Friday, July 20, 2012


Hey pallies, likes of the extraordinary thin's 'bout our most beloved Dino is the huge huge variety of musical sounds that he sang and recorded over his stunnin' career. Today we turn to the pages of the "Jazz Lives" blog where blogger Michael Steinman asks the evocative quire, "DEAN MARTIN IN THE LAND OF JAZZ?"

Mr. Steinman, who tags himself "an unashamed jazz addict" and has written widely in the area of jazz performance includin' "HOT HOUSE, Cadence and The New York Jazz Record." And, Steinman "since 1982 has been Professor of English at Nassau Community College in Garden City, New York."

This is a man with outstandin' credentials as writer and jazz enthusiast, and thus very cool to find him puttin' the accent on our Dino in his wonderful blog.

As you will read this post was in response to Professor Steinman visitin' the National Underground in NYC a few weeks ago and heard a Dino-compilation disc as back ground music to John Gill’s National Saloon Band. Loves how Steinman sez, "I always thought Martin was vastly underrated as a swinging singer." And from there he launches into a great bit of Dino-prose on the possible connections between our great man and the great sound of jazz.

This is one Dino-post that youse are certainly gonna wants to read to the full. ilovedinomartin expresses our deep appreciato to Mr. Michael Steinman for puttin' the accent on our Dino in this way and helpin' other jazz enthusiasts gets even more turned on to the Dino-sound. To read this in it's original format, as usual, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram. Dino-psyched, DMP btw pallies, you will also want to spend some time readin' the fine comments associated with this Steinman's Dino-reflections.


In May 2012, I visited the National Underground on East Houston Street in New York City to hear John Gill’s National Saloon Band play a few glorious sets, with music ranging from Chicago jazz of the Twenties to Bing Crosby in the Thirties to Jimmie Rodgers . . . see the expansive range of John and the band here and here.

The management of the National Underground might not have had the most solid understanding of what John’s audience would have understood as appropriate background music — but they did the best they could for “older Americana”: a Dean Martin compilation CD.

I always thought Martin was vastly underrated as a swinging singer, and recall with pleasure the words of the late John S. Wilson, jazz critic for the New York Times (he had a seminal radio program on WQXR-FM, which began with Ellington’s ACROSS THE TRACK BLUES — evidence of Wilson’s deep good taste): he wrote that Martin deserved to record with the best jazz background then possible — a small band featuring Joe Thomas, trumpet; Vic Dickenson, trombone; Ben Webster, tenor. (I think that band could have made Raymond Massey swing, but no matter.) It never happened, and I didn’t have any sense that Dean Martin had actually recorded with a swinging background.

The compilation CD went through the familiar Martin recordings and then arrived at one new to me, a song that borrows elements from a half-dozen songs, not the least of them being I’M GONNA SIT RIGHT DOWN AND WRITE MYSELF A LETTER. This lyrical conceit is more vindictive than lonesome, addressed to a presumably unfaithful or duplicitous lover, I’M GOING TO PAPER MY WALLS WITH YOUR LOVE LETTERS. But listen closely to the band:

The opening ensemble reminds me of the Rampart Street Paraders — neatly “arranged Dixie,” in the manner of Matty Matlock or Billy May, with the string bass playing in two, a descending “Dixieland” figure scored for the horns, then a clarinet obbligto making its way in as the chorus continues — it could be Matlock or two dozen other players to my ears. After Martin finishes his first chorus, things get looser and more heated. Is that Dick Cathcart on trumpet? Clyde Hurley? And the trombonist, expertly maneuvering around in the middle and low section of the ensemble, could be Moe Schneider — lacking the violent swashbuckling of Abe Lincoln.

But wait! There’s more!

At 1:27,more or less, the veil of polite behavior lifted, the businessman’s-Dixie got put aside, and the Masters came out to play. To my ears, the drummer is Nick Fatool, the trombonist Lou McGarity (based on the shouting entrance into the solo). This deliverance lasts less than thirty seconds, but it’s a wonderful surprise. (And — so reminiscent of the 1928-31 “hot dance”records that had a peppy orchestral rendition of a danceable melody, then a winning but restrained vocal chorus — with a fiery eight or sixteen bars of jazz improvisation in the last chorus . . . if the prospective buyer had gotten that far, the sale was complete and Mother or Father were not going to scared off by some unbridled devil’s music.)

The closing chorus is slightly more emphatic than the first, but it’s fairly clear that the players have gone back to the manuscript paper: the whole recording, presumably from the middle Fifties, has a sweetly nostalgic air, harking back to Bing Crosby and the John Scott Trotter small groups.

I confess that what has appeared above has very little solid evidence to support it. I could find no hard evidence of personnel, recording date, and location: the only evidence I have is that the song was recorded by The Ravens and the Andrews Sisters . . . my guess is that this order is right. If anyone knows more than I have offered here, please chime in. Until then, I invite you to savor Martin, the band, and that brief hot interlude in the middle. Eckhart Tolle tells us that it is not our true work to name the beautiful bird or plant that we encounter in our travels, but to enjoy it . . . so if it turns out to be someone entirely unknown to me on drums, on trombone, I will be surprised but I will live through it.

And this post is for the fine trumpeter and subtle singer Andrew Storar, who told me two days ago that Dean Martin was his favorite.

May your happiness increase.


Matty said...

Thanks DMP! I think that most of Dino's swingingest, jazziest songs were recorded during his Capitol Records years. When you see Dino performing with the Jazz Greats on his TV show he surely looks like he's having a great time performing with them!

Always On Watch said...

Love the Dixie sound!

Our Dino did several tunes with that sound -- an entire album. Capital Records, of course.

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes as always Matty your are most Dino-welcome...and of course your Dino-observations as usual or right on the Dino-mark! Keeps lovin' our Dino!

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, exactly Miss AOW, as one of the pallies who commented on the original post, the al-b-um is “Swingin’ Down Yonder.” Keeps lovin' our Dino!