The following rant, in which Pat Metheny expresses outrage over Kenny G's crimes against artistic integrity, originally appeared in the "Q&A" section at It isn't there anymore, but can be found at in the archives of (subject line "Metheny blasts Kenny G"). It was subsequently reprinted in part in Harpers Magazine. (Update 23 Sep 2003: I am tracking down someone to e-mail for permission to republish this on E2.)

I've taken the liberty of cleaning up the text: correcting capitalization, etc. Also added hard links where I deemed appropriate or humorous.

Question: Pat, could you tell us your opinion about Kenny G? It appears you were quoted as being less-than-enthusiastic about him and his music. I would say that most of the serious music listeners in the world would not find your opinion surprising or unlikely, but you were vocal about it for the first time. You are generally supportive of other musicians it seems.

Pat's Answer: Kenny G is not a musician I really had much of an opinion about at all until recently. There was not much about the way he played that interested me one way or the other either live or on records. I first heard him a number of years ago playing as a sideman with Jeff Lorber when they opened a concert for my band. My impression was that he was someone who had spent a fair amount of time listening to the more pop-oriented sax players of that time, like Grover Washington or David Sanborn, but was not really an advanced player, even in that style. He had major rhythmic problems and his harmonic and melodic vocabulary was extremely limited, mostly to pentatonic-based and blues-lick derived patterns, and he basically exhibited only a rudimentary understanding of how to function as a professional soloist in an ensemble; Lorber was basically playing him off the bandstand in terms of actual music. But he did show a knack for connecting to the basest impulses of the large crowd by deploying his two or three most effective licks (holding long notes and playing fast runs; never mind that there were lots of harmonic clams in them) at the key moments to elicit a powerful crowd reaction (over and over again). The other main thing I noticed was that he also, as he does to this day, play horribly out of tune—consistently sharp.

Of course, I am aware of what he has played since, the success it has had, and the controversy that has surrounded him among musicians and serious listeners. This controversy seems to be largely fueled by the fact that he sells an enormous amount of records while not being anywhere near a really great player in relation to the standards that have been set on his instrument over the past sixty or seventy years.

And honestly, there is no small amount of envy involved from musicians who see one of their fellow players doing so well financially, especially when so many of them who are far superior as improvisers and musicians in general have trouble just making a living. There must be hundreds, if not thousands of sax players around the world who are simply better improvising musicians than Kenny G on his chosen instruments. It would really surprise me if even he disagreed with that statement.

Having said that, it has gotten me to thinking lately why so many jazz musicians (myself included, given the right "bait" of a question, as I will explain later) and audiences have gone so far as to say that what he is playing is not even jazz at all.

Stepping back for a minute, if we examine the way he plays, especially if one can remove the actual improvising from the often mundane background environment that it is delivered in, we see that his saxophone style is in fact clearly in the tradition of the kind of playing that most reasonably objective listeners WOULD normally quantify as being jazz. It's just that as jazz or even as music in a general sense, with these standards in mind, it is simply not up to the level of playing that we historically associate with professional improvising musicians. So, lately I have been advocating that we go ahead and just include it under the word jazz, since pretty much of the rest of the world OUTSIDE of the jazz community does anyway, and let the chips fall where they may.

And after all, why he should be judged by any other standard, why he should be exempt from that that all other serious musicians on his instrument are judged by if they attempt to use their abilities in an improvisational context playing with a rhythm section as he does? He SHOULD be compared to John Coltrane or Wayne Shorter, for instance, on his abilities (or lack thereof) to play the soprano saxophone and his success (or lack thereof) at finding a way to deploy that instrument in an ensemble in order to accurately gauge his abilities and put them in the context of his instrument's legacy and potential.

As a composer of even eighth note based music, he SHOULD be compared to Herbie Hancock, Horace Silver or even Grover Washington. Suffice it to say, on all above counts, at this point in his development, he wouldn't fare well.

But, like I said at the top, this relatively benign view was all until recently.

Not long ago, Kenny G put out a recording where he overdubbed himself on top of a 30+ year old Louis Armstrong record, the track "What a wonderful world." With this single move, Kenny G became one of the few people on earth I can say that I really can't use at all—as a man, for his incredible arrogance to even consider such a thing, and as a musician, for presuming to share the stage with the single most important figure in our music.

This type of musical necrophilia—the technique of overdubbing on the preexisting tracks of already dead performers—was weird when Natalie Cole did it with her dad on "Unforgettable" a few years ago, but it was her dad. When Tony Bennett did it with Billie Holiday it was bizarre, but we are talking about two of the greatest singers of the 20th century who were on roughly the same level of artistic accomplishment. When Larry Coryell presumed to overdub himself on top of a Wes Montgomery track, I lost a lot of the respect that I ever had for him, and I have to seriously question the fact that I did have respect for someone who could turn out to have have such unbelievably bad taste and be that disrespectful to one of my personal heroes.

But when Kenny G decided that it was appropriate for him to defile the music of the man who is probably the greatest jazz musician that has ever lived by spewing his lame-ass, jive, pseudo-bluesy, out-of-tune, noodling, wimped out, fucked up playing all over one of the great Louis' tracks (even one of his lesser ones), he did something that I would not have imagined possible. He, in one move, through his unbelievably pretentious and calloused musical decision to embark on this most cynical of musical paths, shit all over the graves of all the musicians past and present who have risked their lives by going out there on the road for years and years developing their own music inspired by the standards of grace that Louis Armstrong brought to every single note he played over an amazing lifetime as a musician. By disrespecting Louis, his legacy and by default, everyone who has ever tried to do something positive with improvised music and what it can be, Kenny G has created a new low point in modern culture—something that we all should be totally embarrassed about—and afraid of. We ignore this, "let it slide," at our own peril.

His callous disregard for the larger issues of what this crass gesture implies is exacerbated by the fact that the only reason he possibly have for doing something this inherently wrong (on both human and musical terms) was for the record sales and the money it would bring.

Since that record came out, in protest, as insignificant as it may be, I encourage everyone to boycott Kenny G recordings, concerts and anything he is associated with. If asked about Kenny G, I will diss him and his music with the same passion that is in evidence in this little essay.

Normally, I feel that musicians all have a hard enough time, regardless of their level, just trying to play good and don't really benefit from public criticism, particularly from their fellow players. But, this is different.

There ARE some things that are sacred, and amongst any musician that has ever attempted to address jazz at even the most basic of levels, Louis Armstrong and his music is hallowed ground. To ignore this trespass is to agree that NOTHING any musician has attempted to do with their life in music has any intrinsic value, and I refuse to do that. (I am also amazed that there HASN'T already been an outcry against this among music critics—where ARE they on this?????!?!?!?!- , magazines, etc.). Everything I said here is exactly the same as what I would say to Gorelick if I ever saw him in person. And if I ever DO see him anywhere, at any function, he WILL get a piece of my mind and maybe a guitar wrapped around his head.

Richard Thompson on Pat Metheny on Kenny G

Richard Thompson was so inspired by Pat Metheny's essay that he was moved to compose the following ditty. In Richard's words, "I've given it a kind of Scottish lilt for no good reason, just, uh, those are just my roots, man." (Italics = spoken words.)

(Update 23 Sep 2003: I've sent an e-mail re permission to appear on E2)

I Agree with Pat Metheny

I agree with Pat Metheny
Kenny's talents are too teeny
He deserves the crap he's going to get.

Overdubbed himself on Louis
What a musical chop suey
Raised his head above the parapet.

Now Louis Armstrong was the king
He practically invented swing
Hero of the twentieth century.

Did duets with many a fella
Fatha Hines, Bing, Hoagy, Ella
Strange he never thought of Kenny G.

A meeting of great minds, how nice
like Einstein and Sporty Spice
Digitally fused in an abortion.

Old Kenny fans will doubtless rave
while Satchmo turns inside his grave
Soprano man's bit off more than his portion.

(There's more)

Brainless pentatonic riffs
Display our Kenny's arcane gifts
But we don't care, his charms are so beguiling.

He does play sharp, but let's be fair
He has such lovely crinkly hair
We hardly notice we're too busy smiling.

(You're a fan aren't you? You like him. I can tell, I can tell by the look)

How does he hold those notes so long?
He must be a genius... wrong
He just has the mindlessness to do it.

He makes Britney sound like scat
If this is jazz I'll eat my hat
An idle threat I'll never have to chew it.

So next time you're in a rendezvous
And Kenny's sound comes wafting through
Don't just wince, eliminate the cause.

Rip the tape right off the Muzak
Pull the plug or steal the fuse, Jack
The whole room will drown you in applause.

Yes, Kenny G has gone too far
The gloves are off, it's time to spar
Grab your hunting rifle, strap your coat on.

It's open season on our Ken
Yet I await the moment when
We lay off him and start on Michael Bolton

Oh, I agree with Pat Metheny
Kenny's talents are too teeny...

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