Watch Thelonious Monk Jamming Out In This Exclusive Preview Of ‘The Jazz Loft’ Documentary

The Jazz Loft is equally a film about the man who documented all of this, the once-revered and groundbreaking Life Magazine photojournalist W. Eugene Smith, as it is about the musicians and the sessions they performed. Delving into his personal and professional life, Smith emerges as an artist so committed to his craft he bordered (and often crossed into) obsession. Leaving his wife and children in their home in upstate New York to dedicate himself fully to his photography, Smith set up shop at 821 Sixth Avenue just as things started to heat up.

Smith painstakingly documented the goings-on at 821 Sixth Avenue during these years. Overton was Smith’s next door neighbor and landlord, and the creative vibe of the building was such that Smith was able to hang out whenever he wanted, obsessively recording and photographing everyone who entered Overton’s space – increasingly, even at the expense of his own professional work.

Installing microphones through the walls and ceilings of his own loft into Overton’s next door, what Smith recorded and left behind comprises the bulk of the film, and are what makes it more than just an interesting portrait of an eccentric photographer. These images and tapes reveal an intimate portrait of the kind of mythical New York creative underground that continues to at least metaphorically define the city and its magical lure for artists.

Watch Thelonious Monk and Hall Overton Improvise Below In this Exclusive Preview:

The Jazz Loft smartly saves the storyline that will engage most viewers for its finale – the three weeks spent by Thelonious Monk arranging and rehearsing what would become one of jazz’s iconic recordings, “Thelonious Monk and his Orchestra Live at Carnegie Hall.” Interwoven with Smith’s original footage are interviews with session players who played as Monk’s orchestra. In one particularly poignant moment, a horn player recalls having much difficulty translating Monk’s rapid and vocal style of piano playing to his own instrument, despite being a known and skilled player. Instead of calling him out, he recalls, Monk called a break from rehearsing and played the original record back. As it played, Monk danced along wordlessly with the notes, and the player was able to follow along and pick up the arrangement, noting “that’s the kind of teacher he was.”

As the years passed and the 1950s turned into the 1960s, Smith became increasingly obsessive about his ongoing projects, with each assignment taking longer and longer for him to complete and edit. But even as the established industry of photojournalism became less patient with his inability to play by the rules of their world, his secret tape machines and the constant motion of his shutter continued to document the experience of the loft 821 Sixth Avenue. Where on premise alone, The Jazz Loft could have been an informative but dry look at this period such a long time gone from New York’s present reality, it succeeds by weaving in the stories of Smith’s family and contemporaries, as well as the many players that experienced the loft in its heyday. Smith’s beautiful photographic technique shines in the film, underscored by the inescapable feeling that New York really once was a place where artists could struggle and thrive together in the untapped cracks of the urban landscape – an idea that feels distant at best today.


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