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Clifford Brown
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Published: Aug 07, 2013
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Jazz
Clifford Brown
B001CV191U
Guest Butler Jeffrey Rubin makes the combination of Eastern Thought and Classical Psychoanalysis look easy and inevitable in The Art of Flourishing: A New East-West Approach to Staying Sane and Finding Love in an Insane World. https://headbutler.com/books/self-help/art-flourishing-new-east-west-approach-staying-sane-and-finding-love-insane-world
His new book is Meditative Psychotherapy: The Marriage of East and West. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AYXBKKM/?tag=headbutlercom-20 For more about him, visit his web site. http://www.drjeffreyrubin.com/ (
B001CV191U
It is a humid, summer day, even after work. Your clothes are sweaty and it’s been a long week. You are disgusted with and demoralized by the news, and when you get home you are tired and down, and this is one of those painful days when the daily grind of struggling to stay afloat has you by the throat. I have an antidote, at least for the moment: Clifford Brown, a name that probably rings few bells, even among music lovers.
Listen to this and see if your mood doesn’t change:
VIDEO
Just a few seconds into “Embraceable You,” you know that you’re listening to a master. The daring, tender, and graceful music transports you back to what is right with the world, to the devotion to excellence, honest emotional expression, and the possibility of beauty and truth.
To the small coterie of jazz aficionadas and living legends who heard, or played with him — like jazz god Sonny Rollins — Clifford Brown was a titan. “He had it all,” says saxophonist Rollins, who spent seven months playing with Brown. [To buy the two-CD set of “Four Classic Albums” for just $12.99 from Amazon, click here.] http://www.amazon.com/dp/B001CV191U/?tag=headbutlercom-20
Brown was a musical legend, a prodigy who played haunting tunes with incomparable lyrical beauty. He was perhaps the most brilliant jazz trumpeter of his generation —some say a better trumpeter than Miles Davis — and an original composer. According to Quincy Jones, when Brown would jam with Davis, “Brownie” would “light Miles’ butt on fire.”
Why don’t we know about Clifford Brown?
Heroin overdose or booze?
Nope. A clean-living musician in an age when many legends like Charlie Parker took drugs and died young , Clifford Brown perished in a car crash in 1953 when he was 25 years old. But Brown’s legacy doesn’t end with the music, unsurpassable as that is. He was an influence. Many years later, when Sonny Rollins was struggling during a performance, he had a sure formula for getting him through: “When I wasn’t playing too well, I would channel Clifford. That would focus my thoughts and my playing.”
In a dark time, it is refreshing and inspiring to know that Brown, for all his talent, was a humble, sweet and gentle soul. In the summer of ’53 Brown played in a show band with Benny Golson. “He was not a likeable guy — he was a loveable guy,” Golson recalls. “I never heard him raise his voice in anger, I never heard him swear…” (His one weakness: doughnuts.)
If you ever wonder whether politicians and athletes — or just everyone in the public eye — have lost their way and you hanker after people who inspire, Clifford Brown doesn’t disappoint.
Clifford Brown
B001CV191U
Guest Butler Jeffrey Rubin makes the combination of Eastern Thought and Classical Psychoanalysis look easy and inevitable in The Art of Flourishing: A New East-West Approach to Staying Sane and Finding Love in an Insane World. https://headbutler.com/books/self-help/art-flourishing-new-east-west-approach-staying-sane-and-finding-love-insane-world
His new book is Meditative Psychotherapy: The Marriage of East and West. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AYXBKKM/?tag=headbutlercom-20 For more about him, visit his web site. http://www.drjeffreyrubin.com/ (
B001CV191U
It is a humid, summer day, even after work. Your clothes are sweaty and it’s been a long week. You are disgusted with and demoralized by the news, and when you get home you are tired and down, and this is one of those painful days when the daily grind of struggling to stay afloat has you by the throat. I have an antidote, at least for the moment: Clifford Brown, a name that probably rings few bells, even among music lovers.
Listen to this and see if your mood doesn’t change:
VIDEO
Just a few seconds into “Embraceable You,” you know that you’re listening to a master. The daring, tender, and graceful music transports you back to what is right with the world, to the devotion to excellence, honest emotional expression, and the possibility of beauty and truth.
To the small coterie of jazz aficionadas and living legends who heard, or played with him — like jazz god Sonny Rollins — Clifford Brown was a titan. “He had it all,” says saxophonist Rollins, who spent seven months playing with Brown. [To buy the two-CD set of “Four Classic Albums” for just $12.99 from Amazon, click here.] http://www.amazon.com/dp/B001CV191U/?tag=headbutlercom-20
Brown was a musical legend, a prodigy who played haunting tunes with incomparable lyrical beauty. He was perhaps the most brilliant jazz trumpeter of his generation —some say a better trumpeter than Miles Davis — and an original composer. According to Quincy Jones, when Brown would jam with Davis, “Brownie” would “light Miles’ butt on fire.”
Why don’t we know about Clifford Brown?
Heroin overdose or booze?
Nope. A clean-living musician in an age when many legends like Charlie Parker took drugs and died young , Clifford Brown perished in a car crash in 1953 when he was 25 years old. But Brown’s legacy doesn’t end with the music, unsurpassable as that is. He was an influence. Many years later, when Sonny Rollins was struggling during a performance, he had a sure formula for getting him through: “When I wasn’t playing too well, I would channel Clifford. That would focus my thoughts and my playing.”
In a dark time, it is refreshing and inspiring to know that Brown, for all his talent, was a humble, sweet and gentle soul. In the summer of ’53 Brown played in a show band with Benny Golson. “He was not a likeable guy — he was a loveable guy,” Golson recalls. “I never heard him raise his voice in anger, I never heard him swear…” (His one weakness: doughnuts.)
If you ever wonder whether politicians and athletes — or just everyone in the public eye — have lost their way and you hanker after people who inspire, Clifford Brown doesn’t disappoint.
