Way Out Walkout
A great many people walked out on Miles Davis and John Coltrane, two great men of music they had primarily come to see and hear, at last Saturday's jazz concert at Shrine Auditorium, thereby provoking a recurrent point of controversy in listener-ship.
The Miles Davis sextet was the main event of the evening, last on the program, eagerly awaited.
Without any formality they went into a way-out number. It went on and on, with Davis and Coltrane alternating on solo passages. After about 15 minutes a few people got up and left. Then more and more, particularly during Coltrane's solos. He probably blows more notes than any other saxophonist but they seemed meaningless and repetitious.
Most of those who got up and left doubtless felt that whatever it was the group was trying to convey wasn't coming through to them and they'd had it. After all, they'd applauded wildly for the polished, subtle Modern Jazz Quartet, which preceded them.
| A FEW FELT that Davis and Coltrane were throwing one away, that is, sloughing off, perhaps on the grounds that the audience consisted mostly of squares who didn't appreciate them anyway. |
Those who stayed, the majority of the 6,000 present, doubtless felt that those who'd walked out had been rude to a group of great artists who have the right to remain remote and can refuse, if they wish, to drop down to the level of ordinary people. The same thing can be said of certain painters and writers.
The aftermath of a concert is an interesting debate on whether an artist has a responsibility to his audience.
I don't know. In the realm of jazz, which I prefer to any other music, I don't insist that they play "Star Dust," but Coltrane lost me in his interminable blowing and I walked out too.
By the way, Sleepy Stein, who plays jazz records on KNOB, pointed out that there had been more jazz concerts in the last 90 days in the L.A. area than in the previous two years. It would be a shame to put a damper on the rise of a great institution. But they've got to cut those numbers shorter.
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VOICE IN THE MOB
Chessman, Paar, what's all
What about the rest of us?
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