JAM October/November 2007 Issue: Feature Story

I Need Money
(or, Jazz Isn't Free)

I need money. I have legitimate needs. I have a cat that demands the top shelf food and if I show up with less, ridicule ensues,"What is this? I thought you were a jazz legend!" He scoffs at the explanation I offer, that the cost of living has doubled and my annual income is the same as it was 10 years ago.

I need money. Like it or not, we live within a capitalistic society. Gone are the days of government subsidies, royal patronage and donations from the rich. We have a job to do, to entertain, amuse, and somewhere along the way, to impart a little art into the world. It's not that easy. I'm not complaining, I love my job. But I have bills to pay like everyone else. That car payment for my Mercedes is just killin' me, to say nothing of the insurance.

So what does this have to do with you? Bulletin: Jazz isn't free. We need money. Where does that money we make come from? Does it grow on the jazz tree? So many questions.

Well, welcome to the Jazz Food Chain, and you're at the top. Congratulations! Here's how it works:

The musicians are at the bottom. We are paid by the club, hotel or restaurant. Their money comes from food or liquor sales. Sometimes there is a cover to supplement the establishment's ability to afford music. This money directly from you, the people with the power at the top. It's that simple. Don't you feel cool now?

We are directly dependent on you. Without your understanding and cooperation, we are sunk. So how can I help,you ask? Here are a few ways to insure that the next time you go out to hear live jazz, the band hasn't been replaced by satellite radio or the club has turned into a sports bar. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Buy something. I'm not talking about sipping on a club soda for three hours. That will keep the fan above you on for about 30 seconds. Chances are, you did not pay a cover, so spend some money, honey. Buy a drink. You don't have to consume it, just purchase it. Better yet, by me a drink. Having dinner is a good one. You won't believe how good you'll feel knowing that with every bite of that salmon you're eating, you're contributing 4 bars to that killer solo I'm playing. And next time you are confronted with a cover charge, don't look at the guy like he just asked you for your firstborn child. Just envision that you're putting that money right into my hand, because you are. That should make you feel much better. Want to be worshiped? Tip like there's no tomorrow. Most of the staff's income is derived from your generosity, not a salary, and they are also a part of the equation.

I need money. Stop a minute and think about it. Next time you see me on the street, say, "Stan, come over here and get some money." Or, better yet, be a real part of the music scene. Share in the creation of an art form by joyfully coughing up some bucks the next time you go out. My cat will appreciate it.

Stanton Kessler