
I doubt that, with whatever time he has left in his
career, Clint Eastwood will be making a biopic about Dave Brubeck, who died a couple of days ago.
Unlike Charlie Parker,
the jazz pianist-composer-bandleader didn’t lead one of those short, tragic
lives marked by substance abuse and emotional upheaval, the kind that makes for
movie melodrama.
Nor, unlike the title characters of Warren Leight’s 1998
memory play, Side Man, was he so
blissfully unaware of anything beyond his art that he failed to maintain a
stable household. He was married to the same woman for 70 years, and he closed
down the great quartet that made him famous in 1967 so he could continue that
lifestyle.
Brubeck disdained the “West Coast Jazz” label that
jazz critics gave him, as well as the word “bombastic” sometimes used by them
to deride his piano style.
But his playing style reflected the same passion
that Bird--and all too many other jazz musicians who never lived to Brubeck’s
90-plus years—felt about a musical genre that Duke Ellington called “beyond
category.”
Let’s hope that right now, he’s found a celestial instrument of 88
keys as he greets his old bandmates saxophonist Paul Desmond and drummer Joe Morello as they swing
into “Take Five” again.
(Photo shows the Dave Brubeck Quartet in 1967, one
of their last appearances together, at Congress Hall Frankfurt/Main (1967).
From left to right: Morello, bassist Eugene Wright, Brubeck and Desmond.)
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