June 2025 – Jarrett House North

Marcus Roberts, Alone With Three Giants

Roberts’ solo recital explores three distinctive jazz composers’ voices and finds his own.

Album of the Week, June 21, 2025

The challenge of mastering your influences has come up several times in this series, and it’s one that permeates the practice of jazz: how do you move beyond imitating those that came before you and shaped your thinking about music? Over the course of several records we saw Branford Marsalis arrive at a sound that is distinctively his own, particularly with The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born.

Marcus Roberts was on his own such journey, working through his compositional and performing influences in his first few solo outings. Today’s record finds him confronting those influences head on in a solo recital that performs music from three of his greatest influences: Jelly Roll Morton, Duke Ellington, and Thelonious Monk. And he comes out the other side with a sound that is distinctively Marcus Roberts.

“Jungle Blues” opens the album; one of three Jelly Roll Morton compositions here, Roberts keeps the mood placid but with an undercurrent of perpetual motion from the stride chords in the left hand. He also adds harmonic interest with his left hand, bringing in notes of gospel and blues that add complexity and interest. Also noteworthy is the way the melody migrates from the right hand to the left, so that he can add what almost seems a third voice with the right hand.

“Mood Indigo” takes a quiet path into Duke Ellington’s great composition (last heard in this column on Ellington’s 1950 recording Masterpieces by Ellington). on a theme from clarinetist Barney Bigard. The initial statement of the melody is in the high register of the piano, but just as Ellington did, Roberts takes the first verse down into the lower register of the instrument, coming back up for the chorus. He plays the choruses with a great deal of rubato and dynamic variation, sounding a bit as if the music is coming in a dream, an effect emphasized by the seventh chords in the coda.

“Solitude” starts out in the same pensive mood, but with considerably more warmth by virtue of its lower voicing. Legendarily the piece was composed in a recording studio in 20 minutes, as Ellington arrived for a recording session with 3 works and in need of one more. There’s no haste about the arrangement here, with Roberts using effects in the higher octave to add additional urgency and variety to the latter verses. Again, there’s a shift in tonality in the coda as Roberts seems to drift away into a reverie. “I Got It Bad (And That Ain’t Good)” feels a bit like the bluesier cousin of “Solitude,” but still holding the reflective move.

“Trinkle Tinkle,” the first of the Thelonious Monk compositions on the record, puts us in a different mood, more uptempo and vigorous. If you didn’t know it was Monk you’d think you were hearing more Morton, as the stride left hand technique Roberts used on the first track is also present here, albeit at a brisker tempo. Roberts’ rubato and octave-hopping improvisation keeping a thematic continuity with the Ellington tracks, and there’s some spectacular meter-shifting in the second half of the composition along with some swooping arpeggios, all while that stride left hand keeps rolling along.

“Misterioso” loses some of the mystery of the original composition but underscores Monk’s debt to Jelly Roll Morton in emphasizing the constantly moving chords in the melody. The improvisation carries us to some different places, with a combination of a high gospel improvisation and some left hand work that swings enough to feel a little shaggy. Overall there’s considerably more swing in Roberts’ interpretation than in Monk’s insistently four-square original. “Pannonica” gives us a more meditative Monk original; except for the ever-moving tonality of the melody, we might be back with Ellington. Roberts’ read of the tune has the rubato of his Ellington readings but the insistent swing of his Monk, adding up to an original synthesis of the different voices in the recording.

“New Orleans Blues” returns us to Jelly Roll Morton, where we hear a little of Monk’s conception in Roberts’ syncopated placement of the chords and the off-angle rhythmic drive. Roberts plays Morton like Bach, not in a fugueing sense but in terms of the absolute authority of the statement.

By contrast, in “Prelude to a Kiss” he continues to underscore the mystery in Ellington’s incredible ballad, lingering over the suspensions in the melodic line to call out the dissonance in the composition. Hearing it reveals the connection from Duke to Monk; both men heard harmonies differently than everyone else. The bridge gives us the connection back to Morton, as well, with the rooted stomp of the chords revealed as the harmonic language settles down. It’s a nifty Rosetta Stone for Roberts’ vision of the three composers, in just over three minutes.

And it segues flawlessly into “Shout ’Em Aunt Tillie,” with the opening chords feeling like an extension of the delirious chord progression in the opening of “Prelude.” Roberts takes the opening out of time and then downshifts into a vigorous 4/4. Listening to his performance, which shifts from fairly straightforward left-hand chords and right hand melody to some all-hands harmonic improvisation, is like listening to an orchestra come out of the wings. You’re reminded that Ellington didn’t only write swooners; this tune could have been repertoire for Louis Armstrong. And yet Roberts doesn’t just play it like New Orleans jazz. Listen to the rhythmic improvisation at 3:30, where he shifts the right hand half a beat behind the left, or 30 seconds later where the shifting rhythmic emphasis in the left hand gives the effect of a hemiola. It’s arresting, and one of the highlights of the record.

Roberts signs off the Ellington portion of the recording with “Black and Tan Fantasy.” The early Ellington composition on a theme provided by trumpeter Bubber Miley is a pocket symphony, and Roberts gives us the funereal march at the beginning, the rhythmic opening, and a solo that seems to float over the deeply regimented blues happening below. Again it seems like there might be more than two hands on this keyboard!

When we wander into “Monk’s Mood” it seems both casual and otherworldly. Like “Prelude to a Kiss,” the song takes us through multiple tonalities; unlike the earlier work, it doesn’t seem to resolve to any of them. But the main tune is still quotable, albeit fragmentary. There’s a broad romantic statement followed by a musical laugh in the lower piano, and just as it seems that we’re going to resolve in F major, it pivots to C, a brief dip into B and then finally back to C, using three octave arpeggios and asides to facilitate the key changes. And the whole thing feels effortless throughout.

“In Walked Bud” is more effortless Monk, with the eccentric genius’s salute to eccentric genius Bud Powell sounding positively straightforward compared to some of the other tunes—at least until Roberts gets into the first improvisation, where he shifts the rhythm, seems to linger over the phrases, all while keeping everything moving forward. In the second improvisation there’s a second where it feels like the wheels have come off, but he’s just slowing down into a swinging prelude to the final recap.

“Crepuscule With Nellie” is a composition we’ve heard a few times before—and critically, it’s a composition, as in written out from beginning to end, so if you play it right the opportunities for improvisation are limited. But Roberts finds them. Again as with “Misterioso” he swings where Monk played straight time, and—most scandalously of all!—he repeats the tag at the end of the second and third repetitions of the melody, like a private joke. The effect is to add a certain earthiness to Monk’s strange love song, which leads effectively into Morton’s “The Crave” to close us out. The last number is played on what seems to be a de-tuned piano and hearkens back to his rendition of “Shout ’Em, Aunt Tillie” with its rhythmic drive. There’s even a moment that seems to quote Scott Joplin and lean forward to Gershwin simultaneously. It’s just another great Marcus Roberts performance, effortless but ingenious all at once.

Roberts went on from this recording to do a series of albums in the 1990s, starting with my personal favorite of his albums, As Serenity Approaches, which features a combination of solo and duet performances and showcases his self-assurance as performer and composer. The recordings tailed off in the early 2000s as the industry changed and he went deeper into his teaching at Florida State University College of Music. He revisited Deep in the Shed in 2012 and has continued to record music that is steeped in traditional jazz while adding his own distinctive voice.

Next week we’ll close out this series with a sharp left turn that was both unexpected and inevitable when it was released in 1994.

You can listen to this week’s album here:

BONUS BEATS: I couldn’t resist highlighting my favorite track on When Serenity Approaches. While there doesn’t appear to be a full-album playlist of the CD-only release on YouTube, there is my favorite track, a magnum opus original that goes from a blues to a classical concerto and back within one massive seven-minute solo performance. Here’s “Blues in the Evening Time.”

Branford Marsalis, The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born

A free jazz outing for Branford’s trio yields more than a few whistleable melodies, and some fiercely ascetic improvisation.

Album of the Week, June 14, 2025

Branford Marsalis had built two brands by the time 1991 rolled around. He was still appearing periodically with Sting, most recently on the rocker’s concept album The Soul Cages, and in 1990 had started to perform from time to time with the Grateful Dead, even appearing on their 1990 live album Without a Net. But he also had an increasingly solid run of more traditional jazz albums to his name, and his most recent one, Crazy People Music, had hit Number 3 on the Top Jazz Albums chart and been nominated for a Grammy award for Best Jazz Instrumental Performance, Soloist (he lost to Oscar Peterson). In this context, his 1991 album, The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born, feels a bit like a statement that he had serious things to say about jazz.

In Branford’s earlier albums you can hear his influences at work, with a solid Wayne Shorter and Ornette Coleman, to say nothing of Ben Webster and Jan Garbarek, on display in Random Abstract. Those influences were consolidated into Branford’s own musical conception by the time of Crazy People Music, and on The Beautyful Ones we’re in an entirely new landscape, by turns bleak, playful and primal in its approach. We’re also in a land of burnout, in the sense coined by Ornette Coleman, in which the soloists take their improvisations as far as they can go rather than being constrained by bar counts. This record is as close to free jazz as Branford had gotten to this point in his career.

As with Trio Jeepy, he was without frequent collaborator Kenny Kirkland on this one;¹ the trio included Branford, Jeff “Tain” Watts on drums and Robert Hurst on bass. Younger brother Wynton shows up for a tenor/trumpet battle on “Cain and Abel,” and Courtney Pine appears on a CD-only bonus track. For the most part, though, you just get the trio, giving them an enormous amount of freedom to explore their sonic world.

“Roused About” opens with a Robert Hurst-penned tribute to Charlie Rouse, the tenor saxophonist who collaborated with Thelonious Monk from 1959 to 1970. Like the best of Rouse’s playing, Branford’s solo statement of the melody here is all angles and unexpected austere turns, but it’s also deeply swinging and convincingly melodic, in spite of the odd modal twists of the melody. Bob Hurst plays a sort of omnitonal walking bass that never stops moving but also seems to never settle down into one key. Likewise, Jeff “Tain” Watts gives us a sort of shambolic swinging pattern on cymbals and snare, what Branford’s brother Delfeayo calls in the liner notes his “‘stumbling drum’ technique.” But it’s a whistleable melody and a genuinely fun performance.

There’s also a strong melody in “The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born,” but as the basis for a series of variations. Hurst’s bass provides single notes and chords of support, playing a gentle harmony in the head and then providing strummed, almost kora-like support under the improvisation. Branford improvises rhythmically, at first slowly but by the fourth peak in a spiraling frenzy. The title of the piece is taken from the 1968 novel of the same name by Ayi Kwei Armah, who wrote about conditions in a post-independence Ghana and the struggle of the narrator to find his way amidst corruption and decay. Branford’s work can be heard as a lament, if not a threnody, and by the time Tain’s drums crest like a wave under the soloist the lament has reached a fever pitch. Hurst’s solo plays melody and harmony at once, punctuated by the pulsing kora sounds as Branford returns to recapitulate the melody. It’s an engrossing listen even at 13+ minutes.

“Cain and Abel” sets up a conversation between two brothers, who by now had evolved to very different perspectives of what jazz could be. They play the head together, a melody that seems designed to disguise that it’s in 4/4 time, and quickly swing into a call-and-response, with Wynton making the opening statement and Branford responding—sometimes echoing, sometimes inverting, sometimes wryly commenting. At times it sounds like Wynton is winning some musical battle, but then Branford hits a lick back or inverts the harmony and we’re in a very different place. At the end Branford swings into a different key and mood entirely, and the horns end the piece in parallel harmonic descending arpeggios, landing in a different key as Bob Hurst supports them with a two-note ground that sounds as though they might be ready to start an entirely new tune. The whole thing swings all through thanks to Hurst and Tain’s shambolic rhythm work.

“Citizen Tain” has the strongest melody of the faster pieces on the record, consisting of a series of arpeggios in triple meter that swing into a fast four over Tain’s explosive drumming and Hurst’s ground bass. As the trio swings into the first variation, Hurst’s bass finally snaps out of its repeated accompaniment into a brisk walk, proving that basses can walk in time signatures other than 4/4. When the bassist takes a solo, it’s the first time we hear something other than the walk as he plays syncopated open fifths and sixths. The trio comes together at the end, doubling up on the triple-meter arpeggios into a fade-out.

“Gilligan’s Isle” is a free, slow ballad that bears no resemblance to the television show’s theme. The group’s musicianship means things are constantly in motion, but without a strong melody to latch onto it’s hard for me to find much to write about. “Beat’s Remark,” the other Bob Hurst tune on the record, has a stronger, wistful melody that’s doubled in the bass over a constantly moving roll of the tide of Tain’s drums. Hurst takes the first solo, sowing bits of the melody among a long swinging statement that ends in some high bass harmonics as Branford comes back in. The band double- and triple-times the melody but somehow seems to still shamble their way into a transformation, when at around the 7:45 mark Branford hits and holds a series of notes, playing a sort of “B” version of the original melody, and giving a quiet line interrupted only by one outburst note and supported by a series of suspended subtonics on the bass. The head returns, but the band seems to look around one more corner and find one more iteration of the melody to collectively improvise into, this time finding a rhythmic pattern that they ride into the end of the groove.

This is among the last of Branford’s run of recordings for Columbia Records that I can find on vinyl; the CD format had won by this point for many reasons, not least of which was the greater capacity offered. Case in point: the CD version contains two more tracks than present on this LP, “Xavier’s Lair” (continuing the X-Men theme begun in Crazy People Music, and “Dewey Baby,” a blistering tenor battle with English saxophonist Courtney Pine. The whole set is pure fire. I confess with some residual cringing that this is the second time I’ve reviewed this album; the first was for UVa’s alt-weekly The Declaration, and I am grateful that it has yet to be digitized because I seem to recall using words like “ceremonial dances around the fire” to describe how the music made me feel. Ultimately The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born is about three musicians exploring how far they can take their music. It’s heady stuff, and I can only wonder what the Deadheads who might’ve picked it up thought.

Branford had a few other surprises in him, and we’ll check them out in a couple weeks, but first we are going to check back in one last time with Marcus Roberts and find him in a very different context.

You can listen to this week’s album here:

BONUS: Branford’s live album with this trio, Bloomington, provides a technicolor window into the power of his compositions (and the players). Here’s the title track in its live version.

In late 1990 and early 1991, Kenny seems to have been quite busy producing and performing on Charnett Moffat’s solo debut Nettwork, appearing on Jeff “Tain” Watts’ solo debut Megawatts, backing up UK tenor sax sensation Courtney Pine, and recording his own self-titled solo debut. It’s a little hard to tell because these albums don’t list recording dates, but it’s a safe assumption he was pretty busy. ↩︎

Blogaversary 24

Looking back, and forward.

The original home of Jarrett House North, from just before this blog really started.

I used to mark the anniversary day when I started this blog, on June 11, 2001, as my Blogaversary. I haven’t really marked the date since 2016, but something feels right about calling it out today.

When I started, I posted several times a day, whenever the thought struck me. I’ve since had a career, and children, and both those things have made it so I’m picking my words more carefully. But I missed the impetus for regular writing.

So a few years ago I started my Album of the Week series, which has grown into the longest running thing I’ve consistently done on this blog. Originally just a fun excuse to sit down and listen to vinyl, it’s become a rhythm of my week, a way to make my brain slow down and really think about something other than the day to day. And a way to build up writing stamina and to exercise the long form writing, once my first book was done.

Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll write the next book, about something completely different. Or about jazz. Or glee clubs. But for now, I just love that I can write and share the music I love with you.

Marcus Roberts, Deep in the Shed

A lesser-known but brilliant suite in the Ellingtonian tradition from Marcus Roberts and a bunch of Wynton Marsalis alumni.

Album of the Week, June 7, 2025

We’ve written a bit about the fights between the Wynton Marsalis side of 1980s jazz, of which Marcus Roberts was part due to his role as pianist in Wynton’s small groups, and the “old guard” then represented by Miles Davis and the fusion movement. Some of the pro-Wynton writings of critic and liner-note author Stanley Crouch seem in retrospect to be hysterically overblown. But one positive aspect of Wynton’s circle and their desire to conserve the jazz past was a fresh attention to composition and harmonic development, a path that led Wynton directly to Ellington.

The Marsalis association with Ellington is plain in hindsight, between the formation of the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra, his album-length (or double-album-length) composed suites, and the Essentially Ellington high school competition. But in the late 1980s and early 1990s the trend was revealing itself slowly, through a series of albums by Marsalis and his band, including today’s offering by Marsalis’s pianist and arranger Marcus Roberts.

Deep in the Shed presents a striking contrast with Roberts’ first album, The Truth is Spoken Here. There’s nary a solo piano work here, and little to remind us of the Miles Davis Quintet. Instead, the composer brings a suite of works full of harmonies so thick you could slice them like pie, full of tight solos and assembled like jeweled boxes.

The band he put together had more than a family resemblance to the Wynton Marsalis band. The horns—Wessell Anderson on alto, Todd Williams on tenor, Wycliffe Gordon on trombone—all were performing with Wynton’s larger group, and were joined or replaced on some numbers by Herb Harris on tenor and Scotty Barnhard on trumpet, also part of the Marsalis machine. Reginald Veal and Herlin Riley are both well known to us by now; the duo of Chris Thomas (bass) and Maurice Carnes (drums), both little known, perform instead on the first two tracks. And on trumpet for two of the tracks, one E. Dankworth—Marsalis, under a pseudonym due to his Columbia contractual commitments (or maybe just for fun).

“Nebuchadnezzar” opens with a flourish: a single note on the tonic, a modal solo in the piano, against a throbbing beat from Thomas, Carnes and Herlin Riley on percussion. The horns play the theme in a tight harmony that’s reminiscent of some of Duke Ellington’s finer big band writing. Wycliffe Gordon has the best moment, a growling trombone solo that starts at the low end of the instrument’s range as if telling a quiet joke at the back of the band room. Roberts’ solo is restrained, sounding a bit like his production on “Single Petal of a Rose” at first but growing in intensity through different rhythmic gestures. Throughout the bass from Chris Thomas stays almost entirely constrained to the pentatonic scale, continuing to drive that Middle Eastern feeling.

“Spiritual Awakening” starts with an almost Motown-inflected solo from Herb Harris followed by a restrained but church-inflected solo from Roberts. Thomas and Carnes are restrained to the point of invisibility, leaving room for Roberts to shift keys into Wycliffe Gordon’s wah-wah trombone solo. Gordon both elevates the proceedings with the unexpected texture and leaves a much-needed smile behind—and a small wash of applause, one of the only clues that some of the album was recorded live in concert (as the liner notes indicate, at the Saenger Theatre in New Orleans, on December 15, 1989). A concise solo from Scotty Barnhard follows, but Harris gets the last word, taking us out on a sigh.

“The Governor” has another modal theme in C, stated by the four horns together, this time with Todd Williams on tenor and Wessell Anderson on alto. No retiring Marcus here; his solo is fiery and his punctuated block chords are bold. Wessell Anderson gets a burning alto sax solo in A minor, bringing it back to C for Todd Williams’ solo. It’s overall a lesson in minor-key exuberance.

Side two opens with “Deep in the Shed,” and some seriously funky work on drums, cowbell and bass from Herlin Riley and Reginald Veal, whose arco bass on the tonic underscores the prelude. Herb Harris states the theme, with all the horns coming in on the chorus. The form, as Roberts states in the liner notes, is an extended blues, two four-bar sections followed by an elongated six bar closure on the head; for the solos we’re back in twelve bar form. Wycliffe Gordon again gives us a growly solo that arises from the depths, followed by Herb Harris, who takes two verses to rise from the low end of his instrument up to an extended series of interrupted utterances punctuated by the piano. The recap leads into Roberts’ first solo, and the first break in the funk groove as we swing hard through the blues. Throughout his solo he switches from swing rhythms to triplets to syncopation, growing in intensity throughout. Scotty Barnhard gives us a Marsalis-inflected solo with mute that then shifts into a high register for another run. The rhythm section leads us through a coda that slowly drops away until only Veal is playing over Roberts’ quiet chords. Underneath Roberts suddenly shifts from the swung chords into a triple meter in the lower reaches of the piano that becomes a concerto, ultimately crashing down to the very lowest note on the piano. It’s head-swiveling and powerful.

“Mysterious Interlude” starts with just Roberts, Riley and Veal again, with the theme stated by Williams, Anderson, Gordon, and “E. Dankworth.” Wessell Anderson takes a high yearning solo that circles us back to the theme. Roberts’ solo blends the blues and gospel across two verses, and back into a key change. Marsalis’s distinctive trumpet gives us a bluesy, lazy float down the river, leading into the final statement of the theme. It’s definitely an interlude in that it is full of anticipation without the payoff.

That payoff comes in “E. Dankworth,” as Marsalis tosses off a virtuosic high solo leading into a jitterbuggy blues. Roberts’ piano trio with Veal and Riley is in high spirits here, racing down the piano at breakneck speed. When Marsalis returns it’s in slightly more restrained form, but still swinging, throwing rhythmic variations and leaning hard against Veal’s swinging bass, until he returns once more to the head. The horns—Williams and Anderson—are there just as a Greek chorus to punctuate the theme, as Wynton rips the last phrases. Someone shouts out, “Homey, you was in there!” at the end.

Deep in the Shed hasn’t been always well recorded critically, with reviewers noting its relative darkness and “an excess of seriousness.” For me that darkness and seriousness is one of its strengths, leavened as it is with humor and humanity from the soloists, particularly Wessell Anderson. But for me the lasting impact was the compositional form. If the large format jazz suite was to ultimately become Wynton Marsalis’s greatest compositional legacy (beginning with the trio of albums under the name of Soul Gestures in Southern Blue, particularly the second volume, Uptown Ruler, moving on to In This House, On This Morning and Citi Movement, and culminating in his Pulitzer-winning oratorio Blood on the Fields and its sequel All Rise), it’s with records like this one by his band member Marcus Roberts that this musical direction had its origins. The move toward long form works also illustrated a fundamental difference in the approach to the art from Wynton’s older brother, Branford; we’ll hear a high point in Branford’s pursuit of his vision next time.

You can listen to this week’s album here:

BONUS: Not a listening, but a spectacular collection of writings about and interviews with Marcus Roberts courtesy of jazz critic Ted Panken.

BONUS BONUS: Here’s the 2012 version of Deep in the Shed, this time minus Marsalis but with a full nonet, producing a sound that I think is more organic and lived-in than the original recording: