People who listen to jazz, read about it, write about it, seem to be entranced by drama.  So many of them are drawn to artists whose careers and lives are boldly delineated: the arc of early promise and a life cut short through self-destructive behavior or illness; the narrative of great achievement that tails off into stark decline.  Early Fame, Great Decline.  Clifford Brown, Charlie Parker, Jimmie Blanton, Billie Holiday, Charlie Christian, Bix Beiderbecke, Lester Young . . . the list is long.

But what of those musicians who had long careers, functioned at a high level of creativity, were undramatic in their professionalism?  They get less media attention in life and in death; their sheer reliability makes them almost shadowy figures.  (Of course, if they happen to live long lives — Doc Cheatham, Benny Waters, Eubie Blake, Hank Jones, Lionel Ferbos — then they may get a story in the paper.  But that’s another subject.)

One of the greatest trumpet players — also a wonderful composer and arranger — doesn’t get the attention he should: Buck Clayton from Parsons, Kansas, whose recordings over a thirty-year span are exceptional but not always celebrated as they should be.  Anyone familiar with the best music of that period can call to mind a dozen sessions that Buck not only plays on, but elevates: consider the dates with Basie, the Kansas City Five and Six and Seven, Billie, Mildred, Teddy and Ben, Hawkins on Keynote, Ike Quebec on Blue Note, his own dates for HRS, the Jam Sessions for Columbia and the later ones for Hank O’Neal’s Chiaroscuro label, his recordings with Mel Powell at Carnegie Hall, the Vanguard sessions, a Verve date with Harry Edison, his own small band (circa 1961), recordings with Jimmy Rushing and Ada Moore and Mae Barnes, with Earl Hines, Bill Coleman, Don Byas, Flip Phillips, Horace Henderson, Sir Charles Thompson, Charlie Parker, Ed Hall, Alex Combelle, Joe Turner, Big Joe Turner, “Jazz From A Swinging Era,” Humphrey Lyttelton, Eddie Condon, J. J. Johnson, Benny Goodman . . . and I am sure I am leaving out many sessions.

Shanghai, 1934

Even though Buck was playing jazz in Shanghai in 1934, before he came home and stopped off in Kansas City, he seems to have been a rather undramatic man for all his exploits.  He showed up on time for the gig; he could talk to the audience; he wrote excellent charts and swinging originals; he was beautifully dressed; he transcended late-in-life health problems to launch a new career as a bandleader when the trumpet no longer responded to his urgings.  How unfortunate to be so bourgeois.

I only encountered him in person once: in 1971, there was a New York Jazz Museum Christmas party (if I have this right) where he was among a large number of musicians advertised as performing.  Buck was there, not playing, but splendidly dressed and very polite to a young fan who asked for his autograph.  (A side story: the musicians who actually did play, beautifully, were Chuck Folds, Gene Ramey, and Jackie Williams.  Someone requested MISTY and Ramey, upon hearing the song title, said, quietly, “I don’t play that shit,” and leaned his bass against the wall for the next three minutes, returning when the music was more to his liking.)

I also saw Buck — perhaps in 1980 — at a Newport in New York concert possibly paying tribute to Billie, with musicians including Zoot Sims and Harry Edison — attempting to return to playing.  His beautiful tone was intact on a fairly fast SUGAR, but he was having trouble hitting the notes one could sense he was aiming for . . . heroic but painful.)

Let’s listen to Buck again.

Here are the two takes of WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS from the 1938 Kansas City Six session for Commodore — with Lester Young, Eddie Durham, Walter Page, Freddie Green, Jo Jones.  It’s hard not to focus on Lester — but it can be done. Hear Buck, golden, easeful, and lithe . . . the only trumpet player I know who approaches his sly mobility is Bill Coleman of the same period.  Like Louis, he constructs his solos logically, one phrase building on its predecessors and looking forward to the next, each one acting as a small melodic building block in a larger arching structure — melodic embellishment with a larger purpose:

Any improvising musician would say that Buck’s solo choruses are not the work of an immature musician and not easy to do; his graceful ensemble playing is the work of a master.  But it sounds so easy, as if he were singing through his horn.  And that tone!

Here he is in a 1954 session that few know of — a Mel Powell-led jam session at Carnegie Hall, with Ruby Braff, Jay Brower (trumpet), Vernon Brown, Urbie Green (trombone), Tony Scott (clarinet), Lem Davis (alto sax), Buddy Tate, Eddie Shu (tenor sax), Romeo Penque (baritone sax), Mel Powell (piano), Steve Jordan (guitar), Milt Hinton (bass), Jo Jones, Gene Krupa (drums):

Buck appears near the end –just before Gene and Jo trade phrases.  And, yes, you read that correctly.  A marvel!

Here’s Buck with Ben Webster, Vic Dickenson, Hank Jones, George Duvivier, and Jo Jones in C JAM BLUES (1959):

And after his playing days had ended, as leader / composer / arranger of his own Swing Band, captured in France (1991) on RAMPAGE IN G MINOR:

The other swingers on that stage are Gerry Dodgion, alto; James Chirillo, guitar; Joe Temperley, baritone sax; Randy Sandke, trumpet; Matt Finders, trombone; Doug Lawrence and Arthur “Babe” Clarke, tenor saxophones; Phillipe Combell, drums.; Dick Katz, piano; Dennis Irwin, bass; Bobby Pring, trombone; John Eckert, Greg Gisbert; trumpet.

Someone who hasn’t forgotten Buck Clayton is the UK bassist / writer / radio host Alyn Shipton, who has performed often with Buck’s compositions and arrangements as the Buck Clayton Legacy Band.  Here they are in this century performing Buck’s tribute to his friend and fellow brassman Humph, SIR HUMPHREY:

That band is full of people who understand Buck and his music (some of them heroes of mine): Menno Daams, Ian Smith, Adrian Fry, Alan Barnes, Matthias Seuffert, Martin Litton, Martin Wheatley, Alyn Shipton and Norman Emberson.

I would encourage anyone reading this post to go to his or her shelves and take down a recording by Buck and revel in its glories.  Milt Hinton used to have a memo pad with this heading (because of his nickname “The Judge”):”You are hereby sentenced to thirty days of listening to good music.”  If you were to explore and re-explore Buck Clayton’s jazz world, you would have more than a month of pleasure.

He never provoked controversy; I doubt he will ever have his own online forum with vigorous acrimonious discussion of the minutiae of his life . . . but he created beauty whenever he raised his trumpet, composed a melody, or led a band.

May your happiness increase.

13 responses to “BUCK CLAYTON’S JAZZ WORLD

  1. Jim Adashek

    Michael, I agree Buck was one of the all time great trumpeters, elegant and understated. Never a show boater. He lived to a ripe old age but his career as a trumpet player was cut short around 1970 due to health problems. Buck will always remain a legend to those who love Swing Era jazz, when jazz was America’s popular music. His albums recorded in the ’50s on Vanguard and Columbia are among the best of the genre.

  2. http://www.allmusic.com/album/big-band-at-the-savoy-ballroom-mw0000238485

    He’s here with Doug Mettome and I can’t remember who else. Instantly recognizable style and sound.

  3. You’ve understandably stressed Buck’s wonderful sound and conception on the trumpet, but he was also a real class-act arranger for big and small bands. The charts for his album “Songs for Swingers” are masterpieces of succint writing for an octet: not a superfluous note and the band sound is greater than the sum of its parts. His shout choruses for ensembles sound just like his own solo phrasing and I’m pretty sure that’s how he created them: by improvising on his horn (or imaging how he’d play it) and then voicing it up for whatever instrumentation was to hand. These tuttis always sound so natural and unforced, yet had all the excitement of a well-constructed improvised solo.

    There are also the small matters of wonderful taste and masterful command of his instrument. What an artist!

    Ken Mathieson

  4. Doug Pomeroy

    Sorry to nit-pick but Clifford Brown never “declined”. He died in a car crash, which ain’t the same thing! Fats Navarro is another story…

  5. Nor did Charlie Christian or Jimmie Blanton: I was assembling them together as musicians to whom attention is paid not only for their substantial contributions, but because of the dramatic shapes of their lives.

  6. Danny Tobias

    Thanks Michael! An under rated treasure.

  7. I saw one of Buck’s last gigs at Crawdaddy in 1973. Chuck Folds and Jackie Williams were his only accompanists. The first set was fine but he bowed out after a couple of tries on the second set. An elegant player and arranger and you captured his spirit quite nicely.

  8. Wonderful!! I love the post (my history in jazz and its musicians, lesson,) and the music,,,I love it!! Thank you NM,,,

  9. Bill Gallagher

    Nicely written, Michael. Buck was something else.

  10. Never about flash or gratuitousness, always swinging musical melodic lines, taste and class, luscious burnished tone.

    Buck was one of the brightest refractions of the Light which was Louis.

  11. John C Graham

    A long time favourite of mine. Buck was one of a kind. I’m glad you also mentioned Humphrey Lyttleton in your article. I’m partial to the lovely 2 disc set- on the Lake label- of Buck guesting with Humphrey’s band back in the early 60’s. There are, of course, many delightful recordings with Buck…easily a month’s worth.

  12. Ron Malings

    May I add a word? only one, that I do not see printed above: eloquent.

  13. Absolutely. Thank you for the just-right addition!

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