My father, Doc Evans, lived and breathed music. It was his work, it was his relaxation. He had firm opinions on what was good music and he definitely had his opinions on what he didn’t like. Pianist Frank Gillis said that “if Doc was on the stand and somebody came up and requested anything not in the jazz line–like a polka or a waltz–Doc would just turn his back and walk away.”
I recently came across a book that had been in his library. I found it in my mother’s collection in Grand Marais, Minnesota. The book was titled, “Jazz: A People’s Music” by Sidney Finkelstein. Published by The Citadel Press in 1948, it is dog-eared with a cracked spine, but most interestingly: it has many notes in the margin written by my father. Some examples:
Doc wrote “good” next to this paragraph: “Creative jazz has style. It Applies the test of economy to every note and instrumental sound. It doesn’t use a dozen notes where three will do; it doesn’t use a dozen instruments when one will adequately handle the melodic line; it doesn’t use chords where the melodic feeling fails to call for them. Any element, to be included, must have a meaning, something to say, that would be lost if omitted.”
In the chapter, The New Jazz, a mention of “polytonal music” has Doc noting, “a fancy word for bad notes!”
In the same chapter, modern jazz’s appropriation of the blues is addressed: “But the modern blues are enriched and transformed.” Doc writes: “with all the lyrical form gone.”
Dizzy Gillespie’s “I can’t Get Started”: “One of the worst records ever cut!”
Stan Kenton: “Chaotic, trivial. The product of an overambitious small mind.”
My own recollection: I was playing the trumpet in our high school jazz band in the mid-seventies, and had a variety of artists that I was listening to. One of them was Bill Chase, the high note player that had a jazz-rock group named Chase. I had on the group’s final LP, Pure Music. Bill Chase was taking a screaming solo, that I was really digging. My father came into the room, listened for a brief moment, and pronounced them to be playing like “a bunch of Australian bushmen.”
Although I didn’t always share his opinions at the time, I came to realize that his adherence to his high musical standards is what set him apart from other musicians playing jazz. I’m sure there are many out there that are glad he did.