Sonny with Wilber Ware on bass and Elvin Jones on drums at the Village Vanguard 1957

 

Sonny Rollins, Acclaimed as a Virtuoso Jazz Improviser, Dies at 95 by Jon Mooallem

 Copyright ® Jon Mooallem - The Wall Street Journal, copyright protected; all rights reserved. This obituary appeared in the May 25, 2026 edition of The Wall Street Journal.

‘When he’s on,’ one critic wrote, he ‘seems immense, summoning the entire history of jazz, capable of blowing a hole through a wall.’

“I was filled with question marks,” the tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins told the New Yorker in 1961.

He was explaining why, about two years earlier, at age 29 and seemingly at the height of his creative powers, he had vanished from the jazz world, embarking on an almost monastic hiatus of intense introspection and even more intense practicing. Later in life, Rollins would further explain the choice by telling interviewers that he had no longer felt confident in his playing; that he had wanted “a certain peace inside of myself. And I want that peace at the risk of giving up everything…. I have to be sure that I’m making myself right inside in every way”; and that, starting to feel outshined by newer, buzzier saxophonists like John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman, Rollins—suddenly a traditionalist, by comparison—had told himself, “You better get your s—together, because these cats have something to say.”

Rollins described himself to The Wall Street Journal in those days as a “ferocious practicer.” He liked to play loudly, for many hours at a time, improvising ceaseless and whipsawing sagas of frenetic melodies and emphatic blaring and screeching—it was a whole lot of sound. When he took his hiatus, he was living in a loft on Grand Street in New York City with Lucille Pearson, whom he would marry in 1965. (Pearson, who died in 2004, was also Rollins’s manager for many years. He was married briefly once before.)

Rollins understood the racket he would be making for his neighbors. And so, virtually every day for about a year and a half, Rollins would walk out onto the Williamsburg Bridge, stand by himself next to the subway tracks and blow for as many as 15 hours at a time. Sometimes, he found himself subtly bending his playing to the sounds of the cityscape. “I used to blow my horn back at the boats when the boats would blow,” he told the Washington Post.

Writing later in the New York Times, Rollins remembered: “Playing against the sky really does improve your volume, and your wind capacity. I could have just stayed up there forever. But Lucille was supporting us, and I had to go back to work. You can’t be in heaven and on earth at the same time.”

He re-emerged in late 1961 and, the following year, released a record titled “The Bridge.”

Rollins, who died Monday at the age of 95 at his home in Woodstock, N.Y., according to an announcement on his Facebook page, was frequently praised throughout his half-century-plus career as jazz’s greatest living improviser; the phrase came up so often in profiles and reviews that it might as well have been an official title. Though Rollins wrote several tunes now regarded as standards, like “St. Thomas,” “Oleo” and “Doxy,” his legacy rests in the singular way in which artistry and abandon coalesced in his playing.

The New York Times described Rollins as establishing “a genuine American rhetoric, delirious and ecstatic; audiences reoriented their imagination, and their sense of patience, around them.” 

“When he’s on,” the late critic Stanley Crouch wrote, he “seems immense, summoning the entire history of jazz, capable of blowing a hole through a wall.”

‘A holy grail’

Walter Theodore Rollins was born Sept. 7, 1930, at his grandmother’s house in Harlem, the youngest of three children to parents who had immigrated from the Virgin Islands. Most of his childhood was spent in the Sugar Hill neighborhood of Harlem, where he would routinely see some of the era’s most prominent Black Americans out and about—W.E.B. Du Bois, Thurgood Marshall, Duke Ellington—and once waited in the lobby of Coleman Hawkins’s building so he could get the tenor saxophonist’s autograph. Hearing Hawkins’s recording of “Body and Soul” as a fourth-grader had been a turning point for Rollins musically and eventually lead him to switch from alto to tenor saxophone. He called Hawkins’s playing on the song “a holy grail.”

After graduating from high school in 1948, Rollins started gigging around New York and, by the early 1950s, was recording with Bud Powell, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker and Thelonious Monk, who Rollins called his “guru.” In 1951, Rollins was backed by the Modern Jazz Quartet for his first record under his own name. Asked on the podcast “Broken Record” about playing with the biggest names in jazz at such a young age, he said, “I was too stupid to be nervous,” adding: “I was never one of these guys that felt intimidated. I just felt, ‘Well, look: If they want me to be here, I guess I’m supposed to be here.’ ”

Rollins was achieving all this while in the grip of a ravaging heroin addiction. He spent much of 1952 at Rikers Island for armed robbery and returned in 1954 on a parole violation. Decades later, an unnamed musician told the New Yorker of Rollins: “That heroin had him so desperate that if he got his hands on your instrument it would end up in the pawnshop.”

During a recording session with Charlie Parker, Rollins told “Broken Record,” he insisted to the older sax player that he had kicked heroin—but Parker soon discovered the truth. Looking at Parker, Rollins said, he could tell “how destroyed he was, how despondent he was,” since Parker, well-known to have been a heroin user, felt responsible for the many younger musicians who had emulated him and gotten hooked themselves. “It was killing him,” Rollins said. “I saw that at the session.” So Rollins vowed to get clean to remove some of that burden from his hero. In 1955, he spent several months at the U.S. Narcotic Farm, also known as the Lexington Narcotic Farm, a government rehab facility in Lexington, Ky.

Re-emerging, Rollins joined the Clifford Brown-Max Roach Quintet in Chicago, a group whose chemistry and groundbreaking hard-bop style exhilarated Rollins—but which dissolved out from under him in 1956, when Brown and pianist Richie Powell were killed in a car accident. Aidan Levy’s 2022 biography “Saxophone Colossus” describes Rollins weeping when he got the news. “All I could do was go back to my hotel room and practice all night long,” Rollins said. “I was so stunned that at first it did not seem real and the only way to deal with it was to practice.”

Returning to New York, Rollins continued what the Guardian would later call “an astonishing creative breakout,” recording 10 albums in 1956 alone, most of them under his own name. These included “Saxophone Colossus,” which contained his most famous composition, the calypso tune “St. Thomas.” “Way Out West,” in 1957, was the first album in which Rollins, having felt constrained by piano players in the past, made the unconventional choice to record as a stripped-down trio: just sax, bass and drums. “A Night at the Village Vanguard,” another trio record, came out later the same year.

In 1958, he released “Freedom Suite,” an album crowned by its nearly 20-minute title track and its manifesto-like liner notes—one of the earliest, definitive protests against racial injustice to rise out of the jazz world. Rollins wrote: “America is deeply rooted in Negro culture: its colloquialisms; its humor; its music. How ironic that the Negro, who more than any other people can claim America’s culture as his own, is being persecuted and repressed….”

Miles Davis, in his autobiography, referred to Rollins around this time as being “a legend, almost a god to a lot of the younger musicians.” In the inaugural issue of Jazz Review, in 1958, critic Gunther Schuller described Rollins as a central figure in a new movement to approach improvisation as an act of spontaneous composition, taking flight into cohesive and structurally sophisticated music, rather than just successions of licks.

Rollins, Schuller wrote, was the single best example of how “discipline and thought do not necessarily result in cold or unswinging music.” No one, he added, “is more passionate in his musical expression than Sonny Rollins.” 

Burned out in India

Rollins stepped away from music and fame a second time at the end of the 1960s, feeling burned out. “I went to India, and had no idea whether I would ever play the saxophone professionally again,” he explained. This self-imposed exile lasted about two years. Rollins had gotten deep into yoga years earlier, but now a teacher he encountered at an ashram in India insisted that jazz was his true spiritual path—that “I would be bringing joy to people,” Rollins told Yoga Journal, and “That was a proper way to live.”

Rollins had always presented as an eccentric—and never a shallow one. In 1959, he had sported a mohawk to honor Native Americans. He was known for taking decidedly corny-seeming songs that no other serious player would touch—“I’m an Old Cowhand,” “There’s No Business Like Show Business”—and blowing aggressive, braying solos over them, forging them into legitimate jazz.

In 2024, critic Sam V.H. Reese edited a selection of Rollins’s notebooks from the first decades of his career—diaries that revealed him as a rigorous self-improver, experimenting with his diet, embarking on exercise regimens and restricting his lust, facing “the startling and intriguing reality that there is within me a force working hard for my own destruction,” he wrote. (The Journal called the book “as valuable in creative insight as Emerson’s journals, van Gogh’s letters and Baudelaire’s ‘Late Fragments.’ ”)

And as Rollins aged, he would remain a voracious seeker, with interests that expanded into Zen Buddhism, martial arts, Kabbalah, the esoteric 17th-century tradition of Rosicrucianism, reincarnation and Egyptology. As a musician, the sounds escaping his horn seemed to rise from some far larger, internal furnace of intellectual and spiritual restlessness. His goal, he wrote in one notebook entry, was “the instantaneous creation of music—an unbroken link from thought to thing—immediately—at once—intelligently—but with emotion.” Or, as he put it to NPR: “The music is supposed to be playing me.”

In the 1986 documentary “Saxophone Colossus,” critic Francis Davis said of Rollins: “Playtime for us, is work time for him. We just go to enjoy his concerts. To him, it means something else. Something much greater seems to be at stake.”

The film includes footage of an outdoor performance at the Opus 40 sculpture park in upstate New York. Pacing the stage in the throes of one lengthy, unaccompanied solo, Rollins leaps recklessly—and accidentally clears the edge of the stage, landing many feet below on a stone floor.

The camera refinds him immobilized, flat on his back; the landing had broken his heel.

After a long tense pause, and without getting up, Rollins resumes the solo.

Playing with the Stones

In 1981, Pearson talked Rollins into accepting an invitation by the Rolling Stones to play on their “Tattoo You” album, including on the hit “Waiting for a Friend.” But Rollins remained dismissive of the band, telling the New York Times decades later that he regarded the Stones’ music as a flimsy simulacra of work by Black artists. As for Mick Jagger, he said, “I don’t think he understood what I was doing, and I didn’t understand what he was doing.

He became progressively less interested in recording during the second half of his life, focusing his still-prodigious energy almost exclusively on performance. “I got afraid of the recording studio. I got a phobia,” he told NPR in 2014. 

His last studio album, “Sonny, Please,” came out in 2006. He continued to release many live albums, however. One of the most notable, “Without a Song: The 9/11 Concert,” was recorded in Boston four days after the attack on the World Trade Center. Rollins and Pearson’s Tribeca apartment was six blocks from the towers and, after evacuating, they moved full-time to their house in Germantown, N.Y. In 2013, nine years after Pearson’s death, Rollins moved to Woodstock. “What I like most about my new house is that I’m left alone,” he told the Journal.

Rollins won his second Grammy, for Best Instrumental Solo, for a track on “Without a Song.” He also received a lifetime achievement award in 2004. Among his other honors were the 2007 Polar Music Prize, the Kennedy Center Honors and a National Medal of Arts from President Obama in 2011. 

The following year, Rollins played his final show and officially retired in 2014. Throughout his career, chronic dental problems had impacted his playing, but now pulmonary fibrosis had made playing impossible. He called this severing “traumatic.” Twenty years earlier, he had told “Fresh Air” that his horn was so fully a part of him that he would feel physically ill if he went a few days without playing. But eventually, Rollins claimed to have made his peace with that absence, telling the New York Times in 2020, “I realized that instead of lamenting and crying, I should be grateful for the fact that I was able to do music all of my life.”

Rollins had never been perceived to be the single most influential or glamorous artist of his generation but, as he gradually outlived all of his most accomplished contemporaries, his genius came into even sharper relief. As Rollins hit 85, 90, and then kept going, he came to be seen as the last man standing from, arguably, jazz’s most legendary era—and he was venerated accordingly by younger musicians and critics.

In this sense, his final years were spent standing all alone again. This time, he was the bridge.

Happy Birthday Shelly Manne [1920-1984]

 Happy Birthday to The Man!

This was my first Shelly Manne recording and also my introduction to Jazz on the West Coast. The tune was written by Johnny Mandel and features Stu Williamson, trumpet, Charlie Mariano, alto sax, Russ Freeman, piano and Leroy Vinnegar on bass.

Calling All Jazz Educators - Single Subject Specialty Courses

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Each of the 18 Readers that are available as paperbacks an eBooks through Amazon would make an excellent textbook upon which to base a single subject specialty course [scroll sidebar of this blog for a list of titles].

The books could form the basis for a Close Reading Approach which is sometimes referred to as The Three Read Method:

1. FIRST READ [Gist and Comprehension] Read the article through to get a basic understanding.

2. SECOND READ [Details] Re-read while looking for answers to prepare questions which the instructor distributes as the class assignment.

3. THIRD READ [Analysis and Evaluation] Discuss the answers to the prepared questions as a class and amplify with recorded examples of the Jazz style or musician under discussion.

You can use the Mulligan, Brubeck, Kenton or Shelly Manne anthologies as the basis for a single subject specialty course or the three volumes on West Coast Jazz, or the individual volumes on Jazz saxophone, piano or trumpet.

Scroll the sidebar of the JazzProfiles blog for the Table of Contents for each volume.

I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you might have about using the Close Reading Approach directly.

The great thing about each of the articles and interviews in the Readers is that they can be read in about 15-20 minutes which leaves plenty of time for reflection, analysis and discussion.

In Review - The Gerry Mulligan Concert Band - Rick Barton [From the Archives]

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This article appeared in the Wednesday, June 14, 1961 edition of Jazz News, a British publication not to be confused with the current London Jazz Newsletter.

It is a very early review of Gerry Mulligan’s Concert Jazz Band performing in an iconic Jazz setting - Birdland - “The Jazz Corner of the World” and as such, I wanted it posted to this page so as to include it in the blog’s growing archive of articles on this significant orchestra which, had it continued to exist, might have “compared to Basie's or Duke's,” to paraphrase the a part of the quotation by drummer Mel Lewis that closes this review.

Of course, the Concert Jazz Band’s legacy is still found to this day in the sounds and souls of the Vanguard Jazz Orchestra with some stops through the Thad Jones- Mel Lewis Band along the way.

Based in the UK, Mr. Barton uses English spelling.

“In an oddly-situated cellar, between 51st and 52nd Streets on Broadway, right in the heart of New York, is the 'Jazz Corner of the World,' Birdland                                           

At first It looks like any other nightclub, a large square room ('square' geometrically speaking, that is!) with a bar, chairs, tables, waiters and all the other necessities of the trade. The unique features of Birdland are however Pee Wee Marquette, the M.C. and host, and the Bull-Pen.

The Bull-Pen is a unique feature, a moderately sized enclosure set up to cater for the non-drinking audience. Here, for the price of admission alone, the fans young and old, who don't care or cannot afford to drink, can just sit and listen to the most exciting sounds in jazz..

It was to these surroundings that Gerry Mulligan, making his first appearance at Birdland with the group, brought his Concert Jazz Band. This is the second year of the band's existence, and since making its New York debut at Basin Street East last November, the band has acquired a great deal more polish, while still retaining the freshest, swinging big band sound around today.

This is a band with a wealth of soloists, and a list of writers and arrangers that reads like a 'Who's Who’ of modern jazz, Johnny Mandel, Bill Holman, Phil Sunkel, Duke Ellington, and of course from the band itself, Mulligan, Brookmeyer, Quill, Cohn and Nick Travis. 

The line-up reads as follows: 

Trumpets: Clark Terry, Nick Travis, Don Ferrara.

Trombones: Bob Brookmeyer (valve), Willie Dennis (slide), Allen Raph (bass).

Saxes:   Bob   Donovan,   Gene   Quill (altos), Al Cohn (tenor), Mulligan, Gene  Allen  (baritone). 

Bass: Bill Crow. 

Mel Lewis: drums 

I entered the club halfway through the first set. The band was just starting Johnny Mandel's 'I Want to Live.' This was a forceful interpretation

of the movie’s main theme, with Terry, Cohn and Mulligan taking short solos.,

The last number of this set was Ellington's 'I'm Gonna Go Fishin' again with Mulligan and Terry doing most of the soloing. This is a fast number,, with 'both men ' showing touches of their own particular brand of humour as they trade choruses each elaborating on what has gone before.

The Toshiko-Mariano Quartet reviewed in a recent newsletter, then took over for thirty minutes.

A fast swinging Bob Brookmeyer arrangement of 'Broadway',' a tune from-the old Basie book, opened the second set. Mulligan took the first solo, eyes closed, shoulders hunched, seeming to bite off short punching phrases. He was followed by Gene Quill's alto. Mulligan stepped down to the piano and accompanied Al Cohn's driving tenor, before coming back to the stand to join Brookmeyer in a jumping duet to climax the number.

This was greeted with warm applause. Gerry grinned delightedly and counted, off the next number, one of his own arrangements, 'Motel.' This was a band feature, the sections completely and aptly integrated, with short Gene Quill, Brookmeyer and Mulligan solos towards the end.

The final number of this set was 'Five Brothers' a Mulligan original, arranged by Brookmeyer. All the soloists were featured, Bill Crow taking his first solo of the night, and Mel Lewis finishing the set with an exhibition of crisp drumming.

The band was a trifle slow returning to the stand, something Pee Wee, our exuberant host, was quick to tell them, referring to Mulligan as 'The Redhead.' This set began in a mellow mood, with a ballad arrangement of 'Django's Castle' by Brookmeyer. The next number was 'Tailor' a showcase for the talents of Mel Lewis, fast and swinging, allowing Lewis to display his imaginative, often humorous drumming, always tasteful and swinging.

A salute to Miles Davis came next, with a number appropriately 'Miles High.' This was a band feature, with Mulligan swinging along with the band, obviously enjoying every minute of it, a feeling he manages to communicate to everyone present.

A friend in the audience requested 'My Funny Valentine' and Gerry obliged with one of the finest performances of a standard he helped to popularise I have ever heard. Accompanied by bass and drums, this was the only tune of the evening to have a Mulligan Quartet feeling, using the band only for the last chorus.

The final number for the night, of course, was the band's theme — 'Utter Chaos', which featured all the soloists.

This, then, is the Mulligan Concert Jazz Band, a big, exciting, swinging band, one in which the musicians understand and complement each other. The soloists have a fluency and continuity which one would expect from jazz men of their stature. This is a band that listens to what each man is trying to say, and gives its support to him. Listening is extremely important in a band that plays each number differently each time, changing tempi, and adding personal twists to suit the man or section leading.'          

Most of all, this is a happy band, believing in its future and one that is prepared to make sacrifices; in order to share that future. Mel Lewis, who made the Kenton '56 tour of Britain, has left his family and a steady job on the coast to join the band. Since January, Mel has flown back and forth four times to see his family and do various recording dates. Brookmeyer, who is to Gerry what Marshall Royal is to Basie, left his own very successful group, to once again become a sideman with the band. Nick Travis left a comfortable job on the Jack Paar TV show to join Gerry.

I spoke to Mel Lewis about this feeling the boys have for the band and for Gerry and. he. said: 'This is a really good band. It swings, and it gives you a freedom no other band does to play as you want to. The boys think that this could be a band you might one day compare to Basie's or Duke's. We would all like to see it reach that standard, and I feel sure that it will.'"

- Rick Barton.

Clifford In California

 

Clifford Brown on The Left Coast: The Origins of the Max Roach - Clifford Brown Quintet ;From the Archives]

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“Rumsey's real coup, however, was in bringing bebop legend Max Roach to the club as Manne's replacement. For the next several months Roach served as the unlikely drum-keeper of the Lighthouse flame — a period that proved exciting not only for inimitable percussion work, but also for Roach's many friends who sat in with the band. "When Max Roach came in from New York to take over Shelly Manne's drum chair," Rumsey relates, "he drove up with Charles Mingus and Miles Davis in the car with him."' Roach's arrival signaled a reversal of compass points from west to east. During the drummer's brief tenure, the Lighthouse hosted some of the brightest jazz stars from the East Coast scene. Rumsey continues:

Miles was just starting to play again after a long sabbatical back home in St. Louis. He hung around for a while, stayed at my home for a week, and did a couple of guest shots at the club. . . . Mingus never played bass for me, but he sat in several times as intermission pianist. As for Max, he set the whole town on fire. Out of his stint I developed long-lasting friendships: Dizzy, Sarah Vaughan, Charlie Parker. …”

- Ted Gioia, West Coast Jazz: Modern Jazz in California 1945-1960

Max Roach came to California in the fall of 1953 to replace Shelly Manne as drummer with Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All-Stars.

He arrived by car with Miles Davis, who, due to his heroin addiction, was looking for a change of venue, and bassist Charles Mingus, who was originally from Los Angeles.

At the time, Max and Mingus were business partners as co-owners of the Debut recording label which they left in the capable hands of Mingus’ wife Celia who remained in New York to oversee its operation while they sojourned to what geocentric New Yorkers disparagingly refer to as “The Left Coast”.

Many Jazz fans are not aware that one of the forerunners of the Hard Bop style of Jazz - the Max Roach - Clifford Brown Quintet - a style of Jazz usually associated with New York City - had its origins in sunny, southern California

In his definitive treatment of West Coast Jazz: Modern Jazz in California 1945-1960 [pp. 308-311], Ted Gioia offers the following narrative about how the Max Roach - Clifford Brown Quintet became a reality, albeit, tragically, a short-lived one.

“Despite his growing reputation as the outstanding exponent of modern jazz drumming, Roach had been working almost exclusively as a sideman. He had recorded as a leader for Debut—the label he had founded with Charles Mingus—but, by his own admission, had not yet "got seriously involved in bandleading." In California, he was asked by jazz impresario Gene Norman to start a group of his own. Promised an extended booking at the California Club, Roach agreed to form a quintet. His next move was to send for a young trumpeter from back east named Clifford Brown. These two musicians, one already famous in the jazz world and the other soon to be so, were about to become the most prominent members in one of the finest — if not the best — jazz combos of the early 1950s.

Brown's work in jazz was as striking for its architectonic structure as for its emotional immediacy. And this quest for order was as much a part of Clifford's life as it was integral to his music. Studies of highly gifted youngsters have revealed that in three areas of human endeavor — music, mathematics, and chess — talent becomes apparent at an especially young age. Clifford Brown's biography (as well as those of many other jazz musicians) substantiates the view that these three highly structured ways of seeing the universe may be correlated. Brown showed early ability in all three disciplines. Born in Wilmington, Delaware, on October 30, 1930, he revealed, first and foremost, a prodigious musical talent. In addition to quickly mastering the trumpet, which he began in his early teens, he pursued studies in piano and arranging while still in high school. When he entered Delaware State College, he started as a mathematics major, only switching to music after transferring to Maryland State. Brown's complementary skills as a chess player have been attested to by, among others, his bandmate Max Roach. And Roach should know: He was a fine player in his own right, who made the all-city chess team when still back in Brooklyn. By his late teens, Brown's career as a promising musician had come to overshadow these subsidiary interests. Even so, the ordered universe of mathematics and chess may have found its way into the trumpeter's music. At its best, his playing combined the raw passion of jazz with the precision and logic of composed music.

In a macabre foreshadowing. Brown was injured in an automobile accident in June 1950. For almost a year his promising musical career was placed on hold. His comeback was slow at first, and his first record date, with Chris Powell and His Blue Flames, did not take place until March 1952, almost two years after the accident. Only six weeks later, however, Brown was back in the studio again, this time with a much finer band consisting of Lou Donaldson, Elmo Hope, Percy Heath, and Philly Joe Jones. From this point until his tragic early death in a second auto accident in June 1956, Brown would record and perform regularly with the finest musicians in jazz. His few recordings are among the most important jazz legacies from the 1950s.

By the time of his fateful journey to California, he had already impressed many with his precocious skills on the trumpet. Both Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie were strong supporters of the young musician: Parker's glowing recommendation had convinced Art Blakey to add Brownie to his band for a brief period earlier in 1954, while Gillespie had been among the first to tell Max Roach about the extraordinary talent of this future colleague. In addition to these illustrious connections, Brown had already gained valuable experience recording and playing with Tadd Dameron, Lionel Hampton, J. J. Johnson, and Gigi Gryce. These early sideman sessions, as well as a few dates as a leader from this period, demonstrated that Brown had already achieved a mature, poised style and a polished virtuosity well before his twenty-third birthday.

Perhaps the most striking element of this provocative trumpet style was Brown's distinctive sound. When many aspiring bop trumpeters were willing to sacrifice tonal clarity in order to play fast, Brown proved that it was possible to have it both ways: One could (or at least Brown could) play complex, rapid-fire melodic lines while still maintaining a warm, well-rounded tone. Building on the legacy of Fats Navarro, Brown could boast of the purest, cleanest sound of any of the young bebop trumpeters.

One could well imagine Brown playing the classical trumpet repertoire — much as Wynton Marsalis would do a generation later — without having to alter his basic musical conception. (Nor is it a coincidence that Marsalis's earliest jazz work showed the strong influence of Clifford Brown. Brown was the perfect role model for this latter-day master of both the classical and jazz idioms.) This keen sense of sound provided the foundation for Brown's other musical virtues: his melodic creativity, his speed of execution, his sense of phrasing and dynamics.

The Brown/Roach group was perhaps the strongest working jazz band of its day, the ensembles of Parker and Gillespie notwithstanding. At first, however, the personnel of the band underwent a number of changes. Roach's initial choice for the saxophone chair. Sonny Stitt, made the trip out west with Brown, only to leave the band after a few weeks. Stitt's replacement was Teddy Edwards, a powerful tenorist who had made a name for himself on recordings with Howard McGhee and Dexter Gordon a few years before. Edwards was playing in the San Francisco area during the summer of 1954 but returned to Southern California when Roach asked him to finish out the group's engagement at the California Club. … “

Although Edwards did not remain with the group when it went on the road a short while later—by then Harold Land had taken his place— he participated in the group's first recording for Gene Norman. … , by the time the Brown/Roach group returned to the studio in early August, the side-men had changed to the very successful combination of Harold Land, Richie Powell, and George Morrow.

In the interim, Brown had participated in a very different session for Richard Bock's Pacific label. Tenor saxophonist Jack Montrose was called in as an arranger and proceeded to create a distinctive setting for Brownie's horn, one very different from the hard bop orientation of the Roach group. Montrose's tight, medium-groove arrangements were typical of the "West Coast sound," but to counterbalance this tendency toward the cool, Montrose wisely drew on some of the more hard-swinging musicians in the area to complement Brown's energetic style. Zoot Sims and Bob Gordon both proved to be compatible front-line foils for the young trumpeter.”

These Pacific Jazz recordings by the Roach - Brown 5tet are included in Clifford Brown: The Complete Blue Note and Pacific Jazz Recordings [CDP 7243 8 34195 2 4] for which its producer, Michael Cuscuna provided the following notes about Brownie and the tracks he cut for Pacific Jazz.

“It was just four years. One presidential term. The interval between Olympic contests. No time at all. Virtually everything we know about trumpeter Clifford Brown — who at age 26 was killed on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, in an accident that also claimed the life of pianist Richie Powell — comes from what he recorded in one incredibly narrow four-year window.

Of course Brown's storybook transformation took a bit longer: In less than a decade, he went from semi-unknown to jazz royalty, from student to master stylist. With the methodical dedication of a professional athlete, he established himself on the jazz scene of his hometown, Wilmington, Delaware, and then nearby Philadelphia, and then the world. Before he'd finished his first year of college, the network of musicians on the East Coast were buzzing about this unusually proficient young talent—Charlie Parker was so enamored, he told Art Blakey not to bother bringing a trumpet player to a gig in Philadelphia. How quickly did Brown ascend? One year he was making his recording debut with R&B bandleader Chris Powell and his Blue Flames, the next he was doing sessions with established

bebop trombonist Jay Jay Johnson and leading a date that featured MJQ pianist John Lewis, By 1954, when the Downbeat critics poll identified him as the new trumpet star, he was already co-leading the group with Max Roach that ushered in and helped delineate the bebop-derived music that became known as hard bop. Two years later, he was dead. Jazz artists traditionally expect to get a few years to develop; Duke Ellington, Sonny Rollins, Miles Davis and others established their musical identities over decades. Listening to Clifford, any Clifford, it's obvious he never counted on that. Every solo was the one for the books. His phrases carried an irrepressible fight-to-the-finish urgency, and his tone practically demanded attention. A mathematician and chess player, he cared about clarity more than any jumble of notes. He did develop in the short duration of his recording career, but even his early solos sound poised, carefully thought-out, complete.

Everyone who heard Clifford Brown in the early '50s remembers him being fully ready, even as a very young man. Jimmy Heath, active in Philadelphia jazz at the time, says he can still hear the way "this shy kid" sounded when Brown sat in with Heath's group at Wilmington's Two Spot in the late '40s: "He came in and wiped everybody out. He was already polished. It was pretty unexpected coming from this gentle introverted person."

It is this unexpectedly wise-beyond-his-years attitude that makes "early" Clifford Brown—the first few years of his recording career, as opposed to the last few—so important. These discs, which collect his contributions to Blue Note as both sideman and leader, suggest new angles from which to view this firebrand. They're the oft-overlooked back pages of a man who's influenced everyone who followed him in jazz trumpet. More than footnotes, they're the stuff he recorded in the midst of building his reputation, and as such, they capture an artist laying the foundation, developing the vocabulary, and beginning to test the limits. Like many who sought to utilize the language of bebop, he worked out on its difficult slalom courses nightly, and understood that mistakes were part of the cost of doing business. If 1955 and '56 represent Brown's mature zenith, then 1953 and '54 were his crucial formative time, a period of explosive growth and near-constant financial worries. Brown could scarcely afford to turn down work, as the critics understood: writing about Brown's first date as a leader (disc one, known as the Clifford Brown Memorial Album), Down Beat's Nat Hentoff ended his 4-star rave by announcing "Brownie has really arrived; now let's hope he can get some steady gigs."

In 1953, the Blue Note stable was a logical point of entry for jazzmen in pursuit of steady work. After signing Thelonious Monk in 1947. the label somehow missed bebop's other pioneers, and played catch-up by documenting the work of a large group of younger, bop-influenced players. The leaders changed depending on the day, but the quality of musicianship and the spirit of the sessions remained consistently high. It made sense for an emerging artist like Clifford Brown, then just entering the close-knit circuit of New York musicians, to get a call from Blue Note. Alto saxophonist Lou Donaldson, who co-led a June 9 session with Clifford that was the trumpeter's first appearance on the label, remembers the atmosphere this way: "Everybody was real compatible, both personally and musically. It just happened that in New York at that time, there were a lot of like-minded musicians — situations where it almost didn't matter who you got, everybody could play."

By the time Brown got his first call to record, he could certainly play. Born in Wilmington on October 30, 1930, he became fascinated by the look of a trumpet his father, a multi-instrumentalist, had around the house. He started playing at age 13, when his father bought him his own horn. While in junior high, he studied music with Robert Lowery, a musician whose clinics and jazz band rehearsals were well-known in the community. Lowery remembers Brownie as a "serious" student: "He really wanted to get out of it everything he could, that's why he stood out more. Not right off the bat, after he learned exactly how to hear. I have a method, and when you learn that method you can actually hear what you're going to play. He got it."

Marcus Belgrave, who followed Brown through Lowery's classes, often heard Clifford practice. "When he played, everything was scientifically laid out. He was into writing ideas down, he would always tell me to write things down. He'd play everything through the keys." Belgrave remembers that even after Brown began playing jazz gigs, he'd still show up at this weekly community marching band whenever he could. "I asked him why he bothered to show up to play these circus-type tunes, and he said "I like all kinds of music," and from that point on, I delved into everything I could get my hands on. That one thing he said really turned me around."

By the dawn of bebop. Brown had already identified his inspiration: He loved the crisp articulation and intricate phrases of the ill-fated trumpeter Fats Navarro, Max Roach recalled that in every interview situation, Brown would always mention Navarro first. He met his idol in 1949, on a gig in Philadelphia, and was encouraged by the bebop master, who died the next year from tuberculosis that was complicated by narcotics addiction. After attracting the attention of Dizzy Gillespie and others, Brown then had his own trouble: He was in a car accident in June 1950, and spent most of the year in the hospital, recovering. Among his visitors was Gillespie.

When he was back in action, he played with Bud Powell in Philadelphia, then with bandleader Chris Powell (no relation), and then in 1953, landed a job with Tadd Dameron's band playing the summer season in Atlantic City. That summer he also managed to record twice—with Jay Jay Johnson and in his first date as a leader. In the fall of that year, he did a European tour with Lionel Hampton's band, where he met, among others, the trumpeter and arranger Quincy Jones—who contributed some compositions to his first date, and supervised some recordings Brown made while in Europe with Hampton. In November, Brown found himself in New York, employed by Art Blakey; the two Live At Birdland discs were recorded in February 1954, and featured future Jazz Messenger Horace Silver on piano.

Later that year, Max Roach, who was leading a group at the Lighthouse, flew East to propose a partnership. Brown accepted, and that summer, the group worked the L.A. circuit while Brown was engaged by producer Richard Bock  play on a West Coast-style date—the Jazz Immortal Featuring Zoot Sims session found on disc two. A week later, the Brown/Roach band hit the studio, and one of the great Synergies of jazz was born: From the summer of '54 until Brown's death in '56, there was no band that more skillfully combined the breakneck tempos and harmonic excitement of bebop with more relaxed and musical textures that would become hard bop. (This music, as well as Brown's later solo records, is chronicled on the 10-CD set Brownie: The Complete EmArcy Recordings Of Clifford Brown, issued in 1989.)

Brown had a few advantages over some of his peers. He was a disciplined man—his wife, LaRue Brown Watson, remembers squeezing in time with Clifford between his practice sessions. He was also drug-free at a time when musicians leaned on narcotics the way baseball players rely on chewing tobacco. Says Lou Donaldson: "Back then, a lot of guys were strung out. But Clifford was strong. There was nothing to get in his way. He was powerful, the guy who could play all night and never split a note."

Brown was a leader well before he became a bandleader. He led with his instrument, with his innate ability to place phrases so they'd sting, or caress. He had enviable command of the instrument, but was no mere button-pusher; his strength was the rare ability to give technically demanding passages a human heart. He announced himself with terse fanfares — he had a knack for starting his solos with phrases that snapped listeners to attention — yet never relied solely on the herculean feats. Trumpet players gush in admiration over his gifts: Belgrave said that at one point, he had to stop listening to Clifford Brown, because Brown "made you feel so inadequate you'd want to put your horn in the trash." Art Farmer, already somewhat established on the scene at that time, said much the same thing in an interview shortly after Brown's death: "...He was such a sweet and warm human being, I was forced to like him even though he made things very difficult for me as a trumpet player."

Brown emulated a few Navarro-isms, most notably the beboppers' articulation. Where most trumpet players grouped their thoughts by Slurring notes together, Brown, like Navarro before him, used his tongue more frequently, creating clipped, machine-gun lines in which every note was crisply delineated. For Wynton Marsalis, this remains one of Brown's signatures: "It's real hard to play the trumpet and tongue that much," Marsalis says. "That was the way he phrased. If you play a Charlie Parker solo on the trumpet, it sounds like Clifford. He had them fingers, too."

Brown also possessed an unerring knack for drama. With one off-balance phrase or a sudden reversal of direction, he could suggest sweeping mood changes; where many musicians operated at one volume, he'd establish a quiet mood, then abandon it in favor of a celebratory shout. Saxophonist Benny Golson, who worked with Brown in Dameron's band, admired the trumpeter's control of resources, particularly on ballads: "He could change from a meek lamb, musically, into a fierce tiger. He could play the bottom, top, loud, soft; he was playing the whole instrument."

Not incidentally, these elements of his musical personality helped non-musicians respond to what Brownie did on the bandstand. Jimmy Heath tells the story of a gig he played with Clifford at Spider Kelly's club in Philadelphia. "It was a little place on Mole St., near Market, and a woman who was completely out of her head, you know intoxicated, came up to the bandstand after the set. We'd been playing all the bebop heads we heard Dizzy and them play, and this lady comes up and says “I don't know what it is that you guys are playing, but you" — and she points right at Clifford — "are playing the hell out of it." Clifford had his head bowed in his usual humble way, and we were laughing. She didn't know what it was, but she knew he was doing it well."

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“The last eight tracks on disc two come from the summer of 1954, when Brown met up with Max Roach and they were beginning to work in Los Angeles. Producer Richard Bock proposed a West Coast-style four-horn session featuring Clifford, with arrangements by Jack Montrose; Clifford, always looking for new challenges, agreed to it. Montrose remembers spending day and night with Clifford: "Art Pepper and I had a group that was playing opposite Brown and Roach at the Tiffany Club. For a couple of weeks there, I would go to his hotel room during the day and go over his tunes, and then we'd play at night." Montrose says he worked up charts on a few Brownie originals—"Daahoud," "Joy Spring," "Tiny Capers," "Bones For Jones"—and then was told by Bock to write arrangements for "Blueberry Hill" and "Gone With The Wind." "I don't think they were Clifford's choice, so I had to make something good out of them." Montrose also had to bridge the stylistic difference between Brown's searing-hot mode of operation and the more laid-back West Coast style. This was another challenge, Montrose recalls: "It wasn't the kind of thing he'd been into— everything he'd played had more fire. But his tunes were terrific, and everybody was surprised by how warm he was. I think he was less hung up by the style than by the fact he'd never played with those musicians before. But he got over that. It was a really happy date."

What was most striking for her, LaRue Brown Watson says, was the way Clifford was able to keep the different styles separate. "This was something so totally different from anything that he had ever done or would do again. I always thought it was strange that he could go into the studio during the daytime and play the kind of music that came out of Pacific Jazz, and at night turn around and play something totally different with Max."

As Michael concludes: “These moments and others, are not just the work of a clever button-pusher. They’re the product of a true thinker, an artist who was serious about communicating through his improvisations.”