Meet Schuyler Iona Press

Last week I made my annual trek to New York City for the Winter Jazz Fest and, for the first since the pandemic, the Jazz Congress conference. My report on the festival can be found here. Please check that out. But this post is dedicated to a show I caught when I went off the WJF grid for about an hour. 

Schuyler Iona Press came to my attention several months ago when I stumbled across her videos on Instagram. Here was a young woman staring directly into the camera while playing the piano (sometimes guitar or ukulele) and singing funny songs. Not funny as in "the title of the song is the punchline, which gets less funny each time" nor so-so jokes that are sung in a loud voice, which is supposed to be what makes them funny. Schuyler has a knack for snappy couplets, in a way that reminds me a bit of one of my favorite tunesmiths, Franklin Bruno.

New posts appear on her IG account almost daily. They're brief but they come across like completed projects rather than rough musical drafts. She sings about childhood crushes on unlikely actors, how she dealt with fear in the middle of a haunted house and what happened when she worked in a juice bar in Los Angeles. There's also the song about how her Thanksgivings during many of her teen years were spent traveling to an Irish dancing competition, which never achieved the results she hoped for. If her music and her crisp delivery paint a picture of someone who should be on a theater stage, it's not surprising. She's working on a musical about the bond between Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe. 

When I found out Press was playing while I was in town, I didn't want to miss it. 

Last Friday, she played on a four-act bill in Brooklyn at a place called pinkFROG Cafe, during the first night of Winter Jazz Fest. Her show was not part of the festival but in New York, there's always something else going on top of the multitude of acts playing each night. Why not go rogue for a short while? The kid had me intrigued.

Catching her set meant hightailing out of the jazz first show of the evening, jumping on a subway and hoping to arrive on time. (Someone told me residents find such rushing around to be crazy. To me, it's par for the course, even if it stokes my anxieties in the process.) If Press started at 7:40, as promised, it could make it without missing too much of the festival. (Apologies to the other acts at pinkFROG, who I missed.) 

 

Onstage, Press evoked my memory of seeing singer/songwriter Danielle Howle for the first time. (It was in New York also, during a CMJ Music Marathon in the mid-'90s.) Howle, whose twang immediately betrays her South Carolina upbringing, is a far cry from native New Yorker Ms. Press, but they both have a welcoming stage presence, with the ability to develop immediate rapport with an audience through song introductions, as well as the songs themselves. Before singing "Ode to the Performative Male," a song inspired by an ex-boyfriend, Press told the story of how her mother pinpointed the song's character as soon as she heard it. It took her a few years to come clean because, as she quipped, no one wants to admit that their mom was right.

As good as she is with the light-hearted songs, Press (again like Howle) can also pen a serious one that can stop you in your tracks. "Welcome to the End" was a timely song that compared the world to a decrepit diner where, among other things "The jukebox won't stop playing 'American Pie.'" There were even better metaphors but I couldn't write fast enough and pay attention at the same time. In the wake of the events that went down a few days earlier, her words proved to be right on the money. Hopefully she'll release this one sometime soon. Two songs released four years ago can be heard on Bandcamp, with two more on Spotify (one of the latter, "Let's Have a Picnic," was part of her set last week).

Every night there's probably someone playing a show in Brooklyn that should be heard by a larger mass of people. If the right people hear Schuyler Iona Press, big things could happen.

 

Final Thoughts on Shows of December 2025

I was hoping to close out 2025 with one more post, looking back on the year a little and talking about a couple shows that happened earlier in the month. But, of course, fate and time had other plans yesterday. So here we are today. 

Happy New Year! Anyone reading this take that Polar Bear Plunge this morning in the beautiful Mon River? 

One of my resolutions for this year is to stay focused on projects at hand, and not to get distracted by little things. As 2025 moved on, I, like many people, got infuriated by the sweeping cuts our clueless leaders made to programs they didn't like and didn't adhere to their kowtowing standards.

But I also often got locked into reading social media comments from people who rehashed tired lines about the current administration doing a good job and "well, you know/but what about...." comments about previous administrations. It's only been recently that I have started to wonder if many of these are bots or the result of AI. I'd like to think real people can't be that naive. ("Naive" being a generous description here.) 

So as 2026 begins, I am going to try to avoid my time responding to manufactured rage and more time trying to find and celebrate the good. As my late mother would say, "We'll see."

Having said that, let's go back a few weeks to a show that Kente Art Alliance presented at the New Hazlett Theater. 

The Dwayne Dolphin All-Stars was something of a hometown celebration/homecoming for half the band. Dolphin himself has been a fixture on the local jazz scene for several decades, leading several of his own groups and playing with Roger Humphries in RH Factor. (Both of those gentlemen once dropped in for an interview at WPTS when I did a morning jazz show in the early '90s). Drummer Jeff "Tain" Watts grew up here before moving on to become a significant leader and sideman (with both Branford and Wynton Marsalis). Orrin Evans was originally slated to be the group's pianist but the spot was taken by David Kikoski, a dynamic player himself. Trombonist Fred Wesley was the extra guest that night. 

The night started with just the rhythm section. After a laidback blues, things shifted into a rubato piece that eventually segued into what I'm pretty sure was the classic "Alone Together."  Tain excelled at this flowing opening, creating excitement as Kikoski dug in for two-handed ripples. An animated guy, it seemed like throughout the evening, he could have slipped off of his piano bench. 

When Dolphin introduced Fred Wesley, he said he had been playing with the trombonist in the New JBs for 35 years, more than half his life. Dressed in a gray suit and silver shoes, Wesley didn't quite look like a guy who might have once played in a group known as the Horny Horns, with Funkadelic. But looks can be deceiving. His first tune with the band was a sweet rendition of "Like Someone In Love" which had authority and lyrical depth.

Later in the set, he dug into "All the Things You Are." At the end of the night, for those who wanted to hear him get funky, he and the band kicked it up with a groovy version of the JB's "Pass the Peas." 

I don't normally like being asked to sing along but I couldn't say no during "Snooky," a Dolphin original about a character he knew from his young days in the Hill District. Over a sharp vamp, the bassist had us singing:

"I remember Snooky

Snooky wasn't smart

Snooky kept his bottles in a cart"

Reggie Watkins (trombone), Ian Gordon, JD Chaisson (trumpets), Paul Thompson (bass)

On the day after Christmas, Opek played what is starting to become their annual show/gatherting at Kingfly Spirits. The ensemble has been around for about 25 years, started by saxophonist Ben Opie to dig into the repetoire of Sun Ra. Over the years, he has added the works of other composers to their book - Charles Mingus, Thelonious Monk, Anthony Braxton.... This show also included a reading of Led Zeppelin's "Since I've Been Loving You," which really lends itself to a big band setting; Pittsburgh's Billy Strayhorn and Akira Ifukube, the latter who wrote a piece that was sung in Godzilla vs. Mothra. 

Ben Opie (alto), Chris Parker, John Purse (guitars), Lou Stellute (tenor)

I had an upfront seat,which was a great place to get shots of the horns, but I didn't get a shot of Kelsey Wooley Jumper, who sang a couple songs with the band, the first vocalist to ever sit in with the band. She also added some tap dancing to the sweet version of "We'll Meet Again" towards the end of the set. Last year, Opie sang this song, and the feeling was a little bittersweet, and the thought of a future Opek show not being a guarantee. When Jumper sang it, it felt like a promise and an acknowledgement that we need to do this again.

Apologies to drummer Dave Throckmorton and baritone saxophonist Rick Matts for not appearing in the pictures. They were definitely felt that night.