tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957911.post4393736460516249745..comments2024-03-28T12:59:05.739-07:00Comments on Iron Tongue of Midnight: Gulda and OthersLisa Hirschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14014924958428072675noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957911.post-63149827189692178232009-06-28T08:38:18.424-07:002009-06-28T08:38:18.424-07:00Oh my god. "Crewcut"!!Oh my god. "Crewcut"!!Lisa Hirschhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014924958428072675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957911.post-9651507430402446662009-06-21T21:24:40.907-07:002009-06-21T21:24:40.907-07:00A US record company tried to promote Gulda as a ja...A US record company tried to promote Gulda as a jazz player in the 1950's. I may be dreaming but I seem to remember that he played an engagement at Birdland, in Manhattan.<br /><br />This was the era when Down Beat magazine's editors decided the word "jazz" was uncouth and invited readers to submit replacements; the winner, I shit you not, was "crewcut." (The reaction of Miles Davis is lost to history.) There was a really concerted effort to whiten jazz--Brubeck's campus tours (he usually worked the host college's anthem into a solo), the promotion of "West Coast" jazz, the idea of George Shearing as (in Kerouac's dopey phrase) "the bop god." No fault of Gulda's, of course, he just got caught in the machinery.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com