Showing posts with label Art Blakey. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 12, 2022

Art Blakey and Muscle Jazz [From The Archives]

 © -Steven Cerra, copyright protected; all rights reserved.


“Art Blakey was one of jazz's staunchest advocates throughout his long life in the music. The little speech he would deliver at the end of every set may have sounded mawkish to some, but there was no doubting the sincerity of his commitment to its sentiments. For Blakey, jazz really was the greatest art form ever developed in America, delivered from the Creator through the musician to the people, and he was always happy to repeat what seemed to him the self-evident facts of the matter, as in this extract from an interview with this writer in 1987.


‘Jazz is just music, that's all. This is what we like to do, this is what we like to play. Charlie Parker, and Dizzy, and Monk, guys like that, they took the music to a higher level of performance, to the highest level of performance on a musical instrument, and it's spiritual music, where the audience have a part to play as well, they're not excluded from the music. The music comes from the Creator to the musicians, and the musicians play to the audience, they don't play down to them. You have to present something to the people, you can't just do anything.’


What Blakey presented to the people for the best part of nearly fifty productive years in music was the quintessential hard bop band, The Jazz Messengers. He built the band on a solid foundation acquired in the decades when swing transmuted into bebop, and persevered with the music through some barren years before seeing a resurgent interest during the last years of his life in the form he did so much to define.”
- Kenny Mathieson, Cookin’: Hard Bop and Soul Jazz, 1954-1965


“Cette confidence est la clé de toute l'œuvre d'Art. La force de la communauté noire, c'est sa foi. Jouer de la musique constituera donc toujours pour Art l'occasion d'affirmer cette foi. Le batteur se forgera ainsi une force intérieure inébranlable grâce à une vie spirituelle riche. Et cette vision du monde, qui marie la musique et la religion habitera le musicien tout au long de sa vie. C'est pourquoi il se considérera toujours comme porteur d'un message divin -lui n'étant qu'un modeste intermédiaire, une simple « porte battante » entre le monde terrestre et l'univers céleste.”


“This confidence is the key to the whole work of Art. The strength of the black community is its faith. Playing music will therefore always be an opportunity for Art to affirm this faith. The drummer will forge a unshakable inner strength through a rich spiritual life. And this vision of the world, which combines music and religion, will inhabit the musician throughout his life. That is why he will always regard himself as the bearer of a divine message - a modest intermediary, a simple "swinging door" between the earthly world and the heavenly universe.”
- Georges Paczynski, Une Histoire de la Batterie de Jazz


The young drummer never "trained." He made a virtue of being self-taught, often saying that study might inhibit natural responses to music, not an unusual attitude among instinctive players. Blakey confidently relied totally on his instincts. Intense and always curious, he learned the craft by listening to musicians in Pittsburgh and, later, was particularly attentive on the road and after he got to New York. …


“What Art Blakey did with all he learned from others is central to his story. How he shaped music and made it sing and swing grew out of his focus on accompaniment and support of a band and individual players. He didn't aspire to be a transcendental soloist, as many others did when he was coming along.


What pleased him most, early and later on, was that musicians asked for him — in clubs, concerts, and on record dates — because of what he could do for them and the music. Though he was more ego-driven after becoming widely known, Blakey was essentially an unselfish player—one who even asked his colleagues, particularly if they were new to him, what and how they wanted him to play.”
- Burt Korall, Drummin Men: The Heartbeat of Jazz - The Bebop Years:


“I hear an element of Art Blakey in almost every drummer. He remains a great influence to this day.”
- Rudy van Gelder, iconic recording engineer


Nobody has ever played Jazz drums like Art Blakey.


Power and passion were his bywords. He didn’t play the drums, he exploded them.  Every time he played a press roll, I thought the walls were going to cave in.


What he laid down on the drum kit sounded complicated, but it wasn’t. If you were a drummer, you didn’t study Art’s technique.  But, if you listened to him with your heart and mind open, you learned how to engage your emotions in the music and how to propel the swing that makes Jazz cook.


Art Blakey was all about RHYTHM.


Muscle Jazz would be an apt description for the style of Jazz that Art favored as he led his Jazz Messengers through a 35 year excursion of the World of Hard Bop.


Until his death in 1990, Art’s life revolved around two things: Jazz and his religious faith. He brought unremitting zeal and fervor to both.


“To go through life and miss this music - Jazz - would be like missing one of the greatest things about living.”


Art said this often and he led everyday of his musical life as a though it were a musical devotion.


Art Blakey, who was known to many as Abdullah Ibn Buhaina or simply as “Buhaina” or "Bu," remains synonymous with an open, deeply swinging, often searing form of modern jazz.


A small, wiry man, with enviable energy and a strong personality, he played and spoke authoritatively and with unusual freedom.


He was a compulsive storyteller and went on at great length about whatever concerned him, often embroidering the basic theme differently each time around — as he did in his playing.


Music was everything to Blakey. Like his friend and idol Kenny Clarke, he began to live only after he entered music. A native of Pittsburgh, sharing this derivation with Clarke, Billy Eckstine, Earl Hines, Roy Eldridge, Mary Lou Williams, and Dodo Marmarosa, among others, he served his musical apprenticeship in the industrial city, then moved into a wider, more demanding world.


Art was born in 1919. At thirteen, Blakey went on his own so he could help his foster mother. Employed in either the nearby coal mines or the fearsome local steel mills during the day, he played piano in clubs at night. Soon he turned to music full-time. The day jobs were dangerous and low-paying. The clubs were more pleasant: he loved being in the company of musicians, and the money was far better.


Blakey could play piano in a few keys, but he didn't know a quarter note from a baseball. He took his own band into the Ritz, a local club. His "ears" made it easy for him to deal with the music until a top act came in from New York with arrangements. Blakey tried every ruse possible while the band ran the charts down. But it was clear he couldn't do what had to be done.


Erroll Garner, a very young Pittsburgh pianist, was in the house. Even though he wasn't literate in a formal musical sense either, he had fantastic native ability. Immediately upon hearing the music, Garner played what was needed and took Blakey's spot. The club owner, a gangster, who carried extra authority in the form of an angry-looking automatic, said if Blakey wanted to stay, he would have to play drums. And that's how it all started. The year: 1934.


As Burt Korall explains in his seminal Drummin Men: The Heartbeat of Jazz - The Bebop Years: The young drummer never "trained." He made a virtue of being self-taught, often saying that study might inhibit natural responses to music, not an unusual attitude among instinctive players. Blakey confidently relied totally on his instincts. Intense and always curious, he learned the craft by listening to musicians in Pittsburgh and, later, was particularly attentive on the road and after he got to New York.


"Honey Boy" Minor, a local drummer whom many musicians from the area remember, provided valuable insight when it came to playing shows and reaching audiences.


The gifted Kenny Clarke was an inspiration to Blakey from his early days and from then on. Because they had many life and musical experiences in common and grew up in the same sort of economic and psychological circumstances, it wasn't entirely unexpected that their focus and interests as jazz musicians would be so similar.


The drummer who really got inside Blakey — and an entire generation of drummers — was Chick Webb. The centerpiece of his popular Harlem big band, he became a national figure with the help of his communicative singer Ella Fitzgerald before his death in 1939-


Blakey was close to Webb. He worked for him as an aide and valet, always watching, listening, paying close attention to what the drum king said and advised. Webb made it clear to the young drummer that concentration on developing his hands and conception was crucial. He advised Blakey to work on creating his own identity and strongly suggested he lighten up on show business tactics, even though Webb was a top-of-the-line showman.


Sid Catlett also had a major influence on what and how Blakey played. Ray Bauduc, the star of the Ben Pollack and Bob Crosby bands, caught his attention. He admired Bauduc's capacity to swing and what he did for a band. Duke Ellington's Sonny Greer was a factor in his development as well. The Ellington veteran had the sort of adaptability and discipline that Blakey sought to bring to his own playing.


“What Art Blakey did with all he learned from others is central to his story. How he shaped music and made it sing and swing grew out of his focus on accompaniment and support of a band and individual players. He didn't aspire to be a transcendental soloist, as many others did when he was coming along. What pleased him most, early and later on, was that musicians asked for him — in clubs, concerts, and on record dates — because of what he could do for them and the music. Though he was more ego-driven after becoming widely known, Blakey was essentially an unselfish player—one who even asked his colleagues, particularly if they were new to him, what and how they wanted him to play.”


Blakey caught on with the famed composer-arranger-bandleader Fletcher Henderson for the first time in 1939. The following year, he played with a small band headed by Mary Lou Williams, who, after leaving Pittsburgh, made a name as pianist-arranger with the Andy Kirk band. Williams brought Blakey to New York for the first time in 1940. The group played at Kelly's Stable.


Blakey was in and out of the Henderson band until shortly before he joined Billy Eckstine in 1944. During a Henderson tour of the South in the early 1940s, the drummer was involved in a racial incident in Albany, Georgia. A local policeman beat him brutally about the head with a truncheon. The concussion and other injuries stemming from this unprovoked attack made major surgery necessary. A steel plate was placed in Blakey's head.


The drummer left the Henderson band to spend a period of time in Boston with his own group of musicians, playing at the Tic Toe Club and the Ken Club. It was during this interval—late in the spring of 1944—that he was asked to join the Billy Eckstine band at the Plantation Club in St. Louis.

Eckstine and Dizzy Gillespie had the most to do with the concept of the band and who the players would be. Shadow Wilson was Eckstine's first choice for the drum chair. They had been in the Earl Hines band together. Wilson was hired; he made some of the first Eckstine band records for Deluxe. Then he was caught in the draft.


In the first week or two of June 1944 when the band played its initial dates, Eckstine had drummer trouble, big time. Gillespie suggested Blakey, feeling he could solve the band's problems. The drummer had certain basic capacities that appealed to the trumpeter-musical director. Though he hadn't heard him, Eckstine hired Blakey for three basic reasons. He'd been strongly recommended by Gillespie, someone Eckstine respected enormously. The drummer had spent a considerable amount of time with a big band and knew how to handle himself in that context. And Art Blakey was from Eckstine's hometown.


Once again, Blakey learned on the job. Not on intimate terms with the new music, he opened himself to what was happening around him. He became familiar with the twists and turns and initially puzzling sounds and rhythms of bebop. Blakey took risks and made some mistakes. Before long, the sturdy drummer hit his stride. He had the ability to hear and make adjustments, to meet the music head on, involving himself in its demands and possibilities.


Dizzy Gillespie, Blakey's mentor and teacher, brought him around; the often humorous trumpeter could be a stern taskmaster. Gillespie told the drummer what and when to play things and why. Often he would jump up and move over to the drums and sing phrases and rhythms to Blakey.
There is a well-documented story that makes the point best. When Blakey joined the Eckstine band and was just beginning to find his way he arbitrarily inserted a shuffle rhythm into one of the arrangements. Gillespie berated him in front of an audience, as the band continued to play and the dancers moved around the floor. He made it clear that Cozy Cole would have been hired had the band wanted that sort of rhythm.


The meticulous Gillespie did all he could to extract from the young drummer what he knew was there. He encouraged Blakey to play his own responses to the music. And that's what Blakey did. But it wasn't as easy as it seemed from the audience.


The drummer played his way through difficulties. As he noted numerous times in interviews, there was so much happening in the band. Everything moved by so rapidly. Blakey was in the middle of a musical thunderstorm. He had to be a quick study to survive. Fortunately he was a good listener and a fast learner.


The Eckstine band was like a school, filled with high-level, ambitious students, all trying to go in the same direction, all seeking to live up to what they heard around them. Working in the company of such luminaries as Gillespie and Parker, Dexter Gordon and Gene Ammons, Freddie Webster, Fats Navarro, and Miles Davis—for a little while—made for constant pressure and musical challenges.


The recordings do little to mirror the band's impact. The sound is dreadful; the recording studio must have been small and underwater. But the band's loose yet imperious swing and power and the creativity of the players gets through. The Armed Forces Radio broadcasts are a far superior source. You realize how wild, exciting, and inventive this exploratory ensemble could be. In person, it was a killer experience.


Blakey was making a modern statement in a big band—in the process revealing a raw, sometimes frightening talent for modern jazz. Burt Koral: “When I saw and heard him for the first time, I was bewildered, as were several others with training on drums. For those of us who were used to hearing the beat sharply enunciated with little or no embroidery—and we certainly were in the majority in the mid-i940s—Blakey could be infuriating. His vibrating left hand and heavy, active right foot made the beat a bit elusive.

Moreover, he could be terribly sloppy. He moved awkwardly, was lacking in grace. But what came out was often impressive—even if you didn't immediately know why.”


The music was different. Certainly the racial attitudes of the players in the Eckstine band had little in common with what was typical of their older predecessors on the black band scene. Blakey told Cadence editor Bob Rusch: "It was a young band and they weren't going for nothin.' Everybody ... was armed. . . . The war brought about changes."


Though the players were untamed and loved a good time, they were very serious about what they were doing and had to toe the line.


There also was humor and humanity in the hand. Jazz historian and New York radio personality Phil Schaap says: "The guys took pity on Blakey because he had a terrible, ragged-looking drum set. One day they called him into a room and torched his drums as a joke. But in the corner was a brand-new Slingerland kit that they had bought for him."


Blakey felt that the Eckstine band was one of the key experiences of a life filled with great music. The public made the band a going proposition for a while. Young ladies were drawn to Mr. B.'s cavernous baritone voice and film star handsomeness. But the music, beyond what Eckstine sang, could be a bit much for the general audience. The music press had little good to say. "Later journalists and critics described the band as legendary, marvelous," Eckstine told Burt Korall, adding: "While we were trying to make it, they gave us almost no help."


Not only that, the band didn't get the breaks that are so necessary for success. The records were so badly done. The band had few, if any, hotel or location dates with air time — nightly coast-to-coast broadcasts crucial to widely disseminating its message, giving the band an edge. Engagements at New York's Lincoln Hotel, then a base for the Basie band, were promised but never finalized. Places of that stature, which featured coast-to-coast remote broadcasts, could have given Eckstine what he needed. But the Eckstine band had no luck. It offered too much too soon for an audience used to the uniformity of Swing Era bands. Even after all this time, the Eckstine music remains memorable and exciting. It's easy to understand why the visionary bandleader was so bitter about how things turned out.


Like the others in the band, Blakey was a witness and contributor to history. The records document a central, contemporary jazz drum style taking form. Crucial to the feel of the band, Blakey played unforgiving, feelgood pulsation. Tapping out the time on his Chinese cymbal he really cut through to the marrow of the matter. Beyond a vivid, basic foundation, he also consistently offered telling evidence of the potency of his ideas.


Blakey made all the "hits"—the key ensemble accents—backing the band strongly. He shaped and sharpened the configuration of the arrangements. "Bombs"—snare/bass drum combinations—were potently placed. He generally enhanced the impact and interest of the music by deftly employing rhythmic counterpoint, double-timing, triplets, and rolls. A variety of colors enriched the thrusting, undeniable pulse.


Try Gerry Valentine's "Blowing the Blues Away," with "Mr. Dexter" Gordon and "Mr. Gene" Ammons riding a crest stirred up by Blakey. Also "I Stay in the Mood for You," a bluesy ballad featuring Eckstine up front singing, the fizz of boppy trumpet lines—certainly written by Gillespie—and a Dizzy solo.


Even on the slower things, showcasing Eckstine, Blakey keeps you awake and alert, waiting for his next combination of sounds to take you by surprise.
Following the dissolution of the Eckstine band, Blakey made sure the feeling and sound he had lived with for three years would not entirely disappear from his life—at least for a little while. A big band, the 17 Messengers, was formed. Blakey insisted big band experience was important to musicians, because it provided education on several levels and what he often described as "a family atmosphere."


Fats Navarro, Miles Davis, Kenny Dorham, and the Heath Brothers— Jimmy and Percy—were among those involved. Thelonious Monk wrote some material for the ensemble and showed up at rehearsals—generally at Smalls' Paradise in Harlem—to run the band through his compositions. The Messengers rehearsed a good deal but played only a few gigs.


Blakey always said that his association with Thelonious Monk was so very important for his development—as a man and as a musician. "He was responsible for me," the drummer often asserted. The two were very close
friends and saw each other another almost every day. They talked and played together. Monk's son remembers the two being inseparable.

Thelonious Monk, Jr.: “Art was always at the house. His face was the second male face that became familiar to me at the beginning of my life. He was making most of the records with Thelonious. I would see him everywhere— on record dates, on the handstand, at his house and mine.


A quintessential character, he had that rough voice and always was talking a lot of stuff—about this, that, and the other—talking loud, really sounding like the leader of the pack.


When I became a drummer. I learned how to swing from Art Blakey.”




Blakey plays two basic roles: time player and interpreter-commentator. He adds both reason and the unexpected to the music. Using all the elements of the set, snare, tom-toms, the bass drum, the rims, the drums' shells, the cymbals—all parts—the hi-hat cymbals and hi-hat stands, and even the sounds of the drumsticks themselves, he simultaneously defines Monk and himself.


More than almost any other musician, Monk calls on Blakey's capacity for subtlety, thoughtfulness, quiet creativity. You might think this would be a stretch for a generally "bashing" player like Blakey. But it's not.


The trio recordings Blakey made with Monk for Prestige in 1952. and 1954 show how well he could do what was needed. He plays responsively and responsibly. Blakey shows to best advantage on Work, a thirty-two-bar structure. He paints in pastels but remains an underlying rhythmic presence and source of light, provoking accentuation and left-hand commentary.


His solo is one of his best. A triplet figure establishes direction. Derived from a pattern he plays behind Monk before he breaks into the open, it is variated and cleverly developed. His comments emerge out of the music itself, not any form of preconception.


Over a chorus and a half, Blakey builds upon the triplet idea, complicating matters as he goes along, changing the solo's balance and density. The resulting multilayered commentary derives its personality from the rhythms acting on one another and being skillfully linked. Blakey's juggling and juxtaposition of rhythms and his admirable architectural sense make this forty-eight bars interesting to listen to again and again. His mastery of "independence"—the use of hands and feet, each with its own rhythm or rhythms—makes for new levels of interest. There is no speed or flash involved, just unfolding, naturally rendered music—from the drums.


The pairing of Monk with Blakey and his Jazz Messengers in the late 1950s—Johnny Griffin (tenor sax), Bill Hardman (trumpet), and Spanky DeBrest (bass)—Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers With Thelonious Monk (Atlantic), is also certainly worth attention. The two friends, more outgoing and competitive than usual, meet on a middle ground between the straight-from-the-hip swinging of the Messengers and the unorthodoxy of Monk. The balance is tipped by Monk's compositions, comprising five sixths of the album, and, of course, his piano playing.


The milieu motivates more diverse improvisations by Hardman. The speedy Griffin, who later played regularly with Monk, shows he's a very engaging, adaptable player. Rather than fighting it, as some do, Griffin follows where it leads, entering into the developmental process. Blakey clearly finds the situation stimulating. The drummer digs into his seemingly endless resources, using whatever keeps the music interesting and moving. Cross-stick rhythms, imaginative use of triplets, rumbling explosions, and his general intimacy with the mysteries of Monk, help define and redefine the music.


Blakey proved on many occasions that he could be surprisingly effective when performing quietly, in an almost modest manner. The trio recordings he made with the now legendary pianist-composer Herbie Nichols on Blue Note in 1955 are a case in point. In the listening lies the realization that Blakey's fire could burn at a low flame. He could infiltrate the music, remaining at moderate volume, with delightful, light-handed decoration adding impact.


Blakey allows Nichols's music to speak to him on its own terms. He reacts in much the same way he did to Monk and other artists who have a base in tradition but veer to the thoughtful and unusual. He seeks to I establish firm rhythmic grounding while tracking the music's form, its emotion, its implicit and explicit demands. He utilizes an open, reactive, instinctive approach. Blakey plays for Nichols and his music, showing little ego, staying away from the excessive and unnecessary.


I also suggest the recording the drummer made with Gil Evans in the late 1950s, New Bottle, Old Wine (World Pacific). An intensely personal orchestral album, featuring alto saxophonist Julian "Cannonball" Adderley and other leading jazzmen, it offers more evidence of Blakey's flexibility, discretion, and perception as a player.


No matter what the Evans arrangements of well-known jazz compositions — "King Porter Stomp," "Lester Leaps In," "Manteca," etc.—ask of him, Blakey responds in a manner that strengthens the material. He reads nothing and senses everything, as has always been the case. In essence, Blakey allows the punishment to fit the crime, never sacrificing his own voice, only lowering it a bit. He mixes well with the other instruments, sometimes almost disappearing in the blend.


When Blakey worked with the Duke Ellington (1952) and Lucky Millinder bands (1949) and others, he did the job that was called for. He became part of the sound and the setting. With Ellington, he played what he called "Ellington drums," laying down the rhythm, coloring and swinging, doing what Ellington wanted and needed. And that wasn't An Blakey playing bebop.


With Millinder, the drummer mixed up a batch of cooking, updated Harlem swing. The ebullient Harlem bandleader and showman, though not trained as a musician, knew what he wanted. And Blakey gave it to him. With Illinois Jacquet's swinging little band, with Charlie Parker at the Three Deuces on 52nd Street—both in the 1940s—and later as a member of Earl Hines's small band, very typically, Blakey did what was needed and expected in each situation.


Blakey learned early that each context has its own set of rules. Because he came up during the Depression, when you took every job to survive, he became a bit of a pragmatist. Never, however, would he make sacrifices purely for commercial reasons. His evolution as a musician was far too important to him.


Blakey went through a startling growth phase during the years separating the breakup of the Eckstine band and the formation of the Jazz Messengers as an ongoing group in 1955. A lot happened to him, not all of it related to music. He converted to Islam, as did many black musicians during that period. The reasons for this vary and in some cases are a matter of speculation. Some found the religion an escape from blackness, racism, and all that reminded of slavery. Others sought and found peace in the faith— another view of the world. French Jazz drumming historian Georges Paczynski suggests that Art’s conversion to Islam became a source for confidence in all aspects of his life.


Blakey lived in Africa for a period late in the 1940s. His goal was to study Islam and fully understand religions as they related to him. Many journalists insisted he made the trip to find out more about African music, drums, and rhythm. However, he consistently disputed this view. His investigatory stay in Africa had a philosophical focus rather than a musical one.


During this time and extending through the 1950s, Blakey involved himself with all kinds of music and musicians. As early as the latter years of the 19405, he began looking into African and Latin root sources, absorbing rhythms and techniques essential to the two intersecting musical streams. His interest in techniques of Latin and African derivation progressively became a factor in his playing.


According to Ray Barretto: “No other drummer came as close to the African and Latin root as Blakey. I did a couple of records with him, with Sabu on bongos ami timbales and some other people. Art talked a lot about his Latin and African influences. They became more and more a part of him. Every time he played "fours" or "eights," something African or "Latinesque" inevitably would flavor his comments. He was really empathetic with all that rhythm.”


This became unmistakable on record in 1948. Blakey was an integral part of saxophonist James Moody's recording for Blue Note, James Moody and His Bop Men, which also featured several outstanding gentlemen out of the Dizzy Gillespie big band, including the influential bongo/conga drummer Chano Pozo. Out of the sessions came a Latin/jazz fusion success, Tin Tin Deo.


Blakey had a flair for juggling a variety of musical elements and making them collectively work for him, His tom-tom playing, the way he used his elbow to change a drum's sound, and his timbale and cowbell techniques, as applied to jazz, all grew out of his burgeoning Afro-Latin interests.


Blakey's feeling for Afro-Latin music motivated him to make other cross-culture recordings, including Orgy in Rhythm, Vols. 1 and 2 (Blue Note). Informing, often exciting music, it featured accomplished Afro-Latin and jazz musicians pooling their concepts. In the diverse lineup were Art Blakey and Arthur Taylor, drums; Jo Jones and "Specs" Wright, drums and timpani; Sabu, bongos and timbales; "Potato" Valdez and Jose Valiente, congas; Ubaldo Nito, timbales; Evilio Quintero, concerro, maracas, and tree log; Herbie Mann, flute, Ray Bryant, piano; and Wendell Marshall, bass.


"Buhaina called me just as I was opening the door to my apartment, here in town. I'd just had a long, difficult flight from Europe," Arthur Taylor remembered. "Get yourself down here to my session, I need you!" Blakey insisted. "A.T." complained he was too fatigued for a record date. Blakey wouldn't give way.


Taylor took his tired body and his drums to Manhattan Towers, where the session was going on. "Everyone felt good; there was food, drink, and beautiful ladies around," Taylor said, then noted: "The music and the musicians got everyone going."


Cross-culture musical activities aside, something far more basic and significant was happening to Blakey's playing. Trace his recordings from 1947 into the 19505. You sense the change. Listen to The Thin Man, recorded in 1947 for Blue Note with an octet out of his big band. Compare that with what Blakey does on the MGM records, done in 1952. with leader-clarinetist Buddy DeFranco, pianist Kenny Drew, and the omnipresent bassist Curly Russell. Then audition the glorious live 1954 Blue Note sessions at Birdland, with Clifford Brown, Lou Donaldson, Horace Silver, and, once again, Curly Russell. A new, far more effective and exciting Blakey had emerged.


The newfound intensity and surge relate directly to one singular technique: closing the hi-hat briskly on "2" and "4" of every 4/4 measure. This may sound simplistic, but the effect was momentous. It stabilized, centered, and sharpened Blakey's time; enhanced, integrated, and brought a sense of style and finality to his work. It was the key that unlocked everything.


Buddy DeFranco: “We were together for two and a half years in the early 1950s—recorded many albums, traveled around the world. My little band was really hot. With Art back there, you couldn't coast. I never played harder—and it was so enjoyable.


Art was in charge of the rhythm. No doubt about it. When I was tired before a job, I'd say something like ‘I don't think I can make it tonight.’  Art would say: ‘I'll make you play!’ And he did—every time.


It was a happy group, I was the only white guy. None of us thought much about it. In our world, a guy played or didn't play. That's all that was important. We traveled together, stayed together.”


The 1954 Birdland recordings on Blue Note provided the stylistic foundation for the rest of Art Blakey's career. His style had completely crystallized. His pulsation was undeniable, a natural force; the counter-rhythms he brought to the mix made what he played that much more affecting. There was a purity about what he did—and always motion. He was spontaneous, free, creating every minute.


That he was in the company of peers, all performing in an admirable manner, had a lot to do with making this "on-the-spot" session such an important musical document. The band never stops burning. The exhilarating Clifford Brown moves undaunted through material, fast, slow, in between, playing fantastic, well-phrased ideas that unfold in an unbroken stream. His technique, almost perfect; his sound, burnished. He's a gift to the senses.


Lou Donaldson, an underrated alto player in the Bird tradition, offers much to think about while you're tapping your foot. Horace Silver is crucial to the effect of this music, much of it his own. Certainly the rhythms that inform his piano playing and writing make it all the more soulful. On this and other records he serves as a catalytic agent, provoking swing and engaging intensity. Hard-hitting, unpretentious, communicative, Silver has little use for compositional elements or piano techniques that impede his message. A live-in pulse permeates his music and his playing, strongly affecting the shape, content, and level of excitement of his performances and those of his colleagues.


An original and tellingly economic amalgam of Parker, the blues, shuffling dance rhythms, and a taste of the black church for flavor, Silver is quite undeniable. Listen to his delightful "Quicksilver" on A Night at Birdland With the Art Blakey Quintet, Vol. 1 (Blue Note). It capsulizes what he does.
On this album, Curly Russell shows once again he can play "up" tempos and interesting changes. He ties in well with Blakey. But Silver and Blakey, in combination, determine the rhythmic disposition of the music. Blakey's natural time and fire raise the heat to an explosive level before the listener realizes how hot the fire has become.


Perhaps more than other recordings Blakey has made, the Birdland session documents his great strengths and technical failings. At almost every turn, he shows what an enviably well coordinated, buoyantly confident, rhythmically discerning player he is.


As a soloist, he's either breathtaking in the manner of his mentor Chick Webb, as on "Mayreh," or a victim of inconsistency. And it's always under the same circumstances. In the hope of achieving great speed he over-taxes his technical capacities and fails. You hear him stiffening up and becoming increasingly less precise. He was not a virtuoso.


The Jazz Messengers, the band that made Blakey an internationally admired jazz figure, came into being in 1954.


Horace Silver was playing at Minton's in Harlem. Blue Note's Alfred Lion wanted to get Silver in the studio to make follow-up recordings to his successful trio releases. It was decided to present the pianist-composer as a group leader. Two members of his Minton's quartet—tenor saxophonist Hank Mobley and bassist Doug Watkins—and trumpeter Kenny Dorham and Blakey made the sessions. The resulting album, Horace Silver and the jazz Messengers, was a great success.


It was timely and seemed to answer a need. The music and the performances had the directness and simplicity, the straight-ahead quality, that countered a suggestion of compositional pretension that was becoming a factor on the jazz scene in the mid-1950s.


This LP established what was to follow. The band played hard swinging music, mingled with what Silver described as a "gutbucket, barroom feeling." It reached into bebop, the blues, and sounds, rhythms, and feelings out of the black evangelical churches. The music had an earthy taste and more than a suggestion of black reality.


Blakey and Silver were into essences. The band emphasized directness and economy. The music was called "hard bop." I'm not sure the descriptive is appropriate, but it did give comfort to those who market records and are obsessively involved with categories.


After a while, the band as a co-op didn't work. Silver felt a band should have a "leader," someone to make the decisions and give direction. He left the group to freelance; there was no bad feeling involved. A little later Silver put together his own band, which was pretty much in the same groove as the hand he had left behind. Blakey took the Jazz Messengers name and hired his own people. He remained the leader and central force of the Jazz Messengers until his death in 1990.


Silver and Blakey created a centrist position for jazz. Both had strong feelings about swing and communication and audience participation. Their band had a "sound." It was black music that brought forward emotion in no uncertain terms. Open and, at times, unrelenting, the music had more to it than was immediately apparent. It had substance, freedom, discipline, ind soul, a proud quality and a deeply historic center. The ballads, articularly treatments of the great American standards, were thoughtful and lyrical —
meditative qualities not generally associated with either Blakey or Silver.


Blakey wanted organization in his band, discipline beyond the looseness of the jam session. He determined his answer was "music," compositions lat would give the Messengers a foundation from which all would develop. Over the years, he retained "musical directors" and utilized writers within the band who could do this for him. He hired musicians—generally young, talented, and hungry who had the wherewithal to make the music meaningful, The only specification he made to the writers involved: that the music retain a base in swing.


The Jazz Messengers, either a quintet or sextet—two or three horns in the front line and three rhythms—became a school for aspiring players. Blakey was the master teacher.


The list of those who attended the school over three and half decades is imposing indeed. So many leading players: Johnny Griffin, Freddie Hubbard, Jackie McLean, Lee Morgan, Curtis Fuller, Bobby Timmons, Wayne Shorter, Wallace Roney, Benny Golson, Bobby Watson, Wilbur Ware, Hank Mobley, Billy Harper, Doug Watkins, Joanne Brackeen, Gary Bartz, Reggie Workman, Cedar Walton, Ira Sullivan, Terence Blanchard, Wynton and Branford Marsalis, Billy Pierce, Sam Dockery, Spanky DeBrest, Donald Harrison, James Williams. It goes on and on.


The style and goals of the Messengers remained consistent through the group's long history. Improvisation gave the band life and variety. Certain writers and musical directors altered or enhanced things without affecting its identity. Benny Golson contributed discipline and a great deal of melodic writing. Wayne Shorter developed rapidly and brought a new depth to the
band, as a writer and as a player. Lee Morgan, Freddie Hubbard, Cedar Walton, Bobby Watson, and the others gave what they had to the music.


Any way you turn it, the Messengers was Art Blakey's band. Any time you heard the group, no matter what edition, you knew who and what you were listening to. As drummer Cindy Blackman commented to Burt Korall: "Art was tribal. He'd get you one way or the other. Before you knew it, that volcanic pulse was into your feet, your whole body. His comping, his solos, his fantastic time did it for me and everyone else. He'd just draw you in!"


Blakey played until the last shot was fired. Deaf, ill, it didn't matter. There was only one thing he knew—and loved. A preacher for the jazz cause, a teacher of young people, an innovator and great player, he fulfilled his mission.


For all the marvelous things Blakey did for music and musicians, he, like many others of his generation, was deeply into drugs. One writer friend of mine said he "handled it" very well. Some say he eventually put it aside. Considering his stature among young musicians, how influential he became as a respected source and a role model, the Blakey involvement with drugs seems a paradox. But remember where he came from—his link with the turbulent, revolutionary 1940s and the plague it spawned. It is best to keep in mind his good works and how creatively he played.


Art Blakey brought new muscle and meaning to the modern drum style. He played with such concentration and acuity that the beat entered your system through pores opened by excitement. He seemed to be everywhere as the music told its story.


Sweeping through his large catalogue of recordings, as leader and as sideman—with equals like Miles Davis and Sonny Rollins—he seldom fails to satisfy. He very personally reacted to the music and made it better just because he was there and knew his job.


Proud, self-involved, but also kind, Blakey could be generous and supportive to a musician who deserved encouragement. This is an important part of his legacy.


[The editorial staff at JazzProfiles is indebted to the following source for information about Art: [1] the drummer world website, [2] Modern Drummer magazine, [3] Kenny Mathieson, Cookin’: Hard Bop and Soul Jazz, 1954-1965, [4] Burt Korall, Drummin’ Men: The Heartbeat of Jazz – The Bebop Years, [5] Georges Paczynski Une Historie De La Batterie De Jazz and Downbeat magazine, [6] JAZZ IMPROV Magazine Vol. 4 No. 3 with a feature article on Art Blakey and 2 CDs].


Sunday, May 3, 2020

Max Roach and Art Blakey: The Role of the Drummer Leader by Raymond Horricks

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The following essay by Raymond Horricks which can be found in his book These Jazzmen of Our Times, which was published in 1960 by the London Jazz Book Club by arrangement with Victor Gollancz.


It’s important as a “in the beginning” or “how it all began” analysis about the advent of post World War II “modern Jazz” but this one contains some unique perspectives, not the least of which is the fact that it was written while these styles of Jazz [as there were more than one “modern” approach 
evolving] were happening.


It’s nice to see both Max Roach and Art Blakey as the subject of a lengthy essay as each was an innovator in bringing the way drums are played into the modern idiom and each served the music well for years as they endured the perils of being a bandleader in environments which, for the most part, are unhealthy - aka nightclubs.


This is a long piece but in addition to its value for its-time-and-place perspective, it also is one of the few detailed evaluations in the Jazz Literature of the pros and cons associated with Art and Max’s styles of drumming. Although they have come to be considered iconic Jazz masters, not everyone considered them to be so at the time this piece was written.


“A FEATURE of modern jazz in New York through the 1950s has been the increasing use made of the Charlie Parker Quintet formula. If Parker were alive today no doubt he'd call it ironic that this formula, with its trumpet-and-alto frontline, guitar-less rhythm section and handbook consisting mainly of brief, angular melodies worked upon the form of the blues and the 32-bar song, has been taken up by the younger generation of modernists. For in the 1940s, although he obviously felt well served by it, the critics denounced its sparse instrumentation and slight, unison-ensemble voicings as primitive and unworthy of his solo brilliance. Norman Granz, who signed Parker to an exclusive recording contract in 1948, threw a series of red herrings across the altoist's path in an attempt to sidetrack him away from the Quintet formula: string sections, latin rhythms, big bands, choirs, woodwind ensembles. All of them unsuccessful. Exotic surroundings meant little to Parker; a natural innovator, he preferred a unit of spartan simplicity with him, its secure roots acting as a springboard for his own considerably elastic improvisation. To the day he died his creation was never as wholly inspired away from his favourite small group.


What has happened in New York towards the end of the 1950s should close the case in favour of the altoist's plea. There the Parker Quintet formula is omnipresent. Its emotional violence has been stepped up. Its thematic ideals have been exaggerated. Its frontline frequently has had a tenor saxophone in place of the alto, for men with even half Parker's talent are hard to come by, but again the tenormen used have been the ones (Rollins, Mobley, Coltrane et at] who have looked to Parker rather than to Lester Young for their inspiration. Otherwise the formula has been adopted in its entirety by, I should say, seventy per cent of the city's modernists.

Why is it then that this musical legacy of Parker's has enticed so many of the modernists away from their experimenting with jazz workshop units? Economy of manpower can hardly be their sole motive. Perhaps the truth of the matter is that the Parker-type Quintet allows for greater experimentation within solos whereas the avowed experimentalists, concerned with new writing and new forms, are becoming increasingly formalist, some of them even losing contact with the improvised jazz solo. And for the majority of jazz performers the solo is the most precious event in their music. Furthermore, within its simple framework there is the opportunity for a soloist to combine musical intelligence not only with the vital traditions in jazz, the hard rhythmic core, the roots embedded in the blues, the spontaneous imagination and so on, but also with an essentially extrovert emotion which will carry his, the performer's, message of inspiration through to an audience.


This attribute appears to be of primary importance to the New York modern jazzmen. As Horace Silver, the pianist, has said: "We don't want to go too far out. We want people to understand what we're doing." And Art Blakey, the drummer, embroidered on this theme in a Down Beat interview, saying: "In jazz you get the message when you hear the music. And when we're on the stand and we see that there are people in the audience who aren't patting their feet and who aren't nodding their heads, we know we're doing something wrong."


Blakey, and another drummer, Max Roach, have been the foremost leaders of these Parker-type Quintets in the later 19503. However, as well as continuing the approach already described, these two are also using their positions to improve the role of the drummer within the jazz group. And this is significant. For as drummers, while they are the two most important in modern jazz, in style and concept they are quite different from each other. And— within their Quintets—their methods for improving the role of the drummer are quite different.


When Kenny Clarke opened his new school for jazz drummers in the early 1940s Blakey and Roach and Roy Haynes were its outstanding graduates. Since then, partly because for several years his task was the sensitive but quiet one of accompanying Sarah Vaughan, Haynes has seldom shown his immense ability. Blakey and Roach have shown theirs repeatedly and have tended to dictate the way drums should be used in recent jazz.




Blakey, the elder by nearly six years, was born in Pittsburgh in 1919. He studied piano at school and only took up drums by accident when the drummer with a local band he was working in went sick. In 1939 he had his first important job as a drummer with Fletcher Henderson's band. And, when Fletcher was in New York, he listened intently to Kenny Clarke and to the others who were changing jazz at this time. In 1940, he joined a little band Mary Lou Williams had organized at Kelly's Stable in New York City, and from there went on to Boston for a year where he led a band of his own at a tiny club called the Tic-Toc. After that he rejoined Fletcher Henderson.


Next came Billy Eckstine's big band. In 1944 Eckstine's interest in the new jazz had so increased that he determined to put as many of its maturing exponents as he could into one band and take it on tour with him. Many years later, in describing the way he built this band, the singer noted: "The rhythm section was John Malachi, piano; and Tommy Potter, bass, who I'd taken from Trummy Young's little combo; and Connie Wainwright on guitar. Only three when I started. I had no drummer; and I was waiting on Shadow Wilson . . . and the army had grabbed him. At that time Art Blakey was with Henderson. Art's out of my home town and I've known him a long time. So I wired him to come in the band, and Art left Fletcher and joined me at the Club Plantation in St. Louis. That's where we really whipped the band together—in St. Louis. We used to rehearse all day, every day, then work at night."


The drummer stayed with Eckstine for the duration of the band, 1944-47, and in that time almost every modernist of consequence passed through it, Parker included. Observers have said that Art completed his transition from the earlier to the new style of drumming with "Mr. B". Also, that in driving the band he started to introduce the very explosive swing now an integral part of his style. Certainly it can be heard on the four records he made for Blue Note in 1947 with an eight-piece group called, prophetically, "Art Blakey and his Messengers" (Kinny Dorham on trumpet).


Leonard Feather's reference books state that after Eckstine disbanded in 1947, and until he joined Lucky Millinder's band in 1949, the drummer freelanced around New York. In this matter, however, Feather is not to be trusted. For Art himself has explained in a recorded interview with George Avakian that after Eckstine disbanded he left America and travelled to Nigeria. There he lived with the peoples of the interior for nearly two years and, investing in their way of life, he came to know the secrets of their all-important drums. The influence of African drums on Art has remained strong ever since: it is there in his group drumming as well as in his longer works, like the Message From Kenya he recorded with Sabu.


On returning to New York he worked briefly with Lucky Millinder and then toured with the Buddy De Franco Quartet, 1951-53. After this he drifted into the leadership of his own group.


In February, 1955, the drummer opened at the Blue Note in Philadelphia with a five-piece group billed as "The Jazz Messengers". He had with him Kinny Dorham, trumpet, Hank Mobley, tenor, Horace Silver, piano and Doug Watkins, bass, and the music was a free adaptation of the Parker Quintet formula. The Messengers were immediately acclaimed. "They are a swinging and very exciting group," Ernie Wilkins, Basie’s manager, commented. "They have originality and freshness and humour, and if you can't pat your foot to their music, you must be dead," he told Leonard Feather.  On the bandstand and on records they became firm favourites with the public—and this has continued through to the present day, even though Art has changed the personnel of The Messengers several times. With these changes Art himself has become more and more the focal point of the group.


In appearance, the drummer is short and small-boned and has a somewhat leonine face. He has, too, the aggressive personality, and the restless energy that so often go with a small man, and both these characteristics come through when he plays. It is hardly surprising that Art's drums describe his personality for, more than most drummers, he feels the need to communicate to someone, to tell the audience the truth about himself. "Get the message across to them," he says, "get it across the way you feel it." This is one of the things many musicians admire about Blakey. "He plays with the sincerity of a dedicated person," his fellow, Max Roach, insists. And incidentally, it is interesting to note that in the musicians' poll Leonard Feather conducted for his Encyclopedia Yearbook the men who said Blakey was their preferred all-round drummer, included Dizzy Gillespie and Stan Getz, Miles Davis and Milt Jackson, Jimmy Raney and Sonny Stitt.


Roach, on the other hand, was born in Brooklyn and even as a schoolboy was aware of jazz drums and jazz drummers.


"The late Big Sid Catlett was my main source of inspiration," he told Don Gold, "and years afterwards, I remember going to Chicago to play a concert. He was in the wings. He came to see me, as he always did. While we were on-stage he laid down and died right there. Somebody said that Big Sid was sick and I saw them opening his collar. He left us right there. Strange how tragedy strikes without warning like that."


Max left school in 1942. Soon after this Kenny Clarke had a band at Kelly's Stable and he'd hang around Kenny to learn about the new use of drums; often they wouldn't let him in at Kelly's because he was so young. He was quick to learn though, and a little later he was working with Charlie Parker at Clarke Monroe's Uptown House. "Parker was kind of like the sun," he recalls, "giving off the energy we all drew from him. We're still drawing on it. In any musical situation, his ideas just bounded out and this inspired anyone who was around."


After this Max became an established name with the modernists who worked along New York's 52nd Street. "I never had too much trouble because I was in with the right crowd. I worked on 52nd Street with Dizzy, Hawk, Pettiford; and what we were doing was a new thing."


He made his first records with Coleman Hawkins in 1944, for Apollo, and playing Dizzy Gillespie arrangements. "Hawk is one of the most tolerant people I know," he says. "When the new movement was in its infancy, Coleman was the guy who encouraged many of us. Some of my first gigs were with him. I was young and that's why I call him tolerant. He always made me feel I was something."


He was in Dizzy Gillespie's first modern jazz quintet on 52nd Street, and shortly after this he went on tour across America with Benny Carter's band (J. J. Johnson was with the band). "Benny was always so meticulous, musically and about everything else. I'd certainly like to hear more from him now. He's a teacher, like Dizzy is."


When he returned to New York City he was the most sought-after of the younger drummers and he worked with everyone who mattered it seemed, but in particular with Charlie Parker. In 1949, in Paris, I heard him with the Parker Quintet. He played at all the modern concerts of that Jazz Festival, and for me he was one of the real artistic successes of the event. Offstage, I had the rare opportunity of hearing Max play vibes. He is a performer of consequence on this instrument, although he mentions that after hearing Milt Jackson he sold his own set of vibes. I wouldn't be too surprised if in his later years he returns to the vibes: he is full of his own ideas for the instrument.


Back in New York he freelanced, but continued to sit in on Parker's recording sessions for Clef, including the finest of the altoist's quartet sessions when I Remember You, Now's The Time, Chi Chi and Confirmation were made.
In 1953 he went out to California and worked with Howard Rumsey's groups at the Lighthouse (recording an album with the Bud Shank, Bob Cooper flute-and-oboe partnership, and using his own composition, Albatross). Also, poised on a high stand, and with exotic lights illuminating his movements, he appeared in the film Carmen Jones. And it was in California that he started out with his own Quintet. At first it was known as "Max Roach, Clifford Brown Inc." Dizzy Gillespie had said to the drummer: "Man, there's a cat down in Wilmington who plays piano and blows hell out of the trumpet." So Max got Clifford to come out to the West Coast. Richie Powell, Bud's younger brother, came in as the pianist and arranger.


The Quintet opened at The Tiffany Club in Hollywood in the spring of 1954 and Gene Norman recorded its first public concerts in order to encourage nationwide recognition. Of Clifford, Max said to Don Gold: "He was an exceptionally fine musician. As a human being, too, he was wonderful, wonderful to work with and to do business with. He had no stereotyped egocentric eccentricities. He was a musical genius and was constantly developing. He loved to practise. If we worked every night, he'd practise every day. He loved music and people. There were never any hassles in working with him. He was always too interested in doing things, in working out problems. There's no telling how far he would have gone." The Quintet was—like Blakey's Messengers—an instantaneous success. And it continued to be so until 1956 and the tragic auto wreck in which Brownie and Richie Powell were killed.


Since then, Max has used Kinny Dorham on trumpet, and Sonny Rollins on tenor, lately replaced by Benny Golson. "Kinny is another trumpeter who is wonderful to work with," he adds. "Miles Davis says that the only people he can listen to on horn today are Dizzy and Kinny. And I know what he means. When he wants to hear an inspired horn he listens to them. He doesn't hear emulation in them."2 Nat Hentoff, who reviewed this later Quintet's New York debut, wrote: "The quality of the Quintet is a tribute to the musicianship and emotional power of its members and to Max's consistent search for challenges. The group is one of the most exciting and imaginative of current combos. Some nights it may well be Me best."8


Myopic, and with a strong, open face, and ready smile, Max is known as a warm and generous personality, always willing to impart his musical knowledge to others. His easy, impromptu teaching at the John Lewis directed summer jazz schools at Lennox has been praised by everyone associated with this commendable project. He is a lucid talker, an intelligent announcer with his own group. But, at the same time, he is a musical perfectionist, swift to spot the empty pretender to knowledge or ability. Well known is the story of his working, one night, with a bassist who repeatedly served faults. Max stopped dead in the middle of the second number and sat shaking his head sadly at the bassist while a flustered management implored him to carry on playing. He is both inspiring and continually demanding to play with.


Both men have their own methods for improving the role of the jazz drummer: methods which are widely different. In the early 1940s, there were certain methods that they both learnt from Kenny Clarke: the cross-rhythms; the use of double-time; the accenting of the soloist's path with an assortment of bass-drum and side-drum shots and rim-shots; the setting off a steady, but incessantly fluid beat with the stick on the top cymbal to free the drummer from the monotonous thud-thud-thud-thud on the bass drum that was usual in previous years. In fact, all the methods that came to be known as the first modern jazz drumming, and since then these characteristics have remained basic to their styles,


However, an irrepressible individuality has also remained basic to their styles. "No theory, however comprehensive, no type, however detailed and well-established, will quite cover any single human being," Peter Quennell has written [in Byron in Italy]. "Infinitely monotonous yet immensely various, nature produces a thousand thousand patterns— the vast majority obedient to an established formula—yet each signed with some minute distinctive oddity." In Blakey and Roach individuality has had its say, and strongly, each developing their additional drumming methods and systematically exploiting them with their pre-eminent Quintets.


Blakey's methods have been the more obvious. His intention is that the drummer shall dominate the jazz group, and to this end he has directed all of his passionate energies. Accordingly, when he plays, he can be heard forcing the hand of ensemble and soloist alike with his aggressive rhythmic outlay. The ensemble has a theme to state, and immediately Blakey sets off a fast and unrelenting tempo, persuading, pushing, propelling the other instruments along, punctuating their every few bars with an extra explosion of drums. When the soloist has something to state Blakey decides for him how it shall be stated, pitching him now one way, now another with continual shifts of rhythmic emphasis, persisting with the explosions of drums which momentarily swallow the soloist and then spit him forth once more along a route of no escape. Each of the Jazz Messengers' performances is now resolved in this way. Blakey is in complete control from first to last, and, in effect, each of the performances becomes a continuous drum solo. The men with him are there as less than equal partners. They are always in headlong flight, it seems, before the thunderbolts that are hurled after them from the drums.


Blakey, of course, is well equipped to work this way. If he is the most openly emotional drummer in jazz, concerned with what he calls 'the message', he is also an exceptional drum technician. As a timekeeper alone he is exceptional, and especially when he sets off one of his fast tempos and has to maintain it—stick to top cymbal— through a performance lasting twenty minutes or more. "His timekeeping is both strong and strongly controlled and he must have wrists of steel to do it," one writer noted. Actually, when he sets off his fast tempos Art can keep equally steady time on his foot-operated high-hat cymbal, and this comes through strongly while he is busy around the drums with his sticks making explosions. With this timekeeping Blakey's other attributes fall into line effectively: his sense of sounds; his strength with sticks; his speed and surety in moving around his kit. Not least, his interdependence of hands and feet, vital to the criss-crossing of rhythms (listen to Nica's Dream, recorded with the Jazz Messengers on Columbia for an outstanding instance of this) and to the widely varied explosions in which he delights. And, further to his intention that the drummer shall dominate the jazz group, Blakey has at his disposal the impressive series of effects he personally instigated to help this coup d'etat on its way.


The use of a cymbal with rivets, for instance, carries the impact of his hard, incisive swing through to the forefront of the ensemble. "Art did a lot to bring these cymbals back," Don Lamond, the ex-Herman drummer, explained. "I mean the rivet cymbal that's not a Chinese cymbal. The ones I'm talking about don't have that curl to them around the edge, and the rivets give them the sound of a top cymbal but without too much ring." 


Then there are the other trademarks of Blakey's style: the long, momentum-gathering rolls, which momentarily swallow the soloist so effectively; the series of stick shots, rapidly diminishing in sound, and helped by his arm laid across the snare drum, which punctuate the soloist's line; the occasional slight hurrying of the tempo to give the impression of urgency; the many deeper sounds he extracts from his drums, particularly from his tom-toms, which reflect the influence of African drums on him, and which are so effective in his frequent and overpowering explosions. This style of his is now increasingly familiar in contemporary jazz. Not only has Blakey himself worked and spread his gospel with the fierce passion of a Magzub, but he has inspired disciples—notably Philly Joe Jones—whose work has had a similar effect. 


And yet the acceptance of this style, and, even more, of what lies behind it, is still far from complete. Musicians of Blakey's own generation are sharply divided over it. There are those  who weakly accept it, like the men who have worked recently with Blakey's Jazz Messengers group, and there are those who have made use of it, like Dorham and Horace Silver who worked with the original Jazz Messengers, or the wily Thelonious Monk. In the main, these players have been rugged individualists, and the restless energy of Blakey has served only to stimulate instead of being able to dominate them. Most of the drummer's greatest work has been with them—notably his sets with Dorham and Silver recorded 'live' at the Cafe Bohemia in Greenwich Village for Blue Note.


Yet there is a larger body of musicians to whom Blakey and his methods are anathema. Musically, he has made many enemies. Those who believe a drummer's function is to support and not to lead are unanimously against him. Again, John Lewis and his school, seeking to give the drummer equality by encouraging a quiet, but increased musicality from him, are also against Blakey. Others dislike what is described as his 'militant' attitude towards jazz drumming: his continual shows of strength, and his refusal to relax into quiet and reflective jazz (although, knowing Blakey's aggressive, extremely emotional temperament, this attitude is inevitable). For one reason or another, therefore, the doors permanently closed against Blakey and his methods are legion. It is ironic that many of them have been opened to admit his contemporary, Max Roach, as the sole means of keeping Blakey on the outside.


Roach's methods have been the more subtle. Although no less of a drum technician than Blakey, and with a strong, spirited swing, his use of jazz drums is altogether more refined. He is well disciplined: this is more than obvious in his style, with its firm, but light touch, neat, nimble phrasing, and clean sound. Then, where Blakey is concerned with the drums as a medium, a means of "getting the message across" as he calls it (doubtless a result of the African influence on him), Roach is concerned with the drums as an end in themselves. Each drum is an individual voice to him, pure and melodic, and a collection of drums — the jazz drums he has, in this instance—means an endlessly varied musicality to him. All the time as he plays, therefore, he is enquiring after this musicality. How to extract it? How to improve it? How to increase it? His enquiry takes him into unusual areas. On a Thelonious Monk recording (Bemsha Swing, on Riverside) he is heard doubling on tympani and jazz drums in a way that is unorthodox, but stimulating. Discipline, with musicality: this then is essential to Roach and to his methods for improving the role of the drummer in the jazz group.


I have described these methods as subtle; and this is so. Subtle in that his intention is not to dominate the men with him, but to develop with them, A man who trains falcons will explain that force is useless, and only arouses a lasting resentment; the only way is to gain the falcon's confidence, let it learn to depend on its human captor, and eventually it will come to work for him. Max' methods are the same as this, and equally successful. He has arrived at a closer co-operation with the other men in the jazz group than even Kenny Clarke visualized: a co-operation in which the role of the drummer is effectively enhanced, since as the other men develop, so the drummer must develop with them. To do this, to have the confidence of others, and then to have them depend on him (especially Sonny Rollins and other individualists) has enabled Max to advance the drummer's position as an accompanist out of all recognition.


The older drummer as an accompanist was inevitably a back-seat driver. Max has changed all that. He works more closely with the soloists. Always he is at their side, encouraging, quietly, cleverly feeding them in moments of famine, answering all their needs. He described this accompanying method in his interview with Don Gold. "It can be developed," he said, "by listening to everything around you and by fitting yourself in without being smothered or smothering others. It's difficult to do, due to the timbre of the instrument. You can't help smothering the horns unless you're very careful. And if you're too delicate, you can't say anything. You need proper balance and respect. It takes a good drummer to get a lot out of the instrument. Some guys have fabulous drum set-ups but don't get anything out of it. I think it's important too for the drummer to know what's going on around him harmonically and melodically. The other musicians know harmony and melody, and so should the drummer."


All Max' discipline and musicality go into his accompaniment, and the outcome, rhythmically, is at once sensitive and strong. He will pick up his sticks to play behind a soloist, signalling the off with a tom-tom motif, then switching to an intense, buoyant beat that is fast and yet appears to ride along safely, pacing the soloist all the way, but not trying to breast the tape before him; and all the time getting a fine, firm, ringing sound with his stick on the big cymbal that comes through with, but never rises above, the soloist. Where there is a break in the soloist's line he fills it in, effectively, efficiently, rounding on the tom-toms again or crackling across the snare drum, and taking care not to overlap the soloist's return. Where there is a swerve in the soloist's line he fills in behind it; emphasizing it subtly, with a soft, but solid bass drum beat, or strongly, with the stick rapped sharply on the rim of the snare drum, all according to the soloist's need. Where the soloist stresses the theme, he is once more at the ready. "You can play lyrically on drums by phrasing and dynamics," he explained to Don Gold. 


"You set up lyrical patterns in rhythm which give indications of the structure of the songs you're playing." (On Love Is A Many Splendored Thing, recorded with Clifford Brown for Emarcy, Max is heard feeding a new lyricism, a jazz lyricism into the theme.) Rhythmic changes he makes with ease, where or when the soloist calls for them, and being so close to the soloist he invariably makes these without the actual call being sent out.


Then there is his careful and consistent gradation of sound behind soloists. If the soloist is a strong, rugged player, Max will turn up the volume of his cymbal sound until it is immediately below that of the soloist. If the soloist is a quiet, thoughtful player though, and perhaps inclined to project weakly, Max will turn down his volume accordingly, and even encourage him past the moments of weakness. When the solo instrument itself is small in sound, as with the piano and the double-bass, he will turn the volume down to a mere suspicion but without unsettling the tempo.


"I change according to who's playing and what he's playing," he says. "You have to play behind a soloist according to how you interpret what he's doing at the time. He may be playing something delicate or fiery or something else. There are a lot of different things you can do to complement a man's solo and also to keep the rhythm more interesting and still keep that sound of the rhythm section going. It's a matter of not being overbearing and overpowering and yet remaining stimulating."


He will pick up his wire-brushes when there is a ballad to be played,  and—unlike Blakey—he is prepared to relax and move along with its moods, his brushes having a warm, sensuous feel, as of fingers smoothing down a velvet dress, or if the mood is a sinister one, sliding and hissing with the malevolence of a rattlesnake.


Finally, and the reason why so many soloists prefer his accompaniment, Max is malleable: always ready to meet them and to answer their often peculiarly personal needs. In this, his attitude is that of the modern liberal (whereas Blakey's attitude in accompanying, dogmatic and unbending, is definitely that of the choleric conservative). Nowhere is Max more malleable than during three performances of Sonny Rollins' Saxophone Colossus LP (recorded for Prestige in 1957). For the first, as Rollins works out a long and tortuous improvisation with the melody of Moritat, the theme from Kurt Weil's Threepenny Opera, Max elects not to complicate matters. He keeps steady time with simple, but oddly singing cymbal beats. For the second, You Don't Know What Love Is, a brawny ballad, his wire-brushes pad along beside Rollins all the way, whispering their advice. For the last though, St. Thomas, a jazz calypso, Max answers Rollins' call to arms. The sound of his drums swells dramatically. Filling out with tom-toms, bass drum and a discreet high-hat behind Rollins' first solo, roaring along with flared top cymbal and the remaining stick roaming all over the drums behind the tenor's second and third solos, accenting all the while, Max is a continual inspiration. Once again it seems obvious that he is the right drummer for Rollins.


Actually, it seems obvious that Max is right for many soloists, and as a result he has been asked—more often than any other drummer of his generation—to develop with these soloists in advancing jazz. Moreover, to develop in a way that satisfies his avowed intention as a drummer, being disciplined and musical, but also deliberately adventuresome. An instance of this is his prominent part in the making of jazz in 3/4 time, with its deeper rhythmic understanding between the drums and the soloist. (Max has a complete LP recorded for Emarcy of jazz in 3/4 time.) Again, he will emphasize the soloist's suggestion of scene or mood, using the melodic properties of the drums. (His traffic noises on Parisienne Thorofare, recorded for Gene Norman, his train noises on Take The 'A’ Train and his sad cymbalisms on Time which Richie Powell wrote to describe "the time a man spends just sitting in jail, wondering when he's going to get out", both recorded for Emarcy, are outstanding examples.) These indications suggest that, in the future, Max is likely to develop even more with the soloist, rhythmically and melodically, to advance jazz, and that his methods will continue to prosper.


Blakey and Roach: in the long tradition of jazz percussion they stand oddly and uneasily linked together. Each admits a definite respect for the other; and yet it is certain that they do not care for each other's actual methods. As drummers they are everlasting opposites. But with their different methods they have taken modern jazz drumming to its most ambitious point, and none of their contemporaries, except possibly Chico Hamilton using methods completely different from either, has come near to catching up with them. They stand oddly and uneasily linked together in front.”