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—Herman Leonard.
The Late Bird, in full flight (at lower right, drummer Max Roach).
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Continued from page 49 HROUGH the years, the pipe
impossible genre of teen-age music
which has developed since his death. organ has been the victim o""
changes, I could play the thing I'd
been hearing. I came alive. Nevertheless, he captured something of much tinkering and experimenta
the discordancies, the yearning, ro- tion in the hope of improving the
From then on he reigns as a recog- mance, and cunning of the age and breed; not all of it has been successful.
nized master, creating, recording, in- ordered it into a haunting art. He was In many cases the results were disas-
spiring others, finding fame, beginning not the god they see in him but for trous, most notably in the latter part
a family. Then comes his waning, suf- once the beatniks are correct; Bird of the nineteenth century, when organ
fering, disintegration, and death. lives—perhaps because his tradition and builders became obsessed with the
Many of the bare facts of Parker's his art blew him to the meaningful idea of imitating instruments of the
life are presented in the useful chron- center of things. orchestra. Reduced to bare essentials,
ology, but it is the individual commen- But what kind of bird was Parker? the organ is a collection of whistles
tators' embellishments on the facts Back during the Thirties members of and horns—tin and wooden whistles
which create the mythic dimension. the old Blue Devils orchestra celebrated and Halloween horns—one for each
Bird was a most gifted innovator and a certain robin by playing a lugubrious pitch, and a complete set, or rank, for
evidently a most ingratiating and diffi- little tune called "They Picked Poor each tone color. The shape of the
cult man—one whose friends had no Robin." It was a jazz community joke, whistles and the cut of their mouths
need for an enemy, and whose enemies musically an extended "signifying riff" give them their characteristic timbre.
had no difficulty in justifying their hate. or melodic naming of a recurring human The pendulum began to swing back
According to his witnesses he stretched situation, and was played to satirize toward "classic" design in the Thirties
the limits of human contradiction be- some betraval of faith or loss of love and gained momentum after World
yond belief. He was lovable and hate- observed from the bandstand. Some- War II, and the appearance of the
ful, considerate and callous; he stole times it was played as the purple-f ezzed long-playing record helped immeasur-
from friends and benefactors and bor- nmsicians returned from the burial of ably in increasing awareness of good
rowed without conscience, often with- an Elk, whereupon reaching the Negro organ sound.
out repaying, and yet was generous to business and entertainment district the And then there Λvas E. Power Biggs.
absurdity. He could be most kind to late Walter Page would announce the For years Mr. Biggs played for early
younger musicians or utterly crushing melodv dolefully on his tuba; then poor Sunday morning radio listeners, mostly
in his contempt for their ineptitude. He robin would transport the mourners on a small instrument in the Busch-
was passive and yet quick to pull a from their somber mood to the spirit- Reisinger Museum of Harvard Univer-
knife and pick a fight. He knew the lifting beat of "Oh, didn't he ramble" sity. To thousands who have never
difficulties which are often the lot of or some other happv tune. Parker, who heard another organist, he is Mr. Organ
jazz musicians, but as a leader he tried studied with Buster Smith and jammed himself. He is a proselytizer as well a
to con his sidemen out of their wages. with other members of the disbanded a performer, a man dedicated to en-
He evidently loved the idea of having Devils in Kansas City, might well have couraging an interest in organ music,
known the verse which Walter Page and'doing it with good grace and a de-
a family and being a good father and
supplied to the tune: lightful dry humor.
provider but found it as difficult as
being a good son to his devoted mother. "Variations on Popular Songs" is Mr.
He was given to extremes of sadism and Oh they picked poor robin clean Biggs's latest; Sweelinck is the com-
masochism, capable of the most stag- (repeat) poser. The songs were popular in the
gering excesses and the most exacting They tied poor robin to a stump early years of the seventeenth century,
physical discipline and assertion of will. Lord, they picked all the feathers when Jan Pieterszoon Sweelinck was
Indeed, one gets the image of such a Round from robin's rump organist of an Amsterdam church and
character as Stavrogin in Dostoievsky's Oh they picked poor robin clean. the Separatists from England were
"The Possessed," who while many gathering nearby before their pilgrim-
things to many people seemed essen- Poor robin was picked again and age in the Mayfloiver. There are six
tially devoid of a human center—ex- again and his pluckers were ever un- songs in all—love songs, a bit from the
cept, and an important exception named and mysterious. Yet the tune ballet, a drinking song—and they were
indeed, Parker was an artist who found was inevitably productive of laughter- new in Sweelinck's day. On this record
his moments of sustained and mean- even when we ourselves were its object. (Columbia ML 5737, $4.98; MS 6337,
ingful integration through the reed and For each of us recognized that his fate $5.98), we stand a good chance of
keys of the alto saxophone. It is the was somehow our own. Our defeats hearing them as they sounded to the
recordings of his flights of music which and failures—even our final defeat by Amsterdam Dutch of 1620, for Mr.
remain, and it is these which form the death—were loaded upon his back and Biggs plays them on an organ built in
true substance of his myth. given ironic significance and thus made Holland by Flentrop in the late Fifties.
Which brings us, finally, to a few more bearable. Perhaps Charlie was It is beautifully voiced, with a particu-
words about Parker's style: For all its poor robin come to New York and here larly appealing sixteen-foot pedal reed.
velocity^ brilliance, and imagination to be sacrificed to the need for enter- It is a modern organ in its materials and
there is in it a great deal of loneliness, tainment and for the creation of a new construction, a classic organ in its tonal
self-deprecation and self-pity. With jazz style and awaits even now in death design.
this there is a quality which seems to a meaning-making plucking by pre- The "popular" songs will never
issue from its vibratoless tone: a sound ceptive critics. The effectiveness of any hit a "My Fair Lady" jingle on the
of amateurish ineffectuality, as though sacrifice depends upon our identifica- cash register, but they radiate cham
he could never quite make it. It is this tion with the agony of the hero-victim: none the less. This is a fine record to
amateurish-sounding aspect which to those who would still insist that add to a collection lacking organ music,
promises so much to the members of Charlie was a mere yardbird, our reply and a splendid example of how good a
a do-it-yourself culture: it sounds with can only be, "Aint nobody here but us collection of pipes can sound.
an assurance that you too can create chickens, boss!" —DAVID H E B B .