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* June 22 1907 Wallace, La.
† November 20 2007 Marrero, La

As a brass band musician he played with: Jimmy Jackson Brass Band.

Family celebrates 'Doc' Paulin's legacy of love, creativity

By Geraldine Wyckoff, Contributing Writer http://www.louisianaweekly.com/weekly/news/articlegate.pl?20070723o 
July 23, 2007  

When a smiling Doc Paulin, donning a black hat, suspenders and a wide tie rolled into the large, festively decorated room at La Belle Creole in Harvey the crowd was on its feet cheering "Happy Birthday!" Born on June 22, 1907, the noted trumpeter Ernest "Doc" Paulin was celebrating his 100th birthday.

It's difficult to imagine the world when Paulin grew up as a country boy in Wallace, Louisiana. It was his uncle, trombonist Edgar Peters, who started Paulin's life in music by giving him his first instrument, a cornet. Peters, who traveled between the country and the big city of New Orleans, would also take his nephew out with him and introduce him around.

"I got to handle myself a little bit," said Paulin during a rare interview in 1996.

Paulin moved to New Orleans in 1928 and played with some musicians but soon put together his own band. To offer some musical perspective, that was the year that the now jazz staple "St. James Infirmary" was published and 18 years after one of Paulin's favorite tunes, "Let Me Call You Sweetheart," was composed.

"You had to play everything to make a living - but if you couldn't play no jazz, you were in trouble," Paulin said adding that he also worked as a painter and cleaned houses. "That was a good job for a man because he could move things around."

Before being drafted into the Army during World War II, the trumpeter blew at hot spots in Storyville and on South Rampart Street and he particularly remembers a big place called Anderson's Café. When he was discharged, he returned to New Orleans and studied with the now-legendary Professor Victor at Grunewald School of Music. An independent sort who doesn't easily suffer fools and never joined the musicians'union, Paulin again put together his own band. "We had Bourbon Street monopolized," said the trumpeter of jazz music

Paulin married his wife Betty in 1949 and they raised 13 children in their modest Seventh Street home, which is now in the process of renovation. At the party, over 40 members of the Paulin clan surrounded the man of the hour who sat beaming in a wheelchair next to his lovely wife for a photo that would document the day. A deejay appropriately spun "Family Reunion."

It was his musical sons, trombonists Dwayne and Scott, clarinetist Ricky, trumpeter Phillip and bass drummer Aaron who were at the core of two bands - one brass, one classic New Orleans jazz - that provided the musical entertainment that was interspersed by often hilarious commentary. The other musical brother, saxophonist Roderick, was performing in Europe.

It's no coincidence that most of the Paulin brothers play different instruments thus enabling them to perform together as they did as members of their father's bands and as they do today with their own Paulin Brothers Brass Band. The patriarch decided who would take up the reeds, brass or drums. He even went so far as to tell their elementary school music teacher, a Mr. Harris, which instrument he wanted each to play.

"The way I look at it, you don't want a house full of trumpet players," said Paulin in the interview that was held in preview of the 1996 release of the Paulin Brothers Jazz Band along with Ernest "Doc" Paulin: The Tradition Continues. "It's called simple economics. I had to bring them to it. They used to follow me all the time when I went to parades. When they got good, I'd take them out."

At the party, other aspects of Paulin's life were represented. Appropriately seated in a corner of the room was a group of men from the Corner Club. Beginning in the 1940s, they hired Paulin's band to lead a second line that took off from Annunciation and Second streets. Later, the group also engaged his ensemble for its annual Mardi Gras Day march around the neighborhood.

The sons remember calling that particular procession the "death march" as they were forced to get up in darkness on Carnival Day not to have fun but instead to parade for some eight or nine hours. They also recall their father's warning: "You can get drunk but I'm not going to take you home."

Paulin's bands had many long-standing gigs even in the most unlikely places. Beginning in the 1930s, he would travel all the way out to Hahnville, Louisiana each Mother's Day to lead a second line that wove through the tree-lined, country roads culminating in a big barbecue.

Musical guests at the party included trumpeter Gregg Stafford, who showed off some hot moves on the dance floor, and clarinetist Michael White who long ago, at age 20, was a member of Paulin's band and this night sat in for some traditional blowing. "He is the last of a breed," White once proclaimed of the veteran trumpeter.

In between the music, the brothers and others told little stories about Paulin that particularly focused on his stern approach to music and business. The centenarian displayed amusement while listening to lovingly told tales about his views. "You listened to jazz or you just didn't listen to anything," was one description of life in the Paulin household. His legendary strictness on proper on-the-job attire and his intolerance for tardiness were often mentioned as the trumpeter nodded in total agreement.

Doc Paulin surprised many at the celebration when, toward the end of the evening, he rose from his chair and took a stroll around the room to greet his guests.

"I made history because I had so many sons in my band-especially playing this kind of music," the trumpeter once said. "That's a wonderful thing."

On viewing the big birthday cake surrounded by the glow of candles with a remarkable "100" perched on top, that sentiment could only be echoed: "That's a wonderful thing." 1

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Legendary jazz pioneer, Ernest 'Doc' Paulin, dies

New Orleans lost one of the most cherished surviving jazz legends with the passing of Ernest "Doc" Paulin on Tuesday, November 20. He was 100.

Those who knew him and learned from him say that his passing leaves a major void in the music world, although he passed on his love of music and his attention to detail to scores of New Orleans musicians.

The "Paulin" name is synonymous with Traditional Jazz in and outside of New Orleans. "Doc" Paulin was one of the last surviving pioneers that witnessed the old-style Jazz develop from its beginning.

Ernest "Doc" Paulin was born June 22, 1907. "Doc" Paulin grew up in Wallace, Louisiana in a Creole-French speaking family. He began playing music at the age of seven years old for dances, balls and other events.

Like many New Orleans jazz artists, he grew up in a family of musicians. Doc's father placed the French accordion and his uncle, trombonist Edgar Peters, led a brass band in which "Doc" played. Playing in his uncle's band left a lasting impression on him. In the early 1920s, "Doc" Paulin organized his own band, The "Doc" Paulin Dixieland Jazz Band. For seven decades, "Doc" has performed New Orleans Traditional Jazz with vibrant energy, style and musicianship.

Over the years, "Doc" Paulin has played with such greats as Kid Ory, Danny Barker, Papa Celestine and Harold Dejean, to name a few. Playing with this caliber of musicians, "Doc" realized that this new art form called jazz would be his life's passion.

"Doc" Paulin's greatest contribution to New Orleans music was his unashamed drafting of young musicians into his band, according to his sons. There were many who came under "Doc's" tutelage-some whom have retired and some who are now at eternal rest. Several talented musicians that are now well known had their first official "gig" with "Doc" Paulin. These young musicians included Dr. Michael White, Big Al Carson, Donald Harrison, the late Anthony Lacen, also known as "Tuba Fats," Mark Brooks, Greg Stafford, Joe Torregano, Freddie Lonzo and Leroy Jones. These musicians and many others experienced the true meaning of professionalism and respect for the music and culture from "Doc" Paulin.

"Our dad was more than a musician; he was a great mentor to the aspiring neophyte," Doc Paulin's sons said on their website.

Big Al Carson introduced a 20-year-old Dr. Michael White to Doc Paulin in 1975 at the Jazz and Heritage Festival. "I walked up to him and he looked at me and said, 'So you want to play music?' He said, 'If I call you, are you going to show up on time and are you going to be dressed right because I don't have guys in my band not dressed right.' I gave him my number and to my surprise he called me a few weeks later."

White's first gig with Paulin was playing at a small Baptist Church parade in Marrero. "That was the beginning of my whole life and career, but it was a great experience for me because he had older musicians and it was one of those functions that was very special. I learned something about the repertoire and the functions and all of that stuff. It was great.

"He was different than anyone I ever worked with because when we had a gig he would have you come to his house way ahead of time, just to make sure that you were early and looked right. When you got to his house, he had an inspection, almost like the military. He looked you over from head to foot to see if you had shiny black shoes, if your pants and solid white shirt were clean and pressed. You had to have a solid black tie and your band cap needed to be clean. He had certain values and he didn't care if you were playing in the heart of the ghetto or in the Garden District. He felt that being a musician was something to be proud of and you were representing yourself and this music, so you had to play, look and behave a certain way."

"He was a stickler for that, because that's the way the old people taught him," Rickey Paulin said when reminded of his father's stringent dress code. "He passed that on to us. He would say, 'You want to come, come dignified.'

"New Orleans is getting away from all that," he continued, "but that's why people love New Orleans, the tradition. This a tradition you can't find anywhere else in the world. People come from far and wide to witness the kind of traditional jazz sendoff that he's going to get Saturday."

White played with Paulin for four years, taking on two or three gigs a month. "I learned a lot from him," White said Wednesday. "My success as a musician and a bandleader is largely attributed to the things I learned from him. He taught me a lot in terms of how to do business and musical standards. I'm one of the very few people today who has a brass band where everybody is dressed exactly the same; that's attributed to Doc. He gave me the tools I needed to go on and have a life and career in the business."

White looks back with fondness at the many times he spent at Paulin's home listening to his mentor impart wisdom about a wide variety of subjects. "He would talk about everything from politics to music to education and preachers," White remembers. "He was one of these tough, old black men who knew how to do everything...carpentry, plumbing, electricity, painting and all kinds of stuff. ...His thing was always trying to make it. I learned a lot of lessons from him. I saw and participated in my first authentic jazz funerals with him. Those were some of the last funerals of that kind."

White said Paulin gave many teenage musicians and young people fresh out of high school a chance to pursue music professionally.

Jazz saxophonist Donald Harrison Jr. was in the 11th grade when he began playing music with "Doc" Paulin. "He was the first person in New Orleans to pay me every time we played," Harrison told The Louisiana Weekly. "He also made sure all the young musicians dressed in a respectable manner to the music. I have often thought how amazing it was for him to hire so many young musicians when he had so many sons that played music. His dedication to sharing and nurturing others reminded me of my parents. His sons were also warm and kind to me.

"I learned traditional New Orleans music listening to Dr. Michael White as we played in Doc's band," Harrison continued. "I would just position myself next to him because he was a little older than me and had more experience. For me, this is how jazz is really learned because it is an oral tradition. You can't get what I got from Doc in school or from a record. School is great, but the real process of learning music is when you do it. You also connect to so many things when you add the element of people that it is really impossible to explain. My only school experience where some of the teachers understood this was Berklee College of Music. My professors - Larry Monroe, Andy McGee and Bill Pierce - nurtured the idea of working professionally while in school because they are great musicians. This is the reason I have put so many young students on the bandstand. I guarantee that if you treat a young person with respect and expectation of professionalism they will generally rise to the occasion. If you really look at it, musicians might be a model for what works with building success."

Asked about the best advice Doc ever gave him, Harrison said, "Everything I needed was right here in New Orleans. When I told him I was going to New York, he said, 'You don't need to leave New Orleans. You got every thing you need right here, red beans and rice, good music, enough money to be happy, and you can get a pretty girl for yourself.' I wound up spending 20 years in New York, which proved invaluable before moving back to New Orleans. Now I eat a lot of red beans and rice, enjoy good music, and have just enough money to be happy. Like the song Louis Armstrong sang, 'What A Wonderful World.'"

Above all else, Harrison says he will most miss Doc's smile, "which opened the door to his warm heart. "I used to love to hear Doc say, 'I have a lil' to do for you,' when he hired you for a job," Harrison continued. "He would tell you the time, duration, and pay for the job. He would also share with you some humorous anecdote. What made it more special was that voice of his. He had a thick accent that was like a pot of gumbo that had been in the refrigerator for a few days. All the flavors meld together and become one super-rich amalgamation of the many."

Harrison credits Doc Paulin with opening his eyes to the possibility of a full-time career as a jazz musician and teaching him the many little things young people need to know to grow and develop into productive people. "Doc just reinforced what I learned at home about life," he explained. "My parents taught me to follow the Golden Rule. The fact that he paid me for my work at such a young age made me realize I could play music as a job. Music would have been a hobby for me if Doc had not done that because all the other bands in New Orleans never paid me when the money came."

Asked about Paulin's legacy, White said, "In one of the greatest traditions of New Orleans culture - the brass band tradition - he was one of the guys who held the torch when it looked like the brass band tradition was dying out and wasn't extremely popular outside of community parades and funerals. One of the ways that the tradition survives is through younger people coming in and his band was like a school for younger musicians to learn the music, to get introduced to the music business and to participate in community functions in a basically noncommercial setting."

Paulin's last performance was at the 2004 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. "Doc" Paulin was 97 years of age at that time.

Although Dr. Michael White had not seen Paulin in a long time, he did get to visit with his former mentor this past July at his 100th birthday celebration and several weeks ago when the Jazz and Heritage Foundation gave a tribute concert for Doc Paulin.

"For me, he's still alive," White said when asked what he will miss most about Doc Paulin. "The spirit of what he represented and taught me is still very much with me. I still get together with some of the musicians he taught and we talk about experiences we had and joke about some of the things he said and did. He is still with me and everyone whose life he's touched."

"Doc" Paulin is regarded as a significant contributor to traditional music in the New Orleans community. After "Doc's" retirement three years ago, you could still witness his energy, musicianship and love for New Orleans Jazz inside six of his sons - Aaron, Rickey, Dwayne, Scott, Philip and Roderick - who make up The Paulin Brothers Brass Band.

Ernest "Doc" Paulin is survived by his loving wife of 58 years, Betty White Paulin; three daughters, Kim Paulin, Elizabeth Powell and Joyce Dupclay; 10 sons, Ernest Jr., Lawrence, Aaron, Rickey, Dwayne, Scott, Phillip, Bryant, Dirk and Roderick; and a host of grandchildren, loved ones and friends.

A traditional jazz funeral procession will begin at 9am on Saturday, Nov. 24, at LaSalle and Washington and end at Holy Ghost Catholic Church, where a funeral mass is scheduled to begin at 10a.m.

Rickey Paulin had a message for New Orleans musicians who were planning to attend his father's traditional jazz homegoing. "Come correct, do not come here flipshod," he said. "Come here with the right regalia, with the right equipment, ready to function. Black and white (clothing), doing the right thing.

Send him home right." 1

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Doc Paulin's Long Goodbye

By Jason Berry

Photo by Matt Anderson

Doc Paulin paraded in the Irish Channel
with The Corner Club on Mardi Gras 1976.

Ernest 'Doc" Paulin, who died Nov. 20 at 100 years and four months, was a jazz patriarch in the most literal sense. Paulin had 13 children with his wife, Betty White, whom he married at the advanced age of 42 and sustained a 58-year marriage. Six of his sons became musicians and joined the brass band he led until the early '90s " Rickey on clarinet and sometimes drums, Roderick on tenor sax, Dwayne and Scott on trombones, Philip on trumpet, and Aaron, a drummer. The music-making family, relatives and friends gathered for a Nov. 24 funeral Mass at Holy Ghost Church. Then the pallbearers wheeled the coffin outside and hoisted it into a glass-encased buggy hearse, pulled by a horse with a driver in a top hat " an image out of the age before cars. Six grand marshals in tuxedos, including Bruce 'Sunpie" Barns, began the procession in slow, sculpted steps, while a seventh, Jennifer Jones, twirling a gilded parasol, sashayed along in front of the men. Some 300 people walked respectfully around a brass band led by the Paulin brothers with other musicians joining in, 25 in all, playing 'Lawd, Lawd, Lawd" in slow tempo with a tender lyricism rarely seen in second lines today. The parade rolled up Louisiana Avenue, turning right at LaSalle, past the shuddered Flint-Goodrich hospital complex and the shuttered C.J. Peete housing project " cold symbols of a city's rotten politics, a muted contrast to the life force of Paulin's burial parade as the band played 'I'll Fly Away."

Born in New Roads in 1907, Paulin was raised by his grandparents, who had come from Haiti, on a farm near the town of Wallace in St. John the Baptist Parish. An uncle who played trombone, Edgard Peters, gave him his musical start. 'People had dances, picnics, all through the week sometimes when people got married," Paulin told me in a rare interview, to which he begrudgingly consented in 1996 to promote a CD, The Tradition Continues The Paulin Brothers Jazz Band Along with Ernest 'Doc" Paulin.

'In the country, we didn't play funerals," he said that afternoon in Hanville, during a break from the annual Mother's Day parade for a Masonic lodge. He was sitting under a tree in scorching heat as the band waited outside a church " inside choirs were singing to the sky. 'If you didn't play [jazz], you didn't get the job."

Caring for his grandparents until they died, Paulin moved to New Orleans in 1928. Funerals helped establish his reputation. 'You'd have to hustle "em up," he told me. 'It was a job to play the funeral. You have to play that trumpet, representing it like a preacher The trumpet's gonna talk that funeral talk."

I was lucky to have gotten the interview, abbreviated though it was. In his long career, Paulin never did an oral history for Tulane's Hogan Jazz Archive, the major source of information on early jazzmen. 'We approached him, but he declined," Hogan curator Bruce Raeburn told Gambit Weekly. In 1998, as a jazz consultant at The Historic New Orleans Collection, I arranged an offer to Mr. Paulin of $1000 for a formal interview; he was unwilling. Perhaps at 91 he did not feel comfortable with his memory. It's just as possible he didn't want to do an interview with anyone, period. But imagine that life! " seven decades of brass-band musical marches for churches, social aid and pleasure clubs, funerals and parades for carnival clubs (minus a stint in New York in the 1930s, and military service in World War II).

In later years his band became a launch for young jazzmen like clarinetist Michael White and trumpeter Gregg Stafford, who played for his funeral.

Everyone who played for Doc Paulin had to arrive in black pants, a clean white shirt, black tie, black shoes, a black coat if it was cool and a clean black cap. They reported to his house in Central City where he inspected everyone's dress; those with scuffed shoes ran the risk of being sent home. 'In this organization," he was known to growl, 'you got to be on time." Those who came late lost the job. The players also knew that if a job called for a smaller band, his music-making sons stood first in line. He was willing to carry two clarinetists, recalls Michael White, 'He sometimes sent two bands to different parades on the same day."

From that house on Seventh Street, Doc and Betty Paulin ran the Property Owners Voters League, a get-out-the-vote organization that worked for candidates he favored during elections. 'He was a one-man neighborhood watch," intoned Deacon Irvin Stewart in the funeral homily. 'Doc Paulin drank well from the fountain of life. He knew how to live in the 100 plus years he was within the body. Number one, always, was his family."

He was idiosyncratic. He loathed the musicians' union, to which most of the artists belonged; he would surrender no dues for work done on his own. Long after 'Dixieland" became freighted with negative racial and cultural meanings for African Americans, he maintained a drum emblazoned Doc Paulin's Dixieland Jazz Band. I suspect it was a business decision; other people liked the term.

In 1949, the year he married Betty, he began playing the Mardi Gras parade for the Corner Club in the Irish Channel. Paulin marched for them from the presidency of Truman through that of Clinton, from the dawn of TV to iPods. Dewy-eyed Corner Club members lined the pews at Holy Ghost. 'Doc was good people," murmured Tony Spano, now retired, who ran a garage on South Claiborne for years. 'He used to bring his car by and I took care of him."

The Original West Side Marching Club hired the band when they formed in 1968 to march with the Grela parade on Saturday during carnival as it passed City Hall in Gretna. 'I had some influence with the chief of police," recalled Phil Loyocano, who was at the funeral with his daughter. 'The chief said: "If y'all keep it clean, son, you can have the parade.'" Outside of West Jefferson football stadium, Loyocano met Doc Paulin to negotiate the fee. 'We paraded about 20 years. His kids came up in the band. Years later I was watching the LSU band march and this guy starts waving at me: "Hey, I'm one of Doc's sons " we paraded with you.' I went to [the rest home] for his 100th birthday. Doc Paulin was a fine man." 2

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He came to the city of New Orleans in the 1920s and led his own band for more than 70 years

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http://www.paulinbrothers.com/bio/index.html
1 www.louisianaweekly.com
2 www.bestofneworleans.com

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Last updated: 11-04-2009