, who passed away last evening, July 22nd, after his own battle with cancer. He was a masterful musician, one who happened to play the guitar. I don't think that I have ever known anyone who knew more standards, more tunes than Joe - and, beyond that, at the drop of a hat, he could play any one of them, in any key that any crazy singer would throw at him. In theory, a great musician, a great Jazz musician should be able to do that. But, many of us cannot!
It is Friday, June 8th, 2018, and, via my dear sister Laurie, I just learned this morning that CNN's Anthony Bourdain had passed away in his hotel room in Strasbourg, France. Perhaps most well-known for his "PARTS UNKNOWN" programs featuring glorious food, travel, and honest and probing conversations with local people, residents, for me, I came to "know him" without ever having met him on the countless occasions that I would go downtown to Les Halles, where I would always order their Steak Frites, and then, top of my meal with their sumptuous Crème Brûlée. I loved going there so much. If only I had known that, perhaps, "Tony" was there, behind the scenes, I could have complimented him. How sad I was when I learned that this very simple and very French restaurant had closed several years ago. His time at this restaurant spawned his revelatory book, "KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL." It is my recollection that I was first told about Les Halles by trumpeter/gourmet Lew Soloff.
Anthony's passing marks yet another sad and moving reminder of the fragility of life. Like many of his fans, I often imagined what it might be like to share a meal with Anthony in some wondrous restaurant - small or large - and to converse about any and all topics involving life, and the philosophy of what it means to be alive - maybe even what it means to be "happy" - but then, after some thought, I would re-think this little 'fantasy' meal, and realize that, perhaps, it was best to just leave dear Anthony in the exalted place in which I hold him so dear, and where he shall always remain! If you care to read it, here is a wonderful piece about Anthony Bourdain that appeared in a 2017 edition of "THE NEW YORKER" magazine.
I can't begin to tell you how many of his shows I have saved on my DVR, and they shall remain there until CNN eventually releases a "BOX SET" on DVD. I'll be headed to Amazon.com to purchase that the minute it becomes available. I wouldn't even know where to begin to recount some of my favorite episodes of 'PARTS UNKNOWN" but his visit to Lyon, France was so incredible to me. The love of fine food, food as "ART," and the care and detail for its preparation, so beautifully filmed and documented will stay with me forever. And, of course, his great conversation with then President Obama in Vietnam at a most simple little outdoor/indoor restaurant was a highlight for so many reasons. It was reassuring to know that Anthony despised the current resident of our White House, Donald J. Trump, as much as I do!!!
Anthony Bourdain, to most of us, seemed like the consummate New Yorker! One of the things that I admired most about him, and his style of presentation during his programs was that, especially during shows that featured other cities in the United States, he would always remind us New Yorkers that New York City and the 5 boroughs is a world unto itself. One must never be confused that the way that WE might view things has NOTHING to do with the way the greater United States of America views things. And that goes for within the country as well as outside of the country. It was always good for me to be reminded of this, because it can be so easily forgotten or lost on us glorious Manhattanites.
The facts of his death are now beginning to come to light only hours after it had been reported. Whatever ends-up being the final assessment, I will rest easier knowing that, in his way, his life touched me, and touched so many. How I am going to miss his programs, the series as much as anyone. Rest in peace dear Anthony, you left a huge impact on this world, and I hope that, in your core, in your soul, you knew that. Your fan, Steve
Now, just 3 days ago, I learned that Felipe Díaz Reyes, who lived in Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Spain, had left us all too suddenly on February 28th, 2018, I was taken completely by surprise. It was a most unexpected event, and great shock and sadness took over the moment, and it has been like that, and will continue like that for days and weeks to come. Our friendship began in a manner that has become more the usual than the unusual as my life has unfolded. Though my memories are not as specific as I would like them to be, I believe that somewhere between 1998-99, Felipe wrote me via my website to ask me if I could somehow get him a copy of my album "EVIDENCE"(Arista/Novus) from 1981, which had become a favorite of his. I can't recall whether or not he wanted an LP or a CD, or both? And I don't remember if he wanted me to sign them as well. As my love affair with Venezuela was about to begin in 1999, Felipe suggest that, if I could bring the album(s) with me on my next trip to Caracas, his sister-in-law, Eva, would meet me somewhere, and I could give them to her, and, in turn, she would find a way to get them to Felipe in Las Palmas. Somehow, the plan worked, everyone did their part, and a lasting friendship was born between Felipe and me.
At first, we just corresponded with one another, but on July 19th, 2000, I came to Las Palmas to play with the Caribbean Jazz Project, and finally, I met Felipe in person. I remember, and very well, his incredible kindness to me. Please allow me to explain. At that time, i had been engaged to actress Caridad Canelón, and I would send a post card to her and her beloved daughter Angélica from every single city that we played in - always, and without fail. And so, dear Felipe drove me around that day until we finally found some post cards, which I wrote quickly, and we even mailed them. I believe that he also helped me shop for a beautiful scarf for Caridad. It was such a wonderful gesture, and it was never forgotten. NEVER!!! From there, our friendship just grew, and it became far more personal with the sharing of life's beautiful moments, and life's great difficulties. This continued right up to the present. Over the years, he helped me by translating musical interviews into Spanish, and as crazy as this might sound, I helped him by translating passages from his scientific papers into readable English. I know that these exchanges were pleasurable for us both.
One should know that Felipe had become the director of the Aula de Jazz concert series, which brought so much great talent to Las Palmas. In our music, there is never an isolated concert, one concert feeds the rest of a tour. So, all musicians greatly appreciated Felipe for his passion for our music, and the effort that he put in to bring that music to the people! The next time that I saw Felipe in Las Palmas, I was there for a concert with my own trio that included Charles Flores(el. bass) and Joel Rosenblatt(drums) this was on March 12th, 2005. It was one of the most difficult experiences of my life and career! For on that night, the disc problems in my lower back began to act up, and, in the middle of the 1st Set, I was playing, and I could feel these sensations in my left leg, a most serious warning, and it wasn't long before I knew that IF I tried to move one step in any direction, I was going to fall over, flat on my face! I survived until the intermission, where Felipe was waiting for me. He had seen on my face that I was in serious trouble, and he came to my aid. I just laid down on the floor of the dressing room, and tried to put some ice on my back and, I somehow made it through the concert! But, without Felipe's help? I don't know that I could have done that. And, the friendship deepened. Felipe was here in New York in February of 2012, and I tried my best return every possible kindness that he had shown me in Las Palmas. It was wonderful to be his host here.
To me, and I know to many, he was a warm and wonderful man, a scientist, professor, guitar lover, and serious Jazz fan, a husband and father, but above all, someone with great compassion and a huge heart. If you want to begin to understand the great esteem that he was held in by his peers and colleagues, you can read the obituary that appeared in "La Provincia"(Diario de Las Palmas). Of course, it is written in Spanish. Jazz fans should know that Felipe did so much to promote Jazz concerts in Las Palmas, and he was loved and revered by the musicians in our community. I hope that he knew that! In the photo collage that I created to remember him, he is pictured playing my guitar at our soundcheck in 2005. He loved this photo!!!
He is survived by his two greatest treasures, his dear wife, Isabel, and his fantastic daughter, Naima. My heartfelt sympathies go out to them, and to his extended family and friends. I'm just so sad since receiving this news, and I am going to miss him a great deal. He has been so wonderful to me throughout all of these years.
Felipe, hermano, rest in peace, and know that you were loved here on this earth by so many - including me!!!
Yet again, I feel so out of it and disconnected sometimes, how could I not have known that drummer Grady Tate, one of my earliest musical heroes, had passed away on October 8th, 2017? Once this sad, sad news came to me, I had to sit down and write this tribute to him. In truth, as crazy as this might sound, Grady is probably the reason that I became a guitarist! You see, as I was drifting towards Jazz and Blues in the mid-'60s, I began to hear albums with Grady Tate on drums and so, driven by his name, I started to buy anything and everything that I could find with his name in the credits. This brought me to "MOVIN' WES" by Wes Montgomery. I remember sitting on the floor in my mother's house, opening the album, an LP of course, and sitting in front of my recently purchased stereo components and being completely blown away hearing Grady's playing on the opening tune, "Caravan." The way that Grady cuts those great Johnny Pate brass figures makes his snare drum sound as if it had been shot out of a rifle!!! After listening, I went in the next room and sat down at my drum set, sticks in hand, and realized in that moment: "I can't play! No one is ever going to want me to be their drummer!" And, in that moment, or shortly thereafter, I somehow made the insane decision that I was going to be a great Jazz guitar player! I must have been completely crazy!!!
It wasn't too long after that, and many, many album purchases later, that one day, an envelope arrived from my father, and he was sending me a photo that he had just taken with Grady at some benefit, or a formal dinner. I was so thrilled to have it, and couldn't believe that MY father had actually met Grady Tate! Several years after I had moved to New York, there came a moment when I walked into a session and there, sitting behind the drums, was that same Grady Tate. I almost died from being starstruck, and full of hero worship. Lucky for me, I suppose that I did a very professional job, and a lasting friendship amongst musical colleagues was born. I was always thrilled just to be in the same room with him. One of my favorite stories of working with Grady happened during a Pat Williams big band session featuring the great Toots Thielemans, which would take place at A&R Studios on W. 48th St. here in Manhattan. Assembled for the recording were stellar players such as: Dave Grusin; Tony Levin; Lew Soloff; Marvin Stamm; Danny Stiles; Bill Watrous; Wayne Andre; Jerome Richardson; Gerry Niewood; Lou Marini; Ronnie Cuber and, of course, Grady Tate. The date(s) were to have taken place on July 13th-14th, 1977. How could I possibly remember that? Well, as the session was moving along, all of sudden, at around 8:37 P.M., ALL OF THE LIGHTS WENT OUT and THE POWER SHUT DOWN!!! At first, we all thought that Phil Ramone, a great practical joker in his own right, was trying to have some fun with all of us, because he was working next door in his own private room at A&R, R-1. But no!!! It wasn't Phil's doing at all. Little did we know that this was the great New York City Blackout of 1977. After all the mumbling and grumbling had died down, each one of us had to find a way to trudge back home. What an eerie sight it was to find one's way out of A&R and onto W. 48th St., only to see pitch blackness everywhere. In my case, I had to walk down to my then apartment, located at 21st St. and 7th Avenue. Not that bad of a walk. I remember, as I only lived on the 2nd Flr., feeling my way with my right hand down the hallway, trying to find my apartment door, and eventually, I did. The next day, the power was back for a good portion of Manhattan, and we assembled again to finish the recording. I remember seeing Grady Tate come in with a look on his face of complete and total exhaustion because, he lived on the 80th Flr. of his building on the East Side - a much, much longer trek!!! Can you imagine going up and down that many flights of stairs? Somehow, through all of this drama, Grady was ready to play!!!
To list all of my favorite albums that feature Grady's drumming would probably fill this page, but, as I want to pay tribute to him, please allow me to mention just some of the albums that I have where Grady Tate is the drummer that have meant so much to me: "ORGAN GRINDER SWING"; "THE CAT"; "BLUE BASH!"; and "MONSTER"(Jimmy Smith); "JIMMY & WES: THE DYNAMIC DUO"(Jimmy Smith-Wes Montgomery); "SOUL SAUCE" and "SOUL BIRD"(Cal Tjader); "JOYRIDE"(Stanley Turrentine); "GYPSY '66"(Gabor Szabo); "MORE BLUES AND THE ABSTRACT TRUTH" and "SOUND PIECES"(Oliver Nelson); "BUMPIN'"; "TEQUILA" and "GOIN' OUT OF MY HEAD"(Wes Montgomery); "SWEET RAIN"(Stan Getz); "THE RIGHT TOUCH"(Duke Pearson); "AMOROSO"(João Gilberto); "WALKING IN SPACE"(Quincy Jones); "A GENERATION AGO TODAY"(Kenny Burrell); "UPTOWN CONVERSATION"(Ron Carter); "MUMBLES"(Clark Terry); "ROUND TRIP"(Phil Woods); "JOYRIDE"(Stanley Turrentine); "LAWS' CAUSE"(Hubert Laws); and "PLUG ME IN"(Eddie Harris). This is only a small, small list of the albums that have a personal significance for me, the real list of Grady's credits would go on forever!
What appealed to me so much then, and even now, about Grady Tate's sound and approach to playing, was that I loved the way that he tuned his drums. They sounded a bit higher pitched that say Elvin Jones' sound. Grady's snare drum sound a bit tighter, very funky in its own way. Grady's sense of swing was tight and yet there was a looseness about it as well. He was also completely at ease playing driving, even 8th-note, quarter-note oriented tunes that contributed so greatly to the commercial success of any number of artists, especially those who were associated with Creed Taylor's productions during the '60s. If you look above, I have chosen to share the great album cover photo by David Gahr of Jimmy Smith's album, "OFF THE TOP"(Elektra Musician) showing: Grady, alongside, George Benson, Jimmy Smith, Ron Carter, and Stanley Turrentine. In so many ways, those great players, legends all, sum-up the remarkable career of Grady Tate. I can't conclude my tribute without mentioning that Grady was also a superb vocalist, and made many albums that featured his rich baritone. He was truly somethin' else!!! Thank you Grady for all that you brought to my life, and for showing me that I could never have been 1/1,000th the drummer that you were!!! Rest in peace dear Grady!
I don't know that I could be much more saddened than when I just learned that a great artist, a great guitarist, John Abercrombie had passed away after a long and difficult illness. You see, as the '70s dawned, both John and I had moved to New York. Lucky for me, John, Ralph Towner and I became good friends then, and those friendships have lasted until this day. Each year, right around Christmas time, a bit before actually, on John's December 16th birthday, I would always send him a birthday e-mail, and this was always answered by a phone call, and we would speak for hours, and catch-up on everything in our lives, from the very personal, to of course philosophical discussions about our own musical adventures, and the state of music, and the business of music in general. I looked forward to these conversations each year.
In an analysis that I wrote about a particular Jim Hall melody statement here at the website, I included the following Abercrombie anecdote. It went something like this:
"There are certainly moments in one's life, one's professional life, when one just knows that something of great significance has taken place. Sometimes, that moment can, on the surface, appear to be relatively harmless and inconsequential. I vividly recall one such moment which took place at a rather meaningless rehearsal in the very early '70s. I had just moved to New York, and another recent transplant, John Abercrombie had just moved here as well. Through a number of chance encounters, we became friendly and eventually became good friends, and even colleagues at times. I remember sitting together with John at a rehearsal and speaking about that music. Because of our common roots, influences and goals, our bond in that regard was untarnished by poorly conceived music. I will never forget how, in a moment of peace and quiet, apart from the din of '70s Jazz-Rock Fusion music, John suddenly presented to me his impression of Jim Hall playing "I'm Gettin' Sentimental Over You." As simple as it was, John played that melody with such grace, love, romance and respect, that I knew, in that moment, I was sitting next to a player who had arrived at a far deeper place in music, and within himself, than I had yet encountered. It was yet another instance when I had to face the very painful reality that I was far, far behind everyone else! During my first years in New York, there were way too many moments and realizations like that, but I have never forgotten that one - and, over the years, I have reminded John of that moment."
I also shared a 2nd anecdote in a different Jim Hall analysis, and here is what I wrote: "Another of my earliest memories of exchanges with John, was when we were sitting together at a session, and talking again about Jim Hall and his style of playing. As we sat together talking, John launched into his own fantastic version of Hall's comping on the famous version of the Rodgers & Hart classic standard, "My Funny Valentine." He had it completely nailed: the feel, the swing, the sense of a walking bass - well, just everything. It made me immediately feel like I had to go home and re-investigate that recording, and that performance. Of course, the original version appears on the revered recording with pianist, Bill Evans titled, "UNDERCURRENT"(Blue Note), which was recorded in the Spring of 1962."
Believe it or not, the first time that I heard John Abercrombie playing was on the Johnny "Hammond" Smith album from 1968, "NASTY!" which cast him alongside Houston Person and Grady Tate, another one of my early heroes!!! John sounded great to me on this album, polished and ready to go. I remember saying to myself: "Who the hell is THIS guy?!?!?!?!" I was to find out soon enough!
How does one assess the high, high level of quality of his body of work? He was a fearless explorer of musical possibilities, and always done with great taste and vision. Remember that "TIMELESS"(ECM) was recorded in 1975, and his long-standing relationship with ECM lasted some 42 years. In the world of Jazz, how many times do you think that it has happened for an artist to remain with one label? How often I told John how much I envied this. No matter what the flaws might have been in working with Manfred Eicher, in my experience, it is always better to be in one place than to be bouncing around all the time. I told him that his catalog would always stay active, and one can't emphasize how crucial that becomes over the span of one's career. In 1974, Larry Coryell and I formed one of the first contemporary guitar duos, and recorded an album of that work. It was just a couple of years later that John and Ralph Towner formed their duo and recorded "SARGASSO SEA"(ECM). They took the depth of music that a guitar duo could play to a much higher level. It was more about music-making and a musical conversation, about textures, many things, all equally wonderful and beautifully done.
I remember Peter Erskine playing me the live recording that he had done with John in Boston, and with Marc Johnson on acoustic bass, recorded on Peter's little DAT machine. That recording was picked-up by ECM because it was just so damn good, and released as "JOHN ABERCROMBIE MARC JOHNSON PETER ERSKINE" in 1988. To this day, it stands as one of the great guitar trio recordings ever. John's solo intro to "Stella by Starlight" is simply classic, and set a standard for the art of the possible in such a noble setting. How can we forget the magic of the "GATEWAY"(ECM) albums with Dave Holland and Jack DeJohnette? I loved "Backwoods Song"! This format began in 1976, and they convened to record again in 1978 and 1994, the latter resulting in two albums. I could go on and on about the depth and quality of John's recordings, but just spend some time listening and nothing more has to be said.
Of the recent recordings, and because John's great love for the Jim Hall-Art Farmer albums from the '60s, I absolutely loved the album and especially its title song, "WITHIN A SONG"(ECM) which featured beautiful playing by John with Joe Lovano, Drew Gress, and Joey Baron. You need to know no more about John Abercrombie than to hear that one single performance. It is everything that we all hold dear about Jazz and the art of making music with your bandmates! Bravo John!!!
John had a brilliant way of speaking about music, and music as art, and I want to leave you with this quote from the 1978 Julie Coryell-Laura Friedman book, "JAZZ-ROCK FUSION: The People - The Music" Here is John Abercrombie's wonderful quote about his early inspirations:
".......During that period I listened to many musicians, both on records and live. I think the musicians that made the biggest impact on me at the time were Bill Evans, Jim Hall, Miles Davis, and John Coltrane. To me they represented, and still do, a certain quality that transcends the physical part of playing the instrument itself, and enters an area that is much more intellectually and emotionally satisfying."
For me, the above ranks as one of the great quotes about our music and the kind grace and dignity one must strive to attain as the years come and go. To settle for a lesser aesthetic is simply unthinkable. In his lifetime, John Abercrombie was always in this higher place and, for me, it served as an inspiration, and a standard for which one could only hope to experience in part, just to be a moment in that sublime space. Rest in peace dear John, it was an honor and a privilege to have known you, and to have been your friend and colleague over all these years.
Like all passings, when I learned this evening that the visionary guitarist Allan Holdsworth had left us on April 16th, 2017, I was taken completely by surprise. Of course, when one knows someone, and many personal details about their life, one can sense that this could happen, but still, you never expect it. You just think that Allan is always going to be around, and always making music. Over the years, especially, long ago in the mid-'70s, I played opposite Allan several times when he was a huge part of Tony Williams' Lifetime.
The first of those gigs took place at New York City's Bottom Line when Larry Coryell and I were traveling around doing our acoustic guitar duets. We also played another gig opposite The Tony Williams Lifetime with Allan Holdsworth at My Father's Place out on Long Island. Again, this was some 40 years ago. Of course, Allan was playing fantastic back then, like no one any of us had ever heard, and his sound was exceptionally beautiful, and thrown out there at an immense volume. At the time, I remember that he was playing a white Gibson SG Custom, as pictured below, through a couple of little pedals. Back then he was using, believe it or not, a Colorsound Overdrive, and the larger MXR Orange Phaser 100. Perhaps a volume pedal too - but, that was it. I'm not sure how it happened, but we actually became friends during those gigs - I guess he liked what I was doing, and we could communicate pretty well. At that time, my favorite tune of his was titled "Fred."
There was another gig opposite Tony Williams awhile later, also at the Bottom Line, where I was playing with Joe Beck and David Sanborn - a group that included: Don Grolnick, Will Lee, and Chris Parker. I remember standing with Joe Beck at the bar while Allan was playing - and you must remember that Joe was one of the great guitarists himself, and quite a cynic, to say the least, and he turned to me at one moment, and he said this: "No one ever plays anything fast that they haven't played 1,000 times before!!!" At that moment, I wasn't sure what he meant - as the years have passed, I came to know exactly what he meant - and, of course, he was right!!! But, that stated, it doesn't diminish in the least bit how great Allan was, and what a unique voice he is, and will always remain!!!
I actually lent Allan a couple of my acoustic guitars for the recording that he did for CTI, "VELVET DARKNESS." I know that he never liked this album. In truth, I don't know that he ever really appreciated this gesture of trust on my part. Years later, while touring in Europe with Anthony Jackson and Dennis Chambers - we did a concert in Italy opening for Allan - and when I arrived at the gig, the promoter had rented the wrong speakers for me - they were Fenders with JBLs inside - everyone who knows anything about sound, HATES those speakers! They are way too bright and very abrasive sounding. So, through his road manager, and roadie, I asked Allan if I could PLEASE borrow his Marshall bottoms, so that I could recreate my own sound. There wasn't a happy ending to that story, and we haven't spoke since then.
Allan was one of those remarkable people who really understood the inner-workings of the electric guitar in every possible. He could fix and modify his guitars, re-wire his pick-ups, and even make crucial adjustments to his amp heads. To a guy like me, all of this was amazing. Of course, sounds buffs like Bill Connors and Scott Henderson, they can do all these things too.
In the end, forever and always, Allan Holdsworth will be remembered and celebrated for being one of the most visionary voices on the electric guitar that we have ever known. Perhaps it was his early training on the violin that transferred over to the guitar and helped him to create his legato technique, where it seemed that he all but eliminated most picked strokes from his right hand. He also had one of the most expressive vibratos. And then, to top it all off was his very tasteful usage of the tremolo arm to add to the emotional side of his playing. Rest in peace Allan!!! You were simply spectacular and influenced all of us who were privileged enough to have heard you play.
It seems that there is just never enough time to recover from one loss within the community and family of musicians, and then, suddenly, someone else, equally close to you, has left us. Just a few hours ago, I learned that the great flautist Dave Valentín had passed away in his beloved Bronx in the early morning hours of March 8th, 2017. I knew that he had been quite ill, and for quite some time, still it is just so sad to know that he is no longer with us, and cannot grace us with his explorations on the flute. In the end, there was really no one quite like him, and in his own special and unique way, he carved out new territories for the flute in Latin music and Latin Jazz. Though we had known one another around New York for many years, I had really never played with him before, until vibraphonist Dave Samuels asked me in 1999 to be a part of his "TRIBUTE TO CAL TJADER" project. This was to include Dave Valentín as well. We did that album, and a subsequent tour of Japan, and on the long plane flight home, Samuels asked me if I would like to join a new version of the Caribbean Jazz Project as a co-leader alongside Samuels and Dave Valentín. I saw this as a great opportunity to see just what the guitar, as I hear it, could do in the context of Latin Jazz. And so, I joined the two of them, and we would lead this group until my departure in 2002.
Together we logged countless miles, and recorded two really fine albums together: "NEW HORIZONS" and "PARAÍSO"(Concord Picante). Of course, when you work that closely together, and travel together, one sees and learns everything about each other, the good, the bad, and the ugly. All during that time, as each of us, in his own way, tried to best represent Latin music and Latin Jazz, I came to feel that, without a doubt, Dave Valentín was one of the most naturally gifted musicians I had ever worked with in my life. How much talent could one human being have been given? One of his greatest gifts was that when he played the flute, any melody, he had such a beautiful sound, really gorgeous. With that alone, one can go a long, long ways in music. In his solo career, he had the monumental good fortune to be accompanied and guided by two great pianists, composers, and arrangers: Oscar Hernández and later, Bill O'Connell. These two musicians helped to shape Dave's recorded output during and after his many albums for GRP(1979-1994). Dave, as a leader, needed this kind of help to bring his musical visions and dreams into a more focused musical reality, and Oscar and Bill did this work with loving care. In 1999, I had the privilege of recording on Dave's "SUNSHOWER" album, his first for Concord Records.
Traveling with Dave, especially during the endless car and van rides, was like going to Latin music university every day. Dave would break out CDs, or mini-discs back then, and would play the music that he had grown-up listening to in his family home. He knew all the lyrics and breaks to all the classics in the genre. I was constantly asking him, "Who is that? What album is that from?" And, after returning home from the road, with all the notes that I had taken, I would then go out and buy tons of new CDs, and my collection of Latin music grew by leaps and bounds. I owe so much to Dave Valentín for that alone. The education that he provided for me went on to inform everything that I have been doing in recent years. I regret that he wasn't a musical part of this journey of mine, but, he was never out of my thoughts.
I often times felt that Dave had no idea just how great his talent was, and he seemed to be content to ride the gifts that he had been given as far as they would take him. Sometimes, under the watchful eye and vision of another musician, he would flourish, and be pushed to find new things within his bag of the familiar. For example, I just love his playing on Don Grolnick's classic album, "MEDIANOCHE." Standing alongside brilliant players like Michael Brecker, Mike Mainieri, and Don, one just has to find new levels beyond the familiar in their own playing. That recording also included: Andy González, Milton Cardona, Steve Berrios, and Don Alias.
Those who knew him well, all knew the size of his heart, and it was immense. He did many wonderful things for various charities in the Bronx, and around the world, never losing sight of where he came from. Can I leave this tribute without saying something about his incredible sense of humor? He certainly did some incredible impressions. Not the least of which was his Jerry Lewis impression, which could make you lose it at any given moment. Of course, sometimes, Dave picked the absolute worst moment on stage to go into that part of his arsenal. That kind of distraction in the middle of serious music used to make me completely nuts!!!
How well I remember telling Dave one day how much I just loved his solo at the end of José "El Canario" Alberto's version of
"La Paella" within Isidro Infante's swingin' arrangement. It still kills me every time that I hear it. Dave knew exactly what to do!!! Of course, when I used to tell him this, he didn't even remember it, until I played it for him. Then he would flash that big smile of his at me!!!
In the end, Dave Valentín was a great voice on the flute! He accomplished so much, and became a legend in Latin music and Latin Jazz. Those who play the flute in this incredibly rich genre will no doubt bear his influence. He was that special! Rest in peace dear Dave!!! I am so very grateful for the times that we shared together.
Not too long ago, I learned that sadly, one of my great inspirations, guitarist Larry Coryell had passed away here in New York on February 19th, 2017. Somewhere around 1968, I remember being in college at U.C.L.A. and going a few times to see Larry playing as part of the visionary Gary Burton Quartet. Usually they played at Shelly's Manne-hole. Perhaps the 2nd time that I saw the group they would actually be recording their 2nd album, "LOFTY FAKE ANAGRAM" in the afternoons while playing the live gig at night. I have chosen to share a photo from that time period because I would like to always remember Larry in this way. I remember Larry telling me that that big, beautiful, blonde Gibson Super 400 was actually not his guitar, and that it belonged to Chris Hills. Larry was only borrowing it! He was, without question, the father of the "Fusion" movement where the guitar is concerned. What he did then opened the door for all of us to follow, and each of us, in his own way, did follow.
In truth, I don't know that Larry really ever sounded any better than he did on the first Gary Burton Quartet album, "DUSTER." What an incredible recording that was. Larry's appearance on Chico Hamilton's "THE DEALER" album was also huge. Sometimes, one can have everything about their future right there, right in one's own hands, but, for one reason or another, the moment escapes, and then, those whom one had influenced arrive, and just as suddenly, pass us right by!!! Larry's vision for his own recordings was never focused in the best possible way - they were all over the place - and perhaps because of that, John McLaughlin, when he appeared, he just passed him right by, followed a few years later by Bill Connors and Allan Holdsworth, and the sound of the guitar in Fusion was changed forever. The focus and vision of an artist can be everything when seizing their moment!
During the mid-'70s, Larry and I formed what was perhaps the 1st contemporary Jazz guitar duo, and we would log countless miles touring the U.S. and Europe together. It was an incredible time. But for a variety of personal reasons, after a couple of years, I just couldn't do it any longer, and I had to leave the duo. It was, of course, the best possible decision for me. Though it was recorded a few years earlier, our live recording, "TWO FOR THE ROAD" became the document of what we had been working on together. It is often hard for me to imagine just how much that recording has meant to so many people. No matter what, I am very appreciative of that fact alone.
Sadly, in the past few decades, Larry and I hardly saw one another at all, but, it wasn't that long ago that we exchanged a few wonderful phone calls and e-mails, and realized just how much warmth and mutual respect still existed. I will always remain grateful to Larry for having come along with a particular vision of just what the guitar could do and be in a Jazz context, and never lose its connections to Rock, Blues, Country, Folk, Classical, and other eclectic influences. It was the moment for Jazz to embrace anything and everything. Rest in peace Larry, you were a true pioneer, and younger players and fans should never forget that!!!
Marc Myers has written a wonderful remembrance of Larry at his JazzWax blog, which features priceless recollections from both Gary Burton and Randy Brecker. I was honored to have been asked by Marc to offer my thoughts and feelings as well.
It seems as though it was just yesterday that I was boarding a New Jersey transit bus to take me out to Teaneck, New Jersey where I was headed to the home of the great photographer, Chuck Stewart to view and purchase some photos that he had taken of a session that I was on in the mid-'70s. As we had spoke by phone prior to my visit he had already gone through his files to locate those sessions shots. But, while he was going in the other room to find the envelope, I had a moment to gaze around the living room and see just some of the photo prints that represented only the smallest portion of his brilliant output. To me, each photo of iconic Jazz artists was truly a work of art, simply beautiful in every detail. I can assure that IF I had been a millionaire I would have purchased at least 20 photos just to have at home, even if there would have not have been the proper space to have framed them and put them on display. They were all worthy of a permanent museum exhibition. I will always remember Chuck for his exceptional humility and his great kindness to me on that afternoon as well as any number of sessions where I happened to see him over the years.
How is it possible that one man could have had such a keen eye for capturing just the right moment? Chuck's photographs, especially for the recording sessions and covers of so many ¡mpulse! and Verve albums, helped to form a visual impression of most of our favorite Jazz legends. I only have to see one of his classic photos of Eric Dolphy to be reminded of Chuck's unique talents and his eye for the fleeting instant. You could easily choose any one of 100s of his photos of John Coltrane that became so much more than just a photo to so many of us. That it was someone like Chuck who was present to quietly and unobtrusively document these sessions was no accident. He was, without question, the right man, with the proper eye, and the great talent to do this work. All Jazz fans owe him a great debt of gratitude. I am only but one amongst them.
The great Chuck Stewart passed away this past January 20th, 2017, just a few months before what would have been his 90th birthday. I only wanted to mark his passing by expressing my condolences to his family, and to say how very much I admired his great artistry. In capturing images of our music, he was a legend in his own special way. He is going to be missed and just like Blue Note's Francis Wolff, we will not see such artistic photos of Jazz artists ever again. Rest in peace Chuck, you were admired and appreciated by all of us.
During the tumultuous aftermath of the election of November 8th, 2016, I learned, and way too late, that the great bassist, Bob Cranshaw had actually passed away on November 2nd! I will never forget how, when I was a very young, impressionable, and scared guitarist just arrived in New York from Los Angeles, California in 1970, one of the first players, who were Jazz heroes to me, that I had the honor and privilege to sit next to during a recording was Bob Cranshaw. I will never forget how warm and welcoming he was to me - not to mention how helpful he was to me on that day, and many others that were to follow. I remember that it was so strange for me to see him playing a Fender bass, and not the acoustic bass that I had always associated him with from the countless Jazz albums that I owned that he was on. In truth, he was one of the only Jazz bassists to have converted successfully to the electric bass. Great players like Ron Carter, for example, never really felt comfortable making this transition.
Please allow me to list some of the albums that I have where Bob Cranshaw is the bassist that have meant a lot to me: "HAPPENINGS"(Bobby Hutcherson); "IDLE MOMENTS"(Grant Green); "INNER URGE"(Joe Henderson); "THE CAPE VERDEAN BLUES"(Horace Silver); "SKY SHADOWS"(Eric Kloss); "I'M TRYIN' TO GET HOME"(Donald Byrd); "MOVIN' WES" and "BUMPIN'"(Wes Montgomery); "THE BRIDGE"(Sonny Rollins); "INTRODUCING DUKE PEARSON'S BIG BAND"(Duke Pearson); "THE SIDEWINDER"(Lee Morgan); "EVOLUTION"(Grachan Moncur III); "JOYRIDE"(Stanley Turrentine); "A CADDY FOR DADDY"(Hank Mobley); "LIVE AT NEWPORT"(McCoy Tyner); "MONEY IN THE POCKET"(Joe Zawinul); "LITTLE JOHNNY C"(Johnny Coles); and "HOOCHIE COOCHIE MAN"(Jimmy Smith). This is only a small, small list of albums that meant something to me, the real list of Bob's credits goes on forever!
For all of these album credits, you would not believe how many times, on covers of various Blue Note albums, Bob was incorrectly listed as: "BOB CRENSHAW"!!! Imagine that!!! Even some of the classic albums that I mentioned above! I honestly don't know if I ever even noticed these horrifying errors until recently. It is amazing that these things could have happened!
I would also want to offer this great recent "INTERVIEW" with Bob, conducted by Ethan Iverson. It is a wonderful read and offers some great insights into his life, his perspectives on music and people, and the incredible sense of humility that he possessed. Though it has been many, many years since Bob and I worked or recorded together, it feels as though it wasn't so long ago that I used see him at our local musician's union all the time, and I always loved seeing him and stopping to speak with him whenever possible. I feel so fortunate that I was able to know and work with Bob Cranshaw, one of the real understated greats of the acoustic bass in Jazz. Rest in Peace dear Bob!!!
What a time this has suddenly been for losing some of our great artists! During the late evening hours on Monday, August 29th, 2016, the exceptionally talented actor/writer/director, Gene Wilder had now been taken from us! How could one choose from his films and select a few as "the best"? I don't know, but, for me, there are three films that I will always remember, and periodically watch on DVD. Those three films are: "YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN"(1974); "SHERLOCK HOLMES' SMARTER BROTHER"(1975); and "THE WORLD'S GREATEST LOVER"(1977).
From these films alone, it's impossible to forget scenes and lines with other brilliant actors/comedians such as: Marty Feldman; Madeline Kahn; Dom DeLuise; Leo McKern; Ronnie Graham; Fritz Feld and Carol Kane just to name a few. Somehow to try to recount the classic lines, out of context, would not seem to do them justice. Though I might have read it somewhere before, I had forgotten that Gene was born in Milwaukee, and in "THE WORLD'S GREATEST LOVER" his character, Rudy Hickman, is a rather neurotic baker from, of all places, Milwaukee. And, at one point, as the story unfolds, he screams: "I'm going crazy in Milwaukee!" Not long thereafter, he gets fired from his job!!!
Mel Brooks said of him: "One of the truly great talents of our time. He blessed every film we did with his magic & he blessed me with his friendship." And so, from me, a most humble fan: Rest in peace Gene - how many times you made us all ache with laughter, and smile warmly!!!
Then, suddenly on Thursday, August 25th, 2016, another giant in the world of Jazz and the recording of this incredible music, the very brilliant engineer, Rudy Van Gelder has also passed away. How is it possible that one man could actually create individual audio perspectives for so many different Jazz labels? Think about this, and think about it carefully! There was, and without questions, the fantastic sound of Blue Note Records. Then there was the sound of Impulse! Records, Verve Records; A&M Records; CTI Records; and earlier labels like Prestige Records. To my ears, Rudy Van Gelder never had a sound template, and then just applied that "sound" to everything that he did, each label had its own distinctive sound. To me, this is all miraculous.
It seems like players of my generation all grew-up seeing the incredibly artistic black & white photography of Francis Wolff for Blue Note or Chuck Stewart for Impulse! It seems as though all of those musical moments, captured by these photographs, just makes time stand still. And, for the most part, all of these photos were taken in the converted barn in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey that was Van Gelder Studios. I would find it hard to believe that there could a single musician who was lucky enough to walk through that door and into that room didn't feel something special, something bordering on a highly spiritual experience. It was as if a world that was in color could suddenly turn into black & white, and you could feel the ghosts of sounds past floating around that room and bouncing off the walls, the large square tiles of the terra cotta floor, and those high wooden ceilings. It probably compares to entering an ancient European cathedral, or something like that. It was that powerful.
The first time I entered the studio was in late 1970, when I went out there with vibist David Friedman, only to function as his 'roadie' for the Hubert Laws CTI album, "AFRO-CLASSIC." I just took it all in, sitting very quietly, feeling the room, watching the great musicians, and Rudy and Creed Taylor too. I had heard all the stories about musicians who had unwittingly moved a microphone ever so slight, and had Rudy throw an ashtray at them for doing so! It was an incredible experience, and I certainly dreamed of one day walking into that room again, but because I would have been called as a guitarist to play on a session there. It was probably another 5-6 years before that actually happened, but, having been there before, it was far less intimidating to appear, and be prepared to play music. In those days, CTI would send Babe's Cabs to come pick me up in Manhattan, and transport me to New Jersey. I was always early, and so, often I was in the room completely alone - just me and all those ghosts floating around. The sounds of 'Trane; Hancock; Tyner; Shorter; Hubbard; Lee Morgan; Joe Henderson; Wes Montgomery; Jimmy Smith; Horace Silver; Bill Evans; Kenny Burrell; Cal Tjader; Bobby Hutcherson; Elvin; Tony Williams; and countless others. Of course, by the time that I was actually recording at Van Gelder's the truly great, great years were long behind us all. It was not the same, especially because Rudy had added iso-booths to gain more separation, and to combat the leakage that, in another time, was an integral part of the group sounds that he was helping to capture.
It's hard to write a piece like this about Rudy Van Gelder without mentioning the relationship that he had with Bob Thiele, and all the great Impulse! artists. While trolling the web for images, I found a wonderful Chuck Stewart photo that shows, from left to right, McCoy Tyner, Archie Shepp, John Coltrane and Bob Thiele. What a gathering for a "A LOVE SUPREME" session, one that never ended-up on the album that we all know. It's fascinating, even though many of us never realized it, on all of these great, great recordings that Rudy made, the drums were always panned hard right, and on a quartet recording, like the great Coltrane quartet, Trane's saxophone was always hard left. And yet, as listeners, we were so riveted by the content and the passion of the music that these details escaped us all.
Though the next photo is from the Blue Note years, I stumbled upon a very moody shot of Stanley Turrentine and The Three Sounds recording in 1960. The photo, while capturing the mood and spirit of that moment, also captures the immense feeling of the size Rudy Van Gelder's very special room. Look at those high ceilings. All of this, from the tile floors, to the brick walls, to the wooden ceilings, each element contributed to that very special sound and feeling. We may never see and hear rooms like this again.
For all the hours and hours and hours of joy countless Jazz fans have been treated to by the recordings engineered by Rudy Van Gelder, there is no "Thank you Rudy!" that could ever seem like a sufficient expression of gratitude for everything that he has contributed to our music. When one is young and collecting LPs, you just see these names on the album jackets and might even dare to think that you "know" these people after awhile, but no, we don't!!! We know nothing about them. When I was finally in the presence of Rudy Van Gelder, Creed Taylor or Bob Thiele, I often used to wonder to myself before, during and after any session something like this: "How is it possible that the cosmos selected these three men to be present to hear some of the greatest, most profound music ever played and recorded? HOW is that possible?!?!?!" I still have no answer for that. But, there they were!!! For everything you've given us Rudy, thank you so much, and thank you for your kindness to me. Rest in peace always!!!
What a time this has been, now, on Monday, August 22nd, 2016, we all learned that one of the most unique musicians ever to grace this planet, Toots Thielemans had passed away and left us. In another time, probably best known to many as the wonderful guitarist/composer and whistler on his most famous tune, "Bluesette," but as time passed the sound of his very emotional and touching harmonica playing reached so many people all across the globe. Toots was beloved and admired by every musician or person whose life he had touched. In the regard, I am no different. I would love to share two little stories from the times that I was privileged enough to have been in his presence.
I had been called to play on a Patrick Williams album with the sessions to take place at A&R Studios on W. 48th St. here in Manhattan. Assembled for the recording were stellar players such as: Dave Grusin; Tony Levin; Grady Tate; Lew Soloff; Marvin Stamm; Danny Stiles; Bill Watrous; Wayne Andre; Jerome Richardson; Gerry Niewood; Lou Marini; Ronnie Cuber; and, none other than, Toots Thielemans. Hearing Toots' sound coming through the headphones was such a pleasure. I remember how warmly he greeted everyone, and his kindness and humility were obvious from the beginning. The date(s) were to have taken place on July 13th-14th, 1977. How could I possibly remember that? Well, as the session was moving along, all of sudden, at around 8:37 P.M., ALL OF THE LIGHTS WENT OUT and THE POWER SHUT DOWN!!! At first, we all thought that Phil Ramone, a great practical joker in his own right, was trying to have some fun with all of us, because he was working next door in his own private room at A&R, R-1. But no!!! It wasn't Phil's doing at all. Little did we know that this was the great New York City Blackout of 1977. After all the mumbling and grumbling had died down, each one of us had to find a way to trudge back home. What an eerie sight it was to find one's way out of A&R and onto W. 48th St., only to see pitch blackness everywhere. In my case, I had to walk down to my then apartment, located at 21st St. and 7th Avenue. Not that bad of a walk. I remember, as I only lived on the 2nd Flr., feeling my way with my right hand down the hallway, trying to find my apartment door, and eventually, I did. The next day, the power was back for a good portion of Manhattan, and we assembled again to finish the recording. I remember seeing Grady Tate come in with a look on his face of complete and total exhaustion because, he lived on the 80th Flr. of his building on the East Side - a much, much longer trek!!! Can you imagine going up and down that many flights of stairs? Somehow, through all of this drama, Toots was fine, and in good humor as always!!!
Some years later, I was doing a stretch of subbing at "LATE NIGHT WITH DAVID LETTERMAN" and I remember being really excited after reading on a particular day that Toots Thielemans was going to be the guest artist. When he arrived and saw me, he came right over to me, gave me a big smile and a hug, and said to me, "I'm so glad to see you here, now I know that everything is going to be O.K.!" Imagine that! On that particular show, Toots had chosen to play Paul Simon's "I Do It For Your Love." Believe it or not, I hadn't heard the song before, but I will never forget being deeply moved by hearing Toots interpret this song. It was so beautifully done. Toots had a way getting right to the heart of any melody, the meaning behind the lyrics, everything - he could make you feel everything. How very moving is his moment during Pat Metheny's gorgeous ballad, "Always & Forever"? Surely, Toots was a genius.
It's hard to pick out any one piece of work as a favorite of mine that featured Toots, but, if ever an artist was born to interpret a particular genre of music, surely Toots Thielemans was made for playing Brazilian music. He made two wonderful volumes of albums that were titled: "THE BRASIL PROJECT" and you can't go wrong with owning both of them - hours and hours of beautiful listening await you. When you put together Toots with the music of composers like: Ivan Lins; Milton Nascimento; Edu Lobo; João Bosco; Caetano Veloso; and Dori Caymmi, these combinations are pure delight.
To this great musician and beautiful human being, I can only say....Rest in peace Toots!!! I feel so very fortunate to have known you, and to have played with you a few times. You brought so much joy to so many people whose lives you touched in a most profound way!!!
On that very same Tuesday, August 16th, 2016, I learned of the passing of one of our great television moderators for Sunday morning political discussions, the incomparable John McLaughlin! How much his program, "THE McLAUGHLIN GROUP," which debuted in 1982, had become a part of the Sunday morning routine for so many people - fans of politics or not. I suppose that when I began to watch with greater regularity, the panelists often included some combination of: Pat Buchanon; Morton Kondracke; Jack Germond; Fred Barnes; and Eleanor Clift. More recently, panelists like Clarence Page; Mort Zuckerman and Katty Kay added greatly to the festivities. To be a liberal on that panel was never the easiest thing to do.
There are many who would argue that it was not until "SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE" and Dana Carvey did their incredible and hilarious send-up of the program that the real program achieved a kind of never before imagined popularity. But who could forget John's booming voice and imposing glare when he would begin a program by saying: "Issue One"!!! Or how can one forget his leading questions beginning with: "On a sliding scale of 1 to 10 - with 10 representing metaphysical certitude......" and, as each paneled opined on the topic, he would bellow at their answer, "WRONG!!!" And then offer his own "correct" answer. A segment that was always hysterical in countless ways.
I don't know that we will ever again see and hear anything quite like this program. It was truly one-of-a-kind, and I, for one, am going to miss it very, very much. Rest in peace John!!! You were stupendous!!!
On Tuesday morning, August 16th, 2016, I learned the sad news of the passing of the great Bobby Hutcherson, vibraphonist and composer extraordinaire! It becomes hard to put into words the impact that his playing and his compositions had on my musical life, and my outlook on life in the United States in general. His Blue Note albums alone during the '60s helped to form the soundtrack of what my life was to be. Amongst those classic albums, "HAPPENINGS"('66) remains as my favorite. But, right next to it would have to be: "COMPONENTS"('65); "DIALOGUE"('65); "STICK-UP"('66) and "TOTAL ECLIPSE"('68). How I studied, transcribed, and learned from his tunes on those albums. It was an unforgettable time, and the sound of his vibes with the motor on was unmistakable - a signature.
And then, beyond his recorded work as a leader, his presence as a sideman helped to define the music on such wonderful albums as: Eric Dolphy's "OUT TO LUNCH"('64); Joe Henderson's "MODE FOR JOE"('66); Grant Green's "IDLE MOMENTS"('64) and "STREET OF DREAMS"('64); and McCoy Tyner's "TIME FOR TYNER"('67). But, for me, the album that helped to change my life so much was Archie Shepp's "NEW THING AT NEWPORT"(Impulse!)('65)!!!
Because "NEW THING AT NEWPORT" was a shared release with John Coltrane, and featured his quartet's legendary performance of "One Down, One Up," Archie Shepp's Quartet, which that day featured: Bobby Hutcherson; Barre Phillips(Ac. Bass) and Joe Chambers(Drums) offered performances that, each in its own way, demonstrated a different kind of power in music. It was, for its time, in fact, for all times, a music that signaled everything that was to come in the latter part of the decade! And make no mistake about it, Hutcherson's sound, feeling, and creativity helped to give so much shape, mood and atmosphere to what Shepp might have intended. But, it was Shepp's Jazz poem, "Scag" which left me stunned and speechless. Thank goodness for Nat Hentoff's fantastic liner notes, which included parts of his conversation with Archie Shepp. About this tune, Shepp said: "Scag is a colloquialism for heroin. As you can hear Shepp say, "Where tracks is, the money ain't." The tracks are both needle tracks and also those railroad tracks that have so long been the dividing line in town after town, city after city, between black and white. "The divisions," said Shepp, "of class and of economics are, after all, so much a part of addiction. Heroin is not in itself the fundamental problem; it is a horrifying symptom of what's really wrong with the society, of the forces that can kill a man, literally or figuratively, at nineteen." Imagine being a part of such an expression through music, and Bobby Hutcherson provides a cinematic backdrop for Shepp's powerful voice and words. I don't know why, but, to this day, I can still recite this poem word for word. The live photo was taken by the brilliant Chuck Stewart.
Bobby Hutcherson, his music and everything that he brought to it helped to teach me that great music, great art in any form or genre, is often a reflection of the time in which it is, or was being created. In the end, you simply cannot disconnect the great, great music of this period, the '60s, from everything that was being felt in Black America. And now, in the present election cycle, there are many who would draw direct parallels to the '60s - and it is almost as if to say, we have made little or no progress at all in bridging this eternal chasm. I, for one, at the very least, hope that we have fulfilled some portion of our promise as human beings.
For each person who says that they are a "Jazz fan" - what Jazz sounds like becomes purely subjective, and there is no one description that can satisfy everyone. It was not so long ago that I was fishing around at YouTube, and I stumbled upon a live video from the 2002 Vienne Jazz Festival in France with McCoy Tyner's Quartet performing "African Village." For me the sound, the feeling, the fire, the passion in this performance represents everything that I would like to believe that Jazz is. And listening to McCoy and Bobby together transports you to another place, another time, and yet, it sounds like right NOW, as only they can do.
On the very personal side of things, the first tune I ever recorded of Bobby Hutcherson's was "Bouquet," which appeared on the aforementioned "HAPPENINGS" album, and I recorded it in 1975 on an acoustic duet album with Larry Coryell. Fast forward to 2016, and just a couple of months ago, I recorded 3 songs that appeared on Hutcherson CDs. The incredible coincidence of all of this is not lost on me! Rest in peace Bobby! I thank you for everything that you helped to bring to my musical and personal life.
Late Saturday night, June 18th, 2016, I learned that José M. Lugo, the great pianist/arranger/producer, had passed away after just 56 years and so much more to give. He had actually passed on Sunday, June 12th. During the past couple of decades, I was privileged to have become his friend, and will always remember his kindness to me.
Since I recorded "BORROWED TIME" in 2007, and my own adventures in Latin music became far more serious, when I would complete a new album, José Lugo was always one of the first people with whom I would share the music. Lucky for me, he always offered encouragement for my efforts and his comments helped to inform my plans for a new recording, if I was fortunate enough to make another one. And, "PARTING SHOT" and "SUBTEXT" followed, and he was among the first to hear them too. In the end, in addition to his friendship, he was a great teacher for me, and a source of enthusiasm and energy for the many musical things that we held in common, including our love for the playing and the music of Clare Fischer. One of his arrangement for the great Gilberto Santa Rosa that will always remain a favorite of mine was "Amandote" from Santa Rosa's 1996 "ESENCIA" CD.
José was not without his own musical dreams and fantasies, and early on in our friendship, he asked me most humbly if I could help him to get in touch with arranger Jeremy Lubbock to see if Jeremy would be willing to write a string arrangement for a forthcoming Santa Rosa album. I was fortunate enough to have had a good mutual friend, and that friend helped me to get José and Jeremy connected, and one of the collaborations of this nature was the very gorgeous ballad,
"A la distancia de un te quiero" from Gilberto's 1999 "EXPRESIÓN" CD. José was as happy as a little kid when this dream of his had been realized. And, needless to say, hearing his joy over this small gesture on my part, made me feel so great!
When Michael Brecker passed away in 2007, José contacted me to ask if I thought that it would O.K. if he composed and recorded a homenaje for Mike. Of course, I told him to, by all means, go and do it! The beautiful result, "M.B." appears on his "GUASÁBARA" CD from 2008. When he had finished recording the piece, he asked me to please send it along to Randy Brecker, which I did, and Randy loved it, and was very touched by this grand gesture from a great musician from afar.
Another element that I loved about José's arranging concepts was that he often found a way to use the guitar, both electric and acoustic, within the context of Salsa. Too often, in my opinion, the guitar doesn't seem to fit in well with the other more traditional instruments. The role of the guitar was almost always filled beautifully by the great Jorge Laboy, whom I respect and admire very much.
This photo that you see above was taken of us at a studio here in New York during 2004, when he was here doing some overdubs for a project. It was a treasured memory then, and becomes even more so now!!! Rest in peace dear José, you will always be remembered as one of the giants in Latin music, and well beyond. Your humble friend and student, Estifi
Late Tuesday night, September 22nd, 2015, Yogi Berra passed away after 90 incredible years on this planet. I didn't learn of his passing until I awakened early Wednesday morning, and I began to reflect on what Yogi meant to me, though I can't even recall if, in passing, I ever actually met him or shook his hand. As I grew-up in Los Angeles, California, my only connection to the New Yankees was that my mother was a huge fan of theirs. But, like many people, outside of New York, I grew-up hating the Yankees. Why? Because it just seemed like they always won!!! Always!!! However, in spite of that, there was always something incredibly endearing about the presence of, the persona that was Yogi Berra. After all, how people, how many athletes end-up having a popular cartoon character, Yogi Bear, named after them?
It wasn't until I moved to New York in 1970 that I began to get a sense of just what Yogi Berra had meant to the people of this city, and way beyond that, to the people of the United States. Yogi Berra was really, in his way, a folk hero. Just take a moment and read his Wikipedia page. What an amazing life he led, and speaking of his life outside of baseball, and the Yankees. You could easily feel how beloved he was whenever he would show-up at Yankee Stadium for an Old Timers Day. I don't think anyone received the kind of welcome that Yogi did. It spoke volumes about the man and his relationship to these fans, and baseball fans everywhere. I admired him even more for cutting-off his relationship for a time with the Yankees because of how he felt that he had been wronged by George Steinbrenner.
How could I leave this tribute without listing a few of Yogi's famous quotes? Whether they are true or not, or exaggerations, they are so engrained in the memories of baseball fans, and New Yorkers everywhere, it's impossible not to love this guy!!! "I never said most of the things I said." - "You can observe a lot by watching." - "Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded." - "A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore." - "Baseball is 90% mental and the other half is physical." And, of course, "It ain't over till it's over." - "It's déjà vu all over again." Hard to argue with this kind of lovable wisdom.
In many ways, I admire him most for his enduring marriage to his beloved wife Carmen, which spanned over 6 decades. I also loved the guy for his friendship and loyalty to Phil Rizzuto. One can't help but appreciate these kinds of character traits. And so, on this sad day, I would just conclude by saying, rest in peace Lawrence "Yogi" Berra, and thank you so much for all the wonderful and enduring memories. You will always remain someone most dear in the hearts of all New Yorkers and beyond.
On Thursday, June 11th, 2015, I was greatly saddened to learn of the passing of one of the most visionary musicians in our music, saxophonist/composer Ornette Coleman. I suppose that I first heard Ornette's music during the mid-'60s while attending U.C.L.A. in Los Angeles, and I remember being immediately struck by just how very different that music was than anything else that I had ever heard before. Quickly, LPs such as: "THE SHAPE OF JAZZ TO COME"(1959) w/ Billy Higgins(drums); "CHANGE OF THE CENTURY"(1960) w/ Billy Higgins(drums); "THIS IS OUR MUSIC"(1961) w/ Ed Blackwell(drums); and "ORNETTE!"(1962) w/ Scott LaFaro(bass) & Ed Blackwell(drums) became fixtures on my turntable. I remember not feeling as though I understood what was going on, but I felt connected to much of it, because I found that after a few listenings, I could actually sing many of the melodies. That was such a positive sign for me. During those years, I tried to keep-up with all of his releases on Atlantic Records, but went back to explore his earlier recordings for Contemporary Records as well.
As the years went by, and my own musical travels increased, I remember buying and reading his biography "A HARMOLODIC LIFE"(1992) by John Litweiler. I was especially affected by the horrific racism that Ornette encountered in his early life growing-up in Texas, and the brutal treatment that he received at countless jam sessions in which he tried to participate. How sadly typical it is that, when someone is just different, or hears things differently, people's first reaction is to reject that person, or that person's music. I don't think that it is all that remarkable that, in the end, Ornette found players, kindred spirits, who all got it and they went on to make some of the most brilliant and unique group music that the genre had ever seen. Of course, I am speaking of the great quartet with Don Cherry; Charlie Haden; and Billy Higgins or Ed Blackwell. Who will ever forget the chemistry that existed within that group?
Sometimes it might be best to not have a clear picture of the music that you are about to play. The music of Ornette Coleman brings one to question many things that one had always accepted as being true for music making in a Jazz setting. For example, what is structure? Do we always need it? Are there ways to escape that musical prison? Does this have to be discussed? What about playing melodies in unison with great perfection? Does that really matter? What if each voice, though known, is expressed by the player to the best of his abilities at that moment and is never judged by common standards of excellence? Must there be fixed chord changes attached to any melody? Does an improvisation have to be constantly connected to an older sensibility about chord changes? Can there be flexible bar lines? In other words, can there be an elastic sense of where 'one' is? And the players would just adjust on the fly? Does it have to matter if the pitch of any one instrument is not perfectly in tune? Certainly there are standards for this, but can we bring them into question? The lesson, perhaps, is that maybe we all have to free ourselves a bit and break away from the norm - at least from time to time? This is, in part, the gift that I have taken away from Ornette and his music.
Over the years, Ornette's music has been interpreted by any number of great players. I always loved the Chick Corea-Dave Holland-Barry Altschul version of "Blues Connotation." Without question Pat Metheny is a great interpreter of this body of music. But you can also have an incredible version of "Ramblin'" by David Sanborn, one that is anchored by Marcus Miller and Steve Jordan. When our group Eyewitness was formed in 1981, "Blues Connotation" was one of the first tunes that we played together. Over the run of my own recordings as a leader, it has been my distinct pleasure to interpret some of the music of Ornette Coleman: "The Blessing"; "Turnaround"; "R.P.D.D."; "Congeniality"; "Mr. & Mrs. People"; "Chronology"; "Blues Connotation"; and "Bird Food."
I can only thank Ornette Coleman and all the various participants of his immense body of work for what they have left behind for all of us to enjoy and study for the rest of our days. Wishing Ornette and his family a most peaceful end to this spectacular journey through life.
On Sunday, March 8th, 2015, the New York community of musicians was shocked and saddened to learn of the passing of our dear trumpeter, Lew Soloff. I hope that those reading this will believe me when I try to explain just how beloved Lew was amongst his peers and colleagues. He was respected for his musicianship, his overall excellence, his spirit of musical adventurousness, and his personal warmth and sense of humor. I will always think of him with great love and affection, and recall the countless recording sessions that we did together. Seeing him alongside various brass configurations that would include the likes of: Alan Rubin, Randy Brecker, Jon Faddis, Marvin Stamm, Dave Taylor, Tom Malone, Dave Bargeron and Wayne Andre, one quickly learns that there is a most different kind of sense of humor that exists in the brass world than in the rhythm section world. Still, we all got along beautifully, and a great sense of warmth always existed. From the sublime, to the disturbing, to the downright awful, we were all there together, united in trying to do good work, even if the forces of evil were conspiring to make it a forgettable experience. In any such moment, it was great to look over and see Lew and the other guys, give someone a wink, or roll your eyes, and just keep trying. I will also remember spending many, many nights on the bandstand with Lew as part of both the David Matthews Big Band, and the wonderful and wild Gil Evans Orchestra. Lew was so important to Gil in holding everything together as the cast of musicians was constantly changing.
On the more personal side of things, early on I learned that if you wanted to know about restaurants, especially Italian cuisine, Lew was the man to consult. I remember during the '70s, having a first date with someone, and needing a nice place to go to, one that I could afford, and Lew recommended Il Ponte Vecchio, which was located in Greenwich Village on Thompson St. - of course, that restaurant has been gone for awhile now. But, I loved it so much, and over the years, went there countless times, always thought about Lew - and even bumped into him there a few times as well - and was always greeted with a smile and a big hug!!! As the years passed, sadly, I did not see Lew as much as before, and seeing him was always a reminder of just how much I missed that sense of community that once existed. Now, it only exists in our hearts, minds, and memories!!!
During my personal process of remembering Lew, I stumbled upon a wonderful INTERVIEW conducted by the great trombonist Mike Davis as part of his series of brass interviews, known as the Bone2Pick portion of his website. I found Lew's to be especially moving and informative. I was even stunned to learn that one of the most influential recorded performances in his life was hearing Louis Armstrong singing and playing my father's old, old song, "Shoe Shine Boy," which I always remembered as being written for the great Jimmie Lunceford. On the more emotional side of things, I was very touched to see and hear Lew get so choked-up when speaking about both Alan Rubin and Randy Brecker. These were both beautiful moments. It's a 2-hr. interview, but the rewards for listening are vast!!!
Rest in peace dear Lew, I am extending my deepest sympathies to his two daughters Laura and Lena.
This past week, I received a phone call from guitarist Bob Spickard to let me know that our longtime friend, and bandmate in The Chantays, Brian Carman had passed away on Sunday, March 1st, 2015. Yes, that familiar descending guitar slide with all that reverb on their classic hit "Pipeline" was, in fact, Brian playing it. Of course, let me be clear that it was Bob Welch and not me playing drums on that recording. I used drive down south to Newport Beach and the famous Rendezvous Ballroom to see The Chantays playing their music on countless nights during the early '60s when I was in high school in West Los Angeles. Though they were known for playing surfing music, they were much more than that. Of all things, they helped to guide me to blues guitar because of their interpretations of many of the great Freddie King instrumentals: "Hideaway"; "Sen-sa-shun"; "San-ho-zay" and "Heads Up" all became favorites of mine, and early challenges on the guitar when I switched from the drums.
As a young kid in his teenage years, I learned so much from being around Brian, who had a greater maturity than most of us, especially because, at that time, he was already married to his beloved Katie, and had a son, Brett. So, he understood responsibilities on a far deeper level than me - and that's for sure!!! We spent a lot of time together, especially because of all the car travel after I had been fortunate enough to have been chosen to join the band on drums - something that I was, in no way, musically ready for. But, it turned out to be one of the great experiences musically and personally for me, and I would not have missed it for the world. Some years ago, I was fortunate enough to have had one really long phone conversation with Brian, and we were able to catch-up on so many things. He was always a really good person, and I'm going to miss knowing that he was out there somewhere, and still playing the guitar. Rest in peace Brian, and thank you so much for all that you shared with me, and brought to my life.
On February 11th, 2015, we all lost one of our greatest journalists when CBS News longtime reporter, Bob Simon passed away. It's impossible to write a tribute to him that could be as heartfelt, elegant, and knowing as those that have been offered by his colleagues. After the news broke of the tragic and senseless car accident that took his life,, I watched so many of his co-workers at CBS News try to say the most wonderful things about him, and choked-up by emotion, most of these great professionals could barely make it through a few sentences. In many ways, that says everything that you need to know about the kind of respect and admiration Simon's persona and his body of work generated.
For me, I remember how much I used to look forward to any story on the news that was to be reported by Bob Simon, because I knew that I was getting a very special perspective on whatever that event happened to be. Long before he became part of the "60 MINUTES" family, he had already established himself as someone who represented everything that is good and wonderful about journalism, even broadcast journalism. How he continued to represent these lofty ideals, and survived and maintained such great dignity, when the delivery of our network news has been perverted and undermined by the odious concept of "news" as "entertainment": INFO-TAINMENT remains a testament to his strength of character! Those who remain part of this foolishness should look in the mirror, and think about Bob Simon, and then, just try, and try, and try to be better!!!
I, for one, am going to miss his reporting and storytelling a great deal. It was always something that I appreciated and came to treasure. For a man who valued "irony," it is remarkable that his last piece for "60 MINUTES" will have been produced by his daughter, Tanya Simon. Rest in peace Bob, for you have represented the best of the best that journalism can offer!!!
- I can't believe that, barely 24 hours later, I am sitting here again, and writing about the passing of yet another dear friend and colleague of so many years. Now, I just learned that the very brilliant engineer/producer, Phil Ramone is gone. When I arrived in New York in 1970, Phil was already a legend as an engineer, studio owner, and young producer. Everyone knew about A&R Studios, which Phil started with then partner Jack Arnold in 1959. As I familiarized myself with New York, and how it all worked, where the recording of music was concerned, I quickly learned that there was an A&R "799" on Seventh Avenue, and the smaller A&R "48th" located at 322 W. 48th St. Now, the studio is gone and this is the location of Local #802, our musician's union. The Seventh Avenue building was torn town and the Equitable Life skyscraper went up. Sometimes, when I walk by that block, I look up to where the 7th Flr. used to be and it is as if I can see and hear all those musical ghosts floating around. Because of the fame and stature Phil achieved as a producer, his brilliance as a recording engineer has been practically forgotten. Sometimes, I forget too, and then, while looking through some of my classic Jazz LPs collection, what will I see? Wes Montgomery's "MOVIN' WES"(Verve), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! "THE INDIVIDUALISM OF GIL EVANS"(Verve), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! John Coltrane, "OLÉ COLTRANE!"(Atlantic), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! Kenny Burrell & Jimmy Smith, "BLUE BASH"(Verve), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! Cal Tjader, "SOUL BIRD"(Verve), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! "PRESENTING: THAD JONES-MEL LEWIS JAZZ ORCHESTRA(Solid State), Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! Stan Getz & Luis Bonfa, "JAZZ SAMBA ENCORE!"(Verve) Engineer: Phil Ramone!!! I think that you get the picture.
During the '70s and '80s, somehow I drifted into Phil's inner circle of core musicians. Sometimes, one never really knows quite why, in one moment, you don't get called by certain producers, and then, for some reason, everything seems to change. Why? Are you doing something differently than before? Who's to say? I learned so much each time I worked with and for Phil. Firstly, the great difference in how he treated the musicians as partners in the creative process, how he respectfully depended upon us for ideas. He listened to us. And yet, he was fully capable of making all the big decisions. He was always exceptionally generous and kind with us. However, like all human beings, he had his flaws too. I never lost sight of how badly he sometimes treated his assistant engineers, some of them went on to become brilliant engineers on their own. I remember one time, he was having problems, as a producer, getting the kind of acoustic piano sound that he was looking for. The next thing I knew, he was shouting obscenities, and gently shoved the young engineer aside, and said something like: "NO!!! This is how you do it!!!" He took control of that beautiful old Neve console, adjusted a few knobs here and there, and bingo, there it was, the sound he had desired. It reminded all those present that, we were still in the company of a truly magnificent recording engineer. But, bless his heart, he could be a bully sometimes too!
He could also be amazingly funny, a practical joker, so much so that, I recall the great blackout in New York City during July 13-14, 1977. I was recording in Studio R-1 in A&R(48th St.) with arranger Pat Williams, and a Big Band featuring the most special, Toots Thielemans. Phil was working, I believe, with Paul Simon in the adjacent studio, R-2, his personal room. All of a sudden, on that hot summer night, all the lights went out, and every single musician in our room, almost in unison said: "Damn, that Phil Ramone just made a really expensive practical joke!!!" Then, out of the darkness, came a voice saying, "Boys, I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't ME!!!" That voice belonged to Phil, and he then added: "It's totally dark outside!!! The whole f%&king city is down!!!" We waited a little while to see if the power would return. No such luck. And so we all had to walk home in the dark. What a bizarre feeling it was to see our beloved city like that. The next day, I saw drummer Grady Tate, he told us how he had to walk-up some 60+ flights of stairs to get to his apartment that night!!!
One last story I'd love to share with you all about Phil's sense of humor revolves around a recording that we were doing for Karen Carpenter. It was obvious to all of us that something was very wrong with her health, because she was so painfully thin. Not much was known then about serious eating disorders. As it turned out, she had a great sense of humor, and had no problem poking fun at her squeaky clean image. So, one night, it was her birthday, and Phil wanted to surprise her with a birthday cake!!! So, what did he do? At the perfect moment, the band played "Happy Birthday!" for Karen, and out came Phil's production assistant with a huge box. We all gathered 'round, the cover came up, and there was a penis-shaped cake!!! After the hysterical laughter died down, Karen said to us all: "Gee, thanks Phil, this is the closest I've ever been to one of those things!!!" At that moment, everyone practically fell on the floor. In all my years, I don't remember a moment in any studio quite like that one!!! That was Phil's incredible sense of humor!!!
NOTE: I have since been reminded that, Karen was but an onlooker, and the birthday cake was actually for drummer, Liberty DeVitto!!! However, Karen's quote was and is completely accurate!!!
I can honestly say that, when the phone rang, and it was Phil's production assistant, I was always thrilled to know that I'd be working with him again. One thing that you knew for certain, the artist's voice that would be coming through the headphones would be a special one, and you would be surrounded by brilliant players. But, there is always a prescribed lifespan to these working relationships, and when one is useful to a producer, the phone rings. When something happens, and you are replaced by another player, the phone never rings again. It is then that you realize what was going on, and what was always inevitable. But, when you are cast aside like that, it feels like you have become an old brown shoe, to be thrown away, and quickly forgotten. A great warmth may exist, and forever, with that producer, but this is the reality one must be prepared for, and, at times, it's a hard one, a brutal one to accept. Phil remains for me a fantastic producer, and one who always finds the right vision for a song, for an album of songs, and for that artist. I learned so much from him, and I appreciated that, even past our years of working together, he always greeted me with tremendous warmth and affection, remembering all the great moments together. Rest in peace Phil, you are and were one of the giants of the recording industry!!!
Oh, I almost forgot. Hugh McCracken, with a touch of irony and sarcasm would, on occasion, refer to Phil Ramone as: "Phil RAM - ONE!!!" How 'bout that?!?!?!
- I was so stunned and saddened to learn that, this morning, March 29th, 2013, my dear friend, the great, great guitarist, Hugh McCracken had passed away. This was, to me, completely unexpected, especially because Hugh and I had just shared a long telephone conversation recently, and we seemed to have gotten caught-up on all of life's various events. We spoke of so many things, music being the least of them, and never once did he even mention that he had battled with Leukemia, and that he had been in remission. But, generally speaking, men are like that, we don't tend to talk about such things, especially when they concern our own frailty or mortality. I have so many, many cherished memories of Hugh, as I was fortunate enough to have worked beside him on countless occasions. But, beyond a couple of stories that I'll recount, I want you all to know how very much I loved and respected Hughie as a great artist on the guitar, and by "guitar" I do mean in all of its various shapes, sizes, and sounds. He played them all, and played them beautifully. Perhaps, he was not the kind of guitarist who would easily impress someone looking for flash over substance, but his touch on the instrument was superb, not to mention his great time feel, and his sense of soul and good taste was always equal to that touch. The beautiful sound that he produced constantly, consistently was a product of that same touch!
It would be doing Hugh McCracken a disservice to list a few of the great artists whose albums he graced with his presence, for there were 100s of them. You almost can't mention a great singer or instrumentalist that he did not record with. And many of those same artists would never have entered the studio without Hughie being by their side, musically speaking. Of course, it would be hard to define his artistry by selecting just one track, but, I often feel that his essence could be summed-up by his playing on "Hey Nineteen" by Steely Dan. Ironically, I was there when the foundation of this track was created, and I am not at all ashamed to say that, in the end, what I had played got erased, and was replaced by what you now hear. Sometimes, one can bemoan such things, and harbor bad feelings, but, when I heard the finished product, even if I had played something vaguely similar, what Hughie played was perfect, and perfect in every possible aspect of music-making. And, above all, he was just doing what was right for the song, any given song!!! He often worked painfully slow-ly, but who can argue with such results? In the end, I'm honored that I was erased, and that Hughie is there!!! It's strange that I could not locate a great photo of Hugh with his trusty white Fender Stratocaster, but I've done my best to provide some photos that mean something to me.
One of the great traditions of visiting the home of Hugh & Holly McCracken was that, no sooner had the door opened, there he was snapping a Polaroid of you before you could even say "Hi!" or give them a hug!!! As I was trying to reshape my life in the mid-'70s, I decided to adopt Hugh's Polaroid obsession, and bought one for my apartment, and began to do the same thing by documenting all the visitors, people that I cared about and loved. Lucky for me, I still have some of them, including the first photo shared here of Hugh. How very much I am treasuring this photo on this very sad day. The second photo portrait that you see of Hugh appeared within the "WHITE ELEPHANT" album from 1972, and, at that point in time, I don't believe that I had met Hugh. It's a great shot of Hugh's face with his familiar beard, as taken by Lee Marshall. I think that I'll always remember Hugh this way, with that wise and thoughtful look.
To know that I won't see Hugh again is hard to accept. He was fiercely loyal to those whom he cared about most. He supported all his musical friends by turning-up at their gigs and shows. He was a man of very few words, but, one learned to pay attention to what he had to say. How I will miss his traditional birthday song, sung and beautifully played [à la Chet Atkins] to me, usually on my answering machine, each year, right on time!!! Well, maybe a few days late sometimes! He had a great and very dry sense of humor, and he was beloved by all his good friends, and all those who had the privilege of working with him. I'm going to always remember Will Lee calling him "Human Cracker"!!! As Hugh had been a father long before me, I often went to him for advice about any and all fatherly problems I might have been confused about. I will never forget his willingness to listen to me, and to dispense nuggets of sage advice, as he could.
Hugh McCracken was really a New York treasure! Yes, one of countless great artists who live and work here, but one who distinguished himself in most special ways. He represents a part of the fabric of this great city, what makes it such an incredible place. I am going to miss him greatly, but those of you who will only think about the music he left behind, always remember that you are listening to a great artist at work. Pay careful attention, because it is often easy to miss what is subtle enough to go by unnoticed by most!!! I love you Hughie, rest in peace!!!
- Sadly, I knew that this day was coming, but I really did not want to face the fact that, one day, Clare Fischer would be gone. On January 26th, 2012, that day arrived, and at 83 years of age, Clare had left us. How can I begin to describe just how much his music and his playing have meant to me? Going back to the '60s, I believe that I first learned of his name when, in 1965, I bought "CHILE CON SOUL" by the then, Jazz Crusaders, which included two of his tunes: "Dulzura" and "Ontem a Noite," and he was responsible for all the arrangements. That might have been one of my first Latin Jazz purchases. The following year, I bought Cal Tjader's "SOUL BURST," which included Clare's classic tune, "Morning." Those two LPs served to influence my musical life in ways that continue to this day. It was not long after that that I discovered that Clare had also composed another Jazz standard, "Pensativa."
However, it was somewhere around 1990-91, a particularly dark time in my life, and on one really late night, I happened to be getting a good signal from WBGO-FM in Newark, NJ - which, in Manhattan, on a lower floor in an apartment building, is not often easy to do - and I heard this beautiful electric keyboard, and these incredible harmonies, and I couldn't stop listening. I knew that it would be a miracle if I happened to catch the DJ announcing the name of the song, the artist and the album - so I stayed up, and waited, and waited to learn that I had been listening to Clare Fischer's latest recording: "LEMBRANÇAS"(Concord Picante), and that song was titled, "Endlessly." As it turned out, the song had been written by Michael Asher, and not Clare. When I bought the CD, Clare's tribute to Charlie Palmieri, "C.P." came on, and when it arrived at the passage that appears between :21-1:00, I was just mesmerized. I kept going back to :21 and playing those two sections over and over, and over again. I couldn't stop listening to it. It was one of the most beautiful passages that I had ever heard in my life, I still feel that way.
After a few days had passed, as I had learned from my father when he said: "If someone does something that you like, tell them, just tell them!" And so, I sat down, and I wrote a fan letter of appreciation to Clare Fischer. It was not too long after that that Clare actually phoned me to tell me how much my letter had meant to him. I recall him telling me that he had been through a dark time too, and that his spirits had been so uplifted by what I had written. It's hard to describe how much his phone call meant to me. It seemed like we spoke for hours about life and music, and I'll never forget it. From that moment to the present, we have been friends in our way, and I have valued that friendship as much as any that I've known in my life.
Over the years at the website, I have tried to present some of Clare's solos at KHAN'S KORNER 1, which now include: "Once Again" and "Gaviota" - both recorded with Poncho Sánchez - where Clare uses the tremolo effect with wondrous results. And, more recently, "Where is Love?" I would urge anyone who becomes fascinated by the body of work of the great Clare Fischer to take a listen, and then begin to expand your horizons, and investigate his own recordings, for there are many of them. I'm so grateful that I lived at a time when I could experience the music and the harmonies of Clare Fischer! Thank you Clare!!! Love, Steve
- Today, June 8th, 2011, I was given the very sad news that my dear friend and musical colleague, trumpeter Alan Rubin had passed away. I have so many wonderful memories of working with him on countless recordings during the '70s and '80s. Many have described him as a lovable prick, but he was always wonderful to me. I guess if he liked you, you never had to worry about just how cruel, sarcastic, and cynical he could be. If you were on his good side, he was about as funny, witty, and amusing as anyone could imagine. Watching him sit together with the other great brass players like: Randy Brecker, Jon Faddis, Lew Soloff, Marvin Stamm, Dave Taylor, Tom Malone, Dave Bargeron and Wayne Andre, Alan was always able to phrase beautifully with everyone, and create a blend that was a joy to hear.
I don't recall how it developed, but Alan and I always used to discuss with such great reverence the latest Freddie Hubbard release, and it wasn't long before we were playing certain heads together, and laughing about how fantastic they were. We both loved Freddie's intricate chromaticism. I guess this reached the ultimate level of absurdity when, each time I would walk into a studio, Alan would begin to play the head to "Baraka Sasa" - which was one of our Freddie faves! He could also play, and verbatim, incredibly difficult Freddie solo passages, and, upon hearing them, I would also say to him: "Man, if you can do that, why don't you ever play solos?" And he would just shrug his shoulders and give me a look that said: "Forget it!"
For better or worse, as he was in the "House Band" for years, every so often, when I was added to play with a particular performer, I would see Alan at "SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE." Because of the tedium and the utter boredom of doing TV work, which basically means, sitting around and waiting ALL day to do something, anything, Alan's wicked sense of humor was always on full display. I can't even go into some of the stories because they're just too much, and too vulgar for print. I loved the guy, and always had tremendous respect for his great musicianship and his beautiful sound!!! He was truly a one-of-a-kind character. In recent years, I have missed those times with him very much. Farewell Alan!!!
- This morning, I was deeply saddened to learn of the passing of my dear friend, Jacques Braunstein in Caracas, Venezuela. Since 1999, when I first arrived there, Jacques was amongst the people who rose to greet me with an open and generous heart. He remained just like that for all the years that passed since.
I can not begin to recount all the wonderful afternoons and evenings spent at his home talking about Jazz, the music he devoted his entire life to. Promoting our music via his famous radio program "El Idioma del Jazz" which could be heard on Radio Nacional, la Emisora Cultural de Caracas and Jazz 95.5 he was truly a crusader for all that is Jazz, past and present. Of course, for those who never heard one of his programs, you only have to know that he concluded each one with his signature phrase: "Paz y Jazz" - "Peace and Jazz" - which sounds so much better in Spanish.
How well I remember having to fumble through my first live interview with Jacques, I felt so ashamed of my non-existent Spanish then, and, had I not had Caridad Canelón by my side, it would have been a complete and total disaster. Fortunately, as the years passed, my Spanish improved to the point where I could offer reasonable answers to his questions. I always asked him to write out the questions first for me, so that I could SEE them. Reading the questions gave me a fighting chance of inventing an answer in Spanish - usually with his help. Mostly, he allowed me to present music that I felt that everyone should hear, and I am not speaking of my own recordings.
When I finally had the opportunity to play my own music live in Caracas at the Juan Sebastián Bar with Roberto Koch and Andrés Briceño, it was Jacques who was there to welcome me to the stage. Those were wonderful nights back then, and I will never, never, ever forget his kindness to me! Never!
My deepest sympathies go out to his beloved wife, Odalys, whom I also came to adore, and loved seeing them together. They were an adorable couple. Rest in peace dear Jacques, you are going to be greatly missed for the kind of human being that you were. But, also for the great crusader that you were for our music. Know how much you were appreciated by those of us who try our best to play. Jacques, you were a great gentleman and wonderful human being, and I'm going to miss you very much! - Steve
- Ahora, mi homenaje ha sido traducido por mi querido amigo, el ingeniero industrial y periodista de Jazz, Felipe Díaz, de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, España. Mil gracias de nuevo Felipe, eres un sol!!!
Esta mañana quedé profundamente sumido en el dolor al conocer la muerte de mi querido amigo Jacques Braunstein en Caracas, Venezuela. Desde 1999, la primera vez que fui allí, Jacques estuvo entre aquellos que se acercaron a saludarme con su generoso corazón abierto de par en par, y permaneció así durante todos los años que se sucedieron desde entonces.
Fueron innumerables las tardes que compartimos en su casa hablando de Jazz, la música a la que dedicó su vida entera promocionándola a través de su famoso programa de radio "El Idioma del Jazz" que podía escucharse en Radio Nacional, la Emisora Cultural de Caracas y Jazz 95.5. Para todo lo que es el Jazz, pasado y presente, él fue sin duda un auténtico cruzado. Siempre recordaré su frase concluyendo su programa cada vez, "Paz y Jazz."
Recuerdo muy bien cómo balbuceaba torpemente durante mi primera entrevista en directo con Jacques. Me sentía tan avergonzado por mi casi inexistente Español de entonces. Si no llego a tener a Caridad Canelón a mi lado, hubiera sido un absoluto desastre. Afortunadamente, con los años, mi Español mejoró lo suficiente como para llegar a un punto en el que podía ofrecer respuestas razonables a sus preguntas. Siempre le pedía que me escribiera antes las preguntas de forma que yo pudiera VERLAS. Leer las cuestiones me daba la oportunidad de poder inventar una respuesta en Español - generalmente con su ayuda. Muchas veces me permitía presentar música que yo consideraba que todo el mundo debería haber escuchado, y no hablo de mis propias grabaciones.
Cuando finalmente tuve la oportunidad de tocar mi música en directo en Caracas en el Juan Sebastián Bar, con Roberto Koch y Andrés Briceño, fue Jacques quien estaba allí para recibirme en el escenario. Aquellas fueron unas noches maravillosas, y yo nunca, nunca, olvidaré su amabilidad hacia mí. ¡Nunca!
Mi más sentido pésame para su querida esposa Odalys, a quien también aprendí a adorar. Me encantaba verlos juntos, eran una pareja adorable. Descansa en paz querido Jacques. Te vamos a echar mucho de menos, por la clase de ser humano que eras, y también por tu labor en pro de nuestra música. Te aseguro que eras muy apreciado por aquellos de nosotros que lo hacemos lo mejor que podemos tocando un instrumento. Te quiero mucho Jacques, y esto es para siempre!!!! - Steve
- Today, April 22nd, just 12 days after he had celebrated yet another birthday, I learned that my dear friend from childhood, Kim Weiskopf had passed away during the night after a long and brutal bout with cancer. Like his father, the great Bob Weiskopf["I Love Lucy"; "Maude"; "Our Miss Brooks"; "Carol Burnett"; "Red Skelton"], Kim was a great comedy writer. 2nd generation "Old Hollywood" like me! He was a writer and writer/producer for shows such as: "Good Times"; "Married With Children"; "Three's Company"; "The Jeffersons"; and "What's Happening Now" to name a few. We met during our Jr. High School years in Los Angeles through our dear mutual friend, Dan Keller. Yet, despite being divided by his living in the "Valley" - on the other side of "the hill" - we became great friends, and like all youth, participated in some totally outrageous debauchery together!!! We are pictured together below, as we attended Dan's wedding some years ago.
Way beyond his professional life, the "Kimmer" - as he was known to his close friends - was truly one of the most humorous and witty people on this earth. Brutally honest, with heaping dashes of cynicism, sarcasm, and irony, with a single phrase, he could have you convulsed in laughter for hours. I realize that, in our culture, many people can be thinking the same things at, more or less, the same time, but in totally different geographical locations. I swear to you all that, almost all the phrases you now hear associated with the three major sports(baseball, football, and basketball), the Kimmer uttered them all first. I was there, I know, and there was NO ESPN in those days!!!
During one of his visits to New York, he stopped by my apartment, and we took the Polaroid you now see. In that photo, he is holding, and mockingly so, my photo of my son Heath on his very first "date" with Krisha Garvey, who is the daughter of former L.A. Dodger great, Steve Garvey, and his talk-show host wife, Cyndy. Kim took endless glee in poking fun at this brief union.
Kim Weiskopf was a most unique and special individual. There was truly no one like him. I am going to miss him so very much. Our e-mail exchanges and infrequent phone calls will occupy my memories until I am no longer here as well. My deepest sympathies and warmest thoughts go out to his dear wife, Jody and their daughter Kate. And to Kim's beloved brother, Walt. I know how very much he loved and adored you all.
Today, December 29th, 2008, I am so greatly saddened to learn that one of the greatest voices that the trumpet has ever known, Freddie Hubbard had passed away. Of all things, I learned this news via a posting on Facebook. I can't explain just how much Freddie influenced my concepts about playing, but especially about the details of playing melodies with feeling and love. Whether alone/solo, or in tandem with another instrument, Freddie's talents in this regard were absolutely without equal. I still can't get over how huge his sound was, absolutely immense. When he appeared on any recording as a sideman, he made that recording just that much better by his sheer presence. And let's not forget that he was a great composer too. His writing style was very distinctive and you always could recognize a Freddie Hubbard tune!
No one played ballads like Freddie Hubbard. No one! During his CTI years, just witness performances such as: "Here's That Rainy Day"("STRAIGHT LIFE");
"Lonely Town" and "Moment to Moment"("FIRST LIGHT"); or "In a Mist"("SKY DIVE"). All were great works of art where ballad playing is concerned. No matter what your instrument might be, these should be models for how to interpret a melody!
During the late '70s, I did some concerts with Freddie, as he felt that he needed to add a guitar after he had recorded "HIGH ENERGY" for Columbia Records. Ever since that recording, and the concerts, I just can't get the head to "Baraka Sasa" out of my mind. I still practice it to this day. Later, I had the privilege of recording with him on his LP, "WINDJAMMER" - also for Columbia, and produced by Bob James. Recently, I became enamored with his interpretation of "You're My Everything" which appeared on "HUB-TONES," one of his first Blue Note recordings. But, how can we forget what he brought to these classics: "MAIDEN VOYAGE"(Herbie Hancock) and "SPEAK NO EVIL"(Wayne Shorter). Or that he played on Ornette Coleman's double quartet recording "FREE JAZZ"; and John Coltrane's "OLÉ"; or, Oliver Nelson's "THE BLUES AND THE ABSTRACT TRUTH." Freddie's recorded output is endless.
As "Little Sunflower" is one of his most memorable compositions, I chose to represent the original recording on which it first appeared, "BACKLASH," which featured many great Freddie classics, including "Up Jumped Spring." I used to hear him and his quintet playing at The Lighthouse in Hermosa Beach when I was growing-up. A great quintet that always seemed to include: James Spaulding(alto sax), Louis Hayes(drums) and pianist, Kenny Barron.
One of my favorite personal memories of spending time with Freddie was on a long flight back from Tokyo in the early '80s. I had been there playing with Eyewitness, and Freddie was probably a guest soloist with some Japanese artist. I can't recall. But, we were both flying home by ourselves, along with some of the Windham Hill artists, who had been there on tour as well. I was especially happy to see Michael Hedges on the flight. But, lucky me, I was seated next to pianist, Liz Story. Freddie, who was seated in First Class, noticed this, and, throughout the flight, he kept coming back to the economy section to hang-out with me. It was really fun, and I was humbled and honored that he considered me a 'friend' on this long, lost flight home. Freddie, I'm going to miss you - but, you have left behind so much fantastic music that I can always feel that you are close by. Rest in peace!!!
On this day, August 10th, 2008, I was saddened to learn that yet another one of my earliest musical heroes, Isaac Hayes had passed away. How well I remember, growing up in West Los Angeles, and listening to Wolfman Jack's radio show, and being introduced to the songs of this great Stax/Volt, Memphis, Tennessee-based songwriter/pianist. And yes, that is how I am going to remember him, not for "The Theme from Shaft" which will linger most in the memories of his many fans. But, where do I begin to recount some of the songs which formed, in part, the soundtrack of my adolescence?
How about songs and artists like: "Hold On, I'm Comin'", "Soul Man", "You Got Me Hummin'", "I Thank You", "You Don't Know Like I Know" or "When Something is Wrong with My Baby"(Sam & Dave); "Never Like This Before"(William Bell) [Which is one of my all-time obscure R&B faves!!! Check it out!!!]; "I've Got to Love Somebody's Baby", "Little Bluebird" and "Toe Hold"(Johnnie Taylor); "Sister's Got A Boyfriend"(Rufus Thomas); "B-A-B-Y"(Carla Thomas); "When You Move You Lose"(Rufus Thomas & Carla Thomas)!!! Need I say more?
And that rhythm section: Booker T. Jones(piano/organ); Steve Cropper(el. guitar); "Duck" Dunn(el. bass); and Al Jackson(drums)!!! Just about as incredible as all this is, if you go through all the tunes in the super-fantastic "STAX/VOLT - THE COMPLETE SINGLES 1959-1968"(Box Set), just look at how many of these tunes the great guitarist Steve Cropper co-wrote!!! You won't believe it!!!
Above, in the photo, I have chosen to picture Isaac Hayes at the piano with his songwriting partner, David Porter. For me, this is how I would love to remember him. Oh, and how about that fantastic speaking voice? Is it any wonder why, later in his life, he could have been such a great success at radio? Or, as the chef on "South Park"? Rest in Peace, Isaac Hayes, you were one of our greatest soul songwriters!!! I, for one, will never forget you and your songs! Thank you for all these wonderful memories!!!
- Today, I mourn the passing my dear friend and most respected colleague, guitarist Joe Beck
When I moved to New York in 1970, I only had two friends here: vibist, David Friedman and bassist, John Miller. At the time, both Larry Coryell and Joe Beck were the titans of New York guitar players - each for different reasons. I knew of them both, of course, before arriving, because they were amongst the pioneers of the new "Jazz-Rock Fusion" movement, which was probably born around 1967. One night, as I was still trying to get settled in this huge damn city, John Miller encouraged me to come down to C.B.'s, which was a small restaurant/bar/club on the East Side of lower Manhattan, where John was playing with drummer Chico Hamilton, saxophonist Arnie Lawrence, and, of course, Joe Beck. I was a bit terrified, but I went anyway. When I was invited to come up and play a set, no sooner had I unzipped my first Manny's gig bag which housed my Gibson Super 400, the music had begun, and I was already completely and totally lost. Without saying a word, they jumped from a standard, to a vamp, to another standard, to another jam vamp. There was never the slightest break between pieces, one thing just segued seamlessly into the next. I had NO IDEA what was happening, and that stayed with me for the entire humiliating exercise.
After the set, I packed-up my guitar, and was seated, head in hands, at the bar. Joe sauntered over to me, and, in his no-holds-barred, brash manner said something like this: "You know kid, you really ought to know what you're doing before you get up and sit in with people!" That was it! I hated him, I wanted to kill him!!! He went on to tell me about his recording sessions with Miles Davis and countless others. Of course, I didn't believe him about the Miles sessions, because I had every LP Miles had ever made, and I never saw the name "Joe Beck" on any of them! But, as history has now revealed, Joe Beck was actually Miles Davis' first choice for guitar. Long before, John McLaughlin had ever appeared here. On the recent Box Set re-issues, you can now hear Joe's work with Miles, as Miles searched for this new direction that would find itself in "IN A SILENT WAY" and later, on "BITCHES BREW." But Joe was there first!!! Let us not forget that today!!!
Unfortunately, relative to his perceptions of my playing, and my readiness to be in New York, he was right! 100% correct. Well, to make matters worse, when I grabbed my gig bag w/ my guitar, and made my way back home - tail between my legs, I was about to make a most terrifying discovery! I arrived home, and I immediately wanted to practice and study, so I took out my guitar - but something felt very wrong - without seeing it, I reached inside the bag, and the neck felt all gunky and filthy. I pulled it out of the bag, and to my horror, it was Joe Beck's Super 400, and not mine. This meant that I was going to have to contact him quickly, and exchange the guitars in person, because, no doubt, he had mine at his home. And so, the next morning, I went to his place, and we exchanged guitars, pretty much in silence!
Many, many years later, when somehow we had become respected colleagues, and even bandmates at times, I told him this story. He looked at me, shaking his head, and then said: "I said that to YOU?!?!?! I can't believe that I did that. I'm so sorry, and I'm ashamed!" I looked at him and said, "No, you were just telling the truth! And, you were right! It was the best thing anyone ever said to me. And, whatever I might have become, all or in part, I owe it to that one night, and what you said!!!" From that moment on, we were even closer friends.
My other favorite Joe Beck anecdote comes from another gig during the mid-'70s when we were playing together in one of his groups which included: David Sanborn; Don Grolnick; Will Lee; and Christopher Parker. We had the daunting task of opening at the Bottom Line for Tony Williams' new Lifetime which featured, the then relatively unknown, Allan Holdsworth. Joe and I stood at the bar together listening and, of course, after Joe had listened for awhile, he turned to me and said, with all due cynicism and some degree of respect: "No one plays anything fast that they haven't played 1,000 times before!" I wasn't sure just what to make of that comment on that night, because like just about everyone else, I thought Allan was pretty remarkable. But, as the years have come and gone, as usual, Joe was absolutely right about great velocity, and great speed around the fingerboard. But, I always laugh when I think of this story, and Joe's amazing 'tude!
Joe Beck was much, much more than a great guitarist, or a great musician. Despite his very gruff manner, despite his intense cynicism and sarcasm in expressing it, he was one of the warmest people I have known, and I'm so grateful that we met and became friends. Rest in peace dear Joe, I'm going to miss you very much, but I will never, ever forget how much you helped me to find myself in music!
Believe it or not, I am writing this on Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 because I wanted to acknowledge the passing of a good friend, most respected colleague, and, above all, a warm and wonderful human being. I'm speaking electric bassist, Gary King. What is so striking about all this, at least to me, is that Gary King passed away on July 22nd, 2003! Yes, five years have now passed by, and I did not know about this until yesterday.
Somehow, I was looking around the Internet for something, or someone, and I came across a MySpace page for "Kinyatta." Well, in my life, I have only known one person with this name, and he was Gary and Christine King's very young son, when I first met him. So, I went to his page, and lo and behold, my eyes were greated with a blog that he had written about his dear father. I can only say that it made me so very sad. And, on top of knowing that Gary was gone, I was struck by the fact that this news had somehow completely escaped me. How did this happen? How could it have happened?!?! In retracing my steps for 2003, the only thing that makes sense is that I must have been out of the country, in Caracas, Venezuela and performing and doing some clinics at the time. But still, I was in e-mail contact with everyone.
I came to know Gary through our work together for Bob James, both as an artist, and as a producer. It goes without saying that Bob's faith in us both meant a great deal! From that initial connection, Gary and I also were fortunate enough to work on a variety of projects for Creed Taylor and his CTI family of labels. It feels as though we must have played together on about 50 projects. But, in reality, it was probably a bit less. Still, Gary's bigger-than-life persona left a most lasting impression on me. Of course, one was always struck by the fact that, for recording, his instrument of choice was most unusual, a Guild semi-acoustic electric bass. The exact model name and number now escape me. He had a most unique sound, and it was always full of life, and energy, just like his very own ebullient personality. One very memorable recording, on which we appear together, was the 1976 George Benson-Joe Farrell collaboration titled, "BENSON & FARRELL." Gary appears on my favorite track, which was a Latin-style version of the Lane-Harburg classic, "Old Devil Moon." Tito Puente's longtime pianist Sonny Bravo contributes the arrangement, and it is a monster, check it out!!!
What is most important for me to say here and now is that Gary King was an absolutely great person, a loving and devoted husband and father, in addition to being a superb bassist and musician. Over the years, long after we were not working together directly very much, we always remained in contact, even if only once per year to just catch-up on things. Those phone conversations were always fun and interesting, and I always ended-up sending him down to Pennsylvania, where he lived for many years, CDs of whatever I had recorded recently. I just wanted to honor his memory here before too much more time had passed. Sometimes, if we are fortunate, we meet someone, who enters our life, and they are just such a kind and decent person that this impression stays with us forever. Gary King was just such a person for me. Though I have expressed these sentiments to them both personally, I send my love and belated deepest sympathies to Christine, his beloved wife, and to his dear son, Kinyatta, of whom he was so very proud. Rest in peace, Gary!
I just wanted to take a moment to express my great sadness upon learning of the passing NBC's longtime host of "MEET THE PRESS," Tim Russert! Apparently, he passed away today, Friday, June 13th, 2008 from a heart attack. He is mourned by countless colleagues, and by admirers and fans just like me! In the hours after his passing, I don't believe that I have ever witnessed a greater outpouring of admiration, affection, and appreciation for one single human being. This was obviously a very fine man, one who has deeply touched the lives of those around him, those closest to him.
In a world where the "news" is delivered to us daily in the most odious of notions: "INFO-TAINMENT" - Tim Russert stood apart from this, and served as a reminder to us all that his way, his style, was the way things used to be. His sense of dignity should have served as more of a model than the dictates of today's news 'producers' who obviously see us all as a legion of fools and idiots.
During the coming elections, I am going to miss his presence, and his insights greatly. He will be almost impossible to replace, and my Sunday mornings will certainly not be the same for the foreseeable future. To have listened to today's tributes heaped upon Tim Russert by his colleagues and friends says everything that needs to be said about the depth and character of this great man. Rest in peace Tim, my sympathies to your son, Luke, your wife Maureen, your beloved father, "Big Russ" and your entire family!
Addendum: It's Monday morning, June 16th, and I just watched Luke Russert speaking with Matt Lauer on the "TODAY" Show. Obviously, it was very, very moving. What a fine young man! To witness someone so young speaking with such composure was truly remarkable. I honestly don't know, even at this latter stage of life, how anyone in the immediate family has the courage to speak about someone they loved so much after such a sudden loss. It's easy to see why his father would have been so very proud. I have added the very poignant photo of Luke touching his father's chair on the set of "MEET THE PRESS" just after Sunday's special tribute. "Go get 'em Luke!!!"
On this day, I mourn the passing of my dear friend and most respected colleage, Josef Zawinul. Working with Joe and Weather Update(which consisted of Victor Bailey on bass; Peter Erskine on drums; and Robert Thomas, Jr. on percussion) was one of the great musical and personal experiences of my life. But also, one of the great, great disappointments! It all came and went during 1986, just after Weather Report, then really just after Wayne Shorter had finally decided to go it alone. Joe had recorded "DIALECTS" as a solo artist, and the last Weather Report CD, "THIS IS THIS" had just been released as well. I decided to join this group, and with great hopes. Hopes that we might actually be a band for many years to come. But our 7-week tour(four in Europe, and three across the U.S.) turned out to be our "maiden voyage" and our "swan song" all in one!!!
The truth is, in my opinion, we were NOT a very good band. Fundamentally because we did not have a very good book of music to play then, and Joe insisted that we NOT do any of the 'old' Weather Report music. The rest of us wanted to do a lot of it because we knew that, what we did have, was not going to be truly competitive with the best music out there then. On the U.S. tour, where we shared the bill with an incarnation of John McLaughlin's Mahavishnu Orchestra(then w/ Bill Evans on sax; Jim Beard on keyboards; Jonas Helborg on bass; and Danny Gottlieb on drums), we were pretty much blown off the stage each night because John's presentation was much more organized and together. The pace of their set was beautifully done, and we were a raggedy-ass mess by comparison. It was some sad shit believe me! Though in stark contrast to what I'm saying, I run into people here and in Europe who thought that the band was great! Go figure!
Joe had come to hear "Eyewitness" when both groups were on tour in Japan during '83. That he was so knocked out by our group's music and approach was such a thrill I couldn't believe it. For him to sit there through two long sets of keyboardless music was amazing. However, I don't think he wanted a "clean" guitar sound for HIS group.....and we had a lot of conceptual disagreements. In the end, Weather Update was SO loud that I found myself drifting back towards a sound and style of playing I had long since abandoned. Not long after the tour, as things turned out, when Joe disbanded Weather Update and started the Zawinul Syndicate, Scott Henderson was the guitarist, and I don't think that Joe could have made a better choice! Scott is one of the great guitar voices, and had just the right blend of grit and blues to go with his own jazz vocabulary. I think it also should be said that Joe initially wanted John Scofield for Weather Update, but, John wisely chose to stick with his own music, and to develop being a bandleader himself.
But, and bless his heart, Joe is a most difficult man to work with.....and anyone who has "served time" with him would tell you the same. However, he is one of the most uniquely gifted musical minds ever and it was an honor to have worked with him. My best musical memories are simply jamming at the soundchecks.....and, at times, just standing next to him at soundcheck while he played duo with the great, Peter Erskine. Wow, the two of them sounded, to use some past contemporary horrifying slang, "stupid ridiculous good!" When Joe sits down at his keyboard rig, within a note or two, you know instantly WHO is playing and setting the mood and tone. I would not use this word without great care, but HE was truly a genius!
One of the great things I learned from Joe comes from the following story. As our tour began in Europe, and remember this was just after the demise of Weather Report, there were actually some very serious "press conferences;" and, the jazz writers wanted to know everything. What happened to the "old" group, and what was to be the direction and purpose of this new group. Of course, Joe was asked some pretty ridiculous questions too. Here's a rough sample:
Reporter: Mr. Zawinul, what do you think about "rock?"
Joe: I don't think about it!
Reporter: Well, who do you listen to?
Joe: I listen to MYSELF!
When I first heard this, I suppose I thought to myself, "geez, what an arrogant asshole!" But, believe it or not, I used to actually think about this response often. And, somewhere, during the middle of the tour, I realized: Wow, this is why he is who he is! Yes, it's a great thing to have an open mind, and to listen to all the music that's out there, BUT, in the final analysis, if you don't hear YOUR OWN MUSIC, the music which exists INSIDE OF YOU, then you will never "hear" a damn thing of substance. And, you will never have a musical personality or style. When you look at Joe's body of work, it is rich with personality and style. So, the lesson is: LISTEN TO YOURSELF! HEAR YOUR OWN MUSIC!
Beyond all the arguments, and there were many, we came away from it all with a deep and lasting warmth, and a great respect for one another. When my father died in '93, and I was away in California performing with one of my trios at the time, amongst the first messages of sympathy on my answering machine at home was Joe's voice saying beautiful things. For this, and many, many other moments, I will always love Joe, and treasure my times with him. Thanks to my dear friend, Peter Erskine, I can share with you all this shot of Joe and me playing Gin Rummy on our tour bus. You should know that I kicked his ass all over Europe, he wouldn't let me leave the table!!! And, we were obviously discussing my transcriptions of older Weather Report tunes which he refused to play!!!
Rest in peace, Joe! I'm going to miss seeing you here in New York.
For those of us who had actually seen him play baseball as the shortstop on some of the greatest New York Yankees teams, for those of us who were lucky enough to have heard his calls on countless Yankees broadcasts, Tuesday, August 14th was a very, very sad day. I learned that Phil Rizzuto, "The Scooter" had passed away via an e-mail from my dear son, Heath. Phil Rizzuto was a one-of-a-kind broadcaster because he had played the game, but never lost that 'little boy' inside and he brought all that enthusiasm and spirit into 'the booth' with him. He never lost sight of the fact that baseball is, in the end, just a game, and the players and the fans should have fun. He made every game fun for those of us who had the pleasure to listen to him and his "huckleberry" of a colleague, the great Bill White. Rest in peace Scooter, since you left the Yankees booth, you have been missed every single game!!!
Here it is, 2013, another season is about to begin. The style of 'broadcasting' that Phil Rizzuto brought to each and every game, for those of us old enough to remember, we are never going to hear his brand of honesty, sentimentality, and sincerity again.
For those of us who knew him, who were lucky enough to be counted amongst his friends, this was a day we all feared might come. And, on January 13th, 2007, I learned that Michael Brecker had passed away. He had lost his brave and courageous fight for life, in the end, to leukemia. It would be easy to sit and express just how much his playing and his music have meant to me since I first heard him play in the early '70s just after we had moved to New York, but, that would be the story for so many whose lives Michael touched. As a saxophonist, as a musician, he was a true master. And like all such masters, his greatness even served to torture him, as to be constantly dissatisfied with his efforts. However, I never saw anyone work harder at their craft than Michael did, and the results of all that hard work were always evident to the rest of us.
He was such a great friend and bandmate. What most people wouldn't know, for the intense seriousness of his playing and music, was that he had an incredible sense of humor. He was very funny!!! And, he was a great practical joker. I can't tell you how many nights I would come on stage, as part of the early Brecker Bros. Band, and during the first tune, look down at my little pedals on the floor, step on one of them, and suddenly, I would hear the wrong sound coming back at me. A-ha! Of course, before the set, Mike had sneaked on stage, and changed all the knobs on every pedal. Wow, I wanted to kill him. After months of this, it inspired me to place little colored dots on my pedals so I could remember the settings. I still do it to this day!!! Another example of his rich sense of humor is the above photo that I've chosen to share here with everyone. It appears on the inside sleeve of an old B.J. Thomas album where all the players and production team were asked to submit a childhood photo. Of all things, Mike turned in a photo of himself as a Jr. High School Safety Patrol Guard. Can you believe that?!?!? And, if you want to see and be moved by a great, great photo tribute to Mike, please take a moment and visit
Peter Erksine's site. The photos, which Pete shares there, truly capture everything that words will miss, especially the bond and love between two amazing brothers.
Michael was also a really funny amateur cartoonist, sometimes in the style of Don Martin from MAD Magazine. In the infinite boredom, which sometimes surrounds the process of recording, Mike would sit at the console and doodle cartoons on any writing surface available. Most of them were devilishly witty. I recall the cartoon he did of my "TIGHTROPE" LP cover, with me(as a Don Martin character) walking across the tightrope surrounded by lots of disgusting 'flies' everywhere. Of course, there were many other such cartoons, but the subject matter is not suitable for discussions here!
Mike also had a wicked jump shot in the game of basketball! During a certain period of his return to a healthier lifestyle in the '80s, we used get together at the McBurney YMCA in lower Manhattan and steal a few moments to shoot some hoops. He had great form and a great touch. If he had a more aggressive personality on the court, he could have been quite a player.
I realize that I haven't mentioned that Mike was also a great jazz drummer! In those days, everyone wanted to play like Elvin Jones. It was almost required because all the tenor players would get together and play duo: tenor sax and drums. So, one of them always had to be prepared to play drums, and you had to play well, and for a long, LONG time. Like 'Trane!!! Mike, as you would imagine, did a great Elvin. However, truth be told, brother Randy, even with his unorthodox left-handed, weird lookin' approach, did the best Elvin! Another humorous example of the battle between these two fantastic brothers!!!
I'm not sure just why, but several weeks ago, Michael and I began corresponding again via e-mail, and those 'conversations' were warm and wonderful. He asked me how my son, Heath, was doing, and after sharing some thoughts with him, Michael wrote back with great sensitivity and care. It made me feel wonderful about the depth of this friendship, which had spanned over 35 years. As much as I, like everyone else, will miss his playing, his artistry, I will miss his friendship, and his great intelligence and sense of humor. He was a great, great artist, and his work will live on through his incredible body of work, but also through all those whose musical lives he has touched. That number would be inestimable. He fought these horrific battles towards the end of his life with great resolve and dignity, if only to try to be around longer for his beloved wife, Susan, and his two dear children, Jessica and Sam. My heart, my thoughts and my prayers go out to all of you. And, of course, to his dear brother Randy and sister Emily, I send out my love and those same thoughts. Rest easily and safely now Michael, you have been an inspiration in every regard. God bless you and keep you!
On this day, December 25th, 2006, I was saddened to learn that another one of my earliest musical heroes, the amazing, James Brown had passed away. Growing up in West Los Angeles, and listening to the radio, hit single/45 after hit single, "JB" became a legend to kids like me. I remember, after one of us could actually drive, going down to the Shrine Auditorium to see him perform with "The Famous Flames" including Bobby Byrd. It was incredible, an unforgettable night in my adolescence. And of course, "the cape"....that "cape." As he was introduced on his recording, "LIVE AT THE APOLLO" I like to remember him as "the hardest working man in show business!" Surely, he must have been!
How does one begin to recount the memories of each single? Just look at all these great tunes: "Please, Please, Please"; "Try Me"; "I'll Go Crazy"; "Night Train"; "I Got You"; "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag"; "It's a Man's Man's Man's World"; "Money Won't Change You"[a personal favorite!!!]; "Cold Sweat"; "Get It Together"; "I Got the Feelin'." How can one stop listing them all? One is greater than the next. How well I remember having to drive down to "Dolphin's of Hollywood" to buy each single, because they were not sold in my local record shop. But perhaps the big "crossover moment" happened when "JB" performed as part of the "T.A.M.I. Show" which reached young people of all ages and ethnicities.
If you've ever seen the Barry Levinson film, "LIBERTY HEIGHTS" in some ways, the story of the younger son mirrors my experience as a young person. As a musician, after failing at the drums, I remember spending hours trying to figure out all the various Jimmy Nolen guitar parts on those classic tunes. It was considered essential, and still should be. And what an education I received while trying to learn and imitate every word, every inflection, every mannerism, those screams. Most of the time, I had no clue as to just what he was really saying, but it didn't matter because, in some way, it simply reached me. His sense of time, just where he placed each shout and grunt within the beat. Impeccable! In his later years, I had the privilege to record with him a couple of times, nothing of great significance; and, to have appeared with him on "LATE NIGHT with David Letterman" during the '80s. That was incredible!
These memories bring me back to time when everything seemed to be so much less complex, and perhaps the world did not seem to be such a dangerous and terrifying place. We have learned that this was never the truth anyway! Rest in Peace James Brown, you were really, seriously too much, way too funky, and way too soulful!!! I, for one, will never forget you and your recordings! You made this world a better place for us all and you helped to bring many of us together!!! Thank you so much!!!
Today, I mourn the passing of the great Arnold "Red" Auerbach(1917-2006), who was, at varying times, the coach, general manager, and the prime architect of the great Boston Celtics dynasty. Since I was little boy, growing-up in Los Angeles, California I have been Celtic fan, I loved their name, the uniforms, the little clover, etc., but mostly because, in those years, there were no professional teams in Los Angeles, except for the then Los Angeles Rams. So, the Lakers were still in Minneapolis then, and I have never in my life rooted for them! Never!!
"Red" Auerbach was a real character, beloved by many, loathed by all non-Celtic fans. I loved the Celtics of the Cousy-Sharman era, but when Bill Russell arrived basketball teamwork went to an entirely new and higher level. I remember all the great players: Sam Jones; K.C. Jones; Tommy Heinsohn; John Havlicek; "Satch" Sanders; Paul Silas; Frank Ramsey; Larry Siegfried; "Jungle Jim" Loscutoff; and countless others. All these great individual talents aside, if you were in a Celtics' uniform, you understood that the 'team' came first. A lesson for everyone!
When Michael Jordan retired after 3 championships and said that, there was 'nothing left to accomplish.' He only had to look to Bill Russell and the Celtics to have known that there was so much more to accomplish. And this why, to me, Bill Russell is the greatest champion of all-time. And, for having the courage and foresight to have been behind all this, I will never forget "Red" Auerbach, because he was such a fantastic and fun part of my childhood sports memories. Rest in peace Red, I guess it's time to light-up one last cigar?
Today, February 17th, 2006, I was greatly saddened to learn that the great conguero Ray Barretto had passed away.I happened to be listening to Gary Walker's show on WBGO, and just after he had concluded playing something from my new CD, he announced to his listeners the passing of this legend in our music. Though I feel hardly qualified to write of his greatness or his contributions to what became known as Salsa or to the marriage of Latin music and Jazz, his presence is forever etched in my musical consciousness because he appears on so many of my favorite recordings in the Jazz idiom. It was as if he was "on staff" for any Verve, Riverside, or Blue Note recording session that required congas. It's pointless to try to list the names of everyone he recorded with because he recorded with everyone!!! However, I can't help but mention Kenny Burrell's "MIDNIGHT BLUE"; the countless Wes Montgomery recordings on which Ray appears; and let's not forget the 'swing' he brings to "Billie's Bounce" with George Benson and Ron Carter!
Every time I pick-up my güiro and begin to play my one groove, a cha-cha-cha, I can't help but begin to sing, "Cocinando" from his "QUE VIVA LA MÚSICA" CD. Rest in Peace Ray Barretto! You were one of my great heroes. Te quiero mucho maestro y gracias por todo tu trabajo tan bueno!!!
On this day, January 19th, 2006, I was saddened to learn that one of my earliest musical heroes, the great, the 'wicked' Wilson Pickett had passed away. How well I remember, growing up in West Los Angeles, and listening to Wolfman Jack's radio show and being introduced to the music of this great Atlantic-Stax/Volt "Soulman." I couldn't wait for the release of each new single. When you look at "WILSON PICKETT'S GREATEST HITS" you are struck by the lasting nature of all these songs, and his vocal performances. A note or two, and you immediately recognized his voice. His phrasing, his sense of time, impeccable. Just look at all these great tunes: "In the Midnight Hour"; "634-5789"; "Mustang Sally"; "99-1/2"; "Don't Fight It"; "Funky Broadway"; "Land of 1,000 Dances." Need I say more?
I recall spending countless hours trying to figure out Steve Cropper's guitar parts on all these classic tunes. And what an education I received while trying to learn and imitate every word, every vocalization. Every time I listen to "Soul Dance Number Three" and I hear him say: "Y'all hoyd(heard) about that one, ain'tcha?" It brings me back to time when everything was so much less complex, and perhaps the world did not seem to be such a dangerous and terrifying place. We have learned that this was not the truth anyway! Rest in Peace Wilson Pickett, you were absolutely too much, too funky, too wicked, too soulful!!! I, for one, will never forget you and your recordings! Thank you!!!
Today, a day in late October, began just like most days here, a quiet morning, with everything seeming to be in order. And then, I went to check my overnight correspondence, and found an e-mail via the CONTACT STEVE page from a fan in France. He was writing to inform me that my dear friend, and frequent collaborator, Jean-Michel Folon had passed away in Monaco on October 20th at the age of 71. It is so very hard to express just how sad I am feeling about this great loss.
My relationship with the work of Folon began quite by chance. In 1976, I had moved to a new apartment in the Chelsea section of New York to begin life anew, and my new walls were totally as blank as my life seemed to be then. I was working one day, recording in midtown Manhattan and, on a break, I went downstairs to a poster art gallery and, my eyes were drawn immediately to the posters of someone named Folon. I browsed, thought, procrastinated, and then, finally, I bought 2-3 of them, brought them home, and put them up on the walls. It wasn't long before virtually my entire apartment was covered with his artwork. A fact lamented, and with good reason, by my dear ex-wife Nancy. One year later in 1977, when I was lucky enough to be recording "TIGHTROPE"(Columbia), art director, the great Paula Scher, asked me what I wanted for the cover. Of course, I shyly asked if I could possibly have a Folon on the cover. And, she smiled and happily said that she would make this happen. At that moment, I had no idea that this would develop into a wonderful friendship and countless collaborations that spanned nearly 30 years. Two years later, Paula sent the two of us to the studio of the great photographer, Jim Houghton, where we took countless portrait photos. I have always been grateful that I have retained the contact sheets and some prints of those sessions. How lucky can one man be? Folon's artwork now graces 12 of my LP/CD covers, and this is something I have always considered as one of the great, great honors of my life. His productivity, his output have always served as a great inspiration for me, and an ideal which I never believed that I could achieve with my own work.
During his infrequent visits to New York with his girlfriend Paola, we would almost always find a moment to get together. And, he always made a point of inviting me to his exhibitions, which was a true thrill for me. I will always remember him for his great kindness and tremendous sweetness. It was touching to view his sense of wonderment at the insanity of human life. His images often projected the sense of the very small individual lost in a sea of frantic activity, as the world went spinning on around them, out of control. How much I enjoyed watching his changes of style and technique, yet the themes remained familiar. Firstly, I was attracted to the bright colors of air-brushing, then water colors brought on a much softer sense. Aquatint etchings came, and suddenly there was a new character to his work. More recently, his work with sculptures gave us another view of his immense and prolific talents.
From here in New York, a city Jean-Michel loved so very much, I send my love and strength to his beloved wife, publisher and manager, Paola, his son, François, his dear sister Danièle and brother, Christian. Peace eternal to you dear Jean-Michel, and thank you so much for having graced my life with your friendship, your art, and your perspectives! You were a beacon of light for me!
Who can ever comprehend the twists and turns of fate in life? No sooner had I written a very special page for Steve Gadd's new "Official Website", concerning our time playing together with Steve Marcus than the phone should ring, and another dear friend is telling me that Steve Marcus had just passed away, died in his sleep, but a few days ago. Though I hadn't seen nor spoken with "The Count" in years, he was always close to my heart, and a very, very special part of my musical memories, of my growth, both musically and personally.
Apart from being a great, great player, he was truly an unforgettable human being, a true 'character', and a dear, sweet soul who will be deeply missed by all those who knew him. Not to mention those of us who were lucky enough to have shared the stage with him. I will always think of him with a warm smile. He had the best smile, and a great laugh. And, as you can see from the photo, he had the best "Isro" too! That, of course, is the Jewish version of an "Afro"!!!
We spent many great times together as part of his Count's Rock Band in the early '70s, especially our gigs out on Long Island at the club, My Father's Place. I recall driving out there with "The Count" in his little Volkswagen on those icy January nights, and listening to him extoll the virtues of how a White Castle hamburger should be devoured as though it was a fine oyster. The description was complete with a two-finger approach to holding these comestible jewels. We even made a recording together for Flying Dutchman in 1976 titled, "SOMETIME OTHER THAN NOW" which featured: Don Grolnick; Will Lee and Steve Gadd. I recall once, asking The Count, "If you can improvise like that, why don't you ever write tunes?" To which he replied, "Well, when I start to write something, and place a note down on the paper, I then think to myself, Why that note? What right do I have to write THAT note? Mozart wrote that note, Beethoven wrote that note! 'Trane wrote that note!!! And by the time I've done that, I've talked myself right out of the process!!!"
From this humble page, we all send our love and strength to his beloved wife, Eleanor and their daughter Holly. Peace eternal be with you dear Count!!!
No sooner had I returned from Los Angeles, and written about my earliest memories of the place of the organ trio in the history of "Jazz" and then, today[Wednesday, February 9th], I read on the internet that one my great heroes had just passed away, organist, Jimmy Smith. And so, this loss cannot pass without a tribute!
I don't know exactly why, but it seems that my earliest memories of hearing Jimmy Smith, and his Hammond B-3 organ, were while attending University High School in West Los Angeles during the mid-'60s. My dear friend Paul Horvitz, I believe, was the first person to come-up to me raving about the LP, "WHO'S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?" and so, after hearing the title track one time, I had to go out and buy it. But, this was considerably later in Jimmy Smith's career and, a move to Verve and the production leanings of Creed Taylor took his music to bigger and brassier musical settings, away from the intimacy of the classic organ trio[organ; guitar; and drums: OGD]. Still, it was impossible to deny the appeal of his many Verve recordings, which I still have, and listen to, to this day.
This was all part of my romance with "Jazz".....its history, its language, and its brightest stars. One recording, one artist, would lead me down the path to others. But, more than likely, I was led back to Jimmy Smith, after hearing drummer Grady Tate on Wes Montgomery's "MOVIN' WES" LP, and this brought me to Jimmy Smith's musical relationship with the great Kenny Burrell. And the cycle went on, and on, and on, and on!!!
With its roots firmly planted in "the blues" the classic organ trio seemed to bring a new "sub-genre" into the rich history of "Jazz"......one which might be called "Soul Jazz." A music which also embraces Gospel and R&B roots. It exists in its own special savory melting pot. And, hearing Jimmy Smith playing with saxophonist Stanley Turrentine on "PRAYER MEETING" solidified that sense. In the end, from his Verve years, without question, my favorite recording was "ORGAN GRINDER SWING" which featured Kenny Burrell and Grady Tate. I was always more of a fan of "small group" playing rather than the "high-gloss" production values, which were so very appealing, and usually associated with Creed Taylor's productions. Recordings like this, which featured some classic tunes, caused me to want to research Jimmy Smith's earlier recordings for Blue Note Records.
It was here that I entered into a world which seemed so very, very far away to me. A young boy, growing-up in West Los Angeles, and the images on the covers, the names of clubs, the places, even the food, just seemed like something I would never know. But, that was all to change, and I feel lucky that I actually have been able to experience being in, and even playing in some of those famous clubs. Perhaps it was part of this sub-genre, perhaps it was just Jimmy Smith's personality, but I always smiled when seeing his LP covers in those years, because it seemed that he had such a great sense of humor and could laugh at himself a bit. Now, when I sit at home, in my living room, I feel lucky to have copies of both volumes of: The Cover Art of BLUE NOTE Records. If you are fan of this music and you don't own these books, you must seek them out for your coffee table because they will serve as the most wonderful reminders of the music and the people who brought it to you!!!
Right now, it is time for us to remember the great Jimmy Smith and all that he gave us over the many years he was with us. In my way, I just wanted to celebrate all that he has meant to me. It was only a couple of days ago, after my gigs in Los Angeles with Larry Goldings and Harvey Mason, that I had mentioned the Tommy Tucker classic "Hi-Heel Sneakers" which appeared on Jimmy Smith's "GOT MY MOJO WORKIN'" recording, life is so strange at times. Rest in peace Jimmy, your fantastic legacy lives on through your recordings!
Some of my earliest memories of growing-up around music, growing-up around my father's songs, Sammy Cahn songs, were hearing the unforgettable voice and piano style of the great Ray Charles. Over the years, he sang and recorded many of my father's songs, but without question, my all-time favorite was his interpretation of "Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry" which appears on "SWEET & SOUR TEARS." To this day, Ray captures something in the lyrics that even Frank Sinatra could not claim. When I was finally lucky enough to record with him, I stole a moment to sit and talk with him, and to tell him how much his version of my father's song meant to me. I will never forget sharing that with him.
As a teenager, how could I forget songs like: "What'd I Say?"; "Tell the Truth"(w/ the amazing Margie Hendrix); "You Are My Sunshine"; "I Gotta Woman"; "I Can't Stop Lovin' You"; "Georgia on My Mind"; "Hit the Road Jack!"; and "One Mint Julep." How well I remember hearing, of all things, "Alabammy Bound" from "THE GENIUS HITS THE ROAD" during times spent at a vacation home in Palm Springs. They formed a vital part of the soundtrack of those years, and, in some unconscious way, made me aware that there was "another" America out there, an important America, and one I was determined to understand, and to grow closer to. Who will ever forget his interpretation of "America the Beautiful," made all the more moving because of the 'the two Americas!' Separate and unequal. During my college years, while lost in a "Purple Haze" of my own making, I can't begin to recall how much time I spent listening to and digesting every nuance of the LP, "CRYING TIME." I want to say for always and forever, and with reverance and respect, that I loved and adored the voice, and the style of Ray Charles. I feel so very lucky to have been alive during a time when he could have touched my life. Here's to you Brother Ray, peace eternal! "Sing the song children...."
I know that it might sound a little strange to some of you, but sometimes, in my small music room, amongst all the LPs and CDs, I can feel the presence of my greatest heroes. Like so many musicians of my generation, those before, and those yet to come, Elvin Jones has been a constant source of inspiration. The intense 'swing' he possessed was unrivaled by anyone, and his contributions to the incredible John Coltrane Quartet were incalculable. In 1988, I wrote a tune, a tribute to Elvin entitled, "Butane Elvin" and, what I wrote at the analysis page can also serve as a fitting homage to how I loved his playing. I only have to listen to: "A NIGHT AT THE VILLAGE VANGUARD" by Sonny Rollins; Wayne Shorter's "SPEAK NO EVIL" or "JUJU"; to Joe Henderson's "INNER URGE"; to Larry Young's "UNITY"; to McCoy Tyner's "THE REAL McCOY"; or the unforgettable duet with 'Trane on the tune "Vigil" which appears on "TRANSITION," and I am immediately transported to a better place.
As one grows up, and grows older, one would like to believe that our heroes are just going to be around forever, unchanged by the passage of time. Sadly, this is never so. With his passing, I just wanted to take a moment to again acknowledge all that this great master drummer has added to my life and my appreciation of what it takes to do something special in any area of life. How much I will miss the sound of that ride cymbal with the rivets!!! How many great artists ever rise to the level, where the simple mentioning of their first name alone, conjures up the immediate image of all that they are, and all that they've done? When you hear the name "Elvin" who do you think of? Rest in peace Elvin, we are all going to miss you so very much!