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THE JAZZ ARCHIVIST A NEWSLETTER OF THE WILLIAM RANSOM HOGAN JAZZ ARCHIVE ISSN 1085-8415 VOL. XXIII (2010) Doc Paulin Brass Band on parade at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, 1978. (l to r): Dwight Miller, tenor sax; Dwayne Paulin, tuba; Darryl Walker, trombone; Michael White, clarinet; Ricky Paulin, snare drum. Photo by Harriet Blum. Special Autobiographical Issue Michael G. White: “Dr. Michael White: The Doc Paulin Years (1975-79)” Donald M. Marquis: “My Life in Jazz” Charles and Judy Piper: “Passport to History” Plus Edward Allan Faine: “Al Hirt at the White House” Contributors: Editorial Board: Michael G. White Dr. John Joyce, Editor Donald M. Marquis Lynn Abbott, Assistant Editor Charles and Judy Piper Dr. Bruce Boyd Raeburn, Curator Edward Allan Faine Dr. Lance Query, Dean of Libraries “Dr. Michael White: The Doc Paulin Years” by Michael G. White On a hot Sunday afternoon in May man looked at me, frowned and grumbled. Then 2005 I drove across the Mississippi River from a surprisingly thick French Creole voice came New Orleans to the neighboring community of from his smooth, very dark mahogany-colored Marrero, in search of the Macedonia Baptist face: “Youngsters. Y’all ain’t no good. … If I Church. I soon found myself alone on a quiet call you for a job, will you show up?” “Yes sir.” street, parked in front of the small brick “Will you dress right, in black pants, a solid structure. Focusing on the church brought me black tie and a white band cap?” “Yes sir.” “Will back exactly thirty years earlier, when this was you play this music right? This is jazz, it ain’t the scene of my first professional music job – no rock & roll, ya know.” “I’ll try.” “No you as the clarinetist in Doc Paulin’s Brass Band. won’t! Y’all youngsters ain’t no good. All y’all There it all was before my eyes: well dressed do is mess up.” He let out a Creole-sounding church members lining up in the street; someone laugh. “Well anyhow, give me your number.” carrying a blue and yellow banner with the Two weeks later I answered the phone church’s name; a few majestic elders perched on to hear Doc Paulin’s unmistakable voice say: the backs of convertibles; and neatly groomed, “Look, White, I got a lil ‘to do’ for you there well-behaved children looking like miniatures of … a church parade over the river a week from the adults in black suits and white dresses. There Sunday. Be at my house at 9 a.m., you have my I was – in the center of a dozen musicians, with address on Seventh Street. That’s black pants, a a clarinet in my hand and a nervous feeling in clean white shirt, clean black shoes, solid black my gut… tie – none of them polka dots - and a white band How on earth did I get hired for this cap. Ya got dat? I hope you ain’t one of dem in the first place? My three and a half years of humbug fellas.” I could hardly wait for the days private clarinet lessons and playing in the St. to pass. I bought a band cap and solid black tie. Augustine High School Marching 100 had only My mother cleaned and pressed a white shirt trained me to read music and play from written to the point of perfection. I polished my black scores – not to develop and improvise my own shoes to a spit shine. ideas. It all started with a curious interest in That Sunday I arrived at Doc’s house traditional jazz during college. Becoming a very early and was invited in by a small boy Spanish Education major should have meant an who resembled the old man. A few minutes later end to my music playing days, but there was Doc came from the back and without saying a just this drive inside of me that wouldn’t let the word, looked me up and down several times. He clarinet become a dust collector. One day during smiled and uttered, “Humh,” and handed me a a conversation with some Xavier University blue hatband with the letters “DOC PAULIN” band members, music major Alton “Big Al” in white. “Put that on your hat.” Then he Carson mentioned his playing tuba with a brass began to talk endlessly about music, musicians, band on weekends. I told him that if they ever youngsters, and the old days. I just sat and needed a clarinetist to call me. Of course they listened until a knock on the door took his never would. attention. As other musicians gathered outside A few weeks later I ran into Big Al the house, each one got the same military with that brass band at the New Orleans Jazz inspection that I got. He complained about one & Heritage Festival. He introduced me to this guy’s not quite solid tie; another one’s dirty old man with a trumpet in his hand: “Doc, this shoes; and another’s wrinkled shirt. We loaded is the clarinet player I told you about.” The old into three cars and made the short trip to the 2 The Jazz Archivist Vol. XXIII (2010) church. this one time. We were standing in front of Macedonia There was no way of knowing then with church members in line in front of and what would be the significance of that Sunday behind us. Then a few trumpet notes came from afternoon church parade in May 1975. I had behind me, followed by a drum roll to begin the embarked on a path that would forever direct music and the church’s anniversary parade. “… my life toward a long and rewarding career But wait a minute. in jazz. It was the What song are we start of an informal about to do? What apprenticeship in key is it in? What traditional jazz that do I play?” …Too had been standard late. A thunderous for New Orleans “BOOM, BOOM, musicians since BOOM” from the earliest days. I the bass drum was about to be introduced the submerged in a hymn “Lord, Lord, decades-old tradition Lord You Sure that was at the core Been Good to of one of the most Me.” From the first rich and unique notes the music subcultures in the was an exciting United States. It mix of melody, was the start of a improvisation, and very different kind driving rhythm that of education, unlike made the church any that I received in members strut formal schooling; one ever so gracefully that would teach me along to the music. about the meaning I remember just of community, trying to place heritage, tradition, a few good black history, values, screaming high spirituality, identity, notes in empty and life. It was spaces. After an also the beginning hour and a half of of my becoming parading around an eye-witness to the neighborhood and participant Doc Paulin on parade, Mardi Gras Day 1976. and my skating Photo by Matt Anderson. in a transitional through up-tempo period in the history hymns, the parade ended. We went back to of New Orleans music: the last years that New Orleans and Doc quietly slipped everyone authentic traditional-style jazz served a vital a folded hand of cash. I went home feeling a and functional role in the African American sense of accomplishment for having played a community as the dominant music of brass professional music job in spite of not really bands in social club parades, church processions, knowing what I was doing. Doc would probably and jazz funerals. never call me again, but at least it did happen These were the days before the Dirty Vol. XXIII (2010) The Jazz Archivist 3 Dozen and Rebirth and the explosion of modern- in many community functions. style brass bands that gained momentum Though black brass bands had always during the 1980s. Back then black community played for white events, large scale interest functions almost existed in a vacuum, isolated and commercial opportunities had eluded the from much of New Orleans and not well known traditional ten-member brass bands throughout or publicized outside of the neighborhoods in much of jazz history. When scores of New which they took place. Though brass bands did Orleans area musicians and small dance play for events in the mainstream population, ensembles migrated and popularized jazz the unique African American community nationally through performances and recordings processions that used them were part of a during the nineteen teens and twenties, the brass subculture far removed from the more widely bands and their unique local functions largely known aspects of local culture, like Mardi remained a community thing. Having limited Gras, Bourbon Street, jazzfest, tourism, and commercial appeal and outside interference, more commercial versions of jazz. Despite the brass band tradition was left alone to slowly the popularity of rhythm & blues, funk, and evolve on its own terms. more modern musical styles; the attraction of Larger attention for local brass bands contemporary pop culture and fashion, and the can be traced to the 1940s “revival” of outside common discarding of anything perceived as interest in early New Orleans jazz, which “old,” the traditional jazz style as played by eventually led to the first ever recordings of a Buddy Bolden, King Oliver, Louis Armstrong, regularly working brass band, the Eureka, in and all the great brass bands of yesteryear still 1951. Brass band recording was slow in coming, dominated black community processions. It was but it did increase during the 1960s at the same the only music played on the streets back then – time that they began to be used in the more performed, sponsored, and followed by people commercial world of conventions, tourism, of all ages and levels.