ESPERANZA

SPALDING Blurbs

“Isn‟t she terrific? I love listening to Esperanza, she is wonderful.”

President Barack Obama

“She was such a series of contradictions; this little-bitty woman with an Afro and a bass with that angelic voice

playing jazz. You know, I love that…”

Michelle Obama

“Since the 2008 release of Esperanza (Heads Up), Ms. Spalding has been the recipient of a truly unusual amount of

goodwill. A smart, surefooted bassist and a frolicsome, irrepressible singer, she does her part to justify the

acclaim.”

The New York Times

“Spalding's original compositions sound like standards already.”

BBC

“Needless to say, any genre-based view of jazz as something that should be hemmed in by any stylistic rules does

not apply in her world.”

The LA Times

“Esperanza Spalding has quickly demonstrated that she‟s an artist of great beauty, grace and daring…she‟s become

one of the most exciting artists on the music scene.”

DownBeat

“A breath of fresh air within the contemporary jazz establishment…an artist who harbors no qualms about following

wherever her muse leads.”

Billboard

“[Spalding‟s] more than pleasant or agreeable: She‟s legitimately great at music, period. My happiness is in seeing

that a creative musician can reach lots of people with a genuine message. And I think her upcoming album,

Chamber Music Society, proves it better than anything she‟s put out on disc to date.”

NPR

“The versatile 25-year-old bassist/singer — who has played with The Roots and Stevie Wonder and for Prince and

President Obama — delivers a sophisticated fusion of classical music and jazz flavored with R&B, pop and Brazilian

music. The intimate small-group setting and her warm vocals make Music an experience worth savoring.”

USA Today

“There‟s no doubt about her striking stage presence, versatile feminine voice, expertise on standup and electric

basses, and the unusual joy and passion she radiates.”

Variety

“[Spalding‟s] fusion of jazz, contemporary classical and other sources, including some understated funk, is as lively

as it is original.”

Washington Post

“With Chamber Music Society Esperanza Spalding serves notice that she‟s not about to be pigeonholed, nor is she

one to take the easy route. Success may have found her early on, but she will not kiss its ass.”

JazzTimes

“This „prodigiously talented‟ bassist and chanteuse has already garnered critical praise for her inventive approach

to contemporary jazz.”

PBS

“Spalding‟s effort is brazenly heart-melting…as satisfying to listen to as its composer is to watch.”

The New Republic

“The coolest person we‟ve ever had on the show.”

David Letterman

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Not long ago, Esperanza Spalding, the prodigiously gifted bassist, singer,

and composer, performed at Yoshi’s, a posh sushi restaurant and jazz club in downtown Oakland, California. Spal­ding, twenty­five years old, was playing bass with the pianist McCoy Tyner, who, as part of the John Coltrane Quartet in the early sixties, helped create some of the most influential jazz music ever recorded, including the 1965 album “A Love Su­preme.” For the Yoshi’s gig, Tyner had enlisted Coltrane’s son, Ravi, on saxo­phone, and a brilliant young musician named Francisco Mela on drums. But it was clear from the buzz that attended Spalding’s arrival onstage that a consider­able percentage of the audience of three hundred and thirty had come to see her.

Female instrumentalists have been a rarity in jazz, and Spalding looked incon­gruous amid the standard tableau of the jazz concert: dudes in boxy blue suits. A slender, light­skinned black woman with a natural Afro and a serenely beautiful face, she was dressed in a frilled­front sleeveless blouse, black vest, and black pants. When the band began to play, her left hand swarmed the neck of her upright bass, spidering out speedy arpeggios and dashing upward in chromatic runs. When she took a solo, mid­set, on the 1957 Col­trane tune “Moment’s Notice,” she started slow, mapping out the quick­shifting chords with a comfortable walking bass line high up the neck. Suddenly she was leaning over the instrument, her left hand darting down toward the sound holes, the index and middle fingers of her right hand blurring as she plucked out a furious bar­rage of sixteenth notes; then she returned to the neck, her head thrown back, eyes closed, as she produced bursts of boom­ing fragmented notes that drew smiles from Tyner at the piano and gasps from the crowd.

After the performance, the last of six nights that the group played there, a line of twenty or so well­wishers crowded a

door at the side of the stage to get Spal­ding’s autograph, snap pictures, and talk to her. One tongue­tied middle­aged man commented on her hands. “They’re small for a bassist,” he said. Spalding looked into her open hands, which, apart from the thick white calluses on her fingers, might have belonged to a ten­year­old. “They’re just small for a person,” she said.

When she returned backstage to col­lect her paycheck, Coltrane hugged her and said, “You sounded beautiful every night.” Mela kissed his fingertips, banged a fist against his heart, and pointed at her. A few minutes later, in the greenroom at the end of the hall, Tyner told me that Spalding “understands how to play with this kind of group. She understands the form, where the verses and choruses come, how solos work. She’s the real thing.”

Jazz thrives on apprenticeship and anointment; before Charlie Parker died, he is said to have told the saxophonist Sonny Stitt that he was giving him the “keys to the kingdom.” But, when I re­peated Tyner’s praise to Spalding a few days later, in Austin, Texas, where she re­cently set up house, she smiled and said, “Wow, that’s great,” and then qualified her enthusiasm. While playing jazz stan­dards with the seventy­one­year­old Tyner was “fun and intense,” she said, it did not represent her ultimate goals as an artist. “In no way is this meant to discredit or to make him seem less significant for what he’s contributed,” she said, “but it kind of reaffirmed my understanding of the music—that the most important art­ist and the most important time is, like, right now. It’s the people who are learn­ing now, and creating new things right now. Idol worship doesn’t help this music in any way.”

In 2008, Spalding released her major­label début, “Esperanza,” which she

recorded as a twenty­three­year­old instructor at the Berklee College of Music, in Boston. While the music was

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Spalding is “trying to make music for the people.” Photograph by Ethan Levitas.

indisputably jazz, it suggested an al­most bewildering array of influences—fusion, funk, soul, rhythm and blues, Brazilian samba and Cuban son, pop balladry, chanted vocalese—with lyrics sung in Spalding’s three languages: English, Portuguese, and Spanish. An ebullient mash­up of sounds, styles, and tongues, the record seemed like something new—jazz for the iPod age—and it rose quickly to No. 3 on the Billboard jazz chart, and stayed on the chart for sixty­two weeks. The freshness and the excitement of her approach have led, inevitably, to her being called the “new hope for jazz.”

Spalding belongs to a growing movement of young musicians (among them Chris Potter, Kurt Rosenwinkel, Brad Mehldau, and Jason Moran) who have taken a less traditional approach to the music. For years, young jazz mu­sicians adopted a near­slavish devotion to sounding like players from jazz’s golden age (anywhere between the nineteen­twenties and the arrival of the Beatles in America, in 1964), reject­ing the pop, rock, and fusion experi­mentation that came in the nineteen­seventies and eighties. The members of the Young Lions movement, with Wynton Marsalis the most visible among them, fetishized staunchly non­commercial “pure” jazz.

Though the movement gained some early attention—in 1993, the saxo­phonist Joshua Redman was sponsored by DKNY, and appeared in GQ—it proved not to be a prescription for the long­term health of the art form. At­tendance at jazz concerts has been de­clining for years; a hit jazz album today might sell forty thousand copies world­wide. “Esperanza” has so far sold more than a hundred thousand. This is, in part, because Spalding hews closer to dance rhythms than many of her con­temporaries do. ( Jazz has become in­creasingly complicated, piling on odd meters and abstruse melodies.) It is also because she sings; for audiences put off by the cerebral rigors of instrumen­tal improvisation, her pliant alto voice gives them something to hang on to. But her original songs sacrifice none of the melodic sophistication and har­monic interest of jazz; and, as her gig at Yoshi’s showed, she is as technically adept, and as serious a student of the

music’s history, as the most dutiful of the Young Lions.

Spalding has a complicated rela­tionship with Marsalis, whom she pro­fesses to admire, but whose philosophy of jazz is, she acknowledges, diametri­cally opposed to her own. When I asked her about him, she shrugged and said that she’d met him only twice— in passing, at a New York club, and, more formally, when he arrived, unan­nounced, with his entire big band at a gig she was playing last year in Minne­sota. “But he didn’t come to enjoy him­self,” she said. “He was checking out if I was legitimate.” Marsalis has never commented publicly on Spalding—a surprising omission for a man who, as the artistic director of Jazz at Lincoln Center, is the leading promoter of the

art form in America. (He declined, through a spokesperson, to comment on Spalding for this story, citing his busy schedule.)

But beyond jazz circles Spalding has attracted considerable notice. Prince invited her to Los Angeles to jam and write with him; she was photographed for a Banana Republic advertising cam­paign; she appeared on the “Late Show with David Letterman” and “Jimmy Kimmel Live.” She recently signed on to co­star in a crime movie—making her one of the first jazz artists since Louis Armstrong to be taken up by Hollywood.

Spalding is passionate about bring­ing fresh influences, voices, and idioms to the music, to prevent jazz from be­coming merely “a museum piece,” as

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she put it. She found encouragement in the work of Wayne Shorter, the jazz saxophonist and composer who left Miles Davis’s quintet in 1970 to found Weather Report, an electric band that abandoned the verities of straight­ahead jazz—standards, acoustic in­struments, swing—for an experimen­talist music that combined rock, funk, and world­beat rhythms with dark, sophisticated chords and melodies. She also drew inspiration from a book she read on the return flight from Oakland to Austin after the Tyner gig—“The Rest Is Noise,” the New Yorker writer Alex Ross’s history of twentieth­century classical music. In particular, she was galvanized by something that Richard Wagner wrote in a letter to Franz Liszt. She dug out the Kindle that she’d been given for Christmas and read aloud: “ ‘I have felt the pulse of modern art and know that it will die! This knowl­edge, however, fills me not with de­spondency, but with joy.’ ” She read on to the end of the passage: “ ‘ We shall live only in the present, in the here and now and create works for the present age alone.’

“I relate that to how I feel about jazz music,” she said. “Music is intended to be for people. And circumstances and people change with the decades, and that’s O.K. And I think that’s what Wagner was saying, too. It was, like, ‘Let it go, let it breathe, let it move, you know? We’re trying to make music for the people.’ ”

Spalding was born in 1984 in Port­land, Oregon, to a single mother

of African­American, Asian, Native American, and Hispanic ancestry. (Her mother asked not to be identi fied by name for this article.) Spalding spent her childhood, with her mother and brother, who is seven years her se­nior, in the King neighborhood of northeast Portland. Made up mostly of lower­middle­class black and His­panic families, the neighborhood de­clined sharply in the nineteen­eighties, when members of the Crips and the Bloods moved up from Southern Cal­ifornia and began fighting for control of the local drug trade. After a child was killed by a stray bullet that entered a neighboring house, Spal ding’s fam­

ily began sleeping on the floor. Even­tually, they fled across town. “There we found the same thing but with a white face on it,” her mother said, “and instead of heroin and crack it was meth.”

Spalding’s mother worked several jobs—carpenter, security guard, dish­washer, day­care worker—but there was never enough money. The family was reduced to near­homelessness many times, and on at least one occa­sion was forced to live in the attic of a friend. Yet Spalding says she was largely unaware of the difficulty of their situation. “You can grow up with literally nothing and you don’t suffer if you know you’re loved and valued,” she told me. “A lot of people I grew up with, by the time they were eight they were completely disillusioned with the world. They already felt this system is wrecked and it’s hopeless.” Spalding’s mother, convinced that the local pub­lic schools fostered such disillusion­ment, removed her in the middle of fifth grade and successfully applied to have her homeschooled. Because her mother worked full time, Esperanza effectively educated herself from sixth grade through eighth, checking books out of the library, completing lesson plans, and taking tests. “We had to do that, legally,” she said, “so my mom could keep ‘homeschooling’—quote unquote.”

Spalding was drawn to music early and listened to the oldies radio station: Sam Cooke, Stevie Wonder, Smokey Robinson, the Monkees, the Carpen­ters, Earth, Wind and Fire. “That’s the most influential stuff because you’re little, you’re not ‘assessing’ it, it doesn’t have a value beyond if you like it or not,” she said. Her mother had a piano in the apartment, and when Spalding was four she heard her struggling with a simple piece by Beethoven. After­ward, Spalding climbed onto the bench and played the piece by ear. Soon she

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was writing her own songs on the piano. When she had a completed mel­ody, her mother said, “she’d arrange it in every style of music you could imag­ine, from bluegrass to classical to jazz. She’d call me over, and say, ‘Look, I can play it this way. And I can play it this way, and then I can play it this way and this way.’ ’’

At the age of five, she saw Yo­Yo Ma play cello on “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood” and told her mother she wanted to do that. Her mother had enrolled her in a free community­band program that offered loans of donated used instruments, but there were no cellos available. There was a violin, which Spalding took up. Though lax about practicing (for several years, she feigned sight­reading and learned her parts by ear), she earned a spot in an advanced youth orchestra, the Cham­ber Music Society of Oregon, and by fifteen was the orchestra’s concertmas­ter. She also earned a full scholarship to the Northwest Academy, a private arts high school in downtown Portland. There she caught the attention of Brian Rose, who taught jazz­improv classes and electronic music. Rose recalls once coming upon her when she was writing out a symphonic score for strings and horns while listening, on headphones, to Latin music. “I said, ‘You can’t do that!’ ” Rose recalls. “She said, ‘Oh, the stuff I’m writing is all in my head. I don’t need to hear it—I already know what to write.’ ”

By this time, Spalding was playing an array of instruments—piano, oboe, clarinet, guitar, violin—but Rose urged her to pick one and concentrate on it. One day, he heard her play a few notes on a cheap plywood standup bass in his classroom. “I could just tell: O.K., that’s the instrument,” Rose told me. “She just had that look in her eye. The connection was obvious.” Rose taught her a simple blues progression, and Spalding was fascinated. She returned daily to fool around on the bass. “It’s like waking up one day and realizing you’re in love with a co­worker,” she once said.

Rose put together a jazz group with a few Northwest Academy students, including Spalding on bass, and they began gigging around the city. Within a year, she was playing jazz, blues, pop,

funk, and hip­hop on the local club cir­cuit, absorbing knowledge from some of the most seasoned players in the city—often men three times her age. One important early mentor was Thara Memory, a jazz trumpeter who had played with Natalie Cole, Joe Wil­liams, and James Brown. Memory taught classical music in Portland’s community­band program, and had begun teaching Spalding when she was eight years old. “You’ve got to learn what is music and what is not music—what is cacophony,” Memory told me about his teaching method. “She learned at a very young age what is and what ain’t.”

In the course of a year, Spalding plays a hundred and fifty concert dates

around the world; in 2009, she played three times for President Obama, in­cluding, at his request, at the Nobel Peace Prize ceremony, in Oslo. The schedule has constrained her private life (she says that she is now too busy to have romantic relationships), and it sharply limits the time she has for writing new material and practicing. She moved to Texas last fall in part be­cause it offers seclusion for working and writing.

She lives in what she calls the “rich hippie” neighborhood of southwest Austin, where she rents a large one­bedroom apartment in the house of a musician friend, Lian Amber. Spal­ding’s apartment is a quiet, comfort­able place with Japanese fans as lamp­shades, papier­mâché masks on the wall, a divan draped in exotically pat­terned African fabric, and shelves crammed with books and CDs. A drum set is assembled in one corner; a fabric­draped upright piano that Spal­ding bought for two hundred dollars on Craigslist sits in another. On a nearby music stand was a two­page handwritten list of “To Do” items, which included the injunctions “When I do practice bass, practice things di­rectly related to my show”; “Little lyric writing everyday”; “Voice work and agility technique.”

I sat with Spalding one day in early January. She was on a tight deadline to finish the string arrangements for a song she had written for a new record to be released this summer, which she

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calls “Chamber Music Society.” The song, “Apple Blossom,” was a ballad, sung with the Brazilian musician Mil­ton Nascimento. Using her Mac lap­top and the GarageBand application, she played it back—a spare, melan­choly tune featuring just her voice and Nascimento’s over a Spanish­inflected guitar. Spalding had written the lyrics to fit precisely into the rhythm, but Nascimento had sung his part ru­bato—a speechlike tempo, slowing slightly and speeding up—and Spal­ding, in singing her part, had followed his lead. She now decided that the song could use something to tie down the rhythm. “I thought it would be nice—since it’s kind of unpredictable where things are going to land—to just spice the song with these inhales and exhales with the strings,” she said. She had written out string parts on staff paper, but the lines had seemed too emphatic. She decided to try improvis­ing them with her voice. She replayed the song on her computer, and, in the pauses between her and Nascimento’s singing, she leaned toward the Mac’s built­in microphone and sang a series of notes—“La leee­laa­laaaa”—then fell silent when the melody returned. She made five or six passes through the song, overdubbing, creating un­expected harmonies that tugged the mood into deeper melancholy. “What I’ll do is continually go back and listen to the ideas I threw out so far,” she said. “I’ll go ‘Mmm, that’s exactly the kind of thing I need.’ Or ‘That’s almost it, maybe I’ll try another pass at that one section’—try to sing toward it until I nail the idea I want.”

When I asked Spalding about the rarity of female instrumentalists in jazz, she said, “It’s tricky. It’s program­ming. Jazz is kind of like a boys’ play­ground.” She pointed out that women began to be accepted into orchestras only a few decades ago, and believes it is only a matter of time until the jazz world is as integrated. “When a woman musician can really play, people are, like, ‘Man, she’s a monster, she sounds like a dude!’ Something is wrong in the mind right there. Because actu­ally that quality of power and strength and quickness—and a wittiness that’s necessary—that’s not a masculine trait. It’s just that it’s such a boys’ club that

when a woman comes in and exhib­its those qualities it’s automatically associated with her having more testosterone.”

She picked up a fretless five­string electric, sat on the edge of the divan, and set an alarm on her watch to go off in half an hour. Then she hit the play button on her iPod, and the Stevie Wonder song “Boogie On Reggae Woman” began to play, its compul­sively funky rhythms filling the room. The bass line, which on the original re­cording was played on a Moog synthe­sizer, is baroque in its complications. It begins with a series of slipping, grunt­ing notes that Spalding reproduced by repeatedly sliding her finger on the neck, before exploding into a finger­tangling series of speedy turns and riffs. Her head bobbed, and the fingers of her left hand fluttered and moved on the neck in synchrony with the record­ing—until about thirty seconds in, when she encountered a passage that repeatedly stumped her. “Aacch!” she screamed. She poked the iPod button,

reversed the song a few seconds, and tried it again.

From the time she started playing bass, teachers have enjoined her to learn by transcribing bass lines from classic jazz recordings, but Spalding has resisted. “Ideally, they were made in the moment for what was most appropri­ate for that music, for that groove and that group of musicians making that music,” she said. “I’m trying to come at the bass from every other angle.” Ac­cordingly, she has spent hours tran­scribing horn solos, and lately has taken up drumming. “Listening to drum­mers, I heard how percussive it is, it sounds so natural,” she said. “They’re toying with this natural bounce and in­terplay of movement and momentum with the tension of the skin on the drum and the inertia they’ve put into the drumstick—and I wanted to be able to emulate that natural rhythmic sound on the instrument.” She says that practicing simple drum patterns on the set in her living room has evened out her bass playing. She has also taken to

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adapting piano inventions by Bach, playing one of the melodies on the bass and singing the other with her voice, working to produce divergent melodic and rhythmic lines with the voice and fingers.

Her watch alarm went off. She hit the iPod stop button and shook the cramp out of her left hand. “I just love everything about that bass line,” she said. “It’s super­funky—they’re playing really interesting notes of the chord scale. I’m kind of training my hand to make those kinds of shapes— and training my ear. If I’m hearing a kind of groove like that, and I’m hear­ing those shapes like that, my hand knows how to find it.” She laughed. “You won’t learn that from playing scales.”

She reset her watch timer and began again.

There are eleven thousand eight hundred and fifty­seven songs

on Spalding’s iPod, ranging from clas­sical music to Jimi Hendrix, from Joni Mitchell to Deee­Lite, from Stevie Wonder to Nirvana. After her practice session, she played me a song that she wrote and recorded when she was six­teen, as a member of a Portland indie band called Noise for Pretend. The song featured churning fuzz­distorted electric guitars over which Spalding, in a low, deadpan voice distinct from her current style, sang about a children’s go­cart race. When it ended, she checked her laptop, then said, “On iTunes, the category is ‘Rock’—so I guess I used to be in a rock band!”

She joined Noise for Pretend dur­ing her final year at the Northwest Academy. She was introduced to the band’s founding members, Ben Work­man, a guitarist and singer, and Chris­tian Cochran, a drummer, by her teacher Brian Rose, who had recorded a CD of their material in his home stu­dio. “They needed a bass player,” Rose told me, “and I said, ‘There’s this girl you ought to try out.’ ” At her audition, Spalding was asked if she could play bass and also sing background vocals. Though she sang casually at home, Spalding did not consider herself a professional vocalist and had never sung along to the bass. She told Work­man and Cochran that she could do it.

“And then I had to figure it out,” she said.

Once hired, Spalding showed her new bandmates some songs she’d writ­ten. Influenced in part by such indie rock bands as Cibo Matto, the songs had twisty, unexpected melodies and spare arrangements that lent a haunt­ing edge to Spalding’s lyrics about childhood and the recurring theme of escape through art and imagination. The band promptly incorporated her songs into their live set.

“We really kind of took off quickly once that happened,” Workman told me. “We were getting a lot of attention and getting really good shows.” But there was a downside to playing with a bassist and singer who was only sixteen. “Most of the press we got at that time was really focussed on her age, which re­ally took away from what we were do­ing—like a novelty thing,” Workman said. Nevertheless, Chad Crouch, the owner of a small independent rec ord label, Hush, saw one of Noise for Pre­tend’s shows and the next day offered them a record deal, but he suggested that Spalding, and not Workman, fill the role of lead singer on most songs. “It must have been really painful for him in a way,” Spalding said, “though he never took it out on me or anything.”

The band released its only full­length LP, “Happy You Near,” in 2002, but broke up soon thereafter. Thara Memory had told Spalding that in order to reach her potential she needed to get out of Portland, so in the fall of 2002 she moved to Boston to at­tend Berklee College of Music, where she had been accepted on full scholar­ship. She drove herself hard, graduat­ing in just three years while gigging constantly, first with the singer Patti Austin’s band and later with the saxo­phonist Joe Lovano. In her second year, she was chosen to play a concert with the guitarist Pat Metheny; later, he said that Spalding was “unlike any musician I had ever run across before. Her unique quality is something that goes beyond her pretty amazing musi­cal skills; she has that rare ‘x’ factor of being able to transmit a certain per­sonal kind of vision and energy that is all her own.” Berklee hired Spalding after she graduated from the school at the age of twenty, making her one of

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tales and hadgini drums gives way to Spalding’s swinging bass and Leo Gen­ovese’s piano, before Spalding breaks into singing, in Portuguese, the Milton Nascimento number “Ponta de Areia.” Later, “I Know You Know,” an origi­nal, begins with a stuttering funk bass line that would not sound out of place on a James Brown record. “She Got to You” starts with what sounds like a rock drum fill, before morphing into a samba in which Spalding dresses down a lover who spurned her, singing, “Damn—that’s cold!” Some critics thought the record was an almost too exuberant display of Spalding’s gifts. A reviewer for the Web site All About Jazz wrote, “There is a lot of ground covered here; and while she’s brim­ming with ideas, this album is crying out for some judicious editing.” Others specifically praised the eclecticism of Spalding’s approach.

“She is one of the most pure and more sterling representations of what jazz should have developed toward,” Greg Osby, a jazz saxophonist who has toured through Europe sharing a bill with Spalding, said. “She’s saying, ‘I’m a young person, I’m coming up in the so­called “post hip­hop” generation.’ She’s informed by music videos, the In­ternet, and digital immediate global ac­

cess. Her music is representative of that, as opposed to somebody her age trying to sound like they were at their peak in 1945 or 1959.”

Bennett Studios, in Englewood, New Jersey, is a state­of­the­art

recording facility housed in an aban­doned train station just off the town’s main strip. In mid­January, Spalding spent a few days there, overseeing the recording of the string arrangements that I had watched her sketch out a couple of weeks earlier. Present at the sessions was Gil Goldstein, a jazz ac­cordion player and Grammy­winning arranger and producer who has worked with Paul Simon and Bobby McFer­rin. Hired as an arranger for Spalding’s “Chamber Music Society” album, Goldstein had tweaked Spalding’s string parts for “Apple Blossom,” the tricky Nascimento duet. Although the two had worked smoothly through most of the session, Spalding balked at the changes to the song.

“Your string parts are too busy,” Spalding told him, as they sat on a sofa in the studio’s control room.

“Busy?” Goldstein echoed, laugh­ing. “No way!”

“It’s so delicate—I don’t want it to get too dense.”

Spalding insisted on reverting to her earlier, simpler arrangement. Goldstein assented, then went into the soundproofed studio and began con­ducting the trio of violin, cello, and viola. But Spalding was not hearing what she wanted. She took the baton from Goldstein, who surrendered it without complaint. (He later told me that he likes it when a musician knows what he or she wants, and that it makes for a better recording.) She put on headphones and, following the sheet music spread out in front of her on the conductor’s podium, guided the musi­cians through the session. At one point, she demanded a retake when she wanted the violinist to play a certain note with an upward bow motion, rather than a downstroke. Later, she asked the violinist to play a series of notes by plucking the strings. She was unsatisfied with the sound.

“Maybe make that plucking more like bells—ting, ting, ting,” she said.

The violinist mimicked the motion

the youngest instructors in the college’s history.

That year, she wrote and recorded a jazz album, “Junjo.” Though released by a tiny label in Spain, the record caught the ear of aficionados. In the hope of wider distribution for her next album, she submitted a new demo to Blue Note Records, home of many top jazz musi­cians, including Cassandra Wilson and Bobby McFerrin, as well as another ra­cially mixed female singer, songwriter, and instrumentalist with jazz roots—Norah Jones. But Bruce Lundvall, then the president of the label, passed on signing Spalding. “They wanted the next Norah Jones,” Spalding told me. “And he decided I wasn’t the next Norah Jones.” Lundvall says that he “goofed” in not signing her, but says, “I really try to look for original artists. I’m looking for someone that’s not another Norah Jones or a sound­alike.” He added, “The demo just wasn’t good—but what a mistake I made, that’s for sure.”

She signed, instead, with Heads Up, a label based in Cleveland, and in late 2007 began recording “Esperanza.” From the opening seconds of the rec­ord, it is clear that this is the product of an omnivorous sensibility. A chorus of women’s voices lightly chanting over a syncopated percussion section of cro­

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she had mimed at the podium and brought out a bell­like sound.

“Yes!” Spalding said.

A few weeks later, at the end of Janu­ary, she played a show with her

band at the Grand Opera House, an or­nate theatre in downtown Wilmington, Delaware. Nothing seemed to be going right. Spalding’s regular drummer had broken his arm, and she was using a sub, her friend Terri Lyne Carrington. Also, a few days earlier, one of Spalding’s wisdom teeth had erupted through the gum and become infected. She had not had time to see a dentist, and it was excruciating for her to open her mouth to sing.

Onstage, though, she projected an al­most incandescent joy in playing and sing­ing. With her Afro teased out to a giant nimbus and wearing a halter top, high­waisted gray pants, and high heels, she wielded her big­bellied acoustic bass like a dance partner, swaying, eyes closed, as she plucked out rhythms and melodies on the strings and threw open her mouth to sing

ecstatic high notes. Between songs, she kept up a steady, intimate patter, at one point telling the audience, “This is a tran­sitional period for me. I’m going to gain a lot of insight—I’m getting my wisdom teeth pulled.” Musically, the set was like a declaration of Spalding’s new­jazz philos­ophy: along with her own songs, she played the chestnut “Body and Soul,” but rendered it nearly unrecognizable by stretching the melody over a Latin 5/4 rhythm. At one point, she announced to the audience that she was going to play “Endangered Spe­cies,” a Wayne Shorter song—“probably my favorite song in the world.” When the crowd failed to respond with suffi­ciently vigorous clapping, Spalding mock­admonished them, “That’s not nearly enough applause for Wayne Shorter!” For one of her two encores, she strapped on her electric bass and played “I Can’t Help It,” the Stevie Wonder song made famous by Michael Jackson on his 1979 album “Off the Wall.” The crowd roared.

After the show, in the hall’s basement greenroom, Spalding looked drawn and

tired. She used a microwave to warm up a plate of food, then sat at a table with her bandmates, eating gingerly, barely able to open her mouth to insert the forkfuls of food. Talk turned to the large group of fans who had greeted Spalding when she got offstage.

“What did you think of Wynton’s manager?” Carrington asked.

“What?” Spalding said. “Marsalis’s manager?”

“Yeah,” Carrington said. “That guy who just left—that was Wynton’s manager.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Spalding said, chewing carefully.

“Yeah,” Carrington went on. “Wynton’s manager drove two hours to hear you play.”

“Whoa,” Spalding said. “He say why?” “I asked him,” Carrington said. “He

told me, ‘Hey, I’m still a music lover.’ ” Spalding thought about this for a mo­

ment, then said, “That’s cool.”

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Esperanza Spalding Nabs Best New Artist Nod from Grammys

By: Gail Mitchell Published: 12/02/10 Last night's Grammy nominations announcement had some asking "Who?" in regards to Best New Artist nominee Esperanza Spalding, but the jazz

bassist/vocalist/composer has seen her share of the lime -- err, purple -- light. Besides appearing on the bill for Prince's upcoming "Welcome 2

America" tour, Spalding aced a tribute to the Purple One at the 2010 BET Awards.

Spalding arrives at the Grammy nod riding the success of her most recent album, "Chamber Music Society" (Aug. 17, Heads Up

International/Concord Music Group), which reached No. 1 on Billboard's Heatseekers Albums Chart and No. 3 on Top Contemporary Jazz Albums.

"Chamber Music Society" draws from the same wellspring that inspired the Spalding's 2008 debut, "Esperanza." It's the second chapter in the

evolving career of the 26-year-old touted as a breath of fresh air within the contemporary jazz establishment -- and a telling example of an artist

who harbors no qualms about following wherever her muse leads.

"I might have felt pressure," Spalding says about emulating the jazz, funk and Brazilian rhythms -- accented by multilingual vocals and scatting --

that propelled her 2008 breakthrough, "Esperanza." The album spent 78 weeks on Top Contemporary Jazz Albums, debuting at No. 3 and

ultimately peaking at No. 2. "But I didn't respond to it. My objective is to evolve and grow. After my first album, I was feeling this and that's what I

answered to."

What Spalding felt this time is the music she first gravitated to growing up: classical. The self-taught violinist and later graduate/faculty member of

the Berklee College of Music spent 10 years with the Chamber Music Society of Oregon in her native Portland where she became concertmaster at

15. That training provides the foundation for the musical prodigy's modernized take on chamber music: accenting the intuitive spontaneity of

improvisation with string trio arrangements combining elements of jazz, folk and world music.

Drummer Terri Lyne Carrington, pianist Leo Genovese, guitarist Ricardo Vogt and percussionist Quintino Cinalli are the core group backing Spalding,

who co-produced the set with Gil Goldstein. Legendary vocalist Milton Nascimento also guests.

Spalding says, "I'm emulating something that chamber music used to do: Bring friends together to play music or listen to others play and enjoy the

experience in an intimate setting."

How that will translate in today's marketplace is another story. Concord senior VP of Marketing/Label Manager-Jazz and Classics Group Mark

Wexler, however, points out the basic element that initially attracted both regular and high-profile fans like David Letterman and President Barack

Obama is still in place: Spalding's versatile talent.

"We're marketing the brand Esperanza," Wexler explains of the artist who has appeared in a Banana Republic campaign, won several jazz awards

and performed at the White House in 2009, the Newport Jazz Festival and the 2010 BET Awards tribute to Prince at the request of the Purple One

himself. "As people heard with her first album, she's a very talented woman who can play the bass and sing like a bird," Wexler continues.

"Esperanza transcends what people think jazz is. She makes it accessible, and people -- both younger and more adult -- respond to the uniqueness

of that."

Spalding switches to the electric bass for her upcoming third album, "Radio Music Society." Originally intended as the second half of a double-CD

with "Chamber Music Society," the upbeat set is slated for spring 2011. "I wanted to find a way to incorporate jazz elements I find appealing into

fun songs that could make it on the radio," Spalding says.

"I don't want to be pigeonholed," she adds. "My job is to do justice to the music that's speaking through me."

Esperanza Spalding stands tall, hair and all By: Jerry Shriver January 27, 2011 When Esperanza Spalding plays her upright bass, the bulky instrument extends over her unruly mass of curls by half a foot as she bobs and weaves to complex jazz rhythms. The pairing's a visual mismatch, but there's no doubt she's in command. "Maybe it looks like I'm working hard, but I'm pretty relaxed," says the lithe, 5-foot-6 (pre-hair) nominee for best new artist at the Feb. 13 Grammy Awards. "I'm conscious of playing with good technique and posture."

Spalding, 26, certainly stands tall among performers with potential to make a lasting impact. She's a musician's musician: classically trained composer, multi-lingual vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, a budding jazz star and buddies with (and recent opening act for) Prince.

And on the strength of her two major-label albums, 2008's Esperanza (instrumental and vocal jazz with elements of Brazilian and hip-hop) and last year's Chamber Music Society (a fusion of contemporary jazz and vocals with chamber music, folk and world music), she has captivated a wide swath of admirers, including collaborators Stevie Wonder and Stanley Clarke, plus President Obama, who invited her to play at the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize ceremonies.

Though her albums inhabit the upper reaches of the contemporary jazz charts, she says, "different kinds of people have been attracted to my music, and I see a broad demographic range in the audiences. People are more open than we think and can still identify heartfelt music when they get a chance to hear it."

Spalding, raised by her mother in a tough Portland., Ore., neighborhood, heard her first heartfelt music at age 4 while watching cellist Yo-Yo Ma perform on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.

"I said something like this to my mother: 'What is that thing making that sound? ... I want to play that! I want to do that!' "

That epiphany led to violin lessons, immersion in the city's classical world (spiked with stints as a bassist with blues and rock bands), a touring gig backing jazz singer Patti Austin, and a scholarship to the Berklee College of Music in Boston, where she became, at age 20, one of the youngest teachers in its history.

Spalding resists the prodigy label, so fellow musicians express their awe in different terms. "What impresses me most is she is kind of a sponge," says Gil Goldstein, the Grammy-winning jazz pianist/producer who helped arrange and produce Chamber. "She's not finished with learning, which I think is the best quality one can have."

Her ability to sing, play, compose and arrange "makes her a quadruple threat" and enables her to work with artists "as diverse as Prince or Herbie Hancock," he adds. "She's versatile and doesn't have a genre pulling her in one direction. That's rare."

That eclecticism is reflected in the multitude of current projects: She plays upright bass alongside two drummers and a pianist in saxophonist Joe Lovano's Us Five contemporary jazz group. She fronts the seven-piece Chamber Music Society on U.S. and European dates. And she's working with hip-hop artist/producer Q-Tip on her upcoming album, Radio Music Society.

That work presents an entirely different "writing and producing challenge," she says. "I want to take this music that contains the most integral improvised parts of jazz and, without sacrificing those parts, format it in a way that it can be heard on the radio."

"There's a market out there for almost everything," she says. "And I think what people want to hear from me is good music that is sincere and enjoyable. It may be different from what people are expecting, but that's what I'm always striving for."

Esperanza Spalding leads new age of jazz greatness Youth has its fling: Esperanza Spalding confirmed her status as the rising star of jazz with a stylish and exuberant performance at the Queen Elizabeth Hall By: Jack Massarik Published: 11/15/10

It's easy to see 26-year-old Esperanza Spalding as the future of jazz. Her very forename, fans note, is the Spanish word for hope. Perhaps it’s an unfair responsibility for this dazzling singer-songwriter and double-bass prodigy from Portland, Oregon, but it didn’t seem to weigh too heavily on her slim shoulders on Saturday. Her concert was a triumph, an absorbing evening of complex music, delivered with style and the free-spirited spontaneity of youth.

Arriving and departing in darkness, Spalding and her pianist Leonardo Genovese, drummer Richie Barshay and a string trio performed a series of scintillating originals featuring wildly inventive scat-singing, brilliant barefoot bass and fresh vocal harmonies with Leala Vogt and a welcome guest, Gretchen Parlato.

Their graceful themes, mostly her own, included Very Small and the superb Apple Blossom from her current album, Chamber Music Society. And a handful of standards — Djindji, a charming bossa-nova duet with Parlato, a stormy Wild is the Wind, and Midnight Sun, a stunning encore for solo voice and double-bass — affirmed her solid-gold mainstream credentials.

Esperanza Spalding and Her Jazz Bass Still on the Move After Her Grammy Nomination By: Tad Hendrickson January 20, 2011

It was just over a year ago that I wrote about Esperanza Spalding in this space. Back then, the bassist was hot off her performances at the White House and President Obama's Nobel Prize awards ceremony. That is enough for most people to hang a career hat on, but then came the 2011 Grammy nominations: Spalding was nominated in the Best New Artist category, going up against the likes of Justin Bieber, Drake, Mumford and Sons and Florence and the Machine. Talk about breaking out of the jazz ghetto, the last jazz artist I remember in a non-jazz Grammy category was Herbie Hancock for his Joni Mitchell project, which grabbed a surprise win for Album of the Year in 2008. Ever the optimist, Spalding sees Hancock's win as proof that voters aren't afraid of jazz. With this in mind, she makes no apologies for her own nomination.

"I am new in that I haven't been around that long, and I'm an artist," she points out. "So it fits. Somebody out there thinks that in their mind that I am one of the best. It's flattering. I'll take it. I actually kind of like it because in the jazz category it can be so specific. It can be 'best new vocal arrangement on a small group,' or whatever. I like that I am acknowledged on a broader basis. It's a category that is free from genre, and I like the idea of not being specifically attached to one idiom and limit where my listeners can come from." Every jazz musician dreams of reaching audiences outside the genre's core, but it's Spalding who has done this perhaps better than anyone since Diana Krall. And the fact is, she's done it recently with the not exactly crossover-friendly album 'Chamber Music Society,' which features the usual jazz trio of piano, bass and drums, as well as a string trio and a second singer. Instead of doing Bach or Beethoven, she mainly wrote originals, with string-arrangement help from Gil Goldstein. When asked about her latest success with this album, Spalding sounds as surprised as anyone. "This stuff has been amazingly successful," the Portland, Ore.-native, Austin, Texas-based bassist and composer says of the music. "I am surprised, to be honest. The reception has been great. Five weeks of touring in Europe, and then another two or three weeks in the US. Then we have plans to go back to Europe and do more stuff in the States." Yet even as audiences outside of jazz have been supportive of her music and career, Spalding has no interest in leaving jazz behind. When she talks about the Grammys, she refers to herself as someone outside the machinations in place for other forms of popular music. "Because I have the protection of being a visitor from the realm of jazz, I don't have as many expectations placed upon me," she says. "I can still be myself and there are fewer expectations for me to fit into that persona or mold of a mainstream entertainer. I can go to these other kind of events and play a bass solo over some chord changes and people can see what I do. But I'm not expected to cater to whatever is considered the commercially savvy thing for an entertainer to do right now." With this in mind, don't expect her to give up her gig as the bassist with Joe Lovano's US5 or the other sideman (or -woman) gigs that come along – along with Lovano, she's appeared on the albums of guitarists Mike Stern and Lionel Loueke, drummer Mauricio Zottarelli, trumpeter Christian Scott and others. "I like to work. I like music," she explains. "The real issue is that the solo career is the odd man out in my life right now. I have much more experience playing bass for other bandleaders than leading my own gigs, and I love being a sideman just as much. That's why I got into music. It wasn't to become my own phenomenon; it was to play music with other people. So whomever wants to play with me, and I can, and I'm into it, and inspired? Then off I go." She'll go to the Grammys in February, but first is a stop at the Kennedy Center to play a one-off with Herbie Hancock and Jack DeJohnette as part of a ceremony commemorating the 50th Anniversary of John F. Kennedy's inauguration. Playing with two jazz legends as part of the this historical milestone is cool, but what she's really excited is that she'll finally get to meet Yo-Yo Ma, whose appearance on the 'Mister Rogers' Neighborhood' children's prgram inspired her to take up music when she was four. "He's the one who led to all this all those years ago," she says with a giddy laugh. "I'm very grateful. I can't wait to give him a good handshake. I can't wait to meet the man."

Esperanza Spalding: “Chamber Music Society,” the latest record by twenty-six year old, is a gem

By: Vincenzo Martorella – October 2010

For four years now she has been captivating music critics and enthusiasts all over the world. Chamber

music society, the latest record by twenty-six year old Spalding, is a gem: a trio of strings, a rhythmic section and two extraordinary voices make up rich, elegant, restrained music.

It seems like a change in direction with respect to previous albums (Junjo and Esperanza). "No, it isn't",

she says. "I had already written many of the pieces in 2008. It's the sound that's different, but I've been thinking about a more acoustic project, with arrangements for strings, for some time now". Bassist

Esperanza relied on Gil Goldstein.'s talent. "He's a great arranger; I learnt a lot".

And the voices? Gretchen Parlato and Milton Nascimento. "Brazilian music is a point of reference for me.

Milton is a genius". The next record (dedicated to radio) will be released in spring 2011. On 11 November

Esperanza will play at the Rome Auditorium.