Your story about the half empty hall of intellectuals makes me sad.
Frankly Art, this is the problem with this music, many people just miss the whole point. They think its all about analysis, crtitique and celebral intake. Actually, its about ants in your pants, booty shakin and stank face funkin.
I am a "musician" and have played electric bass for years. This brings me to analyze music as a whole. I think jazz deserves analysis. We are talkin about the finest players, masters of their instruments, involved in one of the highest musical forms. I can't help but disect a players style, or how a pianist comps for a player like Coltrane or Miles. Yes, that is one side of my listening, but...
For the most part, I just let the music take me where it must. Toe tappin? How bout motion in tha ocean?!? This is what too many miss out on with jazz. The vibe, the swing, the funk, the soul. I think this is where alot of Payton's frustration comes from. There's not enough fans who want to just soak it all in and have some fun.
I think there's room for both, but pure enjoyment is more essential. If you can't just sit back and take in something sublime, or get up and move when the swingin gets heavy...well, you would be missing the whole dang point.
As for the caretakers? Thank God for them. Without them much of the music may have been swept under a rug. Guys like Cuscuna are a blessing. They are there to document and share. It's the fans who must set the tone for this music. It's the fans who must dictate its future. Yes the artists "lay the egg" so to speak, but as fans we can influence even that level of the art.
I think this is alot of what Payton's "call to arms" was all about.