http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/ a mostly indie music blog Fri, 19 Mar 2010 12:28:55 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/comment-page-1/#comment-61488 Rob J Sat, 18 Aug 2007 16:21:17 +0000 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/#comment-61488 The last of the hip men has finally gone to meet some very old friends whom he has not seen for quite a while..... The last of the hip men has finally gone to meet some very old friends whom he has not seen for quite a while…..

]]> http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/comment-page-1/#comment-61460 adrian Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:45:21 +0000 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/#comment-61460 Actually, Nancy Powell (Richie's wife) was driving the car. As the NY Times obituary says, though, Roach was quite effected by their deaths and it plunged him into a period of depression and heavy drinking. Actually, Nancy Powell (Richie’s wife) was driving the car. As the NY Times obituary says, though, Roach was quite effected by their deaths and it plunged him into a period of depression and heavy drinking.

]]> http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/comment-page-1/#comment-61458 Lillian Adelman Sat, 18 Aug 2007 04:37:41 +0000 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/#comment-61458 Many years ago; it was in 1970, or thereabouts, when I took my ten-year old daughter to a jazz concert, in Los Angeles. It was billed as "Jazz Giants," and they were, each of them. Among the musicians reigned Max Roach. My daughter listened intently throughout the concert. When we left the auditorium, she spoke of Max, in a tone of awe, bordering on bewilderment, "Mom, I know he has only two arms and two legs, but..." and her voice trailed off, still thinking of Max. I knew Max rather well; it was in the mid-fifties, in Los Angeles. Max was working on the score of "Carmen Jones," and he and Clifford Brown, Ritchie Powell and Sonny Rollins were appearing at a local jazz club. Max, Clifford and Ritchie shared an apartment. At that time, Ritchie and I were "an occasional item," I often had dinner with Max, Ritchie and Clifford; I cooked (and not well, at that.) Ritchie and Clifford adored Max. His role was almost that of a father figure. In their eyes, Max could do no wrong. He, in turn, took loving care of his "flock." Conversation was rife at the dinner table, with many voices going going in different directions. Max and I were naturaly antagonists. I found him to be well-informed, with a gift for the English language, but also humorless, unsmiling and self-absorbed. After the accident that took the lives of Clifford an Ritchie, we learned that Max had been the driver of the car; they were on their way to the next gig. How did Max ever get on with life after that? Goodby Max; you were an original. Many years ago; it was in 1970, or thereabouts, when I took my ten-year old daughter to a jazz concert, in Los Angeles. It was billed as “Jazz Giants,” and they were, each of them. Among the musicians reigned Max Roach. My daughter listened intently throughout the concert. When we left the auditorium, she spoke of Max, in a tone of awe, bordering on bewilderment, “Mom, I know he has only two arms and two legs, but…” and her voice trailed off, still thinking of Max. I knew Max rather well; it was in the mid-fifties, in Los Angeles. Max was working on the score of “Carmen Jones,” and he and Clifford Brown, Ritchie Powell and Sonny Rollins were appearing at a local jazz club. Max, Clifford and Ritchie shared an apartment. At that time, Ritchie and I were “an occasional item,” I often had dinner with Max, Ritchie and Clifford; I cooked (and not well, at that.) Ritchie and Clifford adored Max. His role was almost that of a father figure. In their eyes, Max could do no wrong. He, in turn, took loving care of his “flock.” Conversation was rife at the dinner table, with many voices going going in different directions. Max and I were naturaly antagonists. I found him to be well-informed, with a gift for the English language, but also humorless, unsmiling and self-absorbed. After the accident that took the lives of Clifford an Ritchie, we learned that Max had been the driver of the car; they were on their way to the next gig. How did Max ever get on with life after that? Goodby Max; you were an original.

]]> http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/comment-page-1/#comment-61411 Leo Percepeid Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:42:04 +0000 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/#comment-61411 and by the way...it`s amazing but I`m also a trumpeter...we share almost the same story... and by the way…it`s amazing but I`m also a trumpeter…we share almost the same story…

]]> http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/comment-page-1/#comment-61410 Leo Percepeid Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:39:44 +0000 http://blog.ipickmynose.com/2007/08/16/max-roach-rip/#comment-61410 sad day to music...nice words you wrote there sad day to music…nice words you wrote there

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