Malachi Thompson, the sparkling, exploratory, Chicago jazz trumpeter who died of cancer on Tuesday at the age of fifty-six, recorded a flurry of CDs in his last decade. Many of Thompson’s albums for his hometown label Delmark pulled off the demanding trick of looking simultaneously forward and back. Following an initial seige of cancer, his renaissance began in 1992 with Lift Every Voice and included Buddy Bolden’s Rag, 47th Street and one of the last and most effective with his Africa Brass ensemble, Blue Jazz. Critic Howard Reich has an appreciation of Thompson and a review of his career in the Chicago Tribune. You’ll have to register to read it online. Registration is free.







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