THE FEDERAL JAZZ COMMISSION CONVENES IN IOWA
by Donn Andre

Washington's only "federal" organization that works at night and on weekends, the Federal Jazz Commission, convened in central Iowa on the last weekend in June to hold meetings at the 24th annual Cedar Basin Jazz Festival, part of the Sturgis Falls Celebration, held in Cedar Falls and neighboring Waterloo on the banks of the beautiful and usually flooded Cedar River. The Feds were only the second band from Washington to appear at this fest – Southern Comfort with both Henning Hoehne and Donn Andre attending played here in 1984 (Donn's brother and family lived here at the time). In the beer tent the bar is a long line of planks with the performers of each year etched into each wood section, and Southern Comfort headed the list in 1984. We noticed that the corn was not yet as high as an elephant's eye, but was certainly in evidence all around, particularly that served up from the bandstand.

Band members making the trip (or attempting to) were leader Marty Frankel (cornet) with Dianne; Donn Andre (banjo) with Connie; Tom Gray (bass) with Sally; Sonny McGown (drums); Henning Hoehne (clarinet and soprano saxophone); and Steve Welch (trombone and vocals). Tom drove, making genealogy stops before and after (we haven't seen him since!); Marty and Donn flew out two days before the event to see the countryside (the Frankels went shopping at the Amana Territories – new freezer maybe? And Donn went to see his father's hometown of Cassville, WI); their trip was delayed in Minneapolis when Northwest decided not to fly to Waterloo for lack of passengers! Henning and Sonny showed up on Friday on schedule, minus Steve, who arrived in the middle of our first set that evening at the Main Stage with a travel horror story (we rearranged the tune list ‘cause nobody sings like Steve, except in 1984 the banjo player did sing "Huggin' and A'chalkin'" or was it "Chuggin' and A'hawkin'"?).

The other bands at the Festival were Igor's Jazz Cowboys (Tempe, AZ); Kinda Dixie Jazz Band (Las Vegas, NV); New Red Onion Jazz Babies (Kansas City, MO); and two Cedar Falls groups: the Saints Dixieland Jazz Band and the Sugar Daddys. All bands acquitted themselves well and this listener was particularly impressed with the New Red Onions, and the improvement of the Saints since my last visit. The FJC was the only purely trad band playing at the fest, although most groups played several Dixieland chestnuts, adding twists here and there. Igor, an annual favorite, always drew crowds; but the Feds built a good following as word got around (I wasn't sure whether they came to hear our music or to listen to Marty Frankel's lively patter). In fact, we heard most groups repeating tunes which they felt were successful or crowd pleasers; while the Feds did not repeat any of the more than 50 tunes Marty had selected (except one, requested by Donn's family – a niece lives in C.F.). The souvenir tent offered a free festival t-shirt to the person who could come up with the correct title of our opening theme (All The Girls Go Crazy…), and an obviously well-traveled gent jumped up and claimed the prize!

There were three jazz venues. We opened at the Main Stage outside in Sturgis Park along the river - the stage looked like a section of a riverboat, people sat on lawn chairs or blankets and hid under the trees until the sun went down, and freight trains would rumble 20 feet behind the stage with diesel horns blaring. Musicians tried to play along with the horns, or vice-versa.

The other two venues were: in the Old Broom Factory, a neat restaurant across the tracks from the main stage and by the old railroad bridge - space here was limited and packed; and in the lounge of the Starlight Best Western Hotel in Waterloo, where all the bands were lodged. The festival was free, a rarity these days (the festival is financed by advertisement and sales). However, one could not bring food or drink into any of the venues, but had to buy it there. Still a bargain, though.

The music at the Main Stage was broadcast by the local NPR station on Saturday afternoon, but we don't know if any was recorded. The TV station was to videotape all the bands on Sunday afternoon at Sturgis Park. They taped only the FJC because a strong thunderstorm blew up scattering fans and sending the TV people scurrying to protect their equipment. Our wonderful hostess in Cedar Falls, Judy Harrington, sent the tape to Marty, and it is a splendid memento.

Our last set was conveniently in the Starlight Lounge so it was easy to fall upstairs to bed after a busy weekend. The trip back home on Monday for most of us was uneventful, except for a 2-hour delay in arriving because of thunderstorms. We still don't know how Tom's trip went; he may have been swept downstream by the massive flooding that drowned the upper Mid-West after we left (they had to park a freight train ON the steel and concrete Cedar River bridge to keep it from floating away). Only kidding about Tom--he and Sally got back unscathed.

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FEDERAL JAZZ COMMISSION INSPECTS SONOMA VINEYARDS
by Donn Andre

In late August the Federal Jazz Commission met in California to examine the methods employed and the quality of the production at several outstanding vineyards in the Sonoma Valley.

While engaged in this important non-governmental pursuit, the 6-member jazz band also played for enthusiastic audiences at the 23rd Annual Sonoma County DixieJazz Festival, August 27-29 in Rohnert Park. The FJC members (Marty Frankel, Henning Hoehne, Steve Welch, Donn Andre, Tom Gray, and Sonny McGown) and some spouses (Dianne Frankel, Connie Andre, and Sally Gray)  congregated much too early in the morning at BWI on August 27 to join Johnny Unitas for the United flight to San Francisco (Johnny was trying out with the 49ers since he heard Joe Montana had left). On arrival, the group split up with the Frankels and Andres renting a van for use later the next week, and the others copping a ride with the festival folks. All got to Rohnert Park safely in spite of the harrowing drive through metropolitan San Francisco and found the very nice Doubletree Hotel where we were to stay and play. As we were checking in, Donn was accosted (he thought) by a fan who hugged him and started singing in his ear. Donn was surprised to see a Hamilton College classmate, Gordy Bourns, a self-taught tuba player in Donn's Alumni Jazz Band, and his lovely wife Chris, who had come all the way from Albuquerque for the fest. They caught all of our sets, including the last on Sunday. Gordy was appropriately rewarded with one of our CDs.

There were some awfully good bands and musicians at the Sonoma County Fest. In addition to the FJC there were: the Cell Block Seven from the West Coast; Bob Schulz's Frisco Jazz Band; Climax Jazz Band from Toronto; Alamo City Jazz Band from San Antonio; Black Swan Classic Jazz Band from Oregon; Devil Mountain Jazz Band; Crazy Rhythm Hot Society Orchestra; Jazz Salvation Company; Steve Waddell's Creole Bells; and the Uptown-Lowdown (with two, sometimes three, cornets). There were also individual performers: Jacques Gauthe (cl), Eric Holroyd (ct) and Richard Zimmerman (po). To this writer/listener/player, the most engaging group was the Cell Block Seven for two reasons mainly: they have an incredible banjo player (Kurt Abell) and they frequently feature three double-bell euphoniums in the front line. I didn't hear the euphoniums do any jazz; but I did hear "Trumpeters' Lullaby"…wow!

A nice feature about the Sonoma Festival is that all the jazz venues are in one place, at the Doubletree. The hotel provided five locations: four rooms and a tent, each with its own characteristics (size, seating, sound, stage). The food and drink situation was something else again (expensive and hard to find, sometimes). I don't believe that anything was actually served in any of the rooms, but you could bring your drinks in. A distraction was that in some rooms, people would wander in and out and TALK LOUD; but in general the audiences were very attentive and appreciative, sometimes more so than we thought we deserved.

The Feds did well and several people, including scouts from other festivals, seemed interested in getting the band to travel west to this festival or that. The PRJC was mentioned frequently from the bandstand, especially when our esteemed President, Wilda Von Stein, showed up on Saturday. Jack Seder was also there, as was Audrey Van Dyke and Flo Blau, thus quadrupling our PRJC audience representation. There were also some entertaining moments on the bandstand like when Steve, egged on by Marty, went into a lengthy explanation of the origin and true title of "Winin' Boy." We weren't sure if the red faces in the audience resulted from booze and the late hour, or from Steve's powers of description. Also, at one venue this banjo player found himself bouncing up with each of Sonny's off-beats on the hi-hat and was working perilously closer to the back of the stage with each bounce (I was placed over the crack between two sections of the stage, both of which moved). That was resolved, but after two picks, but not the banjo player, had disappeared below.

After the fest, Marty, Donn and Sonny and wives stayed on to explore California. Sonny opted for a record store foray into Santa Rosa while the rest of us had a delightful day of wine tasting in Sonoma vineyards, hosted by Gerry Miller (music director of the fest and brother of Carl Miller, a regular at Col. Brooks'). Sonny departed for home Tuesday and the Frankels and Andres journeyed north to the Humboldt Forest and huge redwoods; then to the coast and Mendocino where aging hippies other than we still congregate; and to San Francisco for two days where we left more than our hearts ($$$). It was a very good trip, a very good jazz festival and very good showing by the Federal Jazz Commission.

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FJC Heats Up Sun Belt
by The FJC

The Federal Jazz Commission, continuing its junket agenda, brought record high temperatures to the Southwest recently, appearing in early November at the Arizona Classic Jazz Festival in Mesa. The saguaro cacti were waving their arms as frantically as the festival goers when Marty Frankel and his merry band of jazz commissioners provided yet another example of how good the old trad can sound, even when played by a non- government body.

The group fell in (literally) at BWI at 5:30 am on November 5 for our long and hungry flight to Phoenix. We were given a small box of cold cereal, banana and blueberry muffin en route to Houston. During our layover there, it seemed apparent that Continental was not going to feed us any more that day; so Donn rushed to the main terminal and bought two large blueberry muffins (it would have taken too long to make ham and cheese croissants which he would have preferred). Guess what! The flight to Phoenix served a blueberry muffin. Donn's purchase ended up in the hotel room fridge. Look for it the next time you're at the Mesa Hilton Pavilion hotel.

We were met at the Phoenix airport by festival personnel, and got to the Hilton with a few hours to spare before our first set at 3:30 pm. Tom and Sally Gray came in on their own after some advance travel to Tombstone. Let it be known that, when away from home, Tom carries a G-string (and three others). As would most bass players traveling without their own instruments, he promptly changed all the strings on the bass so kindly loaned by the festival. Sonny McGown also arrived two days earlier to be wined and dined by his long time friend and mentor, drummer Tom Martin, and his energetic wife, Fannie. Tom and Fannie are former PRJCers who now live in Green Valley, AZ, about two hours south of the festival site. Sonny started his festival jamming early by playing in a set with Bob Draga and Sam Pilafian prior to the Feds first set. Henning Hoehne also saw extra duty as part of the "Black Stix" program, an event in which Henning, Bob Draga, Paul Cosentino, and Noel Kaletsky performed with an all-star rhythm section.

We played three sets the day we arrived, the first in the cavernous (especially when partially filled) ballroom. The audience was enthusiastic and substantial, in spite of our playing "opposite" one of the festival favorites. Many did not know who we were, but word got around pretty fast that the Federal Jazz Commission had something to say. A good friend of Donn's, Bob Tibbetts, also retired from the No Such Agency and prospering in Mesa, made a surprise visit for the second and third sets.

Another plus for the second set was the appearance of a good friend, John Norris of Hawaii, who sat in with us on cornet. He last appeared with the Feds at Colonel Brooks' Tavern during a trip to Washington, DC in August 1989. John was the special guest of the Mesa Festival and played with several groups during the weekend. There were particularly poignant moments during John's appearances with CanUS, with whom he has collaborated many times over the years. Some may know that our own Steve Welch played in John's band in Honolulu for a few years, and Donn had a few opportunities to sit in with the band there during very stressful TDY's from NSA. In addition, Marty was glad to have had the opportunity to meet Tommy Loy, who also was a special guest of the festival.

On day two our three sets were spaced well apart so we were able to relax. And more folks began returning to hear probably the only straight ahead trad band at the festival. Our ebullient but low-keyed MC (Frankel) kept the audience entertained with anecdotes, lies about jazz history, and a few good-natured digs at Steve and Donn (who wanted desperately to sing but is paid not to). We also had the opportunity between sets to roam and hear other groups. During one of our sets, we were accosted by a fellow dressed in mid-eastern desert garb who was carrying a strange weapon (a tenor horn). He and his henchmen took over the microphone and proceeded to highjack the set. Marty asked them if they were taking us to Cuba. It turned out to be our old friend, Al Brogdon, leader of the Southern Comfort Jazz Band, now a reunion group since Al relocated from the Washington area to New England several years ago.

On Sunday we played two sets, with the last in the ballroom. The crowd there was the best of the three days, and grew as we were playing. Many CDs were purchased and many good words directed at us, including promises to get us back to Arizona, or get us invited to this festival or that. The festival concluded with an afterglow jam session set in which Henning and Sonny participated. Sonny shared the drum chair with festival organizer Bob Lynn who finally got a chance to relax in his favorite manner. We can't say enough about the warm hospitality and encouragement we got from Bob, who did a superb job in putting on a lively and musically exciting festival.

Most of the band and entourage returned home on Monday; but the Andres and Frankels, the inveterate tourists, took off for Tucson in search of rattlesnakes (none seen), roadrunners (one seen) and other southwestern sights, of which there were many. We returned on Friday with our travel wonts satisfied until the next festival.

Once again the Federal Jazz Commission acquitted itself well and gained many new fans. And Arizona is nice to visit in the winter! So, to the Arizona Classic Jazz Festival and to Bob Lynn we say thanks for inviting us and "Adios Amigos" until we meet again!

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FJC - STRONG PRESENCE IN STRONGSVILLE
By Donn Andre

The Federal Jazz Commission gave a strong performance in Strongsville, OH, at the EARLYJAS Fall Festival held on September 20-22, 2002. The name indicates that the festival is oriented toward early or trad "jass" (which it is), but the name actually derives from the sponsor's moniker: The Earlville Association of Ragtime Lovers Yearning for Jazz Advancement and Socialization, dedicated to providing quality traditional jazz and ragtime performances to Northeast Ohio. The normal venue for visiting bands brought in by the Association is the Rusty Nail Restaurant in the long-ago railroad whistle-stop of Earlville, OH; but for the annual Fall Festival the music venues were in the Strongsville Holiday Inn Select, a convenience for bands and patrons alike.

The bands alternated between the main ballroom and the lounge, which could not accommodate as many folks as the ballroom but was open to the main hall which was generally "standing room only." All bands save one played two sets the first evening, four sets on Saturday, and two more on Sunday. One well-known band (Evergreen Classic Jazz Band from Seattle, WA) was rewarded for its fame by being assigned the Saturday morning "Patron Breakfast" set at 9 AM. Sometimes it pays to be not so famous! Another band (which did not play any other set) called the "Hymns of Dixieland" from Massillon, OH, was tagged for the Sunday morning Gospel service (the band members are all members of the Methodist Church in Peninsula which made them a more appropriate choice for that duty than a bunch of retired civil servants!).

In addition to Evergreen, the Hymns of Dixieland and the Federal Jazz Commission, other bands performing at the EARLYJAS Fest were the Earlville Jazz Band (Kent, OH), Eagle JB (Cleveland, OH), New Orleans Stompers (Cleveland, OH), Toll House JB (Columbus, OH) and Jambalaya (Buffalo, NY). Charlie and Doris Bitterli (the only PRJC folks to make the long drive to Ohio) can attest to the FJC's good reception; they themselves were roundly applauded for their terpsichorean skills and especially Charlie's blinking hat which was right out in front of the band most of the weekend. The Saturday afternoon set was especially memorable for one band member who had a personal retinue of 10 Ohio fans cheering us on (and helping the banjo player celebrate a birthday!).

Our only set on Sunday began at 11:15 AM, which was a little early for Steve Welch. The comforts of our accommodations were such that Steve found it a bit difficult to get percolating so soon after sunrise without the expected wake-up call, and our leader was anxious about starting the set without a trombone. Steve arrived in the nick of time (with nicks for a quick shave), and we launched into our set as scheduled. However, given the early hour (for Steve), his normal melodic Irish tenor became a resonant basso profundo on "Winin' Boy," prompting Marty to introduce him as Tennessee Ernie.

We departed Strongsville secure in the knowledge that the Federal Jazz Commission had won some more fans, gotten some verbal invitations to reappear at EARLYJAS, and found a source for new uniform shirts. Had it not been for the fact that the PRJC Picnic occurred the same weekend, I'm sure that we would have had many club members at the Festival. It is not a difficult drive to Strongsville; or one could fly to Cleveland. It was a nice weekend full of quality music, which is the aim of the Earlville Association of Ragtime Lovers Yearning for Jazz Advancement and Socialization (EARLYJAS).
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THE FJC DIGS DIXIE AT THE BEACH
By Donn Andre

The Federal Jazz Commission and two wives gathered at BWI airport mid-day on October 31 for the long trip across America to Seattle WA and ultimately Ocean Shores, 120 miles from SEATAC and on the Olympic Peninsula. The band was to appear at the "Diggin' Dixie at the Beach" Jazz Festival sponsored by the Ocean Shores Dixieland Jazz Society over the weekend of November 1-3. Five band members made the trip from BWI; the drummer had to fly separately from Dulles (need you ask why?).

The in-flight weather was generally superb over the western U.S. and the Rockies, Cascades and the high peaks near the coast (e.g., Mt. Rainier) were gorgeous, back lighted by the reddish hue of the setting sun. The plains of North Dakota and Montana were a stark white with nary a wisp of smoke to show there was anyone alive in the cold below. This phenomenal weather pattern persisted over the weekend; and while cool and windy at the ocean, there was crystal clear sunshine, blue and white surf, horses and people on the beach and lots of jazz fans at the four venues the band played (the Elks Lodge, the Lions Club, the Convention Center and the sort of posh Quinault Beach Resort & Casino - a nice place to play, with other attractions which were a special favorite of one band member). The Quinault Indian Reservation is on the Olympic Peninsula and has a lock on the gambling in this prime resort area. They also offer the best breakfast at the shore.

Arriving late on Thursday evening at our hotel, the Best Western Lighthouse Suites, right on the beach, we cajoled the manager into keeping the restaurant open past closing time since we had hustled from Seattle without stopping for dinner. We were pleasantly surprised at the congenial atmosphere and the good food proffered; and even more surprised to find that our rooms were all small suites with decks, working fireplaces and a great ocean view.

Oh yeah! We did play music, too! After spending most of Friday scouting the area, we got it together and played our first set at the Casino to a relatively small, but enthusiastic crowd who I think were more interested in this odd-named band from the seat of our nation than whether we could play jazz. They liked us! We played another set that night at the Convention Center, and the word was spreading that we were pretty good.

The Elks' Lodge was our target to begin the 4-set day on Saturday and it was full when we showed up shortly before 11 am. The scent of smoke, old elks, and their favorite beverage was certainly welcome and made us feel at home (not unlike Col. Brooks' Tavern). We blew out a few windows and then headed to the Lions' Club for a 2 pm set. The FJC usually followed the Hume Street Preservation Band and preceded the Uptown Lowdown gang which allowed us to hear some of each. The Hume Street leader always gave us a great introduction, once saying that just the day before we had been working at the White House (cutting the grass!!). Marty retorted that in fact "we were trimming the bushes!"

Our rental van was adorned with magnetic signs sporting the FJC seal (like the U.S. seal but the eagle is clutching a cornet and a clarinet) and drew attention outside the clubs. One fan asked if we had driven out, and I answered that since our President liked jazz, he had flown our vehicle from DC to Seattle on Air Force Two. There was a moment of belief, until I told her we were just federal retirees and occasionally got some perks. She knew that wasn't true!

Back at the Quinault Resort for a six o'clock set, we found that we had developed a following. Other bands had played and gained favor during the day, including the Electric Park Jazz Band from nearby Aberdeen, WA with DC escapee and former Southern Comfort trumpeter, Joe Lazzaro, sounding as good as ever. And the FJC was joined for a few tunes in a few sets by Al Brogdon, leader of Southern Comfort, who traveled west with wife Maggie and a diminutive alto trombone to attend the festival. Marty didn't fail to point out to the audience that Steve's was bigger than Al's. Other groups performing at the fest were: Uptown Lowdown JB from Bellevue, WA; 10th Ave JB from San Jose CA; Prohibition JB from Silverdale, WA; Desperation JB, Courtney BC; Hume Street (old red light district) Preservation (why?) JB, Aberdeen, WA, and the Ain't No Heaven Seven JB, Seattle, WA. Our last set on Saturday was at the Convention Center at 9. The place was really packed, and we played our ****es off! Some band members wanted to find a jam session, but others had had it after four sets, and crashed to prepare for the finale next day.

To paraphrase the famous Christmas poem, "What to our wondering eyes should appear, but a large crowd of people for Gospel and cheer!" at 9 the next morning! We had the gospel set at the Convention Center at 9 and were astounded that the room was jammed with more than 300 folks who had foregone massive breakfast buffets elsewhere to join the FJC for spirit-moving music instead of food. It was an inspiring event - the band played stuff we had never even heard before, and successfully backed up our recently recruited songbird, Dianne Frankel, on four classic and beautiful tunes: His Eye is on the Sparrow (a John Norris ---rest his soul--- favorite in Hawaii), Precious Lord, Take My Hand, Amazing Grace, and In the Garden (on which she was joined by our songmeister, Steve Welch). I actually saw some in the audience wiping their eyes during and after some of the tunes. We held forth for an hour and a half, and most came away feeling better for having been part of a moving experience.

THE FEDS AT THE BIX
by Donn Andre

The Federal Jazz Commission was HOT at the Bix Beiderbecke Memorial Festival in Davenport, Iowa, July 18-21,  2002, and it wasn't just musically. The band was subjected to the hottest days of the summer there, but survived to score a lot of points with the Bix faithfuls and other attendees at this highly regarded festival. The Feds opened the fest with a concert shortly after arrival Thursday afternoon in the newly expanded Putnam Museum downtown. There was a jam session that evening for early arrivals, but the Festival kicked off in earnest Friday at noon. There were four venues (Holiday Inn ballroom, the riverside LeClaire Park permanent stage, the Col (Coliseum) Ballroom and Danceland ( the latter two were within walking distance of each other, but not with anywhere else - Bix reputedly played at both). The Festival organizers had enlisted many, many volunteers to assist the musicians and we had someone to drive us to and from each set, so we got everywhere on time. Some of the volunteers were the jovial hosts of the complimentary refueling stations at the park and the hotel (first time we'd seen a full bar provided along with food!)

The FJC got a large taste of the heat to come when we played the Park on Friday afternoon; fortunately, the sun had gone behind the stage structure and was not so intense. Most of the sizeable crowd was hiding under the shady trees along the river bank, a couple of football fields away. We could see them waving their arms as if clapping after our numbers, but we weren't sure that they weren't telling us to shut up and go away. But we thought they liked us, and that was proven later that evening by a packed house at the Holiday Inn.

Our first set Saturday was late afternoon, also in the Holiday Inn, and the A/C ceased functioning ; but the more than capacity crowd was nevertheless very responsive (standing ovation). That evening, the band was again in LeClaire Park at 9 pm where it had cooled to a relatively chilly 94 degrees. The big spotlights came on and we were attacked by bugs about the size of Iowa Air National Guard helicopters; but the crowd of over 3000 fans pushed us to ignore the assaults and provide them with one of our best sets.

After playing the jazz brunch Sunday morning at the hotel, we prepared for a concert at LeClaire Park again at noon, in full sun, on a concrete stage, with no breeze. The front line looked like it was going to melt along with their horns, and the banjo strings became untouchable. Once again, the crowd was mainly on the riverbank in the shade, and they enjoyed the music which was outstanding, considering.

Other bands appearing at the festival, all giving good accounts of themselves, were: Beale Street (Memphis), Bill Allred's Classic Jazz (Orlando), Cornet Chop Suey (Missouri), Josh Duffee and His Orchestra (Illinois and Iowa), Fulton Street (California), Natural Gas (California), New Wolverine (Australia), Red Rose Ragtime Band (Illinois), Tommy Yetta's New Orleans (Nawleens), and for this listener the most appreciated and surprising Bix Beiderbecke Youth Jazz Band, high school virtuosos from the Quad Cities area.

We were chauffeured to the airport Sunday in good time and relaxed in the cool, savoring a successful performance and appreciating the fine and detailed organization of the festival by the Bix Beiderbecke Memorial Society and its musical director, Rich Johnson. And in spite of attempts by United Airlines to extend our weekend into Monday or Tuesday, we all got back safely and hope to return to the Bix Fest again soon (next year is the 100th anniversary of Bix's birth -should be a good one!!)

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TWENTY YEARS AT COLONEL BROOKS' TAVERN

On September 4, 2001, the FJC's loyal following (fondly known as the "Fedheads") gathered at Colonel Brooks' to celebrate the beginning of our 21st year of Tuesdays there.  As could be expected in Washington, DC, several of those who had attended most, if not all, of our public hearings gave speeches, albeit mercifully brief, and toasted us with champagne and kind words.  They also surprised us with a special page in the September 2001 issue of The Mississippi Rag.  We are most grateful for the continuing support of our fellow jazz fans, and are especially touched by their expression of appreciation.

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