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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- 112a - Addenda<br />
THE FANTASTIC RED ALLEN New <strong>Jazz</strong> Records - Max Jones in Melody Maker 8/19/67p27 about Xtra-5032 (1962)<br />
DON ELLIS wrote earlier this year: " <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong> is a fantastic<br />
trumpet player and reveals an incredible imagination. He<br />
makes use of almost every device mechanically and physically<br />
possible on the trumpet."<br />
He was talking about <strong>Allen</strong>'s quartet album, "Feeling Good,"<br />
with Sammy Price on piano, but most of his comments would<br />
apply to this set, made a few years before.<br />
<strong>The</strong> instrumentation is the same in each case, and routines<br />
and approaches are similar though <strong>Red</strong> sang more vocals on<br />
the later recording.<br />
Here he sings only on "I Ain't Got" and that excellent Don<br />
<strong>Red</strong>man number, "Cherry" (the only tune common to both<br />
sets). <strong>The</strong> singing, as always, is gruff and gutty, full of<br />
punched out phrases alive with the swing, humour and<br />
peculiar tone qualities which mark much of his trumpet work.<br />
As for the blowing, he produces something unexpected on<br />
every track and works hard to keep the music sounding fresh<br />
and stimulating. He is particularly fine and fanciful at the<br />
beginning of "Ain't Got" and "Sleepy Time," and all through<br />
the old " House In Harlem."<br />
Much commanding blues playing can be heard on<br />
"St Louis," also some of the flutter-growl effects which <strong>Red</strong><br />
used extensively in his later years. I am not too partial to this<br />
kind of tonal harshness, but it is one of the ways <strong>Red</strong> used to<br />
increase tension or give variety to a longish solo outing, and it<br />
occurs quite a few times in the set.<br />
He was always an innovator, with an audacious outlook on<br />
harmony, tone and phrasing; his liking for dry, even waspish<br />
sounds, not really pleasing to the ear, can perhaps be seen as<br />
another of his before-his-time stylisms.<br />
Very good performances in respect of tonal manipulation are<br />
"Just In Time" and "Biffly Blues," the latter an original<br />
recorded by <strong>Allen</strong> on the first session made under his name.<br />
And remarkable ideas lie thick on "Nice Work."<br />
But all those devices mentioned by Don Ellis are on display<br />
somewhere, and at Xtra's low price the album should be<br />
snapped up by trumpet lovers and users. As Ellis says, again: "<br />
Most other trumpeters of any era, with their relatively limited<br />
scope, seem very tame and pale in comparison to <strong>Red</strong> <strong>Allen</strong>."<br />
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JAZZ DYING? RED STILL DRIVES A CAD<br />
MM Editor Jack Hutton calls it at the Metropole, New York, to talk to veteran New Orleans trumpeter RED ALLEN<br />
– due in Britain next month to tour with some of our top bands. Melody Maker 3/14/64<br />
RED ALLEN'S face looks as though it<br />
were hewn out of teak. Especially when<br />
he's blasting away on his King trumpet<br />
on the bandstand of New York's Metropole,<br />
above and behind the bar.<br />
<strong>Red</strong> and his quartet - bassist Franklin<br />
Skeet s, drummer Gerry Potter and pianist<br />
Sammy Price -have a lot of opposition.<br />
<strong>The</strong> roar of traffic on Seventh Avenue,<br />
the thing of the bar tills and the indifference<br />
of much of the audience.<br />
<strong>Red</strong> takes them all on and wins.<br />
He has a curious style of showmanship<br />
which consists mainly of bending and<br />
swooping, physically following his<br />
playing, removing one hand from his<br />
horn and shouting "Nice" and "My Man!"<br />
in his gruff New Orleans accent.<br />
Gusto<br />
He hits high ones with ease ("I can<br />
usually git what I go for") plays those<br />
odd intervals which has earned him the<br />
tag of the first bop trumpet player, and<br />
growls on his instrument with gusto.<br />
He attacks individuals at the bar with<br />
stabbing staccato notes until they either<br />
applaud or drink up and go. Most stay.<br />
On the night I was there he plugged<br />
Melody Maker over the mike, insisted<br />
on a hand for the paper from bewildered<br />
barflies and played "A closer walk with<br />
thee" - presumably for me.<br />
With hardly a pause he switched into<br />
"Lover come back" and then dug up<br />
"Pleasin' Paul".<br />
His playing packs pulsating vitality, his<br />
tone crackles and his fiery approach is ;<br />
charged with excitement.<br />
<strong>The</strong> set over, <strong>Red</strong> slung a massive arm<br />
round my shoulders, growled "Nice!"<br />
and steered me across Seventh Avenue to<br />
a bar across the street. I wondered how<br />
the guvnor of the Metropole took that.<br />
On the way <strong>Red</strong> stopped at a 1964<br />
Cadillac and opened the boot. Somehow<br />
it seemed incongruous to see pictures of<br />
Henry <strong>Allen</strong> Snr. and his New Orleans<br />
Brass Band coming out of the glossy<br />
Cadillac.<br />
In the bar <strong>Red</strong> waved to Coleman<br />
Hawkins and Big Chief Russell Moore,<br />
who happened to be there (New York's<br />
like that) and settled in a booth.<br />
<strong>The</strong> scrapbook was produced and Brian<br />
Rust would have gone potty as the pictures<br />
of early New Orleans musicians<br />
were uncovered. Oscar Celestin, Alphonse<br />
Picou, Bunk, - they were all there.<br />
Drinking sherry - he'd given up Scotch<br />
for Lent - <strong>Red</strong> told me he's been at the<br />
Metropole for ten years off and on, was<br />
56, and was gassed at the thought of<br />
coming to Britain next month to guest<br />
with Alex Welsh, Sandy Brown, Bruce<br />
Turner and Humphrey Lyttelton.<br />
Classic<br />
He raved about Louis : Armstrong, who<br />
often turns up at his house unexpectedly,<br />
and Coleman Hawkins, with whom he<br />
plays weekend gigs.<br />
He is a great admirer of Pee Wee<br />
Russell and says: "I've known Pee Wee<br />
and played with him most of my life.<br />
And believe me, I don't play with people<br />
I don't like."<br />
<strong>Red</strong> paused to growl "Nice. My Man!"<br />
and wave to some of the customer from<br />
the Metropole who seem to have<br />
followed him across Seventh Avenue.<br />
<strong>Red</strong> has been a New Yorker for years<br />
and has a good • gig connection which<br />
makes him far more fortunate than most<br />
of the city's jazzmen. Few run Cadillacs.<br />
Or cars - period.<br />
He does the odd TV spot and a few<br />
record dates. But he doesn't own one of<br />
the many classic sides he played on.<br />
"Well, you know how it is man," he<br />
grunted. "You loan them out over the<br />
years ' . and that's the end."<br />
<strong>Red</strong> downed the sherry and headed<br />
back f or the Metropole for another set.<br />
He felt like singing and out came "How<br />
long" and 'St. Louis Blues". Although<br />
only ten people or so were present the<br />
excitement came back with <strong>Allen</strong>.<br />
One senses he's having a ball and the<br />
feeling comes across.<br />
Just as the bar was closing-at 2.30 am<br />
and we were saying goodnight, <strong>Red</strong> lost<br />
a cuff link when he gave one of his<br />
stylish flourishes. Staff and customers<br />
searched the Metropole without success.<br />
"Never mind," growled <strong>Red</strong>, "I'll send<br />
this one to Wingie Manone."<br />
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