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Pioneering entrepreneur Mark Soyka knows it isn't easy selling live jazz in South Beach, a place where the throbbing pulse and synthetic drone of DJ-spun techno is the preferred soundtrack, and where what little live music you can find is of the rock and roll variety. But through perseverance and commitment, the co-owner of the Van Dyke Cafe continues to keep live jazz -- mostly local players, but more national pros in the months ahead -- in the cafe's cozy second-floor room, slowly building a clientele, hoping the venue fares better than his former jazz operation, the Music Room, which was located in a downstairs room of Soyka's other landmark business, the News Cafe.
"Miami is not a jazz town," Soyka observes, "but unfortunately, the world is not a jazz world. I'm 53 years old and I grew up listening to jazz, whereas when it comes to young people today, jazz is little more than a category of classical music. They aren't exposed to it, so they don't understand it so well. It's like soccer -- why did soccer take so long to get introduced in America when it was so popular internationally for so long? But slowly, over time, young people got exposed to it here, and now it's a big thing. Jazz has just never really been explained to them."
For his part, Soyka is making live jazz of the fairly trad modern-jazz variety available upstairs at the Van Dyke every night of the week in a setting that's pretty close to perfect, from the sound system to the ambiance. It's a small room with a hardwood floor, several small tables situated near the corner where the musicians set up (there's no elevated stage), a bar in the opposite corner, and in back a comfortable sofa and a few big, cushy chairs. The room is dark, with flickering candles on the tables and minimal lighting over the band area. There's an air of elegance to the place that's impressive without being oppressive -- a kind of chic that's inviting rather than exclusive.
Entertainment at the Van Dyke is lined up by Don Wilner, principal bassist and featured soloist with the Palm Beach Pops, assistant principal bassist with the Miami City Ballet, and noted jazz man who has recorded as both bandleader (his debut album will be released this year) and sideman (he's among the musicians on Eddie Higgins's recent disc Portrait in Black and White). Among the players featured regularly at the Van Dyke: reedman Eric Allison, a virtuoso saxophonist, flutist, and clarinetist who records for the Contemporary label; and pianist Higgins, bandleader, recording artist, and a sideman with an impressive list of credits that includes stints with Coleman Hawkins, Lee Morgan, and Wayne Shorter, among many others.
If those names sound familiar, that probably means you've spent some time at MoJazz Cafe, where Allison, Higgins, and a slew of other local hotshots performs regularly. The Miami Beach institution and live-jazz bastion for both fans and musicians was opened in 1993 by Mo Morgen, a saxophonist transplant from New York City who formerly operated the Big Apple loft club Jazzmania Society. MoJazz is the product of Morgen's passion and zeal for the music. He describes it as a place for serious jazz lovers. Actually, he calls it the only place for serious jazz lovers.
Like Soyka, Morgen agrees that Miami isn't a jazz town. "How can it be a jazz town when the one real jazz club in town isn't full every night?" asks Morgen. He doesn't believe his club is in competition with either the Van Dyke Cafe or with O'Hara's Pub in Fort Lauderdale, a long-standing jazz venue, and Morgen makes careful distinctions between his club and the others. "O'Hara's is a place for a certain style of person and age group, a yuppie group," he contends. "It's a pick-up place, a meeting place. You have drinkers there. It's not a jazz crowd."
As for the Van Dyke, Morgen describes it as a "beautiful room," but laments Soyka's failure to keep the Music Room alive: "The fact that he couldn't make it behind the most popular place on South Beach [the News Cafe] attests to how difficult it is to have jazz as the main thing. South Beach is a different animal. People who enjoy South Beach don't want to sit in one room for three hours. I've had people tell me that the crowd is there more for social reasons, that music isn't the main thing. Being the fashionable thing brings you a different type of crowd."
On a recent Thursday night, the MoJazz crowd that gathered for a set by the incredible Cuban percussionist Luis Miranda reflected South Florida's demographic diversity: whites, blacks, and Latins; twentysomethings, fortysomethings, and beyond; couples you could peg for tourists and obvious regulars chatting with the MoJazz staff. From a low stage in a back corner of the club, Miranda and his group Final Touch laid down a scintillating groove built around the veteran conguero's percolating rhythm work, initially to just a smattering of listeners. By 10:00 p.m., as the first set built to a close, with local trumpet ace Ira Sullivan joining the group on a nice reworking of "The Girl from Ipanema," the house began to fill steadily -- a very respectable turnout for a Thursday night.