Over the years, I’ve found myself meeting musicians that I really respected. Guys whose albums I wore out. Guys whose music had a tremendous impact on my playing.
I’m not a “I really gotta meet this guy” type of person but you find yourself in situations with these very people that had a huge influence on your musical life.
Case in point: Tony Williams
In my opinion, TW is the most creative and influential jazz drummer of our time. We’ll talk about the reasons in another post.
But we opened for Tony’s quintet (Billy Pierce, Charnett Moffat, Mulgrew Miller, Wallace Roney) in Newport RI sometime in the early ‘80’s at a now defunct club called the Blue Pelican.
Mistake with Legend #1 Breaking the Rules
I walked into the club about two hours before the gig and there they were – Tony’s signature yellow Nitron Gretsch drums – no one was around – just me and the kit. The sound of that kit was etched in my head since I’d first heard it. I loved those drums.
Dare I sit behind Tony William’s drums? Feel the response of those heads and cymbals – hear that sound, make that sound! That would be very wrong – you never play someone’s gear without a thumb’s up.
So…I sat down… grabbed his sticks and started to play some time and then opened it up a little.
It was blissful until… a very LARGE human screamed and warned me that I was in violation of the unwritten code of musicians everywhere. You never grab someone’s instrument without clearance. I had no clearance… so I quickly complied and planned my exit.
Mistake with Legend #2 Leave Well Enough Alone:
I needed a safe haven so I went to the dressing room which was toward the back of the club on the second floor. I see a nice looking buffet and as I contemplate the construction of my roast beef sandwich, I turn to my right. Sitting in a plush, regal sort of chair, smoking some sort of expensive cigar, was…yes… Tony Williams. He heard my little concert on his drums. So, there we are, just me and TW! (you need to imagine the deafening silence)
I’m thinking, ‘salvage this thing and find a way to converse with my long-time mentor’.
This is my opportunity of a ‘Lifetime’ (no pun intended) to gain some drum wisdom straight from the source – the guy that played with Miles, Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter and everyone else. Maybe he would comment on my playing? This was going to be great, right?!
I sat down in front of him, face to face and introduced myself. Hi Mr. Williams! He looked directly into my eyes,(good start) took a massive inhalation of smoke, looked a me with total disgust and blew two huge lungs full of smoke directly into my face. We then had a Mexican stare-down for what seemed forever (just a few seconds). He refused to say one word. Not even hello, not even I hate you, nothing. More disappointment. More humiliation. Within just a few short minutes I had to make awkward exit number two. Not what you would envision for a chance meeting with drumming royalty. Some would say an epic fail but…
all in all, it went really well, don’t you think?