I had a chance to use something I learned from the late great Doc Cheatham at a gig the other night.
Not a riff, break, or musical phrase. Something else.
For those who don't know, Doc Cheatham (1905-1997) was a trumpeter who played with McKinney's Cotton Pickers, Cab Calloway, Benny Goodman, and many other luminaries and was still playing brilliantly past the age of 90, when his duet cd with Nicholas Payton won a Grammy. Doc was not only a splendid jazz musician but also, as anyone who knew him could vouch, one of of the nicest people one could ever care to meet.
At lunch once Doc told about some producer who flew him out to the West Coast to particpate in some sort of avante garde free jazz "experiment". As others banged out non complmentary rhythms and unrelated chords, Doc was urged to "just blow anything!", so he did, rapidly fingering his valves at random. He was given encouragement "Yeah, that's the stuff!". Doc himself didn't think it amounted to anything.
Afterwards, the sponsor came up and enthusiastically asked Doc, "So, how'd you like it?"
Doc replied, "Man, it was far out."
I had a chance to use that phrase the other night.
Far out.
It's a good one to keep handy.
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