September 6 dawned sunny and bright in Clarks
Summit, Pennsylvania, with an early warmth that anticipated the day’s eventual
climb to a humid 88 degrees. The sticky Sunday morning surroundings
notwithstanding, things were cool and inviting in the city’s First Presbyterian
Church — “The Church on the Hill” — when we entered at 8:30 a.m.
Indeed, as cool and inviting as Rev. Bill Carter’s
welcoming smile.
We were an hour early for the morning’s events,
knowing that some prep time was necessary. I was accompanied by what came to be
known as my entourage: Constant Companion Gayna, our Boston-based friend Scott,
and our D.C.-based friend Doug. The four of us unpacked the enlarged photos,
facsimile 1965 Grace Cathedral programs and other vintage materials — recently
used for Jim Martinez’s tribute concert (see previous post) — that I had
shipped to Carter’s office.
Armed with easels and other display materials, we
set up a tableau in the church foyer, designed to give parishioners a sense of
what it had been like for Guaraldi and his band, half a century ago.
This actually was my second visit to the church,
following a brief appearance the previous morning, during a final rehearsal involving
Carter (on piano), Al Hamme (sax and flute), Tyler Dempsey (drums), cantors
Susan Kelly and Alan Baker, and members of the First Presbyterian Church choir.
I hovered for roughly an hour, mostly checking sound levels and balance by
sitting in different parts of the worship hall. The trio initially overwhelmed
the choir a bit, so I encouraged Bill to enhance the gain on their microphones
(which earned an appreciative smile from the singers). Jon Tichenor, affiliated
with the local NPR station WVIA, spent that same time setting up recording
microphones in front of all instrumentalists and vocalists.
(My understanding is that, at some point, portions
of the Sunday morning service will be broadcast on WVIA as part of a new “Music
from First Presbyterian” radio series; details will follow, as they’re
verified.)
During my casual sound check, the band and choir
ran through a couple of the hymns that Guaraldi had arranged for his Jazz Mass
— “Come With Us, O Blessed Jesus” and the “Nicene Creed” — along with his
original composition, “Theme to Grace.” Everything sounded excellent, reflecting
the dedicated practice that had taken place during numerous earlier rehearsal
sessions. Individual singers queried a couple of fine points, but otherwise
Carter seemed quite pleased by the results, as well he should have been. I
certainly was.
But back to Sunday morning:
At about 9:15, my little group took their
appointed seats in the second row, while I followed Carter into the “ready
room” behind the worship hall. We were joined by Hamme, Dempsey and bassist
Tony Marino, the latter sharing the eye-watering details of some particularly
volcanic salsa/marinara sauce that he had concocted, with hot peppers from his
own garden. Carter smiled at the shared memory; I simply shuddered.
A few minutes before 9:30, Carter beckoned me to
follow, and we strolled back into the worship hall. During our brief absence, some
200 parishioners had pretty much filled the pews; roughly 50 more people
continued to arrive, and were seated in folding chairs.
I know what it looks like, but no; I'm not reading from the Bible! (It was just there, and I didn't dare move it!) |
I was impressed and, frankly, overwhelmed. The
service wouldn’t begin until 10 a.m.; I was merely the opening act ... and yet
a sizable percentage of Carter’s congregation had arrived early, in order to
hear my introductory historical overview of Guaraldi’s emerging career, and the
events that led to his commission to compose and perform his Grace Cathedral
Jazz Mass. I found it far easier to talk in Carter’s church, than had been the
case three weeks earlier at Grace Cathedral, due to that venue’s intimidating
“lag time.” Without the echo effect produced by my words landing atop each
other, I was able to “work the room” in a more relaxed manner, and the
congregation was generous enough to chuckle in all the appropriate spots.
The one mildly intimidating detail: I couldn’t move
about with a portable microphone, as I’d been told to deliver my talk from Carter’s
raised lectern. (I resisted the temptation to begin by asking the congregation
to come to order.)
Carter had requested that I talk for 20 minutes; I
ran about two minutes long, which seemed acceptable. (If you’re curious, my
entire opening commentary is available via YouTube.) Brief hustle and bustle
followed, as I quietly claimed my seat in the second row; Carter’s Presbybop
Quartet and the choir members took their places, and then the combo opened the
service with a performance of Guaraldi’s “Cast Your Fate to the Wind.” To say
that it perfectly set the mood would be an understatement; this familiar tune
amply showcased the tight-tight-tight
bond shared by the band members, with Carter, Marino and Hamme trading solos
and comping inventively behind one another.
The Clarks Summit Presbyterian Church Choir, with cantors Alan Baker and Susan Kelly at the far left. |
Demonstrating a gift for oratory every bit the
equal of his ferocious piano chops, Carter then welcomed the congregation and
led everybody in the Call to Worship. This was followed by the choir’s first
number: Guaraldi’s gentle jazz waltz handling of “Come With Us, O Blessed
Jesus,” with the quartet playing an interlude between each of the hymn’s three
verses. The congregation joined enthusiastically, their combined voices guided
by the choir and — most particularly — Kelly’s very welcome, conductor-style
gestures.
I was impressed by the way Carter and his band “helped”
everybody remain at tempo. You’ll generally notice, under similar circumstances
and with less accomplished instrumentalists, that a full congregation concludes
a hymn at a tempo that’s significantly slower than when it begins. Not the case
here: Presbybop took no prisoners — in the gentlest way possible — and the
result sounded terrific.
During the months that Guaraldi’s original
compositions and arrangements were meticulously transcribed, Carter took pains
to put the Mass’ various components back into their proper order (one not
reflected by the 1965 Fantasy album, which played fast and loose with
sequence). Thus, this opening hymn was followed by the “Kyrie Eleison” and
“Veni Spiritu,” at which point the Rev. Susan Wonderland (liturgist) led a
Prayer for Illumination, and then presented the First Lesson (Acts 10:34-48).
Carter then broke briefly from the formal service,
in order to spend a thoroughly charming few minutes with the congregation’s
youngest members, during a “Time with Children.”
“How,” he asked the half-dozen kids who filed
nervously to the front of the worship hall, “do you know when you’re happy?”
Shyness precluded any meaningful response, so
Carter took the lead, gradually revealing the motivation behind his query.
Music is happiness: an encouraging suggestion to let loose, and yield to any
impulse to sing or dance, and a joyous reflection of God’s love. So never be
afraid, he concluded while directly addressing his young listeners, to join in
by clapping hands or making your own noise ... “even if the adults frown.”
It was an impressive interlude, all the more
because Carter maintained such assured control. Working with little children is
a tight-wire act requiring delicate balance and a gift for split-second
recovery, as can be attested by those who recall the “Kids Say the Darndest
Things” segments of Art Linkletter’s
House Party TV show.
(I also found it delightful, after the children
returned to their seats, that the little girl at the opposite end of our pew
duly clapped her hands — rarely in time, but who cares? — during all subsequent
musical segments.)
Carter returned to the piano for the band’s
lovely, lyrical reading of “Theme to Grace,” with the choir adding exquisite
vocal shading. He then took the lectern to deliver the Gospel Lesson (John
3:16-21) and an absorbing sermon, titled “A Risky and Worthy Venture,” which
charted the inception of Guaraldi’s Mass, and the impact it had back then, and
continues to have to this day.
“It was a fresh marriage of jazz and liturgy,” as
he acknowledged in a recent interview.
I’ve
long known why Guaraldi’s Jazz Mass is so historically significant; it’s
refreshing to find somebody who regards it with similar respect. (Which is
undoubtedly why Bill and I get along so well!)
Once the sermon concluded, the band and choir led
the congregation in the festive, waltz-time arrangement of “Come Holy Ghost,”
followed by the challenging “Nicene Creed.” Despite the latter’s unusual cadence
and single-note melody, the congregation rose to the challenge: Carter had
wondered, during rehearsal, if only “a few brave souls” would attempt the
Creed, but most everybody I saw tackled it with gusto.
One might say they were determined to do God — and
Guaraldi — proud.
Carter then delivered a poignant solo piano
reading of Guaraldi’s “In Remembrance of Me,” which led into the Sacrament of
the Lord’s Supper, and the Great Prayer of Thanksgiving. Kelly and Baker soloed
on Guaraldi’s arrangement of “Sanctus” and “Agnus Dei,” followed by a reading
of The Lord’s Prayer.
The Presbybop Quartet, performing Guaraldi's "Holy Communion Blues": from left, Tony Marino on bass; Bill Carter on piano; Al Hamme on sax and flute; and Tyler Dempsey on drums. |
Then it was time to break bread and pour from the
cup, with the entire congregation taking communion while accompanied by Presbybop’s (mostly)
tranquil handling of Guaraldi’s “Holy Communion Blues.” I say “mostly” because
Carter and Marino couldn’t entirely control themselves, occasionally adding
some salsa-hued spice to the proceedings via briefly energetic solos.
The congregation then rose for the final hymn:
Guaraldi’s lively arrangement of “Humbly I Adore Thee,” with Presbybop lending
some tasty, triumphant spirit. I noticed, during this closing song, that a
press photographer had begun to circle the room, to take some candid photos.
(He had been requested to wait until then, in order not to disturb the
service.)
Carter retrieved the microphone one last time, to
give the closing Benediction.
Then Presbybop really
cut loose, with a welcome pair of Guaraldi standards presented as Postlude
Music: an energetic cover of “Linus and Lucy,” with Carter roaring through his
keyboard solo; and an equally animated reading of “Pebble Beach” (“a tune
you’ll recognize,” Carter promised the congregation, “even if you don’t know
its title!”).
And then, with me feeling a mixture of joy and
regret — that it was over, so quickly, after so much preparation — the service concluded,
a reverential and yet whirlwind 80 minutes after it had begun.
Congratulations were exchanged all around, during
the subsequent reception in the church’s downstairs banquet room.
I remain humbled by the entire event: touched by
the meticulous passion with which Carter had approached the initial
transcription work; delighted by the way in which the Presbybop
instrumentalists grooved to the music, and gave their all to the performance;
impressed by how enthusiastically the choir and congregation had participated.
At one point during the service, Carter read from
a letter than he had received from David Willat, who as a child had been a
member of the St. Paul’s Church Choir that accompanied Guaraldi during the
initial Grace Cathedral Mass presentation. After acknowledging that this had
been one of the most significant events of his life, Willat concluded by saying
(as Carter read his words to us), “Bless you for keeping it alive.”
Indeed.
In the words of Charles Dickens’ Tiny Tim, God
bless us, ev’ry one. For we have done San Francisco’s feisty little jazz
pianist a Great Deed, by honoring his spirit — and his music — in so
magnificent a fashion.
And who knows what the future might hold? As Carter
admitted, with a twinkle in his eye, maybe it’s time to take this Mass on the
road...
Sounds like a marvelous idea. And, to further
encourage such a notion, I left all of the aforementioned photo enlargements
and Grace Cathedral memorabilia with him.
Just some additional incentive, y’know.
*******
The Church on the Hill’s grand tribute to Guaraldi
garnered quite a lot of press, which you can enjoy here:
• A similar, even lengthier piece in the September 9 issue of the national Presbyterian Church (USA)
The Times-Tribune,
in nearby Scranton, also ran a nifty article in its September 7 issue, but
(alas!) that doesn’t seem to be available online.
As someone fortunate enough to have attended, I want to second the plaudits for this performance of Guaraldi's half-century old works. To my ears, this was as good a performance of these works as I can imagine, short of Vince being there to play, himself (and Bill Carter would give him a run for his money!). The combo members were each masterful instrumentalists, and the sound quality was far better than the acoustics in Grace Cathedral would allow (whether in 1965 or 2015). The choice to use professional cantors (rather than a full choir) for some of the liturgical chant portions was particularly inspired -- it removed some of the tentative muddiness that (to my ears) dulled the original performance.
ReplyDeleteEven as a YOOGE Guaraldi fan (as the Donald might say), I used to rate his Jazz Mass toward the bottom of his body of work. Based on the Fantasy LP, his attempts to merge plainchant and bossa nova never quite jelled for me ("peanut butter and pickles" as someone once commented -- I like them both, but not together). But I have to say that the tight, swinging combo, well-practiced choir, and reordered presentation (back into proper liturgical order, in a worship setting) made Guaraldi's work cohere and shine in new and more credible ways for me. Bill Carter and his combo did Guaraldi proud.
Thanks, Doug. It was a wonderful day, and we are grateful that Vince created this work. Glad you were there!
ReplyDeleteDid local radio ever carry any of this wonderful performance? I was just thinking fondly again about that event (which sounds *wonderful* in my memory!).
ReplyDeleteSadly, no. It was amazing, and it's a shame that the service won't be granted wider exposure.
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