Dave Brubeck—The King Is Gone

Dave Brubeck, the 91-year-old jazz wizard who ruled the mystical Mordor of my mind in the ‘50s and ‘60s, died today from heart failure. Dave and his various trios and quartets kept me company for thousands of hours in my impressionable youth. It’s hard to see him go, but I ask God to bless him for everything he gave us while he was here.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 12/05/12 at 06:19 PM • Permalink

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Thanks for this, Strange, and I quite agree. I played a jazz show on the school radio station back in my long-lost college days and I always opened with Take Five. I will miss old Dave something fierce.

Radio Paradise played Take Five today, and I took note because (1) I love this song, and (2) they don’t play that much jazz.  When I heard the news on my way home from work, I knew why they’d played it.

Goodbye Mr Brubeck, thanks so much for all the beauty and joy.

It’s the rhythm, it’s always the rhythm. It’s the sound of Desomnd’s sax traipsing back and forth with Brubcek’s piano while Morello tapped his way into your foot.

That’s the thing, Strange, the brilliant motherfucker aint gone, he can’t be, I know personally nearly a hundred people who played all the Brubeck they have today while hundreds of thousands of others did the same.

There’s a reason Duke Ellington never dies—the rhythm. Brubeck’s a Duke creation and when you listen you find yourself wandering, half-stepping and slip-sliding your way through a task.

Jazz is the voice of humanity and amid the screeching and wailing, the relentless noise of life as strident and rasping and grating as it can be, there is the rhythm.

It’s the rhythm, my brother, the motherfucking rhythm.

Amen to that Strange and Godspeed Mr Brubeck . . .

Well it’s not as if he didn’t have a long and productive life but what a shame that another great icon is gone.  And thanks for putting that version of Take 5 up - love it!

Practitioners and fans* of plodding, uninflected 4/4 time breathe easy today.

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*for the record, I am neither of these.

The rhythm, indeed. How exotic the time signatures in his album Time Out must have seemed at the time, but how natural they sound in context.

As another tribute, here’s a reminder of Sachal Studios’ cover version of “Take Five” that Humboldt pointed us toward a while back.

Dave Brubeck played at my college (Hobart-Wiliam Smith, bastard lower-end smartish cousin of Cornell, though apparently good at lacrosse), in the late 1970s, in the only big-ish space we had then, which was the science lecture hall (accommodating around 200). I had the joy of seeing Brubeck, McCoy Tyner, Sonny Brown and Terry McGee, Bonnie Raitt, and a whole lot more. I think jazz was on the skids in the late ‘70s, so was seeking new audiences and I was so happy for the learning curve. As YAFB’s said, 9/8 was an outlandish time signature - we’re used to it now, thanks to Brubeck.

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