Stan Getz 'Award Winner' (1957) Bob Cooper 'For All We Know' (1990)
Getz attained a far higher public profile than Cooper ever did, and Cooper didn't record under his own name anywhere near as often as Getz did. Described by Art Pepper as 'one of the warmest, most polite, pleasantest people'(1) perhaps such qualities worked against him. Certainly the recordings he co-led playing the oboe with Bud Shank on flute must rank amongst the politest jazz ever recorded. As time passed, however, and as 'For All We Know' shows, politeness was musically usurped by experience. His tone there is full and imbued with the depths of life's travails. Throughout the album there is a deep sense of pleasure in the act of saxophone playing which, whilst it's not so deeply ingrained as it is in Zoot Sims's work, is still the product of a man at ease in life and relatively untroubled. Having said that, he brings to 'Cherub', his own composition, a sense of melancholy that does a whole lot more than skim the surface. Where Getz's undeniable lyricism is always steeped in the fact that he wants his listeners to know how good he is, Cooper makes no attempt to move through virtuosity alone. He is more adept at making every note count, just as he does on For All We Know itself, where he plays like a man addressing the love of his life, who happened to be singer June Christy, to whom he was married for forty-three years, and who'd died just two months prior to the recording of this album. Through her absence Cooper's music is imbued with her spirit, and it's apt that the album is dedicated to her memory.
The pianist Lou Levy is present on both dates, and his playing has evolved in the decades between the two. There are abundant signs of this, and it's interesting to note how he approaches the task of accompanying two dissimilar saxophonists. In Getz's company he displays a lightness of touch and luke warm drive that disguises the Bud Powell influence that sometimes came over in his work; it's as if he's holding something back out of a sense of deference for Getz's undoubted invention, and nowhere is this more evident than on the master take of 'Woody'n'You', where his apposite accompaniment sits rather awkwardly alongside his solo, where his right-hand interjections allude to the work of Horace Silver. By contrast his solo on 'Three Little Words' positively dances, alive to every nuance of the medium-up tempo at which the song is taken.
By the time of Cooper's date, Levy's playing has unsurprisingly taken on a deep but joyously autumnal hue that is again the product of maturity. His considerable skills as an accompanist are on full display, and nowhere is this more evident than on 'But Beautiful', where Cooper's gift for understatement is lent admirable support.
So whilst Getz was by far the more visible of the two saxophonists, it might have been the case that that visibility was as much to do with marketing as with any inherent qualities in his playing. Bob Cooper, for all the comparative modesty of his public profile, afforded us a glimpse of a depth of humanity through the medium of saxophone playing that Getz, for all his attributes, succeeded in tapping only intermittently. To conclude, perhaps an intimation of mortality, or at least a vicarious acquaintance with it, is one of the more potent aids in the evolution of musicianship.
1. Straight Life -Art & Laurie Pepper (1979) p.99