An evening listening to Tubby

To escape from what was once a pleasure and has now, with the occasional exception, become a chore - no, I'm not talking about marriage - but listening to CDs that I don't want to listen to other than for review purposes, I decided to have an evening listening to what I wanted to listen to.

This in itself presented a problem. Where to start? Armstrong, Basie, Ellington, Parker, Billie, Ella, Rollins, Trane, Mingus ... Then the answer came in a flash - Tubby Hayes!

I'd just finished re-reading Simon Spillett's definitive work (The Long Shadow of the Little Giant) for what was maybe the second or third time and, as I re-absorbed each of the 180,000 words, I felt compelled to delve into Tubby's CDs and LPs of which I have-a-plenty.

From the early Tempo Quartets to the Jazz Couriers to the classic albums such as Mexican Green I ducked and dived dipping in here and there. 

Marvelling at that almost incomprehensible technique on tenor, the throaty flute sound and the sensitivity of his vibes playing I also recalled those nights hearing him at the Flamingo as well as at a memorable session at the Downbeat Club in Newcastle.

It was when I was listening to one of the many versions of Mexican Green - a BBC 625 recording - that I had a positively sacrilegious thought ... 

Tubby's staccato-tongued theme statement sounded not unlike the Yakety Sax play out at the end of the Benny Hill Show!

I guess he blew the fastest tenor in the west! Lance