[JPL] More Kenny Drew Jr comments

Maurice Hogue onemansjazz at shaw.ca
Thu Apr 20 18:48:49 EDT 2006

Kenny Drew Jr has more to say in response to responses
to his first article.  It's taken from his website


I'm Going On Strike!

Thank you for all of the positive and even some of the negative responses 
to my previous article. You've given me a lot to think about(as if I didn't 
have too much to think about already!) I've also checked out the 
discussions on the  AAJ website and some of them seemed to stray pretty far 
from the original topic but I guess that's to be expected in a forum like 
this. Before I deal with title topic of this article, I would like to 
address some comments that have been made both in the chat room and in some 
of the e-mails I've received.(By the way, many thanks to Gary Bartz for 
defending my opinions!)

  First of all, there were some people who objected to my use of profanity. 
Maybe I shouldn't have used it in the title. I'm sorry, but almost all of 
my favorite comedians use a ton of profanity and nobody seems to care when 
they do it! Perhaps if my job description were "jazz/classical 
pianist/comedian" no one would have even noticed. I really do not feel a 
need to censor my speech. This is still America, isn't it? (Oops! I forgot! 
Dubya- or should I say Dumbya - is still in power! This isn't America 
anymore!) Anyway, even though I really don't want to, I will yield to the 
Almighty God of Political Correctness and keep it clean. Why can Chris Rock 
use all the foul language he wants to when he rants about something, yet 
some people tell me that I should tone it down? I guess when you're rich 
and famous you can say whatever the **** you want and nobody gives a ****!

  There were also a few people who were bugged because they thought that I 
was advocating shooting 50Cent and Eminem and wishing for their death. 
There's a little thing called satire. Some of you may have heard of it. I 
was only making a joke. I repeat: I WAS ONLY MAKING A JOKE!!!!! I happen to 
have a really sick sense of humor and I feel no need to apologize for it. 
So just shoot me! Hey! I just advocated shooting me! I really need to 
respond to myself for saying that!(If you thought that what I said was sick 
or over the top,maybe you should watch South Park sometime. Nuff said!)

  Lastly, there was one comment that suggested that I was only mad at 
50Cent because I was jealous and envious of his money. Whoever said this is 
a pinhead! Come on,be honest! Who wouldn't want to have that kind of money? 
Why do people spend so much money on lottery tickets? I'm mad as hell at 
50Cent because of his negative influence on our society and our youth. I 
couldn't care less about having his houses, his cars , or his groupies. 
(Wait a minute! Okay! He can send some of the groupies over!)

  Now to address the title of this article.You may wonder what I mean by 
going on strike. This means that I will no longer work at the clubs in my 
local area anymore. I live in St.Petersburg, Florida , which isn't exactly 
a cultural mecca but it's an affordable place to live. As a musician, I've 
been working in bars, restaurants and nightclubs my entire professional 
career, and to be honest, I'm tired of it! I will still play at out-of-town 
clubs, of course, because the money is better, the audiences are usually 
better,and they usually put me up at a nice hotel. I will also still play 
concerts, festivals, private parties, weddings, and corporate events 
locally because they usually pay better than the clubs. But as far as the 
local clubs, they can forget it!

  The jazz scene in general has become to my mind nothing more than lip 
service and chump change. People will give you lip service about how great 
you are and how much they love your music, but then they turn around and 
pay you chump change. Think about this: When I first started in this 
business I was playing little bars and clubs in the NY/NJ area for $60 or 
$70 a night. Now fast forward about 25 years. I am now considered an 
established jazz artist with a pretty good reputation. I've made 21 albums 
under my own name , played all over the world with some of the world's 
greatest musicians, and performed with symphony orchestras. Now, when I 
play a little bar or club in the Tampa Bay area I get paid a whopping $100 
a night. WOW!!! In real dollars ,I'm making less money doing these little 
gigs than I did 25 years ago when I was a nobody! In the real world 
continuing to do a job that pays you less than it did 25 years ago ,even 
though your skills at that job have improved immensely, would be considered 
sheer idiocy. In the jazz world, this is just business as usual. And,as 
with most things in this crazy world, I am sick and tired of business as usual!

  Let me tell you what I have to put up with to make this $100 a night 
windfall. Most of these clubs don't have a piano, so I have to bring my 
electric piano and amplifier. Sometimes I have to deal with a stage that's 
so small that I wonder if the whole band will fit there. As far as the 
audience goes, the place is either almost empty or it's packed with people 
who are talking(or yelling) and couldn't care less about the music. Usually 
when the room is almost empty the few people who are there came to hear the 
music. When the room is packed with non-listeners the people who did come 
for the music just get annoyed because the crowd is so loud they can't hear 
the music. Another thing is that steady gigs don't really exist anymore. 
Even in those rare cases when you do have a "steady" gig, it can end at any 
time. You can get fired at any time for any reason or no reason. Also, club 
owners are notorious for being"funny with the money". They will 
nickel-and-dime you to death and bounce checks without so much as a second 
thought. And of course,most of them have no clue about the music and have 
tin ears that can't tell the difference between Sonny Rollins and Clarence 
Clemmons. Also, if somebody comes in and offers to play the gig for $10 a 
night less, you're out of there. I am generalizing a bit here, because not 
all club owners are like this. Some of them are really cool and 
knowledgeable about the music and a few of them have become friends of 
mine;but these are the rare exceptions and they know who they are (in case 
any of them are reading this.)

  So there you have it. Your average local club gig means dealing with 
nonexistent or indifferent audiences, no job security whatsoever(and forget 
about any kind of benefits), and having your employment depend on a person 
who knows almost nothing about music. Yet these are the kind of jobs that 
people expect me to bust my ass to get. I'm sorry but I can't do this 
anymore. As jazz musicians we're expected to put up with crap that would 
make workers in other professions go out on strike. Well, I have decided to 
go out on strike all by my damn self! I know that not too many other 
musicians are going to join me in this and who's even going to notice 
anyway? But I really don't care. I feel that I have to take a stand on this 
even if I'm all alone. As jazz musicians we're expected to just be happy 
because we have all this "talent" and the ability to play this wonderful 
music. Well, this is one jazz musician who isn't happy with the situation 
and I don't care who knows it. Recently, I got a call from someone with the 
Jacksonville Jazz Festival about playing a gig there as a sideman. The 
pianist who was supposed to play cancelled a few days before the gig. I was 
available to do it, but I didn't because I wanted a measly $200 more than 
the chump change they were offering and they refused, even though they 
needed someone at the last minute. Even with my reputation and all of my 
accomplishments I'm not worth an extra $200 . And people wonder why I'm 

  To end this article, I'd like to tell the story of my very first jazz 
gig. I was living in New York at the time and met John Hicks through a 
mutual friend. I went to one of his gigs and sat in.He told me really liked 
my playing and we exchanged numbers. A week or two later, John called me to 
sub for him at a gig at a little place in Harlem. He said that he could 
only make the first set and asked me if I could play the rest of the night. 
I was so excited to be doing my first real jazz gig! When I got there and 
saw and heard the piano I knew I was in trouble. This was the absolute 
worst piano I've ever played.

  Not only was it completely out of tune with many broken strings, this 
monstrosity also had several keys missing . Not only were some of the black 
keys missing, some of the white ones were gone too! You can actually hurt 
yourself playing an instrument(and in this case I use the term very 
loosely) with missing white keys. But there were some good musicians on the 
gig and I managed to get throught it without injury. At the end of the 
night I was given a check for the jaw-dropping amount of $35. Of course, 
the check bounced. (I did get the money about a week later after I told 
John about it.) Can someone explain to me why I persisted in this career 
choice after such an auspicious beginning? I should have my head examined!


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