Blue Notes and Book Notes by Paul Serralheiro & Marc Chénard
/ July 1, 2002
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Blue Notes and Book Notes
by Paul Serralheiro & Marc Chénard
Jazz Fiction... The Horn John
Clellon Holmes, Thunder's Mouth Press, New York, 1999 ISBN
1-56025-206-5, 264 pages
Jazz fiction is a
peculiar genre, possibly because its protagonists are drawn from real-life
personalities that already have fictional qualities. Prominent professional
musicians are known to most people from an amalgam of anecdotes, rumours,
legends and encounters through recordings or in concert settings--experiences
that are bathed in myth-inducing hues.
Jazz fiction is
also a peculiar genre because it combines some of the "noir" conventions of the
detective and mystery novels on the one hand, and the searching quality of
novels featuring larger-than-life romantic anti-heroes on the other.
Dorothy Baker's
1938 novel "Young Man with a Horn" is a well-crafted story about Rick Martin, a
self-destructive, tragically perfectionist jazz artist modeled after 1920s
legend Bix Biederbecke. A more ironic and stylish escape is available in the
Evan Horne series by Bill Moody. These crime novels involve dead jazz musicians
and pianist-cum-detective Evan Horne, with titles like Death of a Tenor Man, The Sound
of the Trumpet, Bird Lives, and the most recent,
Looking for Chet Baker. More documentary yet poetic
reading can be had in Geoff Dyer's But Beautiful, a
collection of creative portraits presented in a reflective prose that tries to
capture the essence and not simply the facts of several important jazz artists,
among them Lester Young, Charles Mingus, and Chet Baker.
Finally, for a yet
more engaging and powerful read, pick up a copy of John Clellon Holmes' novel The Horn. Holmes is probably the least known of the
"Beat Generation" writers, a group that included the more celebrated Jack
Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg. Although less prolific and iconoclastic, Holmes is
hardly less talented. Go, his first novel, was the
first published work by a member of the "Beats" and is still considered one of
the best. Holmes also published one other novel, Get
Home Free, a book of poetry and a few collections of essays.
Remarkable for its
powerful musical prose, The Horn tells the poignant
story of Edgar Pool, a hard-living tenor saxophonist whose career takes a
nose-dive, brought on by age and a health-abusing lifestyle that seemed the norm
after the arrival of Charlie Parker and stellar neophytes like Chet Baker and
Art Pepper. Edgar Pool is the kind of "angel-headed hipster"--to borrow a phrase
from Ginsberg--who engages in struggles against his demons with as much passion
and verve as he invests in his music.
First published in
1958, The Horn has gone through at least two
reprints, the latest of which (1999) contains an illuminating foreword by
saxophonist Archie Shepp. Although it first appeared over 40 years ago, Holmes'
novel still sounds fresh, and it is probably the most convincing at conveying
the inspired rhythmic and melodic inventiveness of the best jazz musicians. Paul Serralheiro
... and reality Chet Baker,
Deep in a Dream James Gavin, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2002, ISBN
0-679-4487-1 370 pp. + discography and index
Sce its
beginnings, jazz has been surrounded by an aura of mystique. Part fact, part
fiction, its history is wrapped in as many myths as clichés. Although today's
musicians have not faced as many hard knocks as their predecessors, a case in
point being the young stars who hit the big time soon after leaving the secure
confines of academe, the newer reality has not significantly altered the
'romantic' perception of this music in the public's mind.
But musicians
themselves have been responsible for this perception, and of the many legendary
performers, few have so decisively contributed to that mystique as Chet Baker. A
heart throb in his youthful days, he was not only blessed with good looks but
with a natural ability to play the trumpet in an easy, breezy way, while
intoning old standards, like his signature tune 'My Funny Valentine', in a
subdued voice. Incredibly enough, in the mid-fifties, he became as popular as
Frank Sinatra.
Yet there was a
price to pay for all of the fame and adulation. A rebel like James Dean, his
lifestyle became more removed from the naïve love songs he was crooning. From
after his early dabbling with 'soft' drugs in California, he got hooked on
heroin following the death of his closest musical associate, pianist Dick
Twardzik, in 1955 by an overdose at age 24. From then until his own demise in
1988, Baker would dance with the needle for the rest of his life.
James Gavin's
recently published biography of the trumpeter, hardly a pretty story, does
little to spare us the sordid details. As an only child, Baker's early life was
marred by a problematic relationship with his parents, but his discovery of
music would give him a sense of purpose. Relying on his natural ability to play
by ear, he had no patience with reading music or rehearsing. He would thus have
to live within his limitations, which increased with his chemical dependency.
Scandals followed him in the States and in Europe, and like any junkie he
claimed that the whole world was doing him in rather than laying blame on
himself.
Many will accuse
Gavin of dragging their idol into the mud. Others will also object to the lack
of discussion of his music, save for some pithy descriptions of his various
recording sessions and general ineffectiveness there. However, the author has
done plenty of firsthand research, interviewing associates and the many women in
Baker's life, all of whom he duped to suit his needs. Concerning his death in
Amsterdam under nebulous circumstances, the author reviews the theories but
offers no satisfactory explanation, though he excludes foul play. Yet for all of
this, the central question of this book is: How can someone living such a
harrowed life manage to play music that could be so tender and so sweet? The answer to that may well be that Chet Baker was the ultimate escapist who managed to steal his fans away by leading them deep into a dream rather than into his own weird nightmare. Marc Chénard
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