I’ve been busy in my continuing battle with the tech monster you see on the right. He won’t leave my computer system alone. I was so occupied with his depredations that I didn’t realize until the day was all but gone that this isRoy Haynes’ 88th birthday. It would be wrong to let it go by without celebrating. I’ll do that by toasting Roy with a glass of Layer Cake Shiraz and by sharing with you one of his solos from Jack Kleinsinger’s Highlights in Jazz concerts. This was New York, 1973. Mr. Haynes’ colleagues were Howard McGhee and Jimmy Owens, trumpets; Cecil Payne, baritone saxophone; Lee Konitz, alto saxophone, Ted Dunbar, guitar; and Richard Davis, bass. There is video disturbance partway through, but the sound is fine. Roy introduces the tune.
Around the same time in the ‘70s, I dropped by the old Half Note one night after the newscast to hear Al Cohn and Zoot Sims. Roy was playing drums. He had a solo the equal of the one we just heard, and longer. He came off the stand soaking wet, grinning. “Feel better?” I said. His smile broadened and he said, “I felt good to START with.”
I love jazz because it is in my blood. It is the only original American art form. It is sacred. The greatest musicians are jazz artists.
I was first exposed to jazz in 1961 listening to my father's records of Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn, Count Basie, Nat King Cole, Ben Webster, Coleman Hawkins, Lester Young.
I met Sonny Stitt, Wayne Shorter, Branford Marsalis, Joey Calderazzo, Michael Brecker, Cannonball Adderley, Walter Booker, Dave Liebman, Joe Lovano, George Benson, Mike
Stern, Stanley Turrentine, Billy Harper, Skip Hadden, Charlie Haden.
The best show I ever attended was Joe Lovano with Soundprints at the Wexner Center in Columbus Ohio in 2014.
The first jazz record I bought was Miles Smiles.