No this is not
Freddie was a man at the top of his game, kicking everyone’s ass on the trumpet. Miles was always the major headliner but, two clicks down, the battle of the horns was between Freddie and Lee. Freddie was just as sharp as he was back in the sixties when he was blowin’ em’ down like the big bad wolf. He has still got the wolf but this time houses are not falling as easy.
High notes on the trumpet are a fother mucker man and one night way back when in a cutting session Freddie was piercing the heavens until he blew out his lip and the accident cost him and the rest of us dearly.
What is a player to do, Freddie had gigs lined up and you
know musicians have to get it while the getting’ is good! Except the lip got
infected and after surgery, lips never heal the same and what it was, is not
what it is or what it will be.
Freddie has recorded so many albums and created so many
impeccable standards and that notoriety has spanned his career and will be her
until eternity. I have been reading some reviews lately about Freddie’s
performances and they have not been kind. Everybody knows the deal and the
perspective has to be taken into consideration. We all know Mingus popped
Jimmy, we all know what happened to Miles outside of Birdland, we all know
Charlie had a little problem but, do we need to focus on that? I know that
The band starts out burning on the first tune as Freddie waits to make his entrance on the next tune. Spalding is on it and George, after having a few health problems feels, sounds, and is looking wonderful. Slide does not age and master of the bone is and always will be an appropriate title for him. Craig Handy is looking serious and you can see his brain dancing with the melody as he rides on the tip of solid sound.
The next solo belongs to David Weiss who will probably be
doing most of the hitting on the trumpet tonight. Dwayne Burno and Roy McCurdy
in the rhythm help keep it at a fiery pace. Freddie comes out and is up to bat
and you can tell by the look of the faces after a few notes that this is a
performance supported by love and no matter what happens, we are all here to
honor a jazz giant. It wasn’t working that well for Freddie in the beginning,
but what did that matter; we all know what we are here for. In the following
nights at the performance, I saw and heard the sound and ideas in better form.
The brotha himself said he just needs a minute to warm up. We can respect that
and respect is the most powerful gift of all.
Freddie wonders why the audience is so quiet. Everyone is thinking and carefully examining the music, the man, the vibe, and what will happen next. When I was a kid there was a cartoon called “Courageous Cat” and tonight this particular character comes to mind. This is Freddie’s beautiful creation and although he can’t hit it like the days of thunder, I am happy to see him on stage as a part of the music. This is a team effort and a team spirit that exists and just like in the army, no one gets left behind.
George, my goodness, so wonderfully fluid is spreading the
sunshine on all of the “Little Sunflowers”. Even Freddie said that his boys
have got his back. Freddie has worked with David Weiss’ new jazz octet back in
“Blue Spirits”, one of my personal favorites, was a tune
written for Freddie’s first wife who he says he can’t be too mad at because she
gave him a beautiful son. James Spalding
was just impeccable on the flute and there is so much love and dance in this
song. Dwayne did a wonderful arrangement of Freddie’s, “Skydive”. The main girl
of the hour these days and for many years is Briggy, who was right there on
hand to support her man.
Everyone in the audience has a different look on their faces but I’m all smiles because I remember how all of this beauty helped me shaped the sound of my radio programs back at 88.1 at KKJZ. The spirits blew in otherwise provided an energy and power that got me from midnight to 6am with no problem. Anyway you look at it, this is history and you may not get another chance to see Freddie put a trumpet to his lips. With the extremely alarming rate of jazz heroes ascending in to jazz heaven, I am happy to be here. I never saw Monk, Blakey, Nina, Betty, Horace, Dolphy, Mingus, Lee and a whole slew of other bad ass cats so I am honored for the experience. Maybe these days with Freddie you can’t hear it, but you can feel it and we live for the feeling!
I saw Freddie on the break and got a chance to say hello. He asked me to introduce him for the second set. I wasn’t too sure how serious he was and when the time came I did not take the cue and Freddie went up on stage without me. The first thing he said was “Where is that cat who was supposed to introduce me, LeRoy Downs?” Whoops, my bad. Okay, so I blew it, but next time I will make the shot. I shrank from 6’3” to 2 inches tall in just a few seconds but, I came back for the next two nights as his host and did a fantastic job!
“Ebony Moonbeams” was a tune that Freddie and George recorded together a few years back. He asked the front line to excuse itself while he and the trio did their thing. As the nights progressed, Freddie was holding his own. He was still not in the form of days of old but, his composure, the ideas and completion of runs and riffs proved that he still had it and wanted to share and celebrate!.
Freddie and his son Dwayne were walking down Sunset Blvd back in the 60’s during the spring and Dwayne started skipping and the next thing you know, “Up Jumped Spring”, just another one of the fine compositions that have literally turned into gold for Freddie. Those along with the famous “Red Clay” have turned out to be pretty lucrative.
This series of concerts ends a West Coast three city tour for Freddie and his burners. I know that Freddie did not write “Freddie Freeloader” nor was the song written for him but, on the last set of the last evening, I lead the entire audience in a few choruses as we sang and Freddie approached the stage from the dressing room. Seventy years old, a legend and master of the trumpet; much love and respect for the great Freddie Hubbard!
LeRoy Downs
