Brubeck, a grateful memory

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I am so slammed with work. No time to write anything.

Here’s a recent memory.

Down in the dressing rooms, after the show, I was gathering my stuff, and those guys came storming through. I stammered out something worshipful to Moore as he stopped to shake my hand. Brubeck himself walked down the hall, head down, and, as he passed me, cut his eyes over and — like a star quarterback would to a thrid-string receiver who caught a couple of passes in a blow-out — whacked me in the ass.

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2 thoughts on “Brubeck, a grateful memory

  1. Paul

    I’ve seen Brubeck maybe a dozen times going back to when I was teenager. The album “We’re All Together Again (For the First Time)” with both Paul Desmond and Gerry Mulligan remains one of my favorite live albums. I frequently tortured my friends with my love of jazz growing up and I remember popping in a cassette recording of the album while driving a bunch of friends home from a Grateful Dead concert in Springfield (this was the late seventies). They complained at first but by the time we got home they admitted that they enjoyed it. I went to his last concert at UCONN. While waiting for it to start I spotted two of my dead head buddies in the crowd. They smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I caught up with them after and one of them said the he was thankful that he came to appreciate Brubeck’s music. He added that more than the music you couldn’t help but feel that you were in the presence of a very special and decent person. It’s always been that way for me and while his was a long life well-lived it’s hard not to feel a little sad today.

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