Red Allen Chapters 9 - The Jazz Archive
Red Allen Chapters 9 - The Jazz Archive
Red Allen Chapters 9 - The Jazz Archive
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Martin Williams “JAZZ MASTERS OF NEW ORLEANS”pp251-274 - HENRY RED:<br />
...At least he was very early for some recording he did in<br />
the summer of 1962. <strong>Allen</strong> had been using a quartet for<br />
successful appearances in such semi-posh lounges as the<br />
Embers in New York, the London House in Chicago, the<br />
<strong>The</strong>atrical Grill in Cleveland, and on college tours with<br />
comedians Shelley Berman and Bob Newhart, and he was<br />
asked by Prestige Records to make an LP with the group.<br />
Prestige, like several New York jazz record companies, uses<br />
the studios of an ex-optometrist named Rudy Van Gelder,<br />
who began high-fidelity recording as a hobby and ended up<br />
with a successful business on his hands. Van Gelder´s<br />
studios are located just across the George Washington<br />
Bridge from Manhattan Island in the New-Jersey suburbs,<br />
and <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong> pulled up his shiny black Cadillac in front of<br />
Van Gelder´s large, backyard brick building early-almost<br />
forty-five minutes before the date was to begin. Van Gelder<br />
is more used to show-business lateness than earliness, and<br />
he was not only surprised but dismayed at the arrival of<br />
<strong>Allen</strong> and his quartet. However, once he had made the firm<br />
announcement that recording would not begin until the<br />
scheduled 1 p.m. he opened the studio door and let the<br />
players wait inside.<br />
<strong>Allen</strong> soon regained the composure he was so determined to<br />
preserve, and inside the high-ceilinged, wooden beamed<br />
studio he found of time to prepare. "Early?"muttered Jerry<br />
Potter setting up his drums, "This group is always early!"<br />
It was better to be inside. <strong>The</strong> day was overcast; there was a<br />
drizzle which turned into a heavy rain by late afternoon.<br />
<strong>Allen</strong> donned a pair of classes that gave him a studious air,<br />
an air that few people who have watched the exuberant and<br />
powerful <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong> on a night club bandstand would<br />
recognize. He leaned over the back of the studio piano,<br />
studying his list of repertory with the quartet and going some<br />
of his lyrics.<br />
Before long there was a casual exchange of players at the<br />
piano bench-first the group´s bass player, Frank Skeete, and<br />
then <strong>Allen</strong>. Lanny Scott, the quartet´s pianist, is the<br />
professional, of course, so it would not behoove him to play<br />
for such casual amusement. Musicians take this sort of thing<br />
for granted-nearly everyone plays a little piano and enjoys it,<br />
but it is often surprising to outsiders.<br />
(*) A little before 1 p.m. Esmond Edwards arrived.<br />
Edwards had set the date up and he was to supervise it for<br />
Prestige. (In other fields of endeavour he would be called a<br />
producer; in recording, he is called an A & R man-meaning<br />
artists and repertory.) He was frankly surprised to find the<br />
musicians all present and ready to go. He took his place<br />
inside Van Gelder´s control booth, behind the large glass<br />
panel which is broad and high enough to take in the whole<br />
barn-like studio at a glance. Van Gelder soon had his machines<br />
threaded with tape and was seated behind his complex<br />
control panel. <strong>The</strong> date was officially ready to begin.<br />
On the other side of the glass the musicians began running<br />
through the first piece, Cherry, to warm up and to cheek the<br />
placement of the microphones. <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong> was swinging<br />
from the first bar, and his very personal, often complex<br />
phrases rolled off his horn with an apparent, almost casual<br />
ease. He was also showing his fine control of the horn; he<br />
would begin with an idea at a mere whisper of trumpet<br />
sound, and develop it to a powerful shout at the end of his<br />
phrase-the kind of dynamics that few other trumpeters know<br />
how to employ.<br />
After the run-through, Edwards suggested that drummer<br />
Jerry Potter try sticks instead of brushes. Everyone agreed.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Cherry was going onto the tape, take-1 -an inventive<br />
opening by <strong>Red</strong>, but he stopped after his vocal. "I goofed the<br />
words all up." Another take, but the bass wasn´t balanced.<br />
First numbers on a record date usually go this way.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, Cherry –3. Everyone was working; the group was<br />
concertedly alive. <strong>Allen</strong> was truly inventive, for he used only<br />
one brief phrase that he had played in any previous version<br />
of Cherry so far. "That man really improvises,” someone in<br />
the booth said, as Edwards and Van Gelder nodded. "I<br />
wonder if he could himself, even if he wanted to.” As the<br />
ending rang out through the wooden rafters and across the<br />
mikes, echoing the power and drive of the performance.<br />
Edwards laughed. "<strong>The</strong>y don´t play like that any more!” "Can<br />
we hear that back?" <strong>Red</strong> asked-“How. do we sound in here?"<br />
A bit later they began running through Sleepy Time Gal,<br />
<strong>Allen</strong>´s lines were weaving in unexpected directions and he<br />
was beginning to show his command of the full range of his<br />
horn, with the perfectly played low notes that are almost his<br />
exclusive property. His melodies were still gli-ding over the<br />
rhythm section and basic time, with sureness and inner drive,<br />
and no excess notes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first take of Sleepy Time Gal was much simpler than the<br />
run-through, and there was some trouble with the<br />
introduction. <strong>Allen</strong> is still more used to recording for the old<br />
flat acetate record blanks rather than tape, and he had been<br />
counting off the tempos to the group at a whisper. But with<br />
tape it´s easy to cut splice, and remove a downbeat or a countoff.<br />
“You can count it off out loud, <strong>Red</strong>,” Edwards reminded<br />
him.<br />
At the end of another take, Edwards apparently saw<br />
something was about to happen, and he reached for his mike<br />
to say over the studio loudspeakers, “ How are the chops?<br />
Can we do one more right away?”<br />
"Yeah, sure, my man!” immediately from <strong>Allen</strong>. And then<br />
they did the best Sleepy Time Gal yet.<br />
This time <strong>Allen</strong> came into the engineering booth to hear the<br />
playback and sat beside Van Gelder´s elaborate array of dials<br />
and knobs. He raised and curved his eyebrows at a<br />
particularly lyric turn of phrase in his own improvising, pretty<br />
much the way any listener would in following the music.<br />
By 2 p.m. they were into I Ain't Got Nobody; on his vocal<br />
<strong>Red</strong> was gliding through as many as six notes in singing just<br />
the opening word “I.” After the run-through, Edwards<br />
suggested that <strong>Allen</strong> blow another trumpet chorus on the final<br />
take. Again, <strong>Allen</strong>´s ideas were fresh and different each time<br />
they ran the piece down, and he still glided over the basic<br />
one-two-three-four of the rhythm with perfect poise. His<br />
trumpet alone might make the whole group swing. He<br />
counted them off loudly now for the final take, “ONE!<br />
TWO!” And at the end, after the reverberations had settled,<br />
there was the inevitable <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong> genial cry of "Nice!”<br />
Almost his trademark.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, a short break as some visitors arrived, Van Gelder<br />
immediately gave them a firm invitation to sit quietly in the<br />
studio and stay out of the booth. Jerry Potter came in to ask<br />
for a little more mike on his bass drum. “Can you bring it up a<br />
little?” <strong>The</strong>n I can relax. I have to keep leaning on it<br />
otherwise.”<br />
“Okay, we´ll try. It´s not easy to do.”<br />
In the studio designer and photographer Don Schlitten, there<br />
to get a picture for the LP album cover. had his lights and<br />
shutters going. <strong>Allen</strong> wasn´t bothered. Nervous or not, <strong>Red</strong><br />
<strong>Allen</strong> had been strictly business from the beginning. And he<br />
was obviously impatient to get back to work.<br />
Later, they were well into a new version of one of <strong>Allen</strong>´s<br />
early recordings, <strong>The</strong>re´s a House in Harlem, and <strong>Red</strong> was<br />
getting deep growl effects the way he does on his open horn,<br />
without a plunger. Again, every version was different. Van<br />
Gelder remarked for about the third time that they should be<br />
recording everything including the warm-ups and runthroughs.<br />
And again, he shook his head in appreciation of<br />
how well <strong>Red</strong> was playing.<br />
Edwards stopped the take, remarking on the intro, and<br />
drummer Lannie Scott and bassist Frank Skeete worked it out<br />
together before the tape was rolled again.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y began Just in Time, a more recent show tune, from<br />
Bells Are Ringing. “Everybody plays that thing now,” a<br />
visitor remarked. “I guess it´s become a jazz standard already.<br />
I heard Art Farmer do it the other day.” <strong>The</strong>re was some<br />
trouble again with the intro so <strong>Red</strong> took it himself<br />
unaccompanied. <strong>The</strong>y went through the piece once and <strong>Allen</strong><br />
was after Jerry Potter again. “Let me hear a little more of that<br />
bass drum, please." <strong>The</strong> ending was “up,” loudly and broadly<br />
signaling the finish of the piece, just as the group does to a<br />
club audience.<br />
Another break, this one officially called by Edwards. <strong>Red</strong><br />
was still anxious to get back to work and he toyed around on