Traveling Full Circle ~ Frank Stewart's Visual Music PDF
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<strong>Frank</strong> Stewart was born in Nashville, Tennessee.<br />
His father, <strong>Frank</strong> Stewart, Sr., was a salesman of hi-fidelity recording equipment. His<br />
mother, Dorothy Johnson, was an artist, designer, and model. Both parents immersed<br />
<strong>Frank</strong> and his two sisters in a world where music and visual art mattered. When he<br />
was five, the family moved to Memphis. When he was eight, his mother married the<br />
jazz piano prodigy, Phineas Newborn, Jr. He moved again, this time to New York<br />
City.<br />
When Count Basie invited Newborn, without question one of the best jazz pianists<br />
of his generation, to serve as his opening act at Birdland, Newborn brought his young<br />
stepson onto the New York City jazz scene with him. Together, they went up and<br />
down 52nd Street, and then to other magically named New York City jazz clubs of<br />
the late 1950s: The FiveSpot, The Village Gate, The Village Vanguard. “I got to know<br />
all the cats in Count Basie’s band,” Stewart recalls. “Al Gray, Snooky Young, Count<br />
himself. I also met Miles and Monk, Paul Chambers and Roy Haynes, all of them… I<br />
came from a gospel and R&B background at home. But I got up here and there was<br />
a whole ‘nother musical world. Listening to jazz when I was eight years old, it was like<br />
the avant-garde of today. It was a whole language of improvisation that just escaped<br />
me. But I thought I was cool, you know. I was hip. I was on the scene. I had my little<br />
Blue Car on the Malecon, Havana, 2009<br />
ties on, my vines on. And I was hanging out with him.”<br />
When Newborn declared artistic independence from the networks that controlled<br />
the U.S. music scene, he was barred from recording or performing in this country.<br />
Newborn left the family to work in Europe, and young Stewart was taken back to<br />
Memphis, and then to Chicago, where he lived with his natural father.<br />
It was in Chicago that Stewart took his first art lessons. Like most of his Chicago<br />
buddies, Stewart was a good runner and ball player; but his grandmother, Cora Taylor<br />
Stewart, also signed him up for Saturday drawing classes at the Art Institute of<br />
Chicago. “You’re doing what?!” his friends would say, “You’re going downtown to<br />
draw! Are you crazy?” “I thought I was doing something my mother might like,” Stewart<br />
recalls. “And then I started liking it.” On Saturdays he was among those drawing<br />
the preserved animals at the Field Museum, or trying to capture Grant Park’s shining<br />
Buckingham Fountain with paint on paper. At age thirteen, Stewart traveled<br />
to the March on Washington, where he took some of his first photographs with his<br />
new Brownie box camera—a gift from his mother. “I was turning the camera to make<br />
the pictures look diamond-shaped and what not,” Stewart said. “I couldn’t get close