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Music Review: Alvin Batiste – Marsalis Music Honors Series

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People think of clarinets as this sound from a different era, and the guys who play them as having done so in black and white.

Alvin Batiste, who initially found his muse in Charlie Parker's "Now's the Time," was never that way. His isn't a same-ole, same-ole southland sound so much as a retro-fitted bebop update, with period instruments. Later, he dove into Sonny Stitt — and Batiste told me, a few years back, that he never emerged.

Stitt's playing, he said that day, allowed Batiste to recognize his own "intuitive consciousness."

That Batiste did it in New Orleans, his home but also the birthplace of Dixieland's anachronistic tourist-trap deathlessness, was all the more remarkable.

Batiste — not a household name, but deeply admired among musicians — lived as he died, falling just before a show at this year's Jazz Fest, but not before recording one last blast of definitive music as part of the Marsalis Music Honors Series on Rounder Records.

Batiste could speak with passion about how rag eventually fit together with blues in the Big Easy to make modern jazz, but he never agreed to stop there. Not in conversation, and not in his music.

New Orleans, Batiste said then, is the model for global civilization — with jazz at its center — and his albums, rare as they were, stand as a living embodiment of that aesthetic.

Loose, but never comfortable, Batiste played with a firebrand focus until the end. At one point, during the playback of the superlative track "Bumps" (his grandson's nickname) from this album, Batiste was brought to tears by the moment.alvinbatiste

"Music, man," he said, as his eyes filled. "Music."

You might not have heard this music from him, unless you studied the liner notes of guys like Julian "Cannonball" Adderly (a new version of "Salty Dogs," from that period, is included) paid close attention on Ray Charles tours or knew where to find him in New Orleans.

Yet, along the way, Batiste also broke some ground in Billy Cobham's fusion band, broke the color barrier in the New Orleans Philharmonic, established a first-of-its-kind jazz studies program (at Baton Rouge's HBCU, Southern), helped found the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts, and toured in the 1980s with the innovative Clarinet Summit, which also included Jimmy Hamilton, among others.

The appearance on three tracks here of saxophonist Branford Marsalis as well as Marsalis family sidemen Russell Malone (guitar) and Herlin Riley (drummer), contribute mightily to the hometown vibe. (Marsalis and Riley were, along with Donald Harrison and Henry Butler, former students.)

And there are times when you can relax with convention: Malone strikes the appropriately staid pose on a standard like "Skylark," which still sounds as lively today as it must have the day that Hoagy Carmichael wrote it.

But, by and large, this is not a record that spends too much time looking over its shoulder. Batiste wasn't, even at the last, that way.

It's why Batiste remains that most special of things: The old-school modernist.

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  • personally, I’m not fond of listening music from clarinet alone but it still gives a beautiful sounding music to my ears.. i think it would bring no harm if i try to listen something new… thanks!