Vince Guaraldi at the Piano
This article appears in the prologue of Vince Guaraldi at the Piano by Derrick Bang (McFarland Books, 2012).
Prologue: "The Sound of Surprise"
Saturday, October 4, 1958: shortly after midnight, at the first-ever Monterey Jazz Festival.
It had been a busy day; indeed, it was already a long three-day weekend. Headliner Louis Armstrongintroduced by emcee Dizzy Gillespiehad helped lure a crowd of roughly 5,000 jazz fans to Friday evening's opening-night performances, although one critic was much more impressed by an earlier set from pianist Burt Bales' "boisterous, stomping band," with its crowd-pleasing riffs coming from clarinetist Vince Cattolica, trombonist Skip Morr and bassist Bill Smith.
Saturday afternoon brought sets by Rudy Salvini's Big Band, the Brew Moore/Dickie Mills Quintet, Med Flory's Big Band, the Leroy Vinnegar Quartet, the Mastersounds, and Shelly Manne and his Men; vocalist Betty Bennett concluded the "daytime" activities, although by now darkness already had fallen.
New emcee Bobby Troup brought Gillespie back to the stage in a performing capacity, as the jazz legend's quintet kicked off the Saturday evening program at close to 9 P.M. Gillespie was followed by the Jimmy Giuffre Trio; they passed the torch to Gerry Mulligan's combo, which boasted trumpeter Art Farmer, bassist Bill Crow and drummer Dave Bailey. Mulligan's group then yielded the stage to the Max Roach Quintet. Next up: the Modern Jazz Quartet and vocalist Ernestine Anderson.
By now, the witching hour had come and gone. An appropriately eerie fog should have dampened spirits as the temperatureinvariably chilly along the Monterey Peninsula, even during early autumndropped further. According to box-office receipts, 5,912 jazz fans were jammed together for this wonderful onslaught of music; they should have been tired, man!
Still to come, on Sunday, were the Dave Brubeck Quartet, the Harry James Orchestra, Benny Carter, Buddy DeFranco, Sonny Rollins and Lady Day herselfBillie Holidayalong with return appearances by Gillespie, Mulligan, the Modern Jazz Quartet and many of the other musicians who had made Monterey their home for the cheerfully rowdy weekend.
Reasonable people therefore would have headed home to bed, in order to recharge for Sunday's rousing festival finish.
But no, here it was, after midnight Saturdayalready into early Sunday, in other wordsand the fans still wanted more. They had grooved to great licks from top-flight musiciansinterrupted, far too often, by the roar of overhead planes flying to or from the Monterey Airportand were worked up into a toe-tapping, finger-snapping frenzy.
At this late hour, facing a crowd that massivethat energizedeven a seasoned celebrity might have thought twice before offering dessert after such a sumptuous, multi-course meal. Imagine, then, the likely anxiety of the five young men who quietly walked onto the stage. They even had to introduce themselves, Troup having retired for the night.
"It's getting kinda late in the morning ... early in the morning, late in the evening," the striking, clean-cut band leader fumbled. "I'm Cal Tjader, and I'd like to introduce the guys in our regular quartet."
Tjader must have been gratified by the burst of applause resulting from these few words, because his voice became clearer and more confident. Polite clapping greeted each of his sidemen, as they were introduced in turn.
"We have, on piano, Vince Guaraldi ... and, on bass, Al McKibbon ... and on drums, Willie Bobo. And we're very happy to have, as a guest with our jazz quartet, the very wonderful clarinetist who needs no introduction at all, Buddy DeFranco.
"We'd like to start things off with George Gershwin's very wonderful tune from Porgy and Bess, 'Summertime.'"
The crowd murmured approval at this choice, then settled into quiet silence as Tjader's mallets gently and impeccably opened with a few bars from the opera's "Catfish Row" theme. Guaraldi, McKibbon and Bobo woke potentially drowsy listeners with four sharp unison fanfares; Tjader slowed the straight-time tempo to a crawl, almost a stop...
...and then the band launched into a bluesy arrangement of "Summertime" that would have had everybody dancing in the aisles, given enough room. DeFranco took the first bop-hued solo, Guaraldi's piano adding harmonic counterpoint as Bobo's drums rose, just slightly, in volume and intensity. McKibbon's bass slowly fought to the foreground as Bobo inserted a double-time riff, and then DeFranco surrendered the lead back to Tjader, and to the song's first spontaneous burst of applause.