New sounds in the Round

There’s been a bit of a kerfuffle at London’s music conservatoires in recent days over an email from a teacher claiming that white students in the jazz departments are disadvantaged by the preferences given to fellow students who are black. The teacher in question — and I won’t name him — is an eminent white musician in his sixties. He claims, in passing, that his own career has been hindered by discrimination in favour of black musicians, and it would not be hard to imagine that this sense of grievance may lie at the heart of his more general complaints.

These include the suggestions that because so few black students study classical music, a disproportionate number are allowed into the jazz courses in order to meet overall equality and diversity quotas within the institutions, and that white bandleaders employ black musicians at the expense of superior white candidates simply because their presence helps them get gigs and grants.

Anyway, his classes at Trinity Laban, the Guildhall and the Royal Academy of Music have been boycotted and he is currently at home on sick leave. While his supporters have been disparaging the students as woke snowflakes and getting up a petition to demand his reinstatement, his critics have set up a counter-petition calling for his permanent removal.

My view is that what he had to say in the email is nonsense, and dangerous nonsense at that. Towards him personally, I’m old enough to feel a kind of sorrow tinging the hot anger with which his students have understandably responded. No doubt he thinks that he was smply being honest. But there had to be a better, wiser alternative to creating divisions where none should exist.

The success and visibility of young musicians of colour coming through the conservatoires and Tomorrow’s Warriors and similar schemes around the country in the last few years, working alongside their white contemporaries while bringing a new audience to the music, has been the healthiest collective phenomenon I can remember in six decades of listening to British jazz. Black musicians over-represented in jazz? About time, is all I can say.

As if to prove the point, last night’s edition of Jazz in the Round at the Cockpit Theatre in North London was opened, as is the custom at the monthly series, by a group of young musicians. This was a quintet let by the trumpeter Mejedi Owusu, who is 18 years old and a student at Trinity Laban. The line-up was completed by others from his cohort: Will Coode on alto and tenor saxophones, Chris Outhwaite on piano, Kielan Sheard on bass and Sacha Harlan on drums. They played three Owusu originals, and as they tore into the first of them, a jet-propelled piece titled “Paranoia”, every ear in the place was pinned back. For a minute the scalding trumpet-and-alto unisons allowed us to feel what it must have been like to be ringside at Birdland in the early 50s.

The second piece was a likeable composition called “Dark Eyes”, in the style of those Blue Note boogaloo pieces that Alfred Lion used to get Lee Morgan or Hank Mobley to write and record in the hope of getting jukebox exposure. The final piece was a ballad called “Affliction of the Innocent”, written a couple of years ago in the double shadow of the Covid-19 death toll and the murder of George Floyd, following the tradition of such elegant hard-bop threnodies as Benny Golson’s “I Remember Clifford” and Freddie Hubbard’s “Lament for Booker”.

One thing the set confirmed is that it is usually harder, at least for relatively inexperienced musicians, to play a slow tune than a fast one. That comes with maturity. Owusu and his colleagues are at the beginning of their careers, with plenty of time for growth. You just hope that, when they emerge into the professional world, there’ll be work for them all — as well as for sixty-something teachers who may yet prove capable of learning from the voices of their students.