{"id":4748,"date":"2013-05-12T14:12:35","date_gmt":"2013-05-12T21:12:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/?p=4748"},"modified":"2013-05-15T21:02:25","modified_gmt":"2013-05-16T04:02:25","slug":"a-dave-brubeck-memorial-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2013\/05\/a-dave-brubeck-memorial-service\/","title":{"rendered":"A Dave Brubeck Memorial Service"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/St-John-The-Divine.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4749\" alt=\"St John The Divine\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/St-John-The-Divine.jpg\" width=\"218\" height=\"120\" \/><\/a>At the very moment that last evening\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s memorial service for Dave Brubeck got underway, the rumble of thunder penetrated the massive Gothic walls of New York City\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Cathedral of St. John The Divine. A murmur ran through the throng filling the 120-year-old church.<\/p>\n<p>With dignity and a commanding presence, Iola Brubeck read Langston Hughes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 poem <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Iola-Brubeck1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-4758\" alt=\"Iola-Brubeck\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Iola-Brubeck1.jpg\" width=\"100\" height=\"102\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Iola-Brubeck1.jpg 130w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Iola-Brubeck1-70x70.jpg 70w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.learningfromlyrics.org\/langston.html\"target=\"_blank\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I Dream a World.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/a>&#8221;\u00a0She said that it&#8221;\u00a0echoes the core of her husband\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belief in the equality of all peoples. An excerpt:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">A world I dream where black or white,<br \/>\nWhatever race you be,<br \/>\nWill share the bounties of the earth<br \/>\nAnd every man is free\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Recalling one of the last times her husband played in the cathedral, Mrs. Brubeck said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The 5\/4 is still echoing somewhere in here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>5\/4, 9\/8 and assorted other time signatures sounded through the cathedral as combinations of musicians remembering Brubeck <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Cathy-and-Dave-Brubeck.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4751\" alt=\"Cathy and Dave Brubeck\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Cathy-and-Dave-Brubeck.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"104\" \/><\/a>played a dozen of his compositions. Catherine Brubeck, pictured here with her dad, told of the time in the 1950s that her father came off the road to their home in the Oakland hills above San Francisco Bay and initiated a jam session with his very young sons. She was two years old. Inspired by the family musicale, she slipped into her tiny tutu and danced around the room. That, in turn, inspired Brubeck to&#8221;\u00a0write \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cathy\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Waltz.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d After she told the story, Catherine introduced her brothers<a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Danny-Brubeck.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-4759\" alt=\"Danny Brubeck\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Danny-Brubeck.jpg\" width=\"100\" height=\"100\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Danny-Brubeck.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Danny-Brubeck-70x70.jpg 70w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Danny-Brubeck-110x110.jpg 110w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a> Darius, piano; Chris,bass; Danny, drums (pictured); and Matthew, cello; who played her song. That initiated a succession of performances by musicians young and old, from the Brubeck Institute Alumni Quintet in their early twenties to bassist Eugene Wright (pictured), the surviving member of the classic Brubeck quartet of the 1950s and \u00e2\u20ac\u02dc60s. Two weeks short of his 90th birthday, Wright joined Darius to play \u00e2\u20ac\u0153King For a Day,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d his feature from Brubeck\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s musical <em>The Real Ambassadors.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4752\" alt=\"Eugene Wright\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright-70x70.jpg 70w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Eugene-Wright-110x110.jpg 110w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>A full rundown of the memorial program, including names of speakers, players and compositions,<a href=\"http:\/\/www.sueauclairpromotions.com\/Sue_Auclair_Promotions\/A_Celebration_of_the_Life_and_Music_of_Dave_Brubeck_files\/BrubeckSchedule.pdf\"target=\"_blank\"> is posted here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Among the highlights of the evening were husband and wife pianists Bill Charlap and Renee Rosnes in a four-handed duet on \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The Duke\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and Roberta Gambarini singing an impassioned \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Travelin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Blues\u00e2\u20ac\u009d accompanied by pianist Andy Laverne, bassist Chris Smith and drummer Cory Cox, with clarinetist Paquito D\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Rivera, and Roy Hargrove playing flugelhorn.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Gambarini-DRivera-Hargrove.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4756\" alt=\"Gambarini, D'Rivera, Hargrove\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Gambarini-DRivera-Hargrove.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Gambarini-DRivera-Hargrove.jpg 400w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Gambarini-DRivera-Hargrove-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Brubeck Brothers backed alto saxophonist Paul Winter and flutist Deepak Ram in \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Koto Song.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chris-B-Winter-Ram-Danny.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4757\" alt=\"Chris B, Winter, Ram, Danny\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chris-B-Winter-Ram-Danny.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chris-B-Winter-Ram-Danny.jpg 400w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chris-B-Winter-Ram-Danny-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Laverne, Dan Brubeck and Chris Brubeck were the rhythm section for Branford Marsalis in his stunning exploration of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For Iola.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/B.-Marsalis-C.-Brubeck-.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4753\" alt=\"B. Marsalis, C. Brubeck\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/B.-Marsalis-C.-Brubeck-.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/B.-Marsalis-C.-Brubeck-.jpg 400w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/B.-Marsalis-C.-Brubeck--300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Chick Corea followed with \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Strange Meadowlark.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He played it unaccompanied, investing the piece with harmonic and metric riches that all but illuminated the huge cathedral space.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chick-Corea.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4754\" alt=\"Chick Corea\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chick-Corea.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chick-Corea.jpg 400w, https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Chick-Corea-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Those were a few of the memorable moments in an occasion dedicated to a man who had an enduring impact on the music, culture and social conscience of his and our time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; At the very moment that last evening\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s memorial service for Dave Brubeck got underway, the rumble of thunder penetrated the massive Gothic walls of New York City\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Cathedral of St. John The Divine. A murmur ran through the throng filling the 120-year-old church. With dignity and a commanding presence, Iola Brubeck read Langston Hughes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-4748","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry","8":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4748","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4748"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4748\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}