In his adopted country, (Don) Byas faced competition from American musicians whom venues felt they had to hire when they passed through. He was now viewed as a native of the Netherlands, and no longer someone you had to catch when he came to Amsterdam, forcing him to go further afield. Byas “lived too long in the Netherlands,” saxophonist Hans Dulfer said. He “spoke Dutch well, had a Dutch family and was not necessarily an American” anymore. So no “TV movies, no bartenders” giving him a wink if he wanted to cadge a drink, “no radio or TV guys, no sound amateur hunters to tape when he had the hiccups—and above all no work!” He was no longer viewed as an exotic import of African-American music, and club owners asked him to play for a “local discount.”
As a result, during his seventeen years of residence, Byas made only one record in his adopted country, an EP titled “Blues by Byas.” While his opportunities in other countries were better, over time they dwindled as well. When he first came to Europe “he had a lot of work” because “[a]fter the war all those American musicians came to Europe and were received like kings,” Jopie said. Eventually, when European musicians learned from the American expatriates, “If French could do the same, they would hire French instead of Americans.”
On June 26, 1964, with two children (Dottie Mae and Ellie Mae), the couple moved to 48 Admiralengracht, to a larger apartment. Two more children followed in 1965 (Carlotta) and 1969 (Carlos Wesley, Jr.), and the couple’s itinerant lifestyle came to an end. “Before, I went with him on all tours, but when the children were born that was over,” Jopie said; Byas became, in her words, “really a home-staying person, never went out.” Once the couple “could tell each other that” they “could make it on a slice of bread,” Jopie said, but with children the money became tighter. Where before Don would get around Amsterdam on his motor bike, he joked that he had “to buy a car with this family of mine.”
“I am my own impresario,” Byas said in 1963, and he had to watch the bottom line. “Maybe I should not have added a piano,” he said of a 1969 festival in Roermond. Byas was caught between artistic principles and economic constraints, and sacrificed the former to the latter. “Today one can’t ask Americans to play, " he said in a candid moment, because “They demand so much more than Europeans. And that’s how it should be. Jazz is American music and America is the top in jazz.”