EDDY DAVIS, PRESENT TENSE (1940-2020), Part Four — “WILD REEDS AND WICKED RHYTHM” AT THE EAR INN with SCOTT ROBINSON, ORANGE KELLIN, CONAL FOWKES, DAN BLOCK, PETE ANDERSON
I was able — now I think, blessed, to be able to see and hear Eddy Davis, however intermittently, for fifteen years of gigs. This one I present to you was from The Ear Inn (326 Spring Street) — the House of Joy I hope to return to — took place on Sunday, June 5, 2011.
It was a reunion of sorts for an inspired hot band of individualists that hadn’t played regularly for some time. In 2005-6, this band had a regular Wednesday-night gig at The Cajun (a now-departed home for jazz in Chelsea). The quartet was led by banjoist / singer / composer Eddy Davis, who called it WILD REEDS AND WICKED RHYTHM. The title was more than accurate, and I miss those Wednesday nights.
Eddy’s compatriots at The Cajun were most often Scott Robinson on C-melody saxophone; Orange Kellin on clarinet; Conal Fowkes or Debbie Kennedy on string bass. Sitters-in were made welcome (an extraordinary visitor was cornetist Bob Barnard) — but this little quartet didn’t need anyone else. It swung hard and played rhapsodic melodies, as well as exploring Eddy’s own compositions (they had a down-home feel but the harmonies were never predictable).
At The Ear, this band came together again — Eddy, Scott, Orange (up from New Orleans) and Conal, as well as second-set guests Dan Block and Pete Anderson on saxophones.
Eddy had grown a fine bushy beard since the last time I saw him, but nothing else had changed — not the riotous joy the musicians took in egging each other on, the deep feeling, the intuitive ensemble cohesiveness, the startling solos and more.
I offer to you a singularly rare tune — a Washboard Rhythm Kings specialty from 1931 (the only other band to perform this was the sainted Reynolds Brothers). It has a wonderful title — Eddy tried to explain it to a curious audience member when the music had ended (with only mild success), FUTURISTIC JUNGLEISM:
And a pretty MEMORIES OF YOU:
And a finale to end all finales, just short of eighteen minutes: what began as a moody, building WILD MAN BLUES (running ten minutes) and then segued into a hilarious-then-serious romp on FINE AND DANDY . . . reed rapture plus hot strings!
If that isn’t ecstatic to you, perhaps we should compare definitions of ecstasy?
I’ve asked musicians who worked with Eddy and thus knew him better to write their loving recollections. But I will indulge myself here for a few sentences. Eddy always acted glad to see me, and he was happy to have his performances captured on film, but I am not sure he knew what to make of me (a reaction he was not alone in) so we never had a long conversation until the last time I saw him — where he enthusiastically spoke with great energy about the musicians he had played with when he was sixteen or seventeen. I was amazed and delighted and pursued him with the idea of doing a video interview, but — for all sorts of reasons I can only guess at — he was silent about the idea, which I regret greatly. At least he wrote some of it down on a letter to me which I will share in Part Five — but, ever the well-brought up Midwesterner, he addressed me as “Mr. Steinman,” curiously formal.
He was remarkable to me because of his indefatigable energy. He electrified any group that had the good fortune to have him at the center. He was genuinely a joyous sparkplug. The other people on the stand felt it, as did we. He bounced; he rocked; he was having a lovely time and wanted to make sure we did also. Eddy was a complete showman, but it felt completely honest. And his unpredictability was charming in startling ways. I never knew what he was going to do, and that was such a pleasure — anticipating the next brightly wrapped package and then savoring its contents.
His command of harmony was lovely; he knew where he was going and genially took everyone along with him. His solid rhythm was never mechanical, and in some ways his banjo artistry redeemed every caustic thing said about that stringed instrument; he was flexible and elastic and I imagine I hear the whole history of jazz and popular music in his playing. And that history — made current and shiny — came through in his incredibly broad repertoire: Doc Cooke and early Ellington, Django and Jerry Herman, his own lyrics to jazz classics.
He gave of himself with such deep generosity. And although each of us is unique, few of us can embody that idea so joyously.
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Hello from Chicago aera
This first title is one of my favourite songs
Futuristic Jungleism, recorded by the Mills Blue Rhythm Band in 1931 w that remarkable trumpet of Ed Anderson and George Morton’s vocal.
Great choice of material, I must say
Thanks for posting
Hello from Chicago aera
This first title is one of my favourite songs
Futuristic Jungleism, recorded by the Mills Blue Rhythm Band in 1931 w that remarkable trumpet of Ed Anderson and George Morton’s vocal.
Great choice of material, I must say
Thanks for posting