Re: Met my tuba hero today
Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2022 10:15 am
I’m much more shy in person than on the Internet, and I really tend to avoid “bothering“ people. (With the Internet, anyone/everyone can scroll past my words, but - when others are confronted in real time - I am forcing them to spend moments of their life with me.)
Back in the 1980s - when I was able to hear Mr. Bobo and the LA trombones play some excerpts in a small venue, some friends of mine and I walked up afterwards. Several of my friends spoke up, but I remained silent - and just listened - as I had done during the program.
I’ve played behind and worked for/with quite a few so-called “superstars“, but it just doesn’t seem right to bug them, or ask them for a picture or autograph, because – after all – we don’t know each other or know anything about each other… and – really – who would I be fooling, were such pictures posted by me on Facebook, etc.?
I don’t chat up the stage hands (who have their work to do), so why should I chat those people up (who are also there to work) ?
Back around 1982 or so – when I was doing a lot of touring and festivals with a jazz band – our band was playing at a large venue (the largest venue – which was an outdoor venue at the intersection of 4th and J St., as an old building has been scraped, and a new one had not yet been constructed) at the Sacramento Dixieland Jubilee. We were up next, and Don Goldie and his band were up after us. Being backstage sitting around a table, it was a legitimate time to “chat people up“. Don (jazz trumpet virtuoso) and Red Hawley (drummer) – had both been musicians on the Gleason Show, and I was in awe of both of them.
In particular, I was focusing more on Red (who - by then - was white haired), due to his Audio Fidelity recordings with the original Dukes of Dixieland - during the late 1950s through the early 1960s, as his bebop-ish traditional jazz style was absolutely awesome. Needless to say, I was also in awe of Goldie, who played trumpet like an angel.
What really amazed me was that – at a subsequent festival (where both of our bands were appearing again) – both of them called me by name - before I had a chance to remind them of who I was and where we had previously met.
It’s instructive how many really exceptional people are also really personable people.
Back in the 1980s - when I was able to hear Mr. Bobo and the LA trombones play some excerpts in a small venue, some friends of mine and I walked up afterwards. Several of my friends spoke up, but I remained silent - and just listened - as I had done during the program.
I’ve played behind and worked for/with quite a few so-called “superstars“, but it just doesn’t seem right to bug them, or ask them for a picture or autograph, because – after all – we don’t know each other or know anything about each other… and – really – who would I be fooling, were such pictures posted by me on Facebook, etc.?
I don’t chat up the stage hands (who have their work to do), so why should I chat those people up (who are also there to work) ?
Back around 1982 or so – when I was doing a lot of touring and festivals with a jazz band – our band was playing at a large venue (the largest venue – which was an outdoor venue at the intersection of 4th and J St., as an old building has been scraped, and a new one had not yet been constructed) at the Sacramento Dixieland Jubilee. We were up next, and Don Goldie and his band were up after us. Being backstage sitting around a table, it was a legitimate time to “chat people up“. Don (jazz trumpet virtuoso) and Red Hawley (drummer) – had both been musicians on the Gleason Show, and I was in awe of both of them.
In particular, I was focusing more on Red (who - by then - was white haired), due to his Audio Fidelity recordings with the original Dukes of Dixieland - during the late 1950s through the early 1960s, as his bebop-ish traditional jazz style was absolutely awesome. Needless to say, I was also in awe of Goldie, who played trumpet like an angel.
What really amazed me was that – at a subsequent festival (where both of our bands were appearing again) – both of them called me by name - before I had a chance to remind them of who I was and where we had previously met.
It’s instructive how many really exceptional people are also really personable people.