Jazz cornetist Leon “Bix” Beiderbecke’s life sketched out the template for generations of stereotypical pop-music biographies to come: self-taught musician comes out of the suburbs of Nowheresville, remakes his chosen genre — wowing the pros — while laboring in the chains of commercialism, and dies, in mysterious, seedy circumstances, before the age of 30… leaving behind a legacy of just one or two hours of music.
When I first heard his recordings, I didn’t know anything about that. I’m not sure what even led me to him in the first place (thirty-some years ago). My dad’s taste in jazz was formed in the mid-1930s and later; Beiderbecke’s career arc carried him through the mid- ’20s to 1931. So I’m pretty sure Dad’s jazz collection included nothing at all by Beiderbecke. (And Dad hated the sound of bandleader Paul Whiteman’s orchestra, which was the last band Beiderbecke played regularly with.) I think what stirred the initial interest may have been that I kept coming across his distinctive name in context with other names I did know: Benny Goodman, Jess Stacy, Paul Whiteman, Louis Armstrong, Hoagy Carmichael…
Beiderbecke played with all of those guys at one time or another. Songwriter Carmichael, especially, formed a sort of frame for Beiderbecke’s professional life: the two of them met in college, in Indiana, and Carmichael always lavished regard on Beiderbecke as an inspiration, if not exactly a mentor. (I’ve read one report that Beiderbecke deserves credit for pushing Carmichael into songwriting, at a time when the latter couldn’t make up his mind to continue his budding legal career. Beiderbecke, according to this account, said something like, Why don’t you write songs, kid?) “Stardust,” supposedly, is an extended riff on a piano improvisation which Carmichael had first heard from Beiderbecke; and the very first recording of “Georgia On My Mind,” by Carmichael’s own ensemble, was one of the last recordings which Beiderbecke would sit in on.*
Hugely influential among fellow musicians, Beiderbecke was pretty much unknown to the general public during his life. It’s hard to describe what about him so appealed to me. I’ve seen his improvisational solos described as warm, lyrical, introspective…
Maybe it’s that last one which got me. One account of his live playing style said that he tended to stand in one spot, looking down at the floor or his feet. (Contrast this with the showmanship of his “other half,” Armstrong, who had moved from the cornet up to the bigger, brasher, more sweeping sound of the trumpet.) Among those whom Beiderbecke influenced (at a distance of years, through a chain of associations): Miles Davis. I can just see Davis striking that pose, lost in the cool. Introspection is virtually the cornerstone of the cool.
One of Beiderbecke’s solos — in a number called “Singin’ the Blues (Till My Daddy Comes Home)” — is almost unversally cited as one of the best jazz solos ever put on record. For my (musically unsophisticated) taste, though, I much prefer his longest, on “I’m Coming, Virginia.” The song is undistinguished at the outset, with the rather corny-sounding ukulele-picking and dreamy running-on-autopilot ensemble playing that characterized jazz at the time. Suddenly, at about 1:29, that cornet chimes in. It reduces the rest of the band to little more than bystanders — to sawdust under the shoes of a talented dancer — for the duration of the piece.
And yes, it strikes me as warm, lyrical, and introspective.
(Beiderbecke’s solo was reproduced note-for-note by trumpeter Bobby Hackett, in the Benny Goodman Carnegie Hall concert of 1939.)
And, for the record, here’s “Singin’ the Blues (Till My Daddy Comes Home).” About the one-minute solo, which starts a little over a minute into the tune, one commentator says (among other things; follow the link for more):
Over a mid-tempo two-beat groove, Bix makes a statement that sits squarely in the middle of the instrument’s register, never pushing the tempo or reaching for showy high notes or tricky articulations. The intent would seem to be a syncopated lyricism. Bix places the notes with deliberate care against the beat, generating excitement through the subtlety of his rhythmic displacement. His note choices are logical but occasionally startling, having the quality of melodic invention rather than mere riffing.
But most fascinating are the tonal qualities he brings to his playing. While the recording quality from 1928 is such that much is masked, Bix’s tone is distinct… like a voice in conversation rather than a virtuoso musician. Bix speaks here in logical phrases that develop with gradual logic.
The voice, however, is witty and unpredictable.
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* I’ve written before of Hoagy Carmichael, in the What’s In a Song entries on “I Get Along Without You Very Well,” both Part 1 and Part 2.
The image at the top of this post is probably the most frequently reproduced photo of Beiderbecke. I came across this scan of it, among other places, at the Hoagy Carmichael Collection at the University of Indiana. There’s a note (shown at the right) attached to the original, on what appears to be the cover to sheet music for Beiderbecke’s piano composition “Candlelights”: “To Mr. Carmichael — I am glad to have met such a man — ‘long lang may your bum lum reek’ — Your friend, Leon Bix Beiderbecke. P.S. I am not a swan!” If all those apparent in-jokes don’t convince you of the easy friendship between the two men, consider the name of Carmichael’s son: Hoagy Bix Carmichael.
Edit to add: As pointed out by commenter Alex, below, the note in fact says “Lang may your lum reek” — a decidedly more pleasant aside from Beiderbecke to Carmichael than the one I imagined! I’ve corrected it in the preceding paragraph.
Jayne says
Love the Beiderbecke/Carmichael story. Reminds me of my brothers and B-I-Ls — that sort of of good natured badinage.
I seem to default to jazz ’round the holidays. Beiderbeck’s sound is wonderful. Yesterday. I had Beiderbecke’s “other half” on the mind.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family, John. :)
John says
And a lovely day to yours, as well!
Badinage — now there’s a word that could warrant some resuscitation. Everybody’s so flipping serious all the time! :)
(While looking up its etymology just now, in a list of “words which rhyme with badinage” (they don’t, really) I came across a new one to me: colportage. Which is — wait for it — the work of a colporteur: a “peddler of religious books.” I’d rather hoped to learn that Cole Porter’s name was a pseudonym, and that a colporteur would turn out to be something clever and witty… along the lines of a badinage-slinger, I guess. No such luck.)
Anyhoo…
Putting (early) Louis next to Bix in a playlist can be an enlightening experience. That I wrote about the latter while you had the former on your mind strikes me as a case of “Great minds, similar channels”!
Leo Unger says
One little thing only: there is no corny sounding ukulele picking in I’m Coming Virginia. If you listen well, you can hear it is a guitar, probably a resonator with a nice “pong” sound. It starts high on the neck and gradually goes down, playing basses and chords. It was played by Ed Lang, one of the greatest guitarplayers of his time. Corny? it was sweet, a little sentimental, like much of the music of that era.
Alex says
If you look again at the note you will see what Bix actually wrote was “Lang may your lum reek”, a common expression of good wishes in Scotland.
The use of quotation marks leads me to believe that Bix was quoting Hoagy whose surname is Scottish.
Hoagy’s mother’s maiden name is also Scottish.
John says
Good one — I like “your lum” much more than “your bum”… the latter carrying distinctly weirdly unpleasant connotations. Thank you very much! (I’ll update the post itself.)
P.S. For those of you who, like me, didn’t know of the Scottish saying which Alex has noted here, you might want to check out this exchange on Quora.