I never caught George Duke in concert. I never met the man in person. However, he did give me two hours of his extremely busy time to talk to me for a career-spanning interview. What came of it was the longest interview I had ever done before, after or since and after I finished it, I never wanted to put so much work into something I got so little compensation from. Like zero dollars and cents.
But I think George liked it too because he put a link to it on the front page of his web site and that’s an honor.
I gained a whole new appreciation of the man they called “Big Daddy.” If you love jazz fusion (and I do because I ain’t no jazz snob) you love George Duke, who was one of the top five keyboard players of the genre along with Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea, Joe Zawinul and Jeff Lorber. Where Duke ranks in that group is subject to debate. I place him in second place behind Hancock and ahead of Corea, Zawinul and Lorber. Others may see it differently, but hey, it’s my list and I’ll order it how I want.
I published an excerpt of the interview which can be found in full on All About Jazz, but it’s way too long to publish the entire thing on this blog. However, I couldn’t let an opportunity pass to ask Duke what it was like playing with the notoriously short-tempered Miles Davis.
All About Jazz: Regarding “Ripple In Time,” the trumpet playing by Oscar Brashear is a shout-out to Miles Davis. You played with Miles in his final years, and nobody comes away from working with Miles without some impression: good, bad or otherwise.
George Duke: He could be extremely intimidating. Matter of fact, I was playing with Cannonball Adderley at the Beacon Theater in New York. We had finished our show and I was out front listening to John McLaughlin, and Miles came to the show.
He said [slips into gravelly Miles Davis voice], “Hey man, what you doin’ in this band?”
I was, like, “Damn, did I just get dissed?” I didn’t know if he was saying I wasn’t good enough to be in Cannonball’s band. I didn’t know how to take that comment.
Years later, Miles would come to my shows in New York but he wouldn’t say anything to me. A murmur would go through the audience: “Miles is in the room!”
As time went by, he’d call me on the phone and tell me he wanted me to write a tune for him. He actually asked me to join his band at one point. We were never close friends and I wasn’t in his band, but we had this weird kind of relationship especially when he was with Cicely Tyson. I’d see him all the time. He said, “George, I want you to write me a tune.”
I wrote “Backyard Ritual” and sent it over to him as a demo thinking he’d go in and re-record it live with his guys. But he said, “I like it because it sounds funny.”
I said, “Miles, that’s a demo. We’re going to come in and re-cut it.”
Miles said, “Naw, man. I like it the way it is.”
And that’s the way it came out. “Backyard Ritual” is a demo Miles played over. I never saw him in the studio.
The original song I wrote for Miles had a French-Cuban atmosphere to it. Dianne Reeves came in the studio and heard me working on it. She said, “What’s that?”
I said, “This is for Miles.”
She said, ‘Wait a minute. We’re family. I want that tune for my record.”
I told her, “Well, you can’t have it.”
Dianne said, “We’re family. You got to tell Miles he can’t have it. Write him something else.”
I said, “He’s already heard it. You call Miles and tell him he can’t have it!” She said she was already writing a lyric for it. I told her, “You gotta stop!” Well, Dianne is my cousin so I had to call Miles tell him. I said, “Hey Miles?”
“You know that I tune I wrote for you?”
“You know my cousin, Dianne Reeves?”
“Uh, can I write you another tune? She wants it for her album.”
Miles cussed me up and down. It took him about 15 minutes of swearing at me and her. “Tell that blankety-blank to get her own song!”
The song that came out of it for Dianne’s album was “Fumilayo,” and it was nominated for a Grammy. It didn’t win, but it started out as a song for Miles Davis.
AAJ: You hear these amazing stories about how intimidating Miles was and you think no way could it be true, but maybe it is.
GD: Miles was quite a character and much funnier than most people realize, especially if you were with him one-on-one—very interesting dude.
Going down the list of who Duke played with or produced includes Michael Jackson, Stanley Clarke, Sheila E., Frank Zappa, Jeffrey Osbourne, Deniece Williams, Jean-Luc Ponty, Sonny Rollins, Cannonball Adderly, Billy Cobham, Barry Manilow, Anita Baker, A Taste of Honey, and on and on. Duke liked to work as much as he liked to play and when his career cooled as a musician, he slipped effortlessly into the producer’s chair and kept pumpin’ out the hits.
I struggled with Duke’s last album, Dreamweaver. It was dedicated to his wife, Corrine, who passed away last year. The album has its peaks and valleys and I struggled with writing the review. I didn’t feel it was a great record, but I couldn’t knock the sincerity behind it.
The promotional video for the album shows a somewhat diminished Duke. I see a man who has lost weight and wearing a hat instead of his usual Afro (possibly to cover hair loss from chemotherapy?). Don’t know and it’s not my business anyway. Duke cared about the music, not the trapping of stardom. He played with giants, made hits for giants and became a giant without ever losing his humility, humanity or humor. There’s the music he made and the many millions he reached for and turned on with the Dukey Stick.
There’s also the respect and love George Duke’s peers felt for him.
When I was growing up and learning to play guitar in Hawaii, George Duke was one of my heroes. It was a dream come true to play in his band, and I’ll always be grateful to him for his supportive attitude — and the way he pushed us all to play the best we could .
~ Charles “Icarus” Johnson, writer and blogger, Little Green Footballs and former guitarist in the George Duke Band
I can’t believe that I’m writing these words. George Duke has passed. This one is extra tough. He’d just lost his wife a year ago. George was one of those special human beings who changed the feeling of whatever room he occupied. When you were around him everything just seemed better. , lighter, more positive. Tremendous musician, incredible human being… No one who knew him will be quite the same now that he’s moved on.
~ Marcus Miller
George Duke’s talent was universal. He could adapt to all forms of jazz, pop, and rock – from Frank Zappa to Miles Davis and everything in between. He died not only of an illness but I think also of a broken heart. His wife Corrine left us last year and they were deeply in love.
~ Ramsey Lewis
Words cannot express the lost of my mentor and friend George Duke. I tried to come see you yesterday. You are now home. I love you.
~ Sheila E.
- Jazz Icon George Duke Dies (waitwaitwhut.com)
- George Duke, Grammy-winning jazz keyboardist-producer, dies at 67 (vancouversun.com)
- Music Ambassador, Visionary George Duke Dies (mix965houston.cbslocal.com)
- Jazz Keyboardist George Duke Dead at 67 | Billboard (thehiltonburnellfiles.wordpress.com)
There are two things I’ll miss when I give up reviewing jazz this year. The first is simple: free CD’s? Who could gripe about that? The second is the sublime joy of discovery that comes when a previously unknown musician is introduced to your musical world and eventually takes up permanent residence there.
It was ten years ago when Hiromi Uehara released her debut, Another Mind. I was on my way to Nashville for a journalism workshop and I tossed the album in the bag along with the rest of the music for the road trip. The acoustics of a car are not the optimum listening environment, but traveling for six hours and almost 400 miles gave me plenty of opportunity to thoroughly explore the Japanese born, Berklee College of Music educated pianist.
It’s easy to view Another Mind as Hiromi’s graduating thesis paper set to music. Among her mentors at Berklee was jazz bassist Richard Evans who taught arranging and orchestration, two skills she has put to fine usage. Evans produced his student’s debut along with his friend and colleague, Ahmad Jamal, another stylish and visionary pianist whom Miles Davis name-checks several times in his autobiography as a major influence.
“She is nothing short of amazing,” Jamal said, “Her music, together with her overwhelming charm and spirit, causes her to soar to musical heights.”
Eight albums, two in-concert details, and collaborations with Chick Corea (Duet) and Stanley Clarke as part of an acoustic trio with drummer Lenny White on the exceptional Jazz in the Garden and again on Clarke’s “last” electric album, The Stanley Clarke Band, Hiromi is firmly established as one of the brightest young talents playing today. Esperanza Spalding, her record label mate, gets most of the publicity as the latest “savior” of jazz, but that’s too big of a burden for her to carry alone. Spalding should share the load with Hiromi, Robert Glasper, Stefon Harris and Jason Moran to name a few of the young lions holding true to the tradition even as they push it forward.
The opening notes of “Move” from Hiromi’s newest album of the same name start off with one note being repeated like water drip-drip-dripping from a faucet until Simon Phillips on drums and Anthony Jackson on contra-bass join together to create what she calls “three-dimensional sound.” Clocking in at over eight minutes in length, Hiromi constructs an elaborate pastiche of elaborate soloing, funky grooves and an interplay with Phillips and Jackson that is both exciting to hear and astonishing to see.
There is always an overarching theme to Hiromi’s recordings and Move is no different. The nine tracks are focused on living life on a normal day. “You wake up and go to work and then hang out, she says. “The album is like a soundtrack for a day.”
If Move is any indication Hiromi’s days must be pretty busy. She’s a serious person who takes the music seriously but she has always balanced her creative temperament by not taking herself too seriously. Her approach to the music has always been while a song like “Move” is a labor of love, it is labor. “It’s one of the most difficult pieces I’ve ever written,” Hiromi says. “I had great musicians with me, and we worked hard on that song. In the studio and rehearsals, we spent a lot of time to play it right. It’s very tricky because when a song sounds difficult, it’s not fun. It has to groove and it has to go beyond ‘this is a difficult song.’ It has to make you groove and feel the rhythm. To reach that point really took some time. “
You mean you can’t just walk on the stage and just start playing? You have to rehearse and learn how to play the song? No wonder jazz gets treated like an ugly puppy nobody wants to play with. It takes work.
Those that can’t do teach and those that can’t teach, review those that do. That’s what my small little contribution to the health and well-being of jazz has been. It is a source of satisfaction to know I’ve hipped others to Hiromi such as the music critic from the daily newspaper who sat with me at the annual Jazz and Rib Festival and grooved along to her live performance which is as inventive and energetic as her recordings. It’s a good feeling to spread the knowledge about a true talent that actually has paid her dues and is goes about her business without flashing skin, starting beefs, and making a spectacle of herself.
Hiromi’s way is a slow burn to success.. Letting the music instead of the hype do the talking . It seems like such an old-fashioned approach to allow the substance to match the style, but this is what is Hiromi is doing and she continues to do it well. Not everything she tries always works, but it never fails to keep me interested in what she’s doing next. The anticipation of “what’s next?” is what motivated me to follow Miles Davis, Prince and Santana even when they led to creative blind alleys. It hasn’t happened to Hiromi yet. Hiromi has held my interest for a decade now and my trust has been rewarded by her continued innovative, adventurous and dazzling originality.
- Hiromi: Finding Music In The Daily Din (npr.org)
- You: Did you see jazz on the Grammys broadcast Sunday night? (latimes.com)
- Ahmad Jamal: A deliciously talented musician (telegraph.co.uk)
This isn’t going to be a long post because it’s about the Grammy Awards. I didn’t watch the show just like I haven’t watched the show for the better part of the last ten years. No, this isn’t yet another “You’re not getting old, the music just sucks” rant. I am getting old and the music does suck, but at least if you’re a jazz fan you don’t have to stay up past your bedtime.
This was the first Grammy program since they cut out most of the major categories for jazz, Latin and other genres that are not pop, hip-hop and rap. Those Grammys are awarded during a pre-broadcast ceremony outside of the TV cameras. Nobody wants to watch some old jazz cats taking home the hardware for music nobody listens to in America.
My buddy, Rachel Z., writing in support of reinstating the jazz categories dropped by the Grammys said, “Most of the Major labels have in the past 3 years dropped their Jazz Departments. That is the sole reason why you are seeing a drop in submissions. Many independent musicians and labels cannot afford a NARAS membership on their own. Previously votes presented by major labels though a block voting system implemented by the majors. What would you suggest that I tell my students at the New School who spend their life dreaming of a Grammy that now there is only one Jazz Category? 2/3 less chance to win! This gives them the same chance as winning the lottery now after the cutbacks in the Jazz Category. They are competing with people 5x their age in the Jazz Category. Not to mention putting Latin Jazz next to traditional jazz…???!!!”
When Stanley Clarke and Chick Corea accepted the Best Improvised Solo award for “500 Miles High” from the terrific 2011 album, Forever, I wonder who was there to watch them besides the workers setting up the stage?
Public Enemy once said, “Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?” and the marginalization of jazz at the Grammys only confirms that sentiment for me. I don’t care about award shows. I’d rather the musicians make a buck or two, but recognition for them is nice. It validates my taste. Unfortunately, jazz is treated like a crazy old uncle the music industry would rather keep out of sight and forget about.
They obviously don’t want any more Esperanza Spaldings or Herbie Hancocks taking up any of the face time among all the b.s. awards they have to hand out to nobodies and trendy flavors of the month. In fact that’s what they should call the Grammys: This year’s Flavors of the Month.
Jazz is not a genre where here today and gone later today flourishes. Nor is it a form of music where you can get by as a barely competent rapper or studio enhanced singer. You have to be able to sing. You have to be able to play. And if you can’t do either, you can’t play jazz. Period.
A few thoughts about Adele cleaning up at The Adele Awards (formerly known as the Grammy Awards). I’m an agnostic n Adele. Can she sing? Yes, and no Auto-Tune or wearing costumes made of meat are necessary.
“Rolling In the Deep” is a great song (though, please don’t call it soul) , but 21 is not a great album. “Rolling” kills, but after that it’s pretty slow going. Adele will have a nice long career, but she needs better material.
The Grammys are about celebrity and popularity. If they could figure out a way to give Kim Kardashian an award for record that wouldn’t make them look insane, they would do it. Most award shows are bullshit anyway. The Grammy Awards finds all new ways to make themselves even more irrelevant to the art form they pretend to be celebrating.
- Axed musicians to protest outside Grammy Awards show (canada.com)
- Adele returns to the Music Stage; Glams it up at the Grammy Awards (sugarslam.com)
- Musicians Want Ethnic Grammy Categories Back (theroot.com)
- Here, There & Everywhere: The 2012 Jazz Grammy Winners (irom.wordpress.com)