I don’t usually do this, but my friend Jack turned me on to this guy, and I swear to gawd I thought I was listening to Enrico Caruso for a minute. The same vocal quality, the same emotional control. Or am I imagining it? You tell me.
His name is Jonathan Wright and he’s a local boy.
Somehow I missed this, but three weeks ago legendary local jazz trumpeter Herb Pomeroy passed away, a victim of cancer at 77.
I never met Herb but my trumpet teacher had been one of his students, and I went to hear him play whenever I could get to Boston. He was an astounding talent with a combination of technical agility and improvisational originality that was as rare as it was exciting to listen to. I wasn’t particularly surprised to learn that the memorial service held for him yesterday featured the same property of synthesizing opposites that made Herb so special.
Luciano Pavarotti, the iconic tenor of our age as Caruso was of his, died today at age 71 after a year-long battle with pancreatic cancer.
Max Roach, one of the giants of modern jazz, a guy who belongs right up there with the greatest of the great but isn’t nearly as well known, died Wednesday at the ripe age of 83. Considering the odds against him, that long life was a signal achievement all its own.
No modern drummer – and maybe no jazz drummer ever – has had such an enormous effect on the future course of his art. Max changed forever the way we think about drummers and to an extent the way we think about rhythm. He was the first to blend traditional African drumming with the quirky time signatures and signature changes of Stravinsky and Bartok, and one of the first (along with Mingus and Monk) to see jazz as the potential equal of the deepest and most complex music being written by modern classical composers.
Miles Davis & John Coltrane
The first time I saw Miles I didn’t really see him. Not to play, I mean.
I was in high school and I heard Miles was coming to Boston again for the first time in a number of years. This was New Hampshire – not exactly a hot bed of jazz lovers, and not a black face inside 50 miles. I was in the band and I managed to talk a couple of other people into bearding the band teacher in his den. He was planning a field trip anyway and we hit him – hard – to make it Miles’ appearance at the War Memorial Auditorium. One of the greatest jazz players in history? How could he say no? I admit I may have gotten in his face a bit.
It was, I think, the last time Miles ever played Boston, and it became his most famous Boston gig because he didn’t play it.
Phaedrus has a new song up at his Fat Poppa site. It’s called ‘Thank George!’ and it’s a honey. Not only is the song great social commentary in the tradition of Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan but his voice and harp-playing are right on the money, sort of like if Tom Waits was channeling Little Walter.
He posted the lyrics here if you want to read them, but I’d suggest using your ears before you use your eyes. This guy’s good and getting better all the time.
John McKay and poster Mike Huber say it all at archy:
John–Ray Charles died this morning. To me, this is a far greater loss than Ronald Reagan.
Mike–There have been 43 Presidents. There will be more. There has only been one Ray Charles. There will never be another.
Rock on, Brother Ray, wherever you are.
I can’t get serious about anything today. With everything that’s going on–Fallujah, Abu Ghraib, Sharon’s rejection, religious attacks on Kerry, fresh Bush attacks on the environment, etc etc etc–there’s a ton of stuff to absorb, react to, and comment on. And I don’t have the energy for any of it.
So I’ve been goofing off. So shoot me.
I’ve read a lot of serious stuff today but here’s what caught my eye: I got some heat over the name Omnium from a pretentious would-be Latin scholar who insisted it wasn’t even a word. Maybe he’s right, I don’t know and I don’t care. But I was curious if anybody had taken it as a domain name in case I should ever want to do that myself, so I typed it into the address bar.
Well, somebody has. There’s a small record company called “Omnium Recordings”. Here’s their logo:
Neat, huh? No, I’m not going to steal it, though it’s tempting. I probably wouldn’t be mentioning this except that the names of their recordings are so clever and..weird…that I wanted to share them with you.
My favorite: The Reptile Palace Orchestra.
Others include: Shi’ite and Onions, Boiled in Lead, and Felonious Beach.
Ah, the internet is a marvelous little playground for second childhood to romp around in, especially when you’re easily amused.