The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Freddie Hubbard dies at 70


Freddie Hubbard

Somehow 70 seems too early for this masterful trumpeter, known as much for his work with Ornette Coleman on Free Jazz, Eric Dolphy on Out to Lunch and John Coltrane on Ole Coltrane and Ascension (among others) as for his own recordings as an ensemble leader. (I must confess to only owning a copy of his Blue Note solo debut Open Sesame, an error I plan to rectify in the very near future.)

Read the International Herald Tribune obituary here.

3 comments :

estiv said...

He was always kind of in Miles's shadow, which wasn't really fair since he had his own voice. But then, he replaced Miles when the "Second Great Quintet" regrouped as VSOP, which was a pretty high compliment from the other members of that group.

erik hogstrom said...

I adore his work on Oliver Nelson's "The Blues and the Abstract Truth." Nelson likened Hubbard to "John Coltrane playing the trumpet." I can't disagree.

Bruno Leicht said...

Well, I'm sorry, but I don't agree with Oliver Nelson here, as much as I love that beautiful recording, and especially Freddie Hubbard's solos there.

Freddie never reached Trane's soulful deepness neither in sound and expression, nor in rhythm. The only trumpeters who came close to Trane in my opinion were Booker Little and Woody Shaw.

R.I.P. Freddie Hubbard We all will miss you.