{"id":736,"date":"2006-11-28T00:30:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-28T08:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=736"},"modified":"2006-11-28T00:30:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-28T08:30:00","slug":"correspondence_remembering_ani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2006\/11\/correspondence_remembering_ani\/","title":{"rendered":"Correspondence: Remembering Anita O&#8217;Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Saxophonist, arranger and leader Bill Kirchner writes:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Anita O&#8217;Day&#8217;s passing reminded me of a week I spent working with her<br \/>\nin the summer of 1982 at the Blue Note in NYC.  I was part of her backup quartet:  Mike Abene, piano;  Rick Laird, bass;  her longtime partner John Poole, drums;  and myself on saxes and flute.<br \/>\nAs one might expect of someone with Anita&#8217;s frequently harsh life experiences, she was pretty brittle, though I got along with her well enough.  She didn&#8217;t sing very many ballads, for whatever reason.  On medium-to-up tempos, Poole would play nice brushes and Anita would float over them with one of the hippest, most laidback time feels I&#8217;ve ever experienced from anyone, singer or instrumentalist.  Alas, when it was time for me to solo, Poole would exchange brushes for sticks, to less-than-exquisite effect.  It was tough.<br \/>\nOne night, though, Anita called &#8220;My Funny Valentine&#8221; at a slow tempo. She sang the melody and then, as we had predetermined, I soloed for a half-chorus and then paused for her to come back in.  Apparently I was doing something right, because she motioned for me to finish the chorus.  At that moment, I happened to look into her eyes;  to my surprise, her protective shell seemed to disintegrate, revealing one very vulnerable soul.<br \/>\nAnita never said a word about this, but it was one of the most unforgettable moments I&#8217;ve had in music, and one of the greatest compliments I&#8217;ve ever received.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>In her autobiography, <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&#038;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FHigh-Times-Hard-Anita-ODay%2Fdp%2F0879101180%2Fsr%3D1-2%2Fqid%3D1164686629%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks&#038;tag=rifftidougram-20&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325\"target=\"_blank\">High Times, Hard Times<\/a><\/em>, Ms. O&#8217;Day explored those &#8220;harsh life experiences,&#8221; sparing no one, least of all herself. Her caption on a mug shot police took following a drug bust:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Arrested for the fourth time in Kansas City, I was as angry as I look. On a previous occasion I was framed and served time. This time I was guilty and managed to get off without a trial.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>If you&#8217;d prefer to remember her in more innocent days, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.anitaoday.com\/quicktime\/ThanksFCM.mov\"target=\"_blank\">try this clip<\/a> from the early 1940s, when she became famous as Gene Krupa&#8217;s vocalist.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saxophonist, arranger and leader Bill Kirchner writes: Anita O&#8217;Day&#8217;s passing reminded me of a week I spent working with her in the summer of 1982 at the Blue Note in NYC. I was part of her backup quartet: Mike Abene, piano; Rick Laird, bass; her longtime partner John Poole, drums; and myself on saxes and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","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-736","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/736","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=736"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/736\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}