ART TATUM Knockin' Myself Out (1941-56) - PAJZ008

ART TATUM Knockin' Myself Out (1941-56) - PAJZ008

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Overview

ART TATUM Knockin' Myself Out
Recorded 1941-56
XR remastering by Andrew Rose at Pristine Audio, June 2008
Cover artwork based on a photograph of Art Tatum
Compilation devised, researched and sourced by Lynn Bayley
Duration 79:58

Art Tatum, piano
Various Artists

 



 


Art Tatum - Rare and essential recordings, 1941-1956

These rare recordings have come from a wide variety of sources, recorded with varying degrees of quality. In addition, as Lynn Bayley points out in her notes, some of the live material would have been played on a "battered old upright" rather than a fine well-tuned and properly maintained grand piano! All of this, along with the age of these recordings, conspires against sound quality. However, much recovery has been possible and the sound quality on this release is largely excellent - certainly far better than on previous issues! There is unfortunately some peak distortion present on the final Washington DC recordings, most especially on the piano, and although this has been significanly reduced it has not been possible to entirely eliminate it.


Andrew Rose



Live and studio recordings, 1940s:


  1. Lonesome Graveyard (3:08)
  2. Corinne Corrina (2:33)
    "Big Joe" Turner, vocal; Joe Thomas, trumpet; Art Tatum, piano; Oscar Moore, guitar; Billy Taylor, bass; Yank Porter, drums. New York, June 13, 1941.
  3. Knockin' Myself Out (4:04)
  4. Toledo Blues (3:33)
    Art Tatum, piano & vocal on "Toledo Blues"; Chocolate Williams, bass & vocal on "Knockin' Myself Out." New York, July 26, 1941.
  5. Lady Be Good (4:28)
  6. Sweet Georgia Brown (7:18)
    Frank Newton, trumpet; Art Tatum, piano; Ebenezer Paul, bass; New York, September 16, 1941.
  7. Rock Me, Mama (2:59)
    Same personnel and date as tracks 1 & 2
  8. Wee Baby Blues (2:54)
    "Big Joe" Turner, vocal; Joe Thomas, trumpet; Edmond Hall, clarinet; Art Tatum, piano, John Collins, guitar; Billy Taylor, bass; Ed Dougherty, drums. New York, January 21, 1941.
  9. Tea For Two (3:25)
    Roy Eldridge, trumpet; Jack Teagarden, trombone; Barney Bigard, clarinet; Lionel Hampton, vibes; Art Tatum, piano; Al Casey, guitar; Oscar Pettiford, bass; Sid Catlett, drums. Metropolitan Opera House, New York, January 18, 1944.


    Live Trio Radio Broadcasts, 1950s:
  10. A Flying Home (Theme) (0:49)
  11. I Cover The Waterfront (4:33)
  12. Soft Winds (3:23)
  13. Tenderly (4:58)
  14. Tea For Two (3:11)
  15. Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams (5:20)
  16. Body and Soul (0:59)
    Art Tatum, piano; Everett Barksdale, guitar; Slam Stewart, bass. Basin Street, New York, October 1955

  17. Flying Home (Theme) (1:43)
  18. Moon Song (5:56)
  19. Just One Of Those Things (3:48)
  20. Would You Like To Take A Walk (5:33)
  21. You Go To My Head (5:23)
    Art Tatum, piano; Everett Barksdale, guitar; Bill Pemberton, bass. Olivia's Patio Lounge, Washington DC, October 1956


In the long history of jazz, only one musician has stood head and shoulders above all others, not only in his classification but even when compared to those who played other instruments. That one musician was pianist Art Tatum,

Born blind in one eye, he lost 75% of his sight in the other by the time he was a teenager, but like Lennie Tristano, another piano genius of similar ability but far less popular appeal, with Tatum it was the talent and not the handicap that made him unique. Ungainly in appearance, heavy-set and homely, he lacked the manner and looks of a great artist. His first major exposure occurred at the age of 18 when he played on radio broadcasts in his native Toledo, Ohio. He moved to New York in 1932, where he quickly gained acclaim as the finest pianist of his day, able to synthesize every style of jazz piano from New Orleans, stride and boogie-woogie and fuse them with a technique so prodigious that even such technical wizards as pianist Earl Hines refused to compete with him (though bassist Quinn Wilson remembers their lone encounter, at a late-night club in Chicago after Hines's band finished its gig at the Grand Terrace Hotel).

Competing in the venue of popular music, Tatum eschewed writing his own jazz compositions in favor of ornate, almost baroque fantasias on the great pop tunes of his time (and a few light classics like Dvorak's Humoresque and the Massenet Elegie). His approach to these pieces remained fairly constant throughout his career: play the melody with variations on the breaks, then begin improvising in such a way that the melody, harmony and rhythm were fractioned and re-fractioned, sometimes within the space of a single bar. Partly as a means of enticing listeners who couldn't follow what he was doing, and partly because it helped him negotiate the keyboard easier from one end to the other, Tatum often played arpeggios and runs that dazzled listeners but were musically superfluous. This aspect of his style eventually led to his being disparaged by critics, many of whom dismissed him as "really a classical pianist" who didn't swing and was apparently out of touch with "true jazz." Nevertheless, Tatum kept at it until his untimely demise at the age of 46, a victim of uremia, and despite the carping of critics he was—and remains—unanimously admired by other pianists, even such modern ones as Cecil Taylor, Bill Evans, McCoy Tyner and Jack Reilly. They know, as did Hines, Ellington, Waller, Morton, Wilson, Heywood, Mary Lou Williams, Peterson, Hyman and Tristano, that it didn't matter what the critics said. Tatum not only had the quickest fingers in the world (Vladimir Horowitz often said that quite a few classical pianists, including himself, would be the worse for competition if Tatum had been allowed to become a concert artist), but the quickest musical mind. A genius in bondage is still a genius.

In 1943, influenced by the fleet, light, drummerless trio led by rival pianist Nat "King" Cole, Tatum formed a similar group consisting of piano, guitar and bass. His original guitarist was Tiny Grimes and his original bassist, Slam Stewart, but by the late 1940s he reformed his group with the more harmonically sophisticated Everett Barksdale on guitar. Yet Tatum's playing style in after-hours sessions, with musicians he was comfortable with, could be much more relaxed, less flashy, sometimes even more swinging. As Orrin Keepnews put it in his liner notes for the album I Got Rhythm: Art Tatum, Vol. 3 on MCA, "'After hours' is a term that has a very specific, very evocative meaning in jazz. It is a bit outdated now, but not too many years ago there were places in almost ever big city, not too difficult to find, where there was no curfew for the music short of exhaustion: back rooms where the emphasis was apt to be on the big man hunched over the battered, well-used upright piano. The world of after-hours jazz was, by and large, a private world."

This album includes the only known existing recordings of Tatum after hours, from July and September of 1941. After hours, Tatum indulged in something he did very rarely in his other professional gigs: he played, and occasionally sang, the blues, and did so superbly. Fellow pianist Jay McShann, a man not known for showering compliments on his rivals, is on record as saying, "Art could really play the blues. To me, he was the world's greatest blues player, and I think few people realized that." Toledo Blues is the only surviving recording of Tatum singing the blues.

Surprisingly, one of his after-hours sessions, with trumpeter Joe Thomas, clarinetist Edmond Hall, Barksdale, bassist Billy Taylor, drummer Sid Catlett and blues shouter "Big Joe" Turner, spilled over into the recording studio. Three of those recordings are included here as an extension of the live 1941 tracks; the only real difference is that Tatum is playing on a fine piano instead of a battered old upright. But Tatum did not just thrive in after-hours sessions. He also thrived in live settings, sometimes with his trio, occasionally with musicians who were his good friends as well as colleagues. One of these is included here, a brief but intense performance of Tea for Two, given at the Metropolitan Opera House in 1944, part of an "all-star" concert featuring winners of Esquire magazine's annual jazz awards. (Yes, also there was a time when Esquire really cared about jazz and not just popular music.) Despite the intrusion of an announcer speaking his name, this band—which included his good friends, trumpeter Roy Eldridge and vibist Lionel Hampton—is really flying, and Tatum is flying along with them.

The remainder of this album is comprised of two nightclub broadcasts from New York and Washington with his trio. The second of these, ironically, is the next-to-last time he ever performed in public. On November 4, 1956, he was forced to check into Queen of Angels hospital in Los Angeles; the next day, he was dead. Despite all of the wonderful recordings that his trio made, there is an extra spark to these live sessions that seems to push Tatum to even greater heights.
The Joe Turner recordings were once available on an MCA CD. The Esquire all-stars concert was once on a LaserLight CD. The remainder of these tracks were only issued as small-label LPs, many years ago, and have long been out of print. Put together, they give us another dimension of Tatum as an artist, working in the milieu he enjoyed best, a live setting with friends before audiences, public or private, that understood his genius and appreciated it without wanting the carnival act.


Notes by Lynn Bayley


Fanfare Review

The music world in general, and particularly the jazz world, has never seen his like since

Before I continue with this review, a disclaimer. I provided Pristine with the raw material for this CD (how raw, I’ll explain soon enough). I also sent over track listings, dates, personnel, and an essay about Tatum and these recordings that I had written for my own enjoyment to include with the CD. I received no compensation for this other than one review copy and the pleasure of seeing this invaluable Tatum material once again available. That’s more than enough for me—knowing that somewhere, someone in the world who may have been looking for these tracks for a long time will now have the ability to own them on CD. For make no mistake, these are major rarities, with the exceptions of the four tracks with blues shouter “Big Joe” Turner, which appeared on one of MCA’s jazz CDs shortly before they were bought out by Seagram’s or Coors Light or some Swedish light bulb company or whoever has them now, and the jam session on the first Tea for Two which was once available on a LaserLight CD. The live jam session tracks (3–6) are from an Inner City LP dating from the mid 1970s. The two trio radio broadcasts, evidently recorded on a defective tape recorder, appeared on a small-label LP in the early 1980s that disappeared almost as quickly as it first showed up. My intent was to present the listener with a taste of Tatum in primarily live settings and particularly after-hours. “After hours” was a very specific term with very special connotations during the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. It no longer means as much, but in those days it was a place the jazz musicians went, not to show off their chops (they could do that onstage in front of the white audiences) but to inspire each other musically, occasionally with little musical jokes or teasing phrases. Thus, in this live performance of Sweet Georgia Brown, for instance, one is not overpowered by the usual Tatum barrage of notes but, on the contrary, treated to moments of silence, perfectly placed in order to make what came before and comes after all the more meaningful. The 1944 jam session, a more commercial event organized by Esquire magazine to show off its annual jazz award winners (yes, Virginia, there was once a time when Esquire cared about jazz), nevertheless puts Tatum in the midst of some of his favorite jam session friends, trumpeter Roy Eldridge, vibist Lionel Hampton, and the great drummer Sid Catlett, and he responds with equal alacrity and lack of surface flashiness. The July 1941 after-hours session is notable for Tatum’s presence as a blues singer. He didn’t have much of a voice, but he certainly knew the inflections. On the other tracks, especially those featuring Joe Turner, his playing is equally outstanding. Fellow pianist Jay McShann, not known for lavishing praise on his rivals, said that Tatum was one of the greatest blues pianists he’d ever heard in his life. These records prove it. The two cocktail lounge broadcasts, recorded a year apart, are among his last live performances anywhere. As usual when playing for a white audience, his performances are more ornate, more baroque, full of full-keyboard glissando runs and quotes from other popular tunes, but there is also a greater excitement, a headlong rhythmic rush sometimes missing from his studio recordings (even some of the superb records he made for Norman Granz). Just listen, for instance, to the subtle time-splitting and exciting swing of Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams, surely a tune that no one else in the history of jazz got more out of, not even Earl Hines. The second of these broadcasts is particularly poignant as it was given only about two weeks before his death from uremia. Though Tatum had been suffering for years, he seldom let on to his audiences or even his colleagues just how much pain he was in. One day in November, he checked himself into a hospital because he finally couldn’t stand the pain any longer. A day or two later, he was dead, aged 46. The music world in general, and particularly the jazz world, has never seen his like since. Vladimir Horowitz, a pianist I generally dislike, nevertheless had one good quality. He recognized Tatum’s genius and wasn’t shy in saying so, proclaiming even into the 1970s that if Art had been able to pursue a classical career there’d have been a great many pianists, himself included, who would have been fighting him for work. As for the sound quality: the studio Decca recordings with Turner and the 1944 broadcast sound about the same to me, but the live 1941 material is greatly enhanced, especially Lady Be Good, where Newton’s trumpet fades in and out of microphone range. The last broadcast was also in very rough shape on the original LP, and the vinyl on which it was pressed was so cheap that after a dozen plays it deteriorated into a kind of fuzzy, distorted nightmare sound. Andrew Rose has done a tremendous job of cleaning these tracks up. Go ahead, buy it; I promise you I won’t make a dime off it, but I’d be thrilled if you liked it well enough to thank me for this pure labor of love. Lynn René Bayley This article originally appeared in Issue 32:3 (Jan/Feb 2009) of Fanfare Magazine.