Back in the day, before emasculated modern jazz trumpet players - no names no pack drill - monopolised the modern jazz/bebop scene, Fats Navarro and Clifford Brown, along with Dizzy, were the main men.
Fats had a tone, a sound, that went along with his name and Clifford became his natural successor.
The Clifford Brown - Max Roach Quintet was, perhaps, the first great post-Parker band - Silver, Blakey, notwithstanding.
The front line of Brown and Harold Land were as unbeatable as any combo you care to name either before or since.
1959? Give me 1954!
Tonight, at the Central Bar, the Fowler Quintet forsook the Blue Note vaults to recreate the signature dish of the Brown - Roach Quintet that was released on the EmArcy label.
Jordu had Alan Law playing as if he was Bud Powell's younger brother! Is there a better piano man on the scene?
Delilah - not the Delilah - didn't work but, listening to the original, I don't think it worked for them either.
Daahoud swung and Stuart explained the title leaving us all the more knowledgeable but maybe not that much wiser!
Parisienne Thoroughfare! This was a complex piece but Bradford coped with the ever changing tempos and moods and Law added a few Francophilian moments of his own.
Fowler and Keeble were just about as good a frontline as any bop band could want and Harry definitely copped for BSH's Cool Cut Coiffure Award beating Bojo by a country lie.
The set concluded with a blistering version of Duke's What Am I Here For?
Alas, apart from Abbie - love her - sitting in on drums, the jam session failed to materialise. Needs to be sorted.
Jams all over town where you can blow for free but don't have to pay to get in! Lance
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