusa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}