Many Rifftides readers are themselves bloggers. Richard Carlson, the proprietor of JazzoLOG, called my attention to a fine piece about his memories of Maynard Ferguson. Here’s a taste of it.
Maynard stood out in front of that band like a cheerleader/drill sergeant somehow combined. He was constantly on the move to the rhythm. He must have been in a marching band around his home of Montreal when he was a kid, because he liked to tuck his horn under his arm and just march up there while the ensemble played away. A huge smile on his face and eyes closed, marching, marching, a bit hunched over…until time for that closing climax, when he’d face us and let loose with such a screaming, molten sound, our jaws would drop and stay that way. He loved to talk to us during breaks and gave us all the time we wanted.
One night, the young Carlson and his friends asked Ferguson how he reached so high on the trumpet. To read the answer and the rest of a lovely memoir, go here.
Mel Narunsky says
Maynard The Fox
Richard Carlson in his wonderful piece on Maynard Ferguson mentions that “Capitol put out records then without any dates on them”.
It must be remembered that in those days few record labels if any indicated the recording date on any of their issued recordings, which often makes research difficult today. I doff my hat to those discographers who, for our benefit, do their utmost to ascertain the correct recording dates when not documented.
Regards – Mel.