Thank You,
Bryan
>Subject: questions on the Stan Getz Biography
>Is this a book worth pursuing? Has anyone read it? I would appreciate
>all the rmb opinions I can get.
I was laid up last week-end with some back problems. Drag, but it gave me
a chance to read through the Maggin bio of Stan. Having known Stan, and
having played with him from 1981-88, I must say that the book gives a
pretty accurate portrayal of the guy I knew.
I'd heard Stan tell many of the stories in the book relating to the
Teagarden and Woody years. I also remember him telling me about the Spike
Milligan/Peter Sellers escapade in the Thames, and a number of other
anecdotes which appear in the book. Understandably, I never heard him go
into any detail about Beverly, and the early days of his family with her.
It's a pretty grim story. I've heard other stories from his
contemporaries about his junkie days. He was one of the worst. To his
credit, Stan finally faced up to a Big Truth: Heroin sucks; junkies suck.
PERIOD. You either face up to this truth or you die.
There _are_ sections of the book which contain surprises for me. Most
notably, the part about Monica's ancestors in Sweden. It was also an
eye-opener to find out what "The Quartet" was paid for certain gigs during
my tenure with the group. Rest assured that my fellow sidemen and I saw a
very small portion of this money!
I think that some of Stan's fans who were not aware of his various
addictions will be shocked by parts of the book. They may also be
surprised that a man who made so much beautiful music could, at times, be
such a drag to people close to him. Stan was certainly neither the first
nor last artist capable of creating a world in which beauty, structure,
passion, and order are balanced to absolute perfection through some
artistic medium, while their personal center seethes with demons whom they
can barely name, much less control. Throw in a handsome face, _immense_
musical gifts, stardom at 17 (remember that the latest crop of "Young
Lions" didn't invent teen-age jazz stardom!), years of being sucked up to
by all kinds of sycophants, hangers-on, and wanna-be's..........this was
not life as most of us know it or live it!
One of the big lessons I learned from Stan was that you simply cannot
equate a person's artistic output with their personal core. We are
capable of being seduced by all manner of great performers: musicians,
actors, comedians, politicians, and prostitutes. After we've paid our tab,
if we want to meet the person behind the mask, it's wise to forget about
what we've just heard or seen. Approach this real person openly, perhaps
a littly warily. You may be in for a surprise. But don't _be_ surprised!
That real person might just be terrified to open up to you, and might do
something nasty just to get you away from them.
By the time I got to know Stan and play with him, some of his demons had
been controlled. He was making genuine attempts, with occasional success,
at controlling some of his other devils. If the truth be told, much of
the time I was on the road or bandstand with him, we had a great time. It
sounds dumb, but one of my fondest memories of the man is sitting around
his swimming pool with him and Adam Nussbaum, with Stan reading from
"Truly Tasteless Jokes". As Adam and I and others from those days have
said, if Stan walked into this room right now, we could all have a jolly
old time for a while. After that, well.............As the disclaimer in
"The New Yorker" club listings states: "Club-owners and musicians lead
complicated lives......"
I suppose that this is a side of Stan I would like to have seen mentioned
a little more in the book. It also seems that as the book goes on, the
writing becomes more "wooden": it becomes less actual _writing_, and more
just a laundry list of things that happened; especially re/the
Divorce-to-End-All-Divorces.
But the overall picture is accurate. We all have talents; we all have
faults. In Stan's case these were each magnified a hundred fold. He was
a supreme drag to many people, myself included. On the other hand, the
feeling of playing "Blood Count" with him before a packed house at
Carnegie Hall is something I'll never forget. Humans; go figure........
Jim McNeely
But, Jesus, he could play!!
Thanks again