“In 1926, as the Harlem Renaissance surged and the music was transforming American culture, a generation of musicians who would lead jazz into its next golden age was born.”
Earlier this year, WBGO’s Sarah Geledia, and other media announced the centennials of eight legendary jazz greats born that pivotal year when the 20’s roared: Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Melba Liston, Tony Bennett, Melba Liston, Ray Brown, Lou Donaldson, Jimmy Heath and our friend, Randy Weston (1926 – 2020).
Phenomenal musicians, but there were many more, and Randy would not want us to leave out others perhaps, lesser known, who shared his birth year. So, we’ve added the following to our mini-memorial tribute:
Jimmy Woode, bassist; Lou Bennett, organist; Kimmy Milton Cleveland, trombonist; Oscar Brown, singer; Don Elliott; trumpeter; Billy Mitchell, saxophonist; Jimmy “Jammin” Smith, trumpeter, and so many more.
Our Time Press joins Sistas’ Place; the alumni audiences of Jazz966; and all the clubs, after-hours haunts and joints of Harlem and Central Brooklyn in celebrating the 100th year anniversaries of the births of these class acts
We do have a story about one, our friend Randy Weston, published in this paper during winter 2018. He came to visit us at home, and his spirit has been hanging around ever since. Here’s the Revised Reprint of just one of several Our Time Press stories on the unforgettable Mr. Weston, friend and neighbor.
AT HOME on Cambridge Place with Randy Weston and Friends,
Revised Reprint Our Time Press 2016 story
Randy was one of the geniuses you loved to hang out with it in the neighborhood, So one icy cold December when Chef Pierre Thiam and I ran into Randy outside his Lafayette home, we offered to host a small gathering to celebrate this new CD. Hi response was immediate: “Sure, how about next weekend?”
Our Time Press and Legacy Ventures founders collaborated with Pierre, in a quick and opened the doors on December 29, 2013 to 40 musicians and friends, including Sam and Doris Pinn of 966Jazz and musicians from around the world.
The idea was to promote within our community of one of the greatest musicians who ever lived via, “A Conversation with Randy Weston and Billy Harper” (in celebration of the new Weston/Harper album, “The Roots of the Blues”. We thought that pulling this off in just five days would be the highlight of a routine Christmas. We thought wrong. In fact, to put it in terms of a music movement, that Sunday afternoon was the sweetest of suites!
We decorated the house with Sunnyside Recording posters of Randy, donated by Weston.
The first guests to arrive were gifts, unto themselves, including percussionist Candido de Guerra Camero (“Candido”), then 92, and Billy Harper, arguably the greatest sax player to ever come out of Houston.
On time at 4:00pm. Other music luminaries flowed in, one after the other, to the beat and the sweep of African Rhythms. We were too awed out to even think about what had been accomplished in so short a time. Randy, Billy and Randy’s wife, the gracious Fatoumata, put out the clarion call, sans social media backup, and his closeknit superstar musicians — impresarios and fans — showed up.
Dexter Gordon’s wife assisted Thiam and Romare Bearden’s daughter washed dishes, while Salif Cisse, the originator of the New York City’s African food movement with his much-missed Keur N Deye restaurant, served homemade appetizers. Sistas Place founders Viola Plummer and Collette Pean came by. Writers, photographers, community leaders and activists were there. Bedford Stuyvesant’s own master drummer Neil Clarke of Decatur Street was among those who braved the sheets of rain and blustery winds to attend.
Seated in front of a tall oak mantle, the musicians orchestrated the afternoon, hitting perfect notes with stories about their lives and their love for the music, fielding questions and pitching their own. Mr. Weston returned often to his roots — his father, his mother, the training he received, and the home his parents purchased in 1946 on Lafayette Avenue, and so it was fitting that great food was cooking, too, in the kitchen. The appetizers prepared by chef Pierre Thiam were superb. And he was greeted with a round of applause when he emerged from the kitchen.
Randy was beaming, holding court in a big chair by the fireplace and surveying the fertile landscape of great minds, talents and hearts. He rose and went up to greet each person and made his appreciation known to the kitchen crew. It was palpable just how much he was valued, and he was nourished by it.
The music masters talked about classical blues, traversing the world from Brooklyn and Houston to Africa and back.
Gnawan musicians, introduced by Mr. Weston, performed sensational music cross-legged on the floor. Their music with the soft so melded with the soft sounds of The Roots of the Blues CD in the background.
It was more than a memorable experience. It was like opening the door to all the music, all the rhythms that ever existed, the classics of the Cultures – echoing from the past to the present, with into the future. It was like being in the presence of all the musicians of the Diaspora that ever existed.
When Candido, the great Cuban-born percussionist– one of the first to use congas in jazz music—walked through that basement gate, we were opening the door to . Everyone the master percussionist had ever performed with: Dizzy Gillespie, Stan Kenton, Billy Taylor, Babatunde Olatunji, Machito, Gene Ammons and so many more with whom Condado walked when they lived, entered through that gate, with him. I was reminded that the Sunday celebration marked the 40th Anniversary year of Candido performing with Weston on the album Tanjah. The two musicians and great friends first recorded together on Randy’s 1960 groundbreaking Uhuru Afrika classic album.
The soundtrack of The Roots of the Blues played throughout the afternoon and the conversations conjured the spirits of Billie Holiday and Mahalia Jackson, Randy would say afterwards – the only two women vocalists who ever brought him to tears, he said. Guests communed in the presence of the likes of the late scholar and jazz aficionado William Mackey as well as the hosts’ own ancestors — with images, notes, diaries, journals, mementos scattered in corners of the parlor, on the piano and in “Pierre’s kitchen.”
Only thing missing were the children, peeking from the bannisters, in awe of grown people grooving and the presence of something colorful, great and grand, something for them to talk about. And pass on. But author Carol Friedman, Randy and Fatoumata’s friend and a jazz afficionado, remembered, leaving on the piano two books from her Nicky the Jazz Cat series.
From beginning to end, it was four magical hi-flying hours,
(Note to readers: Born April 6, 1926, Randolph Edward “Randy” Weston of Bedford-Stuyvesant passed on September 1, 2018. Musicians will gather tonight at Jazz at Lincoln Center to honor him through their performances.)