Oddly enough I've noticed something over the past decade. When people hear that I play jazz, there will always be that one person in the conversation, who will lecture me with great authority on what's wrong with jazz and why it's unpopular.
What's wrong with jazz is that Bebop happened. Here's the description of Bebop from Wikipedia (emphasis mine):
Bebop developed as the younger generation of jazz musicians expanded the creative possibilities of jazz beyond the popular, dance-oriented swing style with a new "musician's music" that was not as danceable and demanded close listening. As bebop was not intended for dancing, it enabled the musicians to play at faster tempos. Bebop musicians explored advanced harmonies, complex syncopation, altered chords, extended chords, chord substitutions, asymmetrical phrasing, and intricate melodies....
To paraphrase what some of my friends have told me:
"I don't like music that sounds like the musicians are showing off their skills."
"The bass should never be noticed, and never play a solo."
But the question is: Can jazz be purged of the influence of Bebop, and would it still be worth playing? What has been seen cannot be unseen. Even when I play "standards" gigs with mostly tunes from the 1940s or earlier, or rhythms that were introduced after the Bebop era, the solos are definitely Bebop influenced.
On the other hand, I think there are things we can learn by looking for success stories. In my locale, the "best band in Madison" has been won by jazz bands several times. There are a handful of bands that fill small venues, though not every week. I've noticed some things about these bands:
* They are often playing original compositions and arrangements.
* The musicians are at the top of their game.
* They are certainly not dumbing it down for the audience.
The one thing I can think of about Bebop is that it gave us a formula for playing tunes, that is a blessing and a curse: Melody, solo, solo, solo, melody. And likewise fake books are a blessing and a curse. 40 years into the Real Book era, maybe that well has been pumped dry. I once wrote a Haiku about it:
What shall we play next?
Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip...
Let's play "Blue Bossa."