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Howard Tarplin's avatar

This tale reminds me of the time in the 70s when I was stumbling around the back area of the Blue Note on 3rd St in Manhattan in a marijuana haze looking for the bathroom and saw Dizzy Gillespie sitting at a desk in one of the offices. I was in my early 20s, a new college graduate who loved jazz. I walked in and much to my own surprise I said “hey, Diz! What’s happening!?” or something like that. He said “come on in and have a seat.” So I did. I told him I had taken a class at UMass with Max Roach who had spoken very highly of him. Dizzy laughed and made some remark about being old. I asked if I could take his picture and he said yes, absolutely and laughed some more. So I did . I shook his hand and went back to my seat in the club thinking “man, what just happened?” And realizing I had never made it to the bathroom. In retrospect Dizzy was so kind and friendly and so open. And I’ll never forget his laugh.

In just a year, I had spent time with 2 members of Bird’s band. Unbelievable. I still have the photo I took that night sitting on a shelf over my desk. G-d bless Diz. And Max. And Bird.

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Jay Harvey's avatar

My big Count Basie embarrassment was during intermission of a gig he played with his band in Holly, Michigan, in the 1970s, which I covered for the Flint Journal. At a press conference with a few reporters around an offstage table, the subject of plunger-muted trombonists came up. Stupidly I mentioned Dickie Wells, as if he were a current band member. Basie looked at me levelly and said: “Dickie Wells hasn’t been a member of this band since 1940. It’s Al Grey. You have to leave this interview now”. I was so stunned I didn’t move a muscle. Basie didn’t press his insistence that I leave, but just moved on to the next question.

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