The prolixity I have trouble with is less present when Tatum records with a small and strong group. Here's an example, with Ben Webster (tenor), Red Callender (bass) and Bill Douglas (drums):
The marks of his style are there in his solo-rapidity, ornamentation, pattern-running, but there is more breathing; more space.
But then, after his solo and Webster comes back in at about 6'20", I find it hard to understand why he goes into runaway train mode behind the soloist. It's not as if he's playing tasty counter-lines. It's as if he simply won't stop soloing.
I guess if you want to really focus the discussion, you can look at one of Tatum's most archetypical solo performances-Elegy:
Here's my take: Once again, it's dazzling in many respects, but I find it the kind of over-amped, hyperbolically emotional playing that you could expect to hear accompanying a silent movie. He is not, however, following a visual analogue for utilitarian purposes, so his shifts in style seem contrived and show-offy. The jaw drops at the technique, but the heart-at least mine-stays closed.
If I played piano and not trumpet, I'm sure I'd have to come to terms with Tatum in one way or another, as you would with Bud, Monk and your other venerable elders. I might be cowed by his technique, but I might also say: if I had what he had, I might be able to do something that reached even deeper into the heart of the listener.
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do you ever marvel at the sun or is it just a bright orb in the sky
Poetically stated, Anonymous. The sun can be sheer joy. It can also be sere misery.
"God is in the house." (Thomas "Fats" Waller) -- That's all there is to say, isn't it?
Thanks so much, Steve.
I guess it's my job as an agnostic to question that. I mean, we're al god, but is anyone God?
credit to you Steve for taking on a giant.
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