Steve Voce RIP 1933-2023
Photo courtesy of Jazz Journal
Steve Voce,
1933-2023 - Jazz Journal
Steve Voce, long-serving
contributor to Jazz Journal, died 23 November, aged 89, his wife
Jenny reports. He had been popular (and often reviled) for his
columns variously titled What’d I Say, It Don’t Mean Thing,
Scratching The Surface and Still Clinging To The Wreckage. These
columns covered 42 of the 56 years of the publication of Jazz
Journal.
Steve had written for JJ since the 1950s, his lively, witty and
often acerbic style much appreciated by many JJ readers. Many
must have turned first to his column. He began in an era when
factionalism and stylistic and professional rivalry were an
intrinsic part of the scene and writers were generally less
charitable than today towards jazz they didn’t like. Sadly, that
individualism has pretty much disappeared in the last three or
four decades as the “jazz industry” has been exhorted to pull
together and be positive as if it were a homogenous mass, and as
the jazz media has come to depend so much on keeping advertisers
and political factions happy.
Background on Steve’s life is as short in supply as his
tolerance for pretension in jazz. When I asked him for a
biography for our contributors page, I got simply “In the first
half of his life Steve Voce was preoccupied with listening to
jazz, boozing and adultery. In the second half of his life he
gave up adultery.” There was a lot more to the life and work for
jazz than that. It probably isn’t excessive to suggest he lived
for the music. Thinking of retrieving an unreviewed record set,
Jenny speaks of “masses of paperwork and all sorts of things in
most of the house” (the scene may be familiar to jazz spouses)
and his passion for jazz, positive or negative, was always
palpable. At the Nice festival in the 1980s, when I was getting
excited about David Sanborn and about Miles Davis’s band with
Stern et al, he made a point of telling me that the difference
between what he liked and what I liked is that what he liked
would last.
He wasn’t entirely reactionary, writing favourably in the 1960s
and 1970s on experimental developments, especially in British
jazz from such as Mike Gibbs. But in later years he reverted to
what were probably his first loves in the swing to 1950s
mainstream, asking me on various occasions “We lived through the
best of it, didn’t we?” (I hadn’t, being of a later generation,
but age and long service on both our parts blurred the
generational boundaries.)
This is a short news item, and I hope to extend it into a fuller
biography for Steve. Anyone with information on his life and
work or recollections of him is welcome to write to
editor[at]jazzjournal.co.uk. All Steve’s writings for the are on
the Jazz Journal website (i.e., since January 2019)
MARK GILBERT
As well as writing obituaries for
The Independent, he was a columnist for Jazz Journal, and
presented the Jazz Panorama radio programme on BBC Radio
Merseyside
08/12/23 - Sad to hear the news about Steve Voce. He was
such vociferous voice of criticism for Jazz Journal and other
jazz magazines. His writings will be missed.
Pete Lay
08/12/23 - Sad to learn of Steve Voce death. He kept many
of us both informed and amused with his contributions to Jazz
Journal. A loss to the world of written jazz...although
his verbal battles with the late Jim Godbolt, editor of JARS, (
Jazz at Ronnie Scott's ) could often seem bitter they contained
much humour and respect from both parties. Thanks
for your writings Steve. You may no longer be "clinging to the
wreckage" but you will be remembered for your enjoyable and
knowledgeable writings about this great art form called Jazz
Bob Lamb
23/12/23 - I got to know Steve Voce when he started a “jazz
appreciation course” in St Helens, near where I lived in
Rainford. I was probably in my early twenties, living with my
parents and still at college in Liverpool.
I remember it to be more of a discussion than informative. He
talked mainly about musicians who played, and were still playing
at the time, a style of jazz which wasn’t really my cuppa so, in
the end, I stopped going. I went to see Johnny Dankworth and
Cleo Laine in Liverpool with him. Not really my scene but it was
great to be introduced to them by Steve.
I bumped into him again from time to time and always enjoyed his
company.
Graham Martindale
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