The Amazing One

Rob Mariani By

Sign in to view read count
Bud was hunched over the keyboard, laughing out loud to himself like a kid on an amusement park ride.
At Birdland, Pee Wee Marquette, the diminutive MC, had a way of shouting into the mike when he announced the names of band members. Anyone who has heard it can not forget it. It made your jaw ache like you'd just eaten a quart of ice cream on a bad filling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, he shrilled with the mike pressed right to his mouth, popping it and then causing ear-shattering feed back. " We'd like to bring to the stand now, for your enjoyment... the one, the only...the Amazing One... Bud Powell. The Amazing Bud Powell TRIO!! Bud POW-ell, ladies and gentlemen..... Bud POWell!!

From the side of the bandstand, a little man with a neatly trimmed mustache and impish smile scuttled out to the piano. He glanced up at the audience, smiled some more, then hopped onto the piano bench as if it were about to duck away from him. He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a moment. The house lights went down and he was caught in the silver circle of the spotlight. He looked up into the beam, seeming to draw energy or warmth from it, laughing quietly to himself. He re-crossed his legs and swung them to one side of the piano bench instead of under the piano.

Art Taylor, tall and feline, licking his chops as if he knew what delicious treats were in store for him, settled in behind his gleaming black drum kit. George Duvivier, pale and ascetic looking, took up his bass, grasping its neck delicately as though it were the throat of something fragile and alive.

"Ah. Ah...uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn.... Bud counted off the tempo with a succession of hoarse staccato grunts, his chin down on his chest. The music leapt instantly from his fingers. The trio just all took off settling into an instant groove. Bud was hunched over the keyboard, laughing out loud to himself like a kid on an amusement park ride. Every few bars he'd clutch at his pants leg compulsively and hike it up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and way in the back of his throat he was humming the melody line in some guttural key that had nothing to do with the key he was playing in. It sounded like a combination of bad singing and laughing. But if you listened closer, that was where the groove was. Deep inside Bud Powell's throat.

Every few bars Bud would look up from the keyboard at Art Taylor, or Duvivier, feeding them ideas, getting ideas back, laughing about them. He seemed amazed sometimes at what they'd come up with. The whole time, the expression on Bud's face looked like someone was massaging the soles of his feet. There was some kind of invisible membrane connecting the three players that seemed to pull tighter and then relax. And I realized that what they were doing was playing... in both the musical and the child-like sense of the word.

I was much too musically un-sophisticated at the time to know it, but Bud Powell was just about at the top of his game then. Tragically, in a few short years his brain would, with the help of some foreign substances and a policeman's billy club, melt down and no one would ever hear him play quite like this again.

His playing this night was astounding and daring with long, romping phrases that seemed to be heading straight for disaster until he'd pull them out of a nose dive at the very last instant and turn them around, resolving them in the most satisfying and musically correct way. He was taking ideas from everywhere and making them fit into his mosaic. Sometimes his runs were so fast it sounded like he was making mistakes because the notes all ran together. But then he'd do it again and you realized that was what he'd intended. He was playing a sound, not a phrase. Then he'd find some way to attach that sound to the next idea and a whole new composition emerged.

Bud was constructing a completely new musical alphabet and syntax, and it all went on at lightning speed. He was playing anything he thought, daring his fingers to fail him. And they never did. Not once. There's not a jazz musician today who hasn't borrowed or learned from The Amazing Bud Powell. (Many without even knowing it, perhaps.) On that one night, in one set of six or eight tunes, I heard him lay out the architecture of be-bop for the next decade to come, along with some hints at other things beyond that.

This was not just a new twist or fad. Music, all music, was taking a turn in a new direction right here tonight on the bandstand at Birdland, "The Jazz Corner of the World. And nothing would ever be the same again. Bearing witness to this was more than just a privilege.


More Articles

Read The Great, Late Show with Dakota Staton First Time I Saw The Great, Late Show with Dakota Staton
by Rob Mariani
Published: November 17, 2006
Read Betty Carter Remembered First Time I Saw Betty Carter Remembered
by Dee Dee McNeil
Published: May 13, 2006
Read Betty Carter: Along Came Betty First Time I Saw Betty Carter: Along Came Betty
by Rob Mariani
Published: May 13, 2006
Read Does Anybody Here Remember Joe? First Time I Saw Does Anybody Here Remember Joe?
by Craig M. Cortello
Published: April 26, 2006
Read Coda For Elvin First Time I Saw Coda For Elvin
by Rob Mariani
Published: April 2, 2004
Read "How Teachers can Swing in the Classroom" What is Jazz? How Teachers can Swing in the Classroom
by Douglas Groothuis
Published: April 8, 2016
Read "Hristo Vitchev: Charting His Own Way" Catching Up With Hristo Vitchev: Charting His Own Way
by David Becker
Published: November 22, 2016
Read "Jeremy Monteiro & Eugene Pao: To Paris With Love,  A Tribute to the Genius of Michel Legrand / Jeremy Monteiro & Jazz Brazileiro: Brazilian Dreams" Multiple Reviews Jeremy Monteiro & Eugene Pao: To Paris With Love, A...
by Ian Patterson
Published: August 2, 2016
Read "The Blues: Why It Still Hurts So Good" Book Reviews The Blues: Why It Still Hurts So Good
by Doug Collette
Published: February 20, 2017
Read "Peter Case: Peter Case" Extended Analysis Peter Case: Peter Case
by Doug Collette
Published: October 1, 2016
Read "Peacemaker Music & Arts Fest 2016" Live Reviews Peacemaker Music & Arts Fest 2016
by C. Michael Bailey
Published: September 17, 2016

Post a comment

comments powered by Disqus


Support our sponsor

Support All About Jazz's Future

We need your help and we have a deal. Contribute $20 and we'll hide the six Google ads that appear on every page for a full year!