In my Ideal Jazz World — which exists only in my mind and those of a few people who share my leanings (Dan and Mal and Clint among them)  — Vic Dickenson is one of the greatest creators.

But Vic’s art was very subtle.  People found it easy to see only its broad outlines and thus minimized it as a matter of low-toned naughty growls filling in the gaps in a Dixieland ensemble.  Vic often worked with bands where he was alone on the mountaintop, making his way through BASIN STREET BLUES or IN A SENTIMENTAL MOOD for the ninth time that week.

In addition, trombones tend to get less attention than they and their players deserve, especially if the men and women behind the mouthpiece and slide are reliable.  Reliable players — think of Bennie Morton, Al Hall, Buck Clayton, Ray Nance, Milt Hinton among fifty others — get less attention than dramatic ones.

Vic seems to have come from nowhere — blossoming fully on the 1943-44 Blue Notes, or (for those whose historical perspective starts later) on the Vanguards and Columbias of the Fifties.  But he had been working his magic for a long time.  There’s his marvelous solo on Benny Carter’s MY FAVORITE BLUES, his work on a few 1940 Basie Columbias . . . and earlier — I’ve posted Blanche Calloway’s I NEED LOVIN’, which I think would amaze and terrify any contemporary trombonist — marvelous tumbling epigrams no matter what the context or the tempo.

That garden of delights, YouTube, offers us another aural glimpse of the Vic the musicians knew and admired.  His solo on this little-known record is only sixteen bars, and it comes late in the performance, but it is a marvel.

The original recording was made for Decca in 1937 by the Claude Hopkins band.  MY KINDA LOVE was perhaps best known through Ben Pollack’s recording of it with Jack Teagarden a half-decade earlier.  The Hopkins record is taken up with Hopkins’ pleasant piano and Beverly White’s singing.  Nothing is less than expert — the rhythm section rocks along nicely under Hopkins — but it is music for dancers.  Beverly White sounds close to Midge Williams and even Ella Logan: all the notes are in the right places, her enunciation is precise; she sings clearly and rhythmically, but the overall affect is well-behaved rather than memorable.  This band could play a senior prom in 1937 and not upset the chaperones overmuch.

Beverly was known as “Baby,” and she has her own place in the Jazz Pantheon because Teddy Wilson said he preferred her singing to Billie Holiday’s.  What that statement really means is hard to say: there is so much mythology around the luminous 1935-41 recordings Billie and Teddy made that his words seem heretical.  Perhaps Baby White was easier to work with; she didn’t smoke pot in the hall; she was more professional?  It could be that Teddy simply liked the sound of her voice more.  I wonder if in the years after those recordings were made, there was a slight tinge of rancor that Billie had become BILLIE HOLIDAY and other singers hadn’t.  (Michael Brooks wrote that Henry “Red” Allen told him vehemently that Anna Robinson was also much better than Billie.)

For me, the first two-thirds of MY KINDA LOVE are amiably dull — politely swinging without calling attention to itself — an almost faceless “dance record,” perhaps insisted upon by Jack Kapp.

But when Vic leaps in, for about thirty seconds, my musical world changes.

He begins with a break that owes something to Louis, something that might have come from a Hot Seven record, reinvented through Vic’s own prism of sound.  It’s a witty solo, glancing at Swing phrases that were already conventions in 1937 . . . but Vic’s staccato phrasing and sound are his own.  He doesn’t dramatize; his solo is in the middle register and he doesn’t demand that we admire his pyrotechnics, but the solo amazes as evidence of what he could do in sixteen bars.  A writer of musical epigrams, a painter of miniatures, eight bars here or sixteen bars there with their own logical, funny, shapes.

The thought that I can no longer see Vic on the stand at the last Eddie Condon’s or Your Father’s Mustache or an outdoor concert in Suffolk County makes me sad.  Had I been able to tell him how many people had their lives uplifted by his music, I think it would probably have embarrassed him.  But as I get older and I hear more jazz; as I understand more how difficult it is to create something when the rhythm is moving along inexorably underneath you, the more I prize Vic Dickenson.  It was a miracle that he was with us.  And he still is.

May your happiness increase.

6 responses to “MY KIND OF VIC

  1. Michael, very well put.
    I think you capture a picture Vic that rings true to the working musician. How to make something happen, and make good music no matter what the surroundings present. In the SF Bay Area, we had a trombonist, who also admired Vic, Bill Bardin.
    Bill, like Vic, always made things happen regardless of his musical surroundings, no matter how many times he had played such and such tune or how few people might be listening. Bill worked on his craft daily, learning tunes and practicing, not exactly the portrait of the romantic artist, but closer to the truth of the working musical world.
    I was fascinated with ideas put forth about singers and those favored by certain musicians.
    I find that views of singers are very subjective, particularly among musicians,if you polled musicians on who their favorite singers of the jazz and swing eras, you might surprised at the results. Musicians hear singers differently the public, and aren’t as moved by compelling personal stories.
    If you play music long enough and work with a lot of singers, you find yourself admiring different aspects of different approaches, but, also get weary of those who don’t take the craft seriously, no matter how they received by the public at large.
    You might for example get a lot votes for say, Lee Wiley, or Helen Humes over Billie Holiday.
    Once again Michael for a insightfull post.

  2. Of all the thrills I was privileged to enjoy when I worked at Condon’s in the ’70s, none compared with working with Vic. His music was shear poetry, leavened with humor and wit, and he was one of the nicest people I ever met. I really love his music, play his records all the time. Your words are much appreciated,
    Best regards, Boib Sparkman

  3. Ah you touch the spot.

  4. Vic was so good in every way that we are blessed by the many recorded examples of his art. His signature tune Constantly in vocal and instrumental versions can be heard, along with all his Chiaroscuro recordings by going to Andrew Sordoni

  5. Perhaps someday we will have his duets with Ralph Sutton on CD . . . but every note he left us is beautiful!

  6. I think I first became aware of him on DB Blues by Lester Young. i have assembled, for my own use, a couple of CDs worth of his solos from many different sources. He never fails to delight..One album everyone should be aware of is JAZZ GIANTS 56 with Pres, Roy & Teddy Wilson-not mentioned often enough when great albums are discussed.

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