Tell 'em why you mad, Wynton.

DocMcCoy

Wynton Marsalis hates hip-hop. In other news, rain's wet, the sun's hot and cowshit's good for your plants.A choice quote; "I've been arguing with [Public Enemy frontman] Chuck D about this, on and off, for more than 20 years," he says. "Even he's come round to a lot of what I've been saying."So let me get this right - you act like describing current mainstream hip-hop as "ghetto minstrelsy" is somehow an original and unique observation, yet, by your own admission, you've been hating on hip-hop since back when having some sort of political imperative was still a big part of the music? GTFOOHWTBS.Wynton Marsalis - still a fuckin' jackass.

Cosmo

Wynton should start playing the trombone. And he should only play four notes lowering in succession on a scale with just a little bit of sustain on the last one.



"Wah wah wah wahhhhhhhhh"

kala

wynton hating is so 2003 like mt parnasse' library brie or shooting your friend whilst duck hunting

pcmr

The album's final track, Where Y'All At?, is a state-of-the-union address, a declamatory, baritone-voiced sermon about a country in chaos, set against a jittery New Orleans funk beat. The lyrics make you cringe occasionally ("the rap game started out critiquing/ Now it's all about killin' and freakin'"), but it's clearly a rap. Isn't it?

Where yall at in the rap game

'Your old woman got an ass like a truck/ Your old woman she likes to fuck.'" He declaims the words while beating out a rhythm on the table. "Today's hip-hop is just those pornographic rhymes on a grand scale."

Jazz on a grand scale

Marsalis' fury is not confined to hip-hop. His new album, From the Plantation to the Penitentiary, is an angry, fascinating, exhausting and often infuriating polemic that addresses the legacy of slavery. It's something that's never been far from his work, but too often his grand compositions on the subject - such as 1994's Pulitzer prize-winning opera Blood on the Fields, or 2001's symphony for the New York Philharmonic, All Rise - have fallen short of his ambition. (The late New Yorker critic Whitney Balliett described Blood on the Fields as "suggesting a play about slavery written by a precocious eighth-grade class".

The man who rails against conspicuous consumption is the same Marsalis who advertises ultra-bling Movado wristwatches in the US

For the past decade he has used his pulpit as the artistic director of jazz at the Lincoln Center - part of New York's large and well-funded arts complex - to denounce his fellow musicians who have moved into funk, fusion and the avant garde. While he paints himself as a lone voice of dissent that needs to be heard ("There is a need for strong visions to be asserted so people can choose; mine is just a single vision"), he has a salary (revealed last year to be about $850,000[/b] ), a budget and curatorial powers at the Lincoln Center that no other figure in jazz history has ever had. By concentrating on consolidation rather than experimentation (his jazz canon, broadly speaking, encompasses Louis Armstrong to early Miles Davis), he has been accused of encasing the music in aspic, and it has made him something of a hate figure in the faction-filled world of jazz.

Wynton Marsalis HipHop Ambassador

ZEN2

I think this pretty much sums him up:

The 46-year-old trumpeter and composer is regarded as a rather fogeyish, Brian Sewell figure in the jazz world, one who loudly registers his disgust at most music made since the early 60s.

DocMcCoy

I think this pretty much sums him up:

The 46-year-old trumpeter and composer is regarded as a rather fogeyish, Brian Sewell figure in the jazz world, one who loudly registers his disgust at most music made since the early 60s.

This is a man who refused to speak to his own brother after he went off to play in Sting's band, alongside such lightweights as Darryl Jones (ex-Miles), Omar Hakim (ex-Weather Report) and Kenny Kirkland (ex-...er, Wynton Marsalis).

ZEN2

I think this pretty much sums him up:

The 46-year-old trumpeter and composer is regarded as a rather fogeyish, Brian Sewell figure in the jazz world, one who loudly registers his disgust at most music made since the early 60s.

This is a man who refused to speak to his own brother after he went off to play in Sting's band, alongside such lightweights as Darryl Jones (ex-Miles), Omar Hakim (ex-Weather Report) and Kenny Kirkland (ex-...er, Wynton Marsalis).

Not to mention he completely ruined the PBS Jazz series. Ken Burns needs to release a "Wynton-free Director's Cut".

DOR

http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/story?section=entertainment&id=5082035

Hip Hop sales down 21%

I wonder if Wynton ever got paid off anyone sampling Skain's Domain.