Showing posts with label Jack Bruce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Bruce. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Younger Than Yesterday



Larry Young was a jazz organist who worked relentlessly between 1960 and 1978, as a front man but most especially as a sideman. Larry worked for virtually everyone, from Miles Davis to Jimi Hendrix, and he took the Hammond organ into new realms, but he is mostly forgotten today. His story outlines the history of the organ in jazz, somewhat forgotten today. Once the workhorse of the live band, after the fusion wars, the organ was largely forgotten in favor of a drier and more 'traditional' sound by both the musicians and the aging audience.





The organ was useful as a replacement for an orchestra, and with the advent of electricity became smaller and more affordable. Radio used it constantly, and it was still supplying background music for television soap operas at least into the 1970s. Most commonly it could be found in churches, both white and black, and it became a staple of gospel music. From there, it was just a matter of time before it slipped into secular music.





Jazz itself in the post-war period wasn't simply a shift into bop, cool, and post-bop. There was a segregation in the jazz audience between those in bigger cites and smaller cities, and between white and black audiences. It was the Afro-American clubs where rhythm & blues and soul jazz was most popular, a precursor to soul music and later funk. They were the ones who accepted electric instruments like the organ and the amplified guitar, while the white college crowd preferred the straight-ahead sounds of Miles Davis and Dave Brubeck, artists who resisted electricity for decades.





I had the supreme pleasure of interviewing Lou Donaldson for a documentary in 2012 and he was by far the most fun interview I ever did in my three decade career as a video producer. Lou knew everybody and had done everything, within reason, but he was a truly humble guy who went out of his way to make me and my tiny crew feel at home both at the club where he sat in for a few songs (so I could get some footage of him playing, and where he insisted on paying our bill) and at his home for many hours the next day. As is typical of these events, his comments after the camera was turned off were even more interesting than when the tape was rolling.





Specifically, Lou talked extensively about the business of being a jazz musician in the 1950s and 1960s. He claimed that he wasn't the best sax player, just the best who wasn't a junkie, a gross underestimation of his talents. He played in 'ghetto clubs', so he and other players at the time developed the soul jazz genre, where he could sneak a little bebop into a dance tune, but it still had to be dance-able. And he welcomed the Hammond, since it could also replace the bass player, making the money split better for each player. Despite his 'no fusion, no confusion' catch phrase, he was fusing the blues and even early funk into his music, as can be seen in the clip below, with great assistance by Dr. Lonnie Smith.




Hammond organists, starting with Jimmy Smith and continuing with Brother Jack McDuff, Richard 'Groove' Holmes, Jimmy McGriff and many others, dominated the soul jazz genre, along with sax players like Lou Donaldson as well as electric guitarists like Kenny Burrell and Grant Green. These guys wanted to sell a lot of records records and play a lot of clubs, and some, like Lou Donaldson, really wanted to make the audiences happy, even singing the blues like Wynonie Harris. This was a groove-oriented jazz, less interested in being esoteric, more concerned with being popular.





One of the many players who circulated through Lou Donaldson's band was Larry Young, straight from playing in R & B outfits in Northern New Jersey. Larry was born in 1940, his father an organist. The organ had been around since the turn of the century and had been used extensively, such as in church services, funeral homes, and accompanying silent movies. Not the most promising instrument for the post-bop world, yet in the hands of someone with a talent like Larry Young, it became something else entirely. He took the organ straight into the rock world and into the hottest fusion music ever created, yet he gets very little credit today.





Larry's first recording date was in 1960, first accompanying Jimmy Forrest, whose 'Night Train' was one of the foundational songs in soul jazz and later covered by James Brown, himself a pretty good Hammond player, as evidenced on the CD 'Soul Pride; the Instruments 1960-1969', where you can literally hear soul jazz morph into funk. He was soon leading his own small groups on a couple of albums in 1960 and 1962 before hooking up with Blue Note Records starting with 'Into Something' in 1964. The earliest stuff was very much in the soul jazz groove, such as 'African Blues.




One of the great abilities of the organ - with the right player - was to 'comp' like no other instrument. 'Comping' is short for accompanying, where a rhythm player could keep the song moving under another soloist, shifting chord patterns or int he case of a bass player doing a walking bass line. Larry became a very in demand session player during the early 1960s, used on many sessions by Grant Green and Kenny Burrell, among many others because of his superior accompanying skills. It also helped that he was based out of the same area as Rudy Van Gelder.




In the history of audio recording, Rudy Van Gelder must hold the record for most sessions as engineer ever, more remarkable as he held a full-time job as an optometrist for the first twelve or so years. From the late 1940s through 2015, he recorded literally tens of thousands of jazz sessions, first in his parent's living room, then after his custom studio was built in 1959, in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. Rudy is famous for his clean and unobtrusive sound, helped by a stunning array of highly talented musicians who arrived rehearsed and ready to play. In an age when we are used to a band taking three years to release an album, nearly everything done by Van Gelder was recorded in a single day, with amazing results.





It also helped that the volume level of most jazz groups were low, but that doesn't detract from Van Gelder's skill set, which kept increasing over the decades. He was particularly adept at recording the Hammond organ, a notoriously difficult instrument to capture because of the many tones and overtones covering a dizzying spectrum of frequencies. It was easy for visiting musicians to travel over from Manhattan, and Rudy usually had at least one session a day as well as cutting his own lacquers to ensure the sound was transferred right. And Van Gelder worked nearly exclusively with Blue Note, the major soul jazz label.





The Blue Note years were Larry's high point as a leader, with the self-penned standard 'Tyrone' on 'Into Something' (hell, even I covered that song) and the album 'Unity' probably his best know work. Larry was beginning to show a profound influence of John Coltrane in his playing, a common-enough occurrence in the mid-60s, except that he was one of the only organ players in that mode. He also began to be influenced, abet in a subtle way, by the unique stylings of Sun Ra, a man who orbited the jazz world in his own peculiar constellation. Sun Ra had the ability to play what he called 'space chords', and Larry started using them in his comping.




No too many players managed to be influenced by John Coltrane and Sun Ra at the same time, but Larry Young did. At the same time, he started heading into jazz-rock fusion, showing up on Miles Davis' seminal 'Bitch's Brew' double album as well as joining the nastiest of the early fusion bands, the Tony Williams Lifetime. The Lifetime started out as a traditional jazz trio of guitar, organ and drums, but playing at the volume and intensity of Cream or Jimi Hendrix. Jack Bruce, the bass player of Cream, even joined the band in 1970 for a brief period. And somewhere in all this work, Larry found time to record with Jimi Hendrix, a few tracks which were released years after the fact. The following track is a somewhat low-fi but extremely rare live recording of the trio.




Tony William's Lifetime seemed a doom group for the beginning; their first album was recorded carelessly by a jazz engineer (not Rudy Van Gelder) who didn't care for the volume, and it sounds harsh and extra distorted. McLaughlin was using an acoustic guitar with a pickup in the hole, about the worst choice of instrument for music at that roaring intensity. The jazz community rejected it outright, along with a couple of follow ups also featuring Young, but McLaughlin hit financial paydirt with his Mahavishnu Orchestra. Before that, he did record one electric album with Larry on organ as well as Buddy Miles on drums.




Totally committed to fusion, converted to Islam and wearing a sheik's garb on stage, Larry wanted to explore the free jazz / free rock hybrid even more, but the entire music world was retreating to safer pastures. Rock was into more structured progressive and safer boogie, while jazz embraced Lou Donaldson's 'no fusion, no confusion' motto. There was a short lived band called Love Cry Want, utilizing primitive synths on both drums and guitars, that gigged around in 1972, producing what Lester Bangs called 'shronk' that was louder and scarier than anything else I ever heard, but it went nowhere.





When John McLaughlin and Carlos Santana did a joint project, a fusion version of John Coltrane's 'A Love Supreme', they used Larry on the organ, both on the album and tour. It would be his last real high profile gig. He tried creating a hybrid jazz/funk outfit called Larry Young's Fuel, but two albums sold horribly. His last appearance on a record was in 1977, a duet album with keyboard player Joe Chambers; Larry's commercial stature was so low that he wasn't even mentions on the cover. He died shortly after suddenly, and the golden age of the jazz organ was officially dead.




Larry was the only guy to play with Miles, Hendrix, McLaughlin, Santana, Kenny Burrell, Grant Green, and a veritable host of other jazz greats. There was a couple of unreleased sessions, including a very good one from 1964 in Paris. While really excellent, with some of the only actual research ever done on his life, it goes back to the safer 'straight-ahead' period, where jazz purists feel comfortable. His later free funk/rock/jazz period is mostly forgotten, but Larry consistently managed to sound like no one else on the planet.




There was an inkling of interest around 2012, when the short-lived group 'Spectrum Road' was formed to celebrate the Tony Williams Lifetime. John Medeski, the only organist who could possibly try and sound like Larry, filled the keyboard, but the inclusion of Jack Bruce, right near the end of his life, skewed the project more towards him and less towards the rest of the group. At least it was something, if too little too late. Admittedly, Larry Young's later material is not for the faint of heart, it is intense and adventurist. You can't help but feel that he was punished for his ever-searching nature instead of treated like the natural treasure that he really was. That's a pity.







Thursday, June 7, 2018

Things We Like

Things We Like

Enough about me; let's get to the point of this blog, ruminating about various things we like. This time, it's specifically about the man who created the album, 'Things We Like', Jack Bruce. The most crucial member of one of the seminal groups in classic rock history, Jack was the main songwriter and singer of Cream, responsible for 3/4ths or more of the new material, as well as a world-class bass player. He was the one multi-instrumentalist in the group, also playing piano, cello, and even acoustic guitar. Yet, if he is remembered at all today, it is as the least important and flamboyant member of that trio. This post will help set the record straight.



Jack came from a dirt poor background in Scotland, made even worse by his father's Communist affiliation, strong enough to get the entire family kicked out of Canada when they tried to emigrate in the early 1950s. Despite these setbacks, Jack won a contest as a youngster for having the best voice in all Scotland and received a classical music education. As a result, he was the only major rock star of the 1960s in Britain who could actually read and write music, although you wouldn't know it by his output. He rose through the ranks of jazz and blues artists at a very early age, eventually meeting his musical soul mate and arch nemesis, Ginger Baker.

The relationship between these two is legendary; they could erupt in a verbal or physical fight at any time, on stage or off. Together, they were revolutionary in the Graham Bond Organization, but sales were meager. One oft-told tale is Ginger firing Jack from the band, but Jack refusing to accept; he simply kept showing up at gigs. Eventually Jack left and started working as a session musician and showing up in groups such as Manfred Mann and John Mayall's Bluesbreakers. It was there, in a very brief tenure, that he met and impressed an even younger Eric Clapton.

Slowhand put the two best freelance musicians on their respective instruments together with his fast-growing mastery, and the rest is history. Cream became big very quickly, and they almost single-handedly put Heavy White Boys Blues on the musical map. But there was always a little something off kilter about their music, and that usually came from Jack. He could interpret the blues with the best of them, but there was always another aspect to his songs, such as 'Wrapping Paper' , 'Dreaming', 'World of Pain', or the sublime 'As You Said.'




Relentless American touring and old animosity spelled the end of the group, but Jack was the first to jump at the chance to try something new. He had a jazz fusion album waiting in the wings, although (a portent of things to come) the record label held it back until something more commercial emerged. Jack played a stand-up bass with authority, wrote the material, and corralled players such as a very young John McLaughlin, making his first important recording debut. Here's a sample from that album:



Bruce did get a more commercial album out, 'Songs For a Tailor', although it was a unique combination of big band jazz and up-tempo singer-songwriter material, often very good but certainly not top forty. He even had George Harrison play on one track. There was a period of wandering, common to his career, more like an average jazz player than a rock god, including the legendary but never recoded band with Mitch Michell and Larry Coryell. I'd give my left nut to hear a decent live recording from that band, although it must be said that everyone involved back then was often wasted when playing.



Jack guested on other albums, such as Donovan and Carla Bly, joined the proto-fusion Tony Williams Lifetime but barely recorded anything with them, did some BBC recordings and a documentary, and generally did exactly what he wanted to. This drove his management crazy, the mighty Robert Stigwood Organization, who needed to syphon off as much money as they could to support the Bees Gees slow rise to fame (I'm not kidding - ask Eric Clapton!).

Eventually a second album appeared, perhaps the finest of his stellar career, 'Harmony Row'. It was by definition a full-fledged progressive rock album, teaching younger artists like Yes and King Crimson how to get it right, and it is a stellar work. Here's a sample; listen to the magnificent bass playing as well as the clever song writing and excellent singing.



Jack never did get a good group together to showcase the new material during this time, as the first disc of 'Spirit- Live at the BBC 1971-1978' demonstrates. He was soon falling back to the trendy supergroup format, this time with the best two musicians from Mountain, who owed more than a little of their style to Cream. It was an easy fit; too easy, in fact, and although the two studio albums they released have some good material, and the first one hangs together pretty well, the live album 'Live & Kicking' is atrocious. Still, here is a sample of Jack shaking things up again in a power trio setting;



Once that group ran it's course after a couple of tours, Bruce went back to his solo career, but the years in the limelight were over. He was relegated to the b list, his consistently quality albums ignored by the press and the public. He even tried another progressive supergroup, with Mick Taylor straight from the Rolling Stones as well as Carla Bly, but they disintegrated before even getting into the studio. It was to many drugs and other problems, and it was a shame, but times were about to change and they probably wouldn't have gone far, anyway. They did do an hour on the Long Grey Whistle Test, and here's a taste;



It was really the wilderness years from then on, as Jack acquired a heroin habit around this time to really muck things up. Things got so bad that one of his albums 'Jet Set Jewel', was rejected by his record label. Things looked up briefly at the end of the decade when there was a two album collaboration with Robin Trower, but they never toured together. As a bass player, this guy had great tastes in guitarists! Here's a sample of the material these guys cooked up together;



It was tough going for a few years, saddled with crippling debt and an addition. He got together a fusion supergroup with Billy Cobham, but sales weren't there; the moment had passed. Jack fought back, finding a new wife and a stable life in Germany. By the end of the decade, he was even back touring with Ginger Baker for a short time. In 1989 there was a retrospective double album and a new one as well, and the younger guys like Vernon Reid and the Golden Palominos were playing with him. Here's a song left over from Cream, with Ginger Baker on drums, from 'A Question of Time':



The nineties were better than the previous years, but he was still a b level musician; always the sideman, never the star. There were some highlights, such as a two night 50th birthday celebration on German television. It is recommended viewing; you get a feel for the breathe of this man's talents, which were wide indeed.



Health problems and the sudden death of his son plagued his comeback years, but he did soldier on. While he did keep doing new material, such as the all keyboard album 'MoonJack' with Berny Worrell, there began to be the feeling of nostalgia in his music, understandable to a man that was facing his own mortality due to liver problems. There was a temporarily successful Cream reunion with a visibly weak bass player, not long after a  transplant, but the music holds up well, even if it is now definitely Eric's band. Here's a sample of the type of sound that only they were capable of producing together;



Having barely escaped death, there was a greater appreciation for this great man's talents towards the end of his life. He started exploring Latin big band music and even did another album with Robin Trower, which managed a brief but documented tour this time. There was some sublime material here, seasoned with age and wisdom;




'Silver Rails' was his last album, and he was visibly frail during the creation, but it was a powerful work and a fitting summation of his career. He died shortly after its release in 2014, and he leaves the legacy of a man who would constantly search for his muse to the detriment of his fame and fortune. There are elements of jazz and classical in his material, and he benefited from a long relationship with Peter Brown, who wrote great lyrics for his melodies, although they both had careers separate from each other. To sum up his talent, here's a song from his last album;






Hats off to a musician who could play shoulder to shoulder with musicians as diverse as Frank Zappa and Fela Kuti, who could write classics like 'I Feel Free', 'Sunshine of Your Love, and 'White Room', who could play world-class piano when needed, was a true jazz man but was a primal architect of heavy metal, and had the classical education to put it all together but never was a musical snob. He deserves more love than he gets, and I hold him in the highest respect. And he always did what he wanted and didn't worry about the consequences, paying his dues as he went along, the sign of a true artist. Hats off to Jack Bruce






I had the pleasure of meeting him once. I used to do some roadie work back in the late 1970s. He was playing at the Tower Theater in Philadelphia, and I was helping out the opening act. The headliner was Todd Rundgren, and after Jack's set, there was a case of brandy for all the roadies in his dressing room because it was New Years Eve. He told a series of very amusing tales, mostly about Cream, usually with Ginger the butt of the joke. The room was packed; even Todd's roadie's were there, and he was on-stage playing until he realized that his crew was missing in action. Todd burst in and cursed out his roadies, demanding that they go back to their spots.

Todd was right, of course, but he was also wrong. After all, it was New Years Eve, and the great Jack Bruce was telling stories in the dressing room. Jack stared Todd down and simply said, 'Well, aren't you precious'. The room erupted in laughter and Todd stormed out, his crew straggling behind. I was a third-rate roadie in a dingy dressing room, but it still is one of the highlights of my life. Thank you, Jack, for that and a whole lot more.