SOUND PROJECTIONS
AN ONLINE QUARTERLY MUSIC MAGAZINE
EDITOR: KOFI NATAMBU
WINTER, 2018
VOLUME FIVE NUMBER TWO
GERI ALLEN
Featuring the Musics and Aesthetic Visions of:
TOMEKA REID
(January 27--February 2)
FARUQ Z. BEY
(February 3--9)
HANK JONES
(February 10--16)
STANLEY COWELL
(February 17–23)
GEORGE RUSSELL
(February 24—March 2)
ALICE COLTRANE
(March 3–9)
DON CHERRY
(March 10–16)
MAL WALDRON
(March 17–23)
JON HENDRICKS
(March 24–30)
MATTHEW SHIPP
(April 1–7)
PHAROAH SANDERS
(April 8–14)
WALT DICKERSON
(April 15–21)https://www.allmusic.com/artist/jon-hendricks-mn0000212200/biography
Jon Hendricks
(1921-2017)
Artist Biography by Scott Yanow
The genius of vocalese, Jon Hendricks' ability to write coherent lyrics to the most complex recorded improvisations was quite notable, as were his contributions to the classic jazz vocal group Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. Hendricks grew up in Toledo, Ohio, singing on local radio. After a period in the military (1942-1946), he studied law but eventually switched to jazz. He spent a period of time playing drums before becoming active as a lyricist and vocalist. In 1952, his "I Want You to Be My Baby" was recorded by Louis Jordan. In 1957, Hendricks made his recording debut, cutting "Four Brothers" and "Cloudburst" while backed by the Dave Lambert Singers. Soon, he teamed up with fellow singers Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form their vocal trio, starting off with a re-creation (through overdubbing) of some of Count Basie's recordings. Lambert, Hendricks & Ross (after 1962, Yolande Bavan took Ross' place) stayed together up to 1964, and were never topped as a jazz vocal group, influencing those who would follow (including the Manhattan Transfer).
In 1960, Hendricks wrote and directed the show Evolution of the Blues for the Monterey Jazz Festival; he would revive it several times during the next 20 years. During 1968-1973, he lived and worked in Europe. After returning to San Francisco, Hendricks wrote about jazz for The San Francisco Chronicle; taught jazz; and formed a group with his wife Judith, children Michelle and Eric, and other singers (including for a time Bobby McFerrin) called the Hendricks Family, which was active on a part-time basis for decades to come. Although he never recorded often enough, Hendricks did cut a classic Denon album featuring McFerrin, George Benson, Al Jarreau, and himself, re-creating all the solos in the original version of "Freddie the Freeloader." He also recorded through the years as a leader for World Pacific, Columbia, Smash, Reprise, Arista, and Telarc. Jon Hendricks died in Manhattan on November 22, 2017; he was 96 years old.
https://www.allaboutjazz.com/jon-hendricks-vocal-ease-jon-hendricks-by-greg-thomas.php
Jon Hendricks: Vocal Ease
This article was first published at All About Jazz on April 18, 2008.
Scat and vocalese master Jon Hendricks and his wife Judith have maintained a residence at Gateway Plaza in Battery Park City for a quarter century. Their high-rise apartment overlooks the Hudson River going north. From the living room window you see the Battery Park City promenade directly below and the New Jersey shoreline across the river. The view is so expansive that the petite size of the place, with walls lined with framed posters of Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday and of Jon Hendricks performing with daughters Aria and Michelle, isn't important.
Hospitality and warmth greet you upon entering, as Judith Hendricks gracefully says, "Come in Greg and make yourself comfortable." Her husband soon makes a grand entrance, clad leisurely in a robe. Small talk follows the firm handshake and hearty hug, after which we sit down at the dining room table, joined also by Kristina, Judith's assistant from Ohio. Nuts, berries, whole grain bread, cups of mayonnaise and Dijon mustard and white meat chicken slices adorn the table and are washed down with tasty Earl Grey tea. These items are components of the protocols designed for Judith by the Gerson Institute after she was diagnosed with melanoma in January 2006. (A recent ultrasound revealed that her tissue has returned to normal.) Then we start swingin':
"My class, 'Jazz in American Society,' is still number one on campus, at the University of Toledo," Jon Hendricks says, beaming with pride. "My course is considered an easy A because, I tell them, I think anyone who registers to take a jazz class has earned an A as far as I'm concerned."
In 2000, he returned to his hometown of Toledo, Ohio to teach bright-eyed freshman the bliss and blues of jazz. The University of Toledo awarded him an honorary Doctorate of the Performing Arts and appointed him Distinguished Professor of Jazz Studies. In the '70s Hendricks taught at several universities in California; hence, he's no stranger to the classroom.
"And this is how I continue, on day one: You will earn an automatic A just for taking this class because this is the only country in the world that systematically degrades its own cultural art form. And while it does that, it pays servile attention to all the world's other art forms. When I say servile, I mean they spend millions of dollars on huge ornate, gaudy opera houses. That's Italian. Each city has a grandiose, sumptuous art museum. That's French. Cities, towns and municipalities subsidize ballet companies. And that's very cultured and very wonderful. Except that's Russian. And they all have symphony orchestras that play symphonic music. That's Russian too. And they have Shakespearean theatres. That's English."
"Remember, this is me talking to freshman kids: And what do they have for American culture? Dark cellars, mostly funky bars where women and drugs are for sale. And then on top of that, with their lying selves, they tell you and anyone else within earshot, that that nigger music was born in the whorehouses of New Orleans. The truth is that jazz is the secular music of our Christian church."
After he explains how Ray Charles transformed the spiritual "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" into "I Got a Woman" he continues: "The music is spiritual. Only the words are changed, to protect the guilty. That's why you have to sit up here, all 200 of you, in the largest lecture hall in this university and listen to stories about your culture while six-year old children across the world can show you the houses of their culture. But our own, they ignore completely. The last thing is, every other country, whose cultural ass they kiss, adores the culture that they spurned, which is jazz."
Hendricks says that his time at the University of Toledo has given birth to a missionary zeal to reveal the cultural value of jazz. This fervor is a natural product of a 70+ year career, which began for him in Toledo, Ohio singing on the radio as a teen, rehearsing and being mentored by the great Art Tatum, also from Toledo. Charlie Parker heard him there and urged him to come to New York. Several years later, when he moved to the Big Apple, he searched for Bird, who upon seeing him said "Hey Jon! What took you so long?"
In 1958, he collaborated with fellow vocalists Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. Their path-breaking recording Sing a Song of Basie established them as the most successful jazz vocal group in history and was one of the first recordings to utilize overdubbing. They took the art of vocalese—putting lyrics to instrumental jazz solos and arrangements—to another level. According to Hendricks, King Pleasure originated the practice in the early 1950s with "Moody's Mood for Love," based on James Moody's improvisation on "I'm In the Mood for Love." Yet never before had a vocal group taken entire big band arrangements and performed vocalese lyrics to every note.
By his own count, Hendricks has composed 300-400 vocalese lyrics. He has written lyrics to songs and arrangements by Basie, Ellington, Monk, Jobim, Quincy Jones, Horace Silver and many others. He has even written a vocalese version of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Scheherazade" and Rachmaninov's "Piano Concerto No. 2." Premier examples such as "Freddie Freeloader" and "Joy Spring" are perennial classics of the form. In the former, found on Hendricks' album of the same title, he tells a cautionary tale about Fred Tolbert, a bartender at a jazz spot in Philadelphia in the 1950s. Freddie was known and loved by the jazz musicians back then because he liberally gave away drinks and allowed the musicians credit. Hendricks structures the tale by using an all-star cast who start the number (found originally on Miles Davis' classic, Kind of Blue) like a Greek chorus, intoning Freddie's name. Next are the solos, for which Hendricks wrote lyrics that he says are "character analyses" of each of the soloists. Bobby McFerrin sings the vocalese lyrics to Wynton Kelly's solo, giving a glimpse into Kelly's tongue-in-cheek sarcasm and sense of humor, followed by Al Jarreau, displaying Miles Davis's candor. In an incredible exhibition of vocal dexterity, Hendricks reveals John Coltrane's focus on matters serious and spiritual. George Benson's take on Julian "Cannonball" Adderley demonstrates Adderley's devil-may-care attitude. Freddie gets the last word, explaining why he gave away drinks.
It's a cautionary tale ("Free booze, free dues, free blues") because, as Hendricks tells it, Freddie ended up homeless.
Clifford Brown's "Joy Spring," amended by Hendricks as "Sing Joy Spring" on Manhattan Transfer's multi-Grammy award winning recording Vocalese (with all of the lyrics composed by Hendricks) is perhaps the ultimate vocalese masterpiece. The metaphorical and symbolic density Hendricks displays here is simply stunning. "To me, 'Joy Spring' meant two things. It could mean a spring from which instead of water, we ladled up joy for your spirit," elucidates Hendricks. "Or we drank joy from the spring. Or we waded in the joy spring; we bathed in the joy spring. So I started to philosophize it. First, I had to define the text in the first part of the song. The first chorus had to be a definition of what this thing was. Then the solos had to be commentaries on that first chorus... different horns make different commentaries."
Hendricks takes us on a magic carpet ride, in between reincarnations, then through the current incarnation, in which the key question remains: will you make your life meaningful by tapping into the spiritual joy within or will it signify nothing because you forgot the role of the soul in relation to its temporary dwelling place, the body? By the time Hendricks pens the vocalese commentary on Brown's solo, we are on a metaphysical journey in which Ponce de Leon (who searched for the "fountain of youth"), the Brothers Grimm (Snow White), Buddha, Francis Bacon and Shakespeare all contribute to the realization that joy is the eternal spring of life and the soul.
"As a jazz musician, I would like to be remembered as a poet. That's the highest level, because poetry is the highest use of the word," Hendricks asserts. "The language that one speaks attains its height in poetry; a person reads a great poem and his soul is ennobled. The Bible is poetry, great literature is poetry. A good lyricist is a poet. Johnny Mercer was a poet: 'Footsteps that you hear down the hall, the laugh that floats, on a summer night, that you can never quite recall.' That's poetry. So if I can be remembered as a poet, I'll be happy."
Al Jarreau calls Hendricks "pound-for-pound the best jazz singer on the planet—maybe that's ever been." Most critics and scholars of jazz acknowledge Hendricks' talents, although they may have slept the true depths of his lyrical genius. Saxophone and flute legend James Moody hasn't though, which is why he invited Hendricks to join him as a special guest for his gig at the Blue Note from April 1-6, 2008. "For that week, to have someone of his stature is wonderful," comments Moody. "He's got a great sense of humor. He's a top-notch lyricist and a hell of a scatter." Hendricks thinks very highly of Moody as a musician and scat singer too.
"We were at Wolf Trap celebrating Dizzy's 70th birthday. Everybody was there—Freddie Hubbard, Wynton Marsalis, Jon Faddis, Sonny Rollins, Carmen McRae," recalls Hendricks. "Backstage, I told Moody, man you lucky I don't pick up a brick and split your skull! He come up there and cut everybody! Dizzy, me, Wynton, Freddie Hubbard. He comes up there talkin' about, flop, skibe dibi bop, tu slop, blip! I said to Diz, I oughta cut his throat. Diz says, I been thinking about that. Moody tore all of us up. Boy, that cat was baaad. Every phrase was exact, pronounced. There was no stumblin' or skimpin' or slurrin.' I love Moody, always did. I love his wife Linda. He found a Judith."
Like jazz, Hendricks combines vernacular and fine art elements with felicity. He swings, in conversation and in composition, mightily. But since becoming a tenured professor, his future plans have changed. Why? "Because teaching jazz, I have realized how de-culturalized America really is. This is America, with a culture of its own, that comes from its African people. I am intently concerned with acquainting the American people to the fact that not only do they have a culture, but if they are not up on that culture, how stupid they are, because there's not a country on this planet that does not love our culture."
"I want the whole world to know this, starting with the United States. I would like to become a Visiting Professor at Harvard, Yale or Princeton." He also mentions several institutions in New York at which he's open to teaching, especially since these institutions have thriving jazz programs: Columbia University, NYU, the New School, Manhattan School of Music and Juilliard. "They should be all looking at the light shone by our own culture and not on the rest of the world, like it is now. So that artists in our own culture have to go overseas so they can earn money. That's got to stop. And only knowledge can change that. All of this exists because the people who would change it don't know. I want to shout it out loud!"
Recommended Listening:
Jon Hendricks, Boppin' at the Blue Note (Telarc, 1993)
Jon Hendricks, Freddie Freeloader (Denon, 1989-90)
Jon Hendricks, Tell Me the Truth (Arista, 1975)
Jon Hendricks, Recorded in Person at the Trident (Smash, 1963)
Jon Hendricks, Evolution of the Blues Song (Columbia, 1960)
Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Sing a Song of Basie (ABC/Paramount-Impulse, 1957)
http://www.jazzwax.com/2017/11/jon-hendricks-1921-2017.html
Jon Hendricks, a singer, songwriter and lyricist who pioneered vocalese—the art of crafting words to famed jazz solos—and was a co-founder of the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, died November 22. He was 96.
Jon died on the same day as producer George Avakian. (See my obit and complete interview with George here.) I interviewed Jon in 2009 for JazzWax. Here is my complete interview with him:
Jon Hendricks' pure sense of swing, poetic word-play and conversational vocalese remain unmatched. Truth be told, Jon' s splendid contribution to jazz has never been fully acknowledged or appreciated. Jon not only has written the words to dozens of songs based on famous jazz solos, he also has perfectly captured their infectious intent by singing every nuance of the original instrumentals. Which requires enormous skill, sensitivity and depth. If you wave off Jon's gifts as nothing more than a vocal magic trick, try this exercise: Grab the lyrics to Cloudburst or Everyday and sing along with the record. Not so simple, right? Jon can swing, he's bop hip, and since the early 1950s has been jazz's impersonator-in-chief, getting saxophone, trombone and trumpet solos up on their hind legs and walking.
Jon's recording career began in earnest in 1954 on a King Pleasure session that featured vocalese singer Eddie Jefferson and the Three Riffs. In 1955, Jon and the Dave Lambert Singers recorded three tracks. But his big break came in 1957, when a failed recording session led to the formation of Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. The group's first album, Sing a Song of Basie, won a Grammy Award and ignited a fresh vocal concept that was both fun and sophisticated.
Scat and vocalese master Jon Hendricks and his wife Judith have maintained a residence at Gateway Plaza in Battery Park City for a quarter century. Their high-rise apartment overlooks the Hudson River going north. From the living room window you see the Battery Park City promenade directly below and the New Jersey shoreline across the river. The view is so expansive that the petite size of the place, with walls lined with framed posters of Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday and of Jon Hendricks performing with daughters Aria and Michelle, isn't important.
Hospitality and warmth greet you upon entering, as Judith Hendricks gracefully says, "Come in Greg and make yourself comfortable." Her husband soon makes a grand entrance, clad leisurely in a robe. Small talk follows the firm handshake and hearty hug, after which we sit down at the dining room table, joined also by Kristina, Judith's assistant from Ohio. Nuts, berries, whole grain bread, cups of mayonnaise and Dijon mustard and white meat chicken slices adorn the table and are washed down with tasty Earl Grey tea. These items are components of the protocols designed for Judith by the Gerson Institute after she was diagnosed with melanoma in January 2006. (A recent ultrasound revealed that her tissue has returned to normal.) Then we start swingin':
"My class, 'Jazz in American Society,' is still number one on campus, at the University of Toledo," Jon Hendricks says, beaming with pride. "My course is considered an easy A because, I tell them, I think anyone who registers to take a jazz class has earned an A as far as I'm concerned."
In 2000, he returned to his hometown of Toledo, Ohio to teach bright-eyed freshman the bliss and blues of jazz. The University of Toledo awarded him an honorary Doctorate of the Performing Arts and appointed him Distinguished Professor of Jazz Studies. In the '70s Hendricks taught at several universities in California; hence, he's no stranger to the classroom.
"And this is how I continue, on day one: You will earn an automatic A just for taking this class because this is the only country in the world that systematically degrades its own cultural art form. And while it does that, it pays servile attention to all the world's other art forms. When I say servile, I mean they spend millions of dollars on huge ornate, gaudy opera houses. That's Italian. Each city has a grandiose, sumptuous art museum. That's French. Cities, towns and municipalities subsidize ballet companies. And that's very cultured and very wonderful. Except that's Russian. And they all have symphony orchestras that play symphonic music. That's Russian too. And they have Shakespearean theatres. That's English."
"Remember, this is me talking to freshman kids: And what do they have for American culture? Dark cellars, mostly funky bars where women and drugs are for sale. And then on top of that, with their lying selves, they tell you and anyone else within earshot, that that nigger music was born in the whorehouses of New Orleans. The truth is that jazz is the secular music of our Christian church."
After he explains how Ray Charles transformed the spiritual "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" into "I Got a Woman" he continues: "The music is spiritual. Only the words are changed, to protect the guilty. That's why you have to sit up here, all 200 of you, in the largest lecture hall in this university and listen to stories about your culture while six-year old children across the world can show you the houses of their culture. But our own, they ignore completely. The last thing is, every other country, whose cultural ass they kiss, adores the culture that they spurned, which is jazz."
Hendricks says that his time at the University of Toledo has given birth to a missionary zeal to reveal the cultural value of jazz. This fervor is a natural product of a 70+ year career, which began for him in Toledo, Ohio singing on the radio as a teen, rehearsing and being mentored by the great Art Tatum, also from Toledo. Charlie Parker heard him there and urged him to come to New York. Several years later, when he moved to the Big Apple, he searched for Bird, who upon seeing him said "Hey Jon! What took you so long?"
In 1958, he collaborated with fellow vocalists Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. Their path-breaking recording Sing a Song of Basie established them as the most successful jazz vocal group in history and was one of the first recordings to utilize overdubbing. They took the art of vocalese—putting lyrics to instrumental jazz solos and arrangements—to another level. According to Hendricks, King Pleasure originated the practice in the early 1950s with "Moody's Mood for Love," based on James Moody's improvisation on "I'm In the Mood for Love." Yet never before had a vocal group taken entire big band arrangements and performed vocalese lyrics to every note.
By his own count, Hendricks has composed 300-400 vocalese lyrics. He has written lyrics to songs and arrangements by Basie, Ellington, Monk, Jobim, Quincy Jones, Horace Silver and many others. He has even written a vocalese version of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Scheherazade" and Rachmaninov's "Piano Concerto No. 2." Premier examples such as "Freddie Freeloader" and "Joy Spring" are perennial classics of the form. In the former, found on Hendricks' album of the same title, he tells a cautionary tale about Fred Tolbert, a bartender at a jazz spot in Philadelphia in the 1950s. Freddie was known and loved by the jazz musicians back then because he liberally gave away drinks and allowed the musicians credit. Hendricks structures the tale by using an all-star cast who start the number (found originally on Miles Davis' classic, Kind of Blue) like a Greek chorus, intoning Freddie's name. Next are the solos, for which Hendricks wrote lyrics that he says are "character analyses" of each of the soloists. Bobby McFerrin sings the vocalese lyrics to Wynton Kelly's solo, giving a glimpse into Kelly's tongue-in-cheek sarcasm and sense of humor, followed by Al Jarreau, displaying Miles Davis's candor. In an incredible exhibition of vocal dexterity, Hendricks reveals John Coltrane's focus on matters serious and spiritual. George Benson's take on Julian "Cannonball" Adderley demonstrates Adderley's devil-may-care attitude. Freddie gets the last word, explaining why he gave away drinks.
It's a cautionary tale ("Free booze, free dues, free blues") because, as Hendricks tells it, Freddie ended up homeless.
Clifford Brown's "Joy Spring," amended by Hendricks as "Sing Joy Spring" on Manhattan Transfer's multi-Grammy award winning recording Vocalese (with all of the lyrics composed by Hendricks) is perhaps the ultimate vocalese masterpiece. The metaphorical and symbolic density Hendricks displays here is simply stunning. "To me, 'Joy Spring' meant two things. It could mean a spring from which instead of water, we ladled up joy for your spirit," elucidates Hendricks. "Or we drank joy from the spring. Or we waded in the joy spring; we bathed in the joy spring. So I started to philosophize it. First, I had to define the text in the first part of the song. The first chorus had to be a definition of what this thing was. Then the solos had to be commentaries on that first chorus... different horns make different commentaries."
Hendricks takes us on a magic carpet ride, in between reincarnations, then through the current incarnation, in which the key question remains: will you make your life meaningful by tapping into the spiritual joy within or will it signify nothing because you forgot the role of the soul in relation to its temporary dwelling place, the body? By the time Hendricks pens the vocalese commentary on Brown's solo, we are on a metaphysical journey in which Ponce de Leon (who searched for the "fountain of youth"), the Brothers Grimm (Snow White), Buddha, Francis Bacon and Shakespeare all contribute to the realization that joy is the eternal spring of life and the soul.
"As a jazz musician, I would like to be remembered as a poet. That's the highest level, because poetry is the highest use of the word," Hendricks asserts. "The language that one speaks attains its height in poetry; a person reads a great poem and his soul is ennobled. The Bible is poetry, great literature is poetry. A good lyricist is a poet. Johnny Mercer was a poet: 'Footsteps that you hear down the hall, the laugh that floats, on a summer night, that you can never quite recall.' That's poetry. So if I can be remembered as a poet, I'll be happy."
Al Jarreau calls Hendricks "pound-for-pound the best jazz singer on the planet—maybe that's ever been." Most critics and scholars of jazz acknowledge Hendricks' talents, although they may have slept the true depths of his lyrical genius. Saxophone and flute legend James Moody hasn't though, which is why he invited Hendricks to join him as a special guest for his gig at the Blue Note from April 1-6, 2008. "For that week, to have someone of his stature is wonderful," comments Moody. "He's got a great sense of humor. He's a top-notch lyricist and a hell of a scatter." Hendricks thinks very highly of Moody as a musician and scat singer too.
"We were at Wolf Trap celebrating Dizzy's 70th birthday. Everybody was there—Freddie Hubbard, Wynton Marsalis, Jon Faddis, Sonny Rollins, Carmen McRae," recalls Hendricks. "Backstage, I told Moody, man you lucky I don't pick up a brick and split your skull! He come up there and cut everybody! Dizzy, me, Wynton, Freddie Hubbard. He comes up there talkin' about, flop, skibe dibi bop, tu slop, blip! I said to Diz, I oughta cut his throat. Diz says, I been thinking about that. Moody tore all of us up. Boy, that cat was baaad. Every phrase was exact, pronounced. There was no stumblin' or skimpin' or slurrin.' I love Moody, always did. I love his wife Linda. He found a Judith."
Like jazz, Hendricks combines vernacular and fine art elements with felicity. He swings, in conversation and in composition, mightily. But since becoming a tenured professor, his future plans have changed. Why? "Because teaching jazz, I have realized how de-culturalized America really is. This is America, with a culture of its own, that comes from its African people. I am intently concerned with acquainting the American people to the fact that not only do they have a culture, but if they are not up on that culture, how stupid they are, because there's not a country on this planet that does not love our culture."
"I want the whole world to know this, starting with the United States. I would like to become a Visiting Professor at Harvard, Yale or Princeton." He also mentions several institutions in New York at which he's open to teaching, especially since these institutions have thriving jazz programs: Columbia University, NYU, the New School, Manhattan School of Music and Juilliard. "They should be all looking at the light shone by our own culture and not on the rest of the world, like it is now. So that artists in our own culture have to go overseas so they can earn money. That's got to stop. And only knowledge can change that. All of this exists because the people who would change it don't know. I want to shout it out loud!"
Recommended Listening:
Jon Hendricks, Boppin' at the Blue Note (Telarc, 1993)
Jon Hendricks, Freddie Freeloader (Denon, 1989-90)
Jon Hendricks, Tell Me the Truth (Arista, 1975)
Jon Hendricks, Recorded in Person at the Trident (Smash, 1963)
Jon Hendricks, Evolution of the Blues Song (Columbia, 1960)
Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Sing a Song of Basie (ABC/Paramount-Impulse, 1957)
http://www.jazzwax.com/2017/11/jon-hendricks-1921-2017.html
November 23, 2017
Jon Hendricks (1921-2017)
Jon Hendricks, a singer, songwriter and lyricist who pioneered vocalese—the art of crafting words to famed jazz solos—and was a co-founder of the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, died November 22. He was 96.
Jon died on the same day as producer George Avakian. (See my obit and complete interview with George here.) I interviewed Jon in 2009 for JazzWax. Here is my complete interview with him:
Jon Hendricks' pure sense of swing, poetic word-play and conversational vocalese remain unmatched. Truth be told, Jon' s splendid contribution to jazz has never been fully acknowledged or appreciated. Jon not only has written the words to dozens of songs based on famous jazz solos, he also has perfectly captured their infectious intent by singing every nuance of the original instrumentals. Which requires enormous skill, sensitivity and depth. If you wave off Jon's gifts as nothing more than a vocal magic trick, try this exercise: Grab the lyrics to Cloudburst or Everyday and sing along with the record. Not so simple, right? Jon can swing, he's bop hip, and since the early 1950s has been jazz's impersonator-in-chief, getting saxophone, trombone and trumpet solos up on their hind legs and walking.
Jon's recording career began in earnest in 1954 on a King Pleasure session that featured vocalese singer Eddie Jefferson and the Three Riffs. In 1955, Jon and the Dave Lambert Singers recorded three tracks. But his big break came in 1957, when a failed recording session led to the formation of Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. The group's first album, Sing a Song of Basie, won a Grammy Award and ignited a fresh vocal concept that was both fun and sophisticated.
JazzWax: Where did you grow up?
Jon Hendricks: I was born in 1921, in a railroad switch town called Newark, Ohio. It was just a hamlet with a dirt road running through it. My father was pastor of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, which served the area. No one was famous there. If you were alive back then in the Depression, you were a celebrity [laughs]. There were 17 of us—14 boys and 3 girls. There was no TV then, so getting along with each other was necessary and easy. You had no choice.
Jon Hendricks: I was born in 1921, in a railroad switch town called Newark, Ohio. It was just a hamlet with a dirt road running through it. My father was pastor of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, which served the area. No one was famous there. If you were alive back then in the Depression, you were a celebrity [laughs]. There were 17 of us—14 boys and 3 girls. There was no TV then, so getting along with each other was necessary and easy. You had no choice.
JW: That’s a lot of brothers and sisters.
JH: In number only. There was a lot of love in my family. There also were strict rules of living. In the morning, we had a crowd of children who needed to use the bathroom. So we lined up according to height and age, with the smallest in the front of the line. And it worked. Order always works. You can have a mob, but if they’re ordered, they can break down the strongest wall. Like everyone else in our neighborhood, we had a vegetable garden that helped put food on the table.
JH: In number only. There was a lot of love in my family. There also were strict rules of living. In the morning, we had a crowd of children who needed to use the bathroom. So we lined up according to height and age, with the smallest in the front of the line. And it worked. Order always works. You can have a mob, but if they’re ordered, they can break down the strongest wall. Like everyone else in our neighborhood, we had a vegetable garden that helped put food on the table.
JW: Did your family remain in Newark, Ohio?
JH: No. My father could preach better than Peter, so the church moved my father to many different parishes to energize congregations. I went to 13 different schools. The church paid for our relocation, and there was always a parsonage that went with the church, so we always had a house. We had to sleep three to a bed, of course, but we were used to that. That’s good for a family. It forces closeness. [Bishop Richard Allen, founder of the A.M.E. Church]
JH: No. My father could preach better than Peter, so the church moved my father to many different parishes to energize congregations. I went to 13 different schools. The church paid for our relocation, and there was always a parsonage that went with the church, so we always had a house. We had to sleep three to a bed, of course, but we were used to that. That’s good for a family. It forces closeness. [Bishop Richard Allen, founder of the A.M.E. Church]
JW: What did your father do to keep all of you in line?
JH: Nothing. We were just exhorted to love one another. We had no problem with that. The problem came when my father would get all 17 of us downstairs on our knees to pray. We didn’t stand up or sit in a chair or anything like that. We got down on our knees to supplicate to a power that was bigger than us. Every morning he prayed for good and for the safety of all the world. And he exhorted us every morning to know, not to believe, to know that we were alive by the grace of god. He told us that there's nothing living that we can dislike.
JH: Nothing. We were just exhorted to love one another. We had no problem with that. The problem came when my father would get all 17 of us downstairs on our knees to pray. We didn’t stand up or sit in a chair or anything like that. We got down on our knees to supplicate to a power that was bigger than us. Every morning he prayed for good and for the safety of all the world. And he exhorted us every morning to know, not to believe, to know that we were alive by the grace of god. He told us that there's nothing living that we can dislike.
JW: What was the problem?
JH: My father told us that every living thing is our brother and sister. He warned us that outside our front door, nobody believed that. So he said our task was to take that knowledge with us when we went outside, so that we behaved that way whenever we met someone. The problem was the real world didn’t always work that way or respond in turn to kindness and love.
JH: My father told us that every living thing is our brother and sister. He warned us that outside our front door, nobody believed that. So he said our task was to take that knowledge with us when we went outside, so that we behaved that way whenever we met someone. The problem was the real world didn’t always work that way or respond in turn to kindness and love.
JW: But your father's message helped you.
JH: Oh yes. My father taught me to fight for the right things, not the wrong ones. My father’s way of looking at life gave all of us a strong humane-ness. Everybody to this day likes my brothers and sisters.
JH: Oh yes. My father taught me to fight for the right things, not the wrong ones. My father’s way of looking at life gave all of us a strong humane-ness. Everybody to this day likes my brothers and sisters.
JW: What was your first instrument?
JH: When I was a teen I took up the drums.
JH: When I was a teen I took up the drums.
JW: What did your father think?
JH: I never knew what he thought. He never imposed anything on us. He told us how he expected us to behave but never said we could only do one thing and not another. He just urged us to be kind. If we were, he said, most men and women would like us and respect us. The problem is he never taught us how to go about doing that, except simply to treat everyone as a brother and sister.
JH: I never knew what he thought. He never imposed anything on us. He told us how he expected us to behave but never said we could only do one thing and not another. He just urged us to be kind. If we were, he said, most men and women would like us and respect us. The problem is he never taught us how to go about doing that, except simply to treat everyone as a brother and sister.
JW: Eventually your family settled in Toledo, Ohio.
JH: Yes. And Art Tatum lived five houses from ours. He was from Toledo, too. When I started to sing as a kid, he accompanied me on the radio. Soon he began calling me for gigs. Can you imagine? Art Tatum calling me to sing with him? When I was 9 years old, I was known as Little Johnny Hendricks and sang at the Rivoli Theater in Toledo. Art was 21 years old.
JH: Yes. And Art Tatum lived five houses from ours. He was from Toledo, too. When I started to sing as a kid, he accompanied me on the radio. Soon he began calling me for gigs. Can you imagine? Art Tatum calling me to sing with him? When I was 9 years old, I was known as Little Johnny Hendricks and sang at the Rivoli Theater in Toledo. Art was 21 years old.
JW: What was it like to sing with Tatum?
JH: Like singing with the Minneapolis Symphony. I once asked Tatum how had learned to play like that. He said his mother had bought him a piano roll featuring two pianists. Tatum, being blind, didn’t know that. He just listened and learned the piece being played on the roll. It turned out to be two guys playing at once. He had learned to play four hands anyway and didn’t think anything of it [laughs].
JH: Like singing with the Minneapolis Symphony. I once asked Tatum how had learned to play like that. He said his mother had bought him a piano roll featuring two pianists. Tatum, being blind, didn’t know that. He just listened and learned the piece being played on the roll. It turned out to be two guys playing at once. He had learned to play four hands anyway and didn’t think anything of it [laughs].
JW: When did you first hear bebop?
JH: On the boat coming home from Europe after World War II. I had just won $300 playing craps and was in my bunk reading when I heard someone playing Charlie Parker’s records. His music made complete sense to me because I was already familiar with Art Tatum. When Dizzy [Gillespie] and Bird [Charlie Parker] came on the scene, they were just following Art Tatum. Most people don't realize that Tatum was the father of bebop.
JH: On the boat coming home from Europe after World War II. I had just won $300 playing craps and was in my bunk reading when I heard someone playing Charlie Parker’s records. His music made complete sense to me because I was already familiar with Art Tatum. When Dizzy [Gillespie] and Bird [Charlie Parker] came on the scene, they were just following Art Tatum. Most people don't realize that Tatum was the father of bebop.
JW: How so?
JH: In later years, when I asked Bird where he had learned all the things he was playing, he said he had worked as a dishwasher at the Onyx Club on 52nd St. in the early 1940s just to hear Art Tatum play. Then, he said, he went back to Kansas City and learned to play with all the creativity and wisdom and speed of Tatum. And that’s what he did.
JH: In later years, when I asked Bird where he had learned all the things he was playing, he said he had worked as a dishwasher at the Onyx Club on 52nd St. in the early 1940s just to hear Art Tatum play. Then, he said, he went back to Kansas City and learned to play with all the creativity and wisdom and speed of Tatum. And that’s what he did.
JW: What did you do after the transport ship docked in New York?
JH: When I got back in 1946, I moved back home and enrolled at the University of Toledo on the G.I. Bill. I majored in English and minored in history and was studying pre-law. I got all A's in English—including the only A awarded in creative writing in seven years. My English professor was Milton Marks, who had written a book on creative writing used in all the universities.
JH: When I got back in 1946, I moved back home and enrolled at the University of Toledo on the G.I. Bill. I majored in English and minored in history and was studying pre-law. I got all A's in English—including the only A awarded in creative writing in seven years. My English professor was Milton Marks, who had written a book on creative writing used in all the universities.
JW: Eventually you decided to move to New York. Why?
JH: Racism. I had married an Irish girl in Ohio, and we had a son. I had a 3.5 average at the university and was on track for law school. Because of my high academic average, I was to going to be appointed Juvenile State Probation Officer. That would have given me the privilege of socializing with police court and juvenile court judges. They didn't want that because my wife and I were an interracial couple. But they couldn’t just dismiss me. I had earned the grades I got and the position I was to receive. So they got the guy with next highest grades, a black guy. They told him that if he didn’t convince me to move out of town, they were going to fire him.
JH: Racism. I had married an Irish girl in Ohio, and we had a son. I had a 3.5 average at the university and was on track for law school. Because of my high academic average, I was to going to be appointed Juvenile State Probation Officer. That would have given me the privilege of socializing with police court and juvenile court judges. They didn't want that because my wife and I were an interracial couple. But they couldn’t just dismiss me. I had earned the grades I got and the position I was to receive. So they got the guy with next highest grades, a black guy. They told him that if he didn’t convince me to move out of town, they were going to fire him.
JW: What happened?
JH: The guy came over to my house and laid out the situation for me. He said he had a wife and two kids and that they told him to come over to my house and threaten me or he'd lose his job. The guy said to me, “I’m not going to do that. I’m just going to say that if you prevail and stay on your job, they're going to fire me. I have two kids. But I’m just going leave it with you.” So I decided to leave. Didn't make much sense staying after that.
JH: The guy came over to my house and laid out the situation for me. He said he had a wife and two kids and that they told him to come over to my house and threaten me or he'd lose his job. The guy said to me, “I’m not going to do that. I’m just going to say that if you prevail and stay on your job, they're going to fire me. I have two kids. But I’m just going leave it with you.” So I decided to leave. Didn't make much sense staying after that.
JW: Why New York?
JH: Because of Bird. I had sung with him first in Toledo. He came through on a tour in 1949. I scatted with him. Miles had just left the quintet and Kenny Dorham [pictured] replaced him on trumpet. Al Haig took Duke Jordan’s place. I had Bird’s records and had researched everybody in the group. So when I went up to sing with him, I took about eight choruses. Then I started to exit the stage. But I felt this hand on my coattail. Kenny was up taking his solo so his chair was empty. I looked back and saw my coattail was in Bird’s hand. Bird motioned for me to sit in Kenny’s chair.
JH: Because of Bird. I had sung with him first in Toledo. He came through on a tour in 1949. I scatted with him. Miles had just left the quintet and Kenny Dorham [pictured] replaced him on trumpet. Al Haig took Duke Jordan’s place. I had Bird’s records and had researched everybody in the group. So when I went up to sing with him, I took about eight choruses. Then I started to exit the stage. But I felt this hand on my coattail. Kenny was up taking his solo so his chair was empty. I looked back and saw my coattail was in Bird’s hand. Bird motioned for me to sit in Kenny’s chair.
JW: What happened after the set?
JH: Bird asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to be a lawyer. Bird said, “You ain’t no lawyer. You’re a jazz singer.” I said, “What can I do with that?” Bird said, “You have to come to New York.” I said, “I don’t know anybody there.” Bird said, “You know me.” I said, “Where will I find you?” Bird said, “Just ask anyone” [laughs]. I left thinking, “This guy’s crazy.”
JH: Bird asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to be a lawyer. Bird said, “You ain’t no lawyer. You’re a jazz singer.” I said, “What can I do with that?” Bird said, “You have to come to New York.” I said, “I don’t know anybody there.” Bird said, “You know me.” I said, “Where will I find you?” Bird said, “Just ask anyone” [laughs]. I left thinking, “This guy’s crazy.”
JW: So you never forgot that invitation.
JH: Right. So two years later, when that guy came to my house and told me to quit and get out of town, I decided I would first go with my wife and son to Canada to live. Racism didn’t seem to exist up there. I had $350 in my pocket. But when we arrived at the border, they wouldn’t let us into the country to emigrate unless we had at least $1,000.
JH: Right. So two years later, when that guy came to my house and told me to quit and get out of town, I decided I would first go with my wife and son to Canada to live. Racism didn’t seem to exist up there. I had $350 in my pocket. But when we arrived at the border, they wouldn’t let us into the country to emigrate unless we had at least $1,000.
JW: What did you do?
JH: My wife, child and I drove to Buffalo, N.Y. But our car broke down. We went to the bus station and, remembering what Bird had said, bought tickets and took the bus to New York City. When I arrived, I had only my wife and son, and a set of drums.
JH: My wife, child and I drove to Buffalo, N.Y. But our car broke down. We went to the bus station and, remembering what Bird had said, bought tickets and took the bus to New York City. When I arrived, I had only my wife and son, and a set of drums.
JW: What did you do when you arrived in New York after leaving Toledo, Ohio?
JH: Right away I called Joe Carroll, Dizzy Gillespie's singer. I knew Joe because he was with Dizzy when Dizzy offered me a job years earlier, when I was still in school. That's when Dizzy came to Detroit. I sang with him there. I knew what they were playing at the time because it was what Art Tatum had taught me.
JH: Right away I called Joe Carroll, Dizzy Gillespie's singer. I knew Joe because he was with Dizzy when Dizzy offered me a job years earlier, when I was still in school. That's when Dizzy came to Detroit. I sang with him there. I knew what they were playing at the time because it was what Art Tatum had taught me.
JW: What did Carroll say?
JH: He said to stay at a hotel up at 116th and Broadway near Columbia University that charged $18 a week.
JH: He said to stay at a hotel up at 116th and Broadway near Columbia University that charged $18 a week.
JW: Did you ask Carroll for a job?
JH: No. All I asked Joe was, “Where’s Bird?” Joe said “At 125th and 7th Ave., at the Apollo Bar.” So I went uptown to see Bird. When I arrived at the bar, I put my hand on the doorknob but pulled it back. I started to feel silly. I thought, “This cat was doing one-nighters all over the Midwest. He’s not going to remember me." So I started to walk away from the bar, toward my hotel. But soon I stopped. I said to myself, “The only guy who knows what I do is in that place. I have to go in there.”
JH: No. All I asked Joe was, “Where’s Bird?” Joe said “At 125th and 7th Ave., at the Apollo Bar.” So I went uptown to see Bird. When I arrived at the bar, I put my hand on the doorknob but pulled it back. I started to feel silly. I thought, “This cat was doing one-nighters all over the Midwest. He’s not going to remember me." So I started to walk away from the bar, toward my hotel. But soon I stopped. I said to myself, “The only guy who knows what I do is in that place. I have to go in there.”
JW: Did you go back?
JH: Yes. I went back, gritted my teeth and walked in. Roy Haynes was on drums, Curly Russell was on bass, Bud Powell on piano, and Bird and Gerry Mulligan were playing. You had to walk right past the bandstand in that place to get to the tables.
JH: Yes. I went back, gritted my teeth and walked in. Roy Haynes was on drums, Curly Russell was on bass, Bud Powell on piano, and Bird and Gerry Mulligan were playing. You had to walk right past the bandstand in that place to get to the tables.
JW: What happened?
JH: Bird stopped playing when he saw me walk by the stand. He shouted out, “Hey Jon, want to come up here and sing something?” It was two years and four months since I had seen him last during that one-nighter in Toledo. And he had remembered me.
JH: Bird stopped playing when he saw me walk by the stand. He shouted out, “Hey Jon, want to come up here and sing something?” It was two years and four months since I had seen him last during that one-nighter in Toledo. And he had remembered me.
JW: Parker had some memory, didn't he?
JH: Oh, man. Amazing. The guy had a great mind. Back in 1945, the British publisher of Cherokee wouldn’t let Bird record the song because they thought it would be a desecration of the copyright. So Parker played the same chord changes but made up a different melody. Parker told Teddy Reig, the [Savoy Records] producer of the session to call it Ko-Ko. Years later, Teddy asked Bird what Ko-Ko meant. Bird said it was the name of the Lord High Executioner in Gilbert and Sullivan’s Mikado [laughs]. Charlie Parker not only knew the work but the irony of the name and its use for the song. He was an intellectual. Later Bird kept a tape in his luggage of Stravinsky’s Sacre du Printemps. He liked the part where the woman screams [laughs].
JH: Oh, man. Amazing. The guy had a great mind. Back in 1945, the British publisher of Cherokee wouldn’t let Bird record the song because they thought it would be a desecration of the copyright. So Parker played the same chord changes but made up a different melody. Parker told Teddy Reig, the [Savoy Records] producer of the session to call it Ko-Ko. Years later, Teddy asked Bird what Ko-Ko meant. Bird said it was the name of the Lord High Executioner in Gilbert and Sullivan’s Mikado [laughs]. Charlie Parker not only knew the work but the irony of the name and its use for the song. He was an intellectual. Later Bird kept a tape in his luggage of Stravinsky’s Sacre du Printemps. He liked the part where the woman screams [laughs].
JW: Did you go up and sing with Parker and the group?
JH: First I sat down at a table. When they got off the set, the musicians went off in different directions to buy their stuff. Roy didn’t use. He sat with his girl at the bar. Then they all came back. It was the last set.
JH: First I sat down at a table. When they got off the set, the musicians went off in different directions to buy their stuff. Roy didn’t use. He sat with his girl at the bar. Then they all came back. It was the last set.
JW: What did Bird say to you?
JH: He said, “We’ll play a few tunes first and then call you up.” On the third tune, Bird announced, “In Toledo, Ohio, an amazing young cat jumped up on stage and scatted. He happens to be here tonight. Come up, Jon.”
JH: He said, “We’ll play a few tunes first and then call you up.” On the third tune, Bird announced, “In Toledo, Ohio, an amazing young cat jumped up on stage and scatted. He happens to be here tonight. Come up, Jon.”
JW: Sounds like a confidence-building introduction.
JH: It was—until Roy Haynes [pictured] said real loud, “No, no, we don’t want no singers, Bird.” Parker said, “Roy, cool it and sit down and play the drums.” I got up with them and sang three numbers, and the house went wild. I’ve always thought of myself as a horn, so that’s what I did. I scatted as though I were another horn in the group. They loved it.
JH: It was—until Roy Haynes [pictured] said real loud, “No, no, we don’t want no singers, Bird.” Parker said, “Roy, cool it and sit down and play the drums.” I got up with them and sang three numbers, and the house went wild. I’ve always thought of myself as a horn, so that’s what I did. I scatted as though I were another horn in the group. They loved it.
JW: In December 1954, you recorded a track with vocalese pioneer King Pleasure.
JH: King Pleasure [pictured] brought me onto the record date. I had met him uptown at the Turf Bar a week or so earlier. He gave me a sheet of paper with his words to Stan Getz’s solo on Don't Get Scared, which Stan had recorded in '51 with his Swedish All-Stars. I said, “I see your words, but where are my words?” King Pleasure said, “You’re a writer. Write your own words.” So I did. That’s why when you listen to the recording, his words sound like a father talking to his son and I'm responding. I came up with that concept after leaving the bar. Quincy [Jones] arranged that session.
JH: King Pleasure [pictured] brought me onto the record date. I had met him uptown at the Turf Bar a week or so earlier. He gave me a sheet of paper with his words to Stan Getz’s solo on Don't Get Scared, which Stan had recorded in '51 with his Swedish All-Stars. I said, “I see your words, but where are my words?” King Pleasure said, “You’re a writer. Write your own words.” So I did. That’s why when you listen to the recording, his words sound like a father talking to his son and I'm responding. I came up with that concept after leaving the bar. Quincy [Jones] arranged that session.
JW: You’ve always been a fast thinker and lyric writer.
JH: I write on demand like that. That’s how I wrote the words to Four Brothers around that time. I lived in New York and was on the streets for years before I got famous. I worked first in a newsprint factory. On my lunch break I’d hang out on Broadway in the 50s, where the songwriters were. They’d surround me and say, “Jon, what are you working on?”
JH: I write on demand like that. That’s how I wrote the words to Four Brothers around that time. I lived in New York and was on the streets for years before I got famous. I worked first in a newsprint factory. On my lunch break I’d hang out on Broadway in the 50s, where the songwriters were. They’d surround me and say, “Jon, what are you working on?”
JW: What would you tell them?
JH: I’d sing a ditty using my way of putting words together. Soon I'd hear what I sang on the radio a few weeks later. They were stealing my stuff.
JH: I’d sing a ditty using my way of putting words together. Soon I'd hear what I sang on the radio a few weeks later. They were stealing my stuff.
JW: You had quite a fast mind.
JH: I did. I took pre-law at the University of Toledo because of my mind. When I was 9 years old I got all A’s in English. I loved books and always was adept at the language. My father always chose me to help him with the text for his Sunday sermons. He’d ask me to copy out text from the bible each week. This made me curious about everything and eager to research whatever I didn’t know. If I’m onto something, I don’t stop until I get to the truth. I do the same thing with my lyrics. I’ve always had a love of words and word combinations. After spending time on the streets and in the clubs of New York in the early 1950s, it all came together.
JH: I did. I took pre-law at the University of Toledo because of my mind. When I was 9 years old I got all A’s in English. I loved books and always was adept at the language. My father always chose me to help him with the text for his Sunday sermons. He’d ask me to copy out text from the bible each week. This made me curious about everything and eager to research whatever I didn’t know. If I’m onto something, I don’t stop until I get to the truth. I do the same thing with my lyrics. I’ve always had a love of words and word combinations. After spending time on the streets and in the clubs of New York in the early 1950s, it all came together.
JW: How did Sing a Song of Basie come about—Lambert, Hendricks & Ross’ first album.
JH: Dave Lambert and I were like brothers. But when we first went in to record that album, Dave brought too many Dave Lambert Singers. They didn't swing. They were like a commercial choir, without that hip feeling. After a while, it wasn’t working. I told Dave, “We have to get some more African-Americans in here" [laughs]. Dave said, "Well, I guess so." Creed said, “No, no, no more singing. No more mass. I don't have any more money. Whatever we do, you three have to do it.”
JH: Dave Lambert and I were like brothers. But when we first went in to record that album, Dave brought too many Dave Lambert Singers. They didn't swing. They were like a commercial choir, without that hip feeling. After a while, it wasn’t working. I told Dave, “We have to get some more African-Americans in here" [laughs]. Dave said, "Well, I guess so." Creed said, “No, no, no more singing. No more mass. I don't have any more money. Whatever we do, you three have to do it.”
JW: What did you say?
JH: Dave said, "We'll multitrack." Annie, me and Creed looked at each other and said, "What's that?" Dave said, "Well, we'll put three voices on a roll of tape. We'll do it four times and we'll have the 12 pieces of the Basie band and that will be it." We already had the rhythm section track recorded.
JH: Dave said, "We'll multitrack." Annie, me and Creed looked at each other and said, "What's that?" Dave said, "Well, we'll put three voices on a roll of tape. We'll do it four times and we'll have the 12 pieces of the Basie band and that will be it." We already had the rhythm section track recorded.
JW: You guys had never multitracked before, had you?
JH: Nobody had [to that extent with vocals]. And nobody had ever put the lyrics on the back of an album before. I invented that. I said this will let the listeners follow along. It will be better than some disc jockey writing about how great or not great the album is.
JH: Nobody had [to that extent with vocals]. And nobody had ever put the lyrics on the back of an album before. I invented that. I said this will let the listeners follow along. It will be better than some disc jockey writing about how great or not great the album is.
JW: So Creed saw the genius of that right away?
JH: Yeah.
JH: Yeah.
JW: So did you write all your parts?
JH: I can't write music. I can't read music. I just sing music. Dave did all the writing.
JH: I can't write music. I can't read music. I just sing music. Dave did all the writing.
JW: How did you sing all the parts without reading music?
JH: Dave gave me the tapes of the Basie parts and I learned them. I learn very fast.
JH: Dave gave me the tapes of the Basie parts and I learned them. I learn very fast.
JW: So in the tape, you could hear what each saxophone was playing through the band?
JH: Well, Dave isolated all the different parts on one tape. He'd just take off the different parts he needed right from the recording. Instead of the whole band, you'd hear just one saxophone—the first alto and the second alto, the first tenor and the baritone, one after the next. Annie had the same thing but with the trumpets, and Dave had the trombones.
JH: Well, Dave isolated all the different parts on one tape. He'd just take off the different parts he needed right from the recording. Instead of the whole band, you'd hear just one saxophone—the first alto and the second alto, the first tenor and the baritone, one after the next. Annie had the same thing but with the trumpets, and Dave had the trombones.
JW: So
you'd learn the four parts. You'd put down the lead track first and
then come back and sing the other harmonizing saxes until all four parts
were recorded. What an amazing invention.
JH: It was. I don't even know the right word to describe it. It was god at work.
JH: It was. I don't even know the right word to describe it. It was god at work.
JW: If any one of you couldn't pull that off, you would have been in trouble.
JH: Well, Annie had already recorded the way we sang. Twisted was out already. She was singing vocalese before Dave and I did.
JH: Well, Annie had already recorded the way we sang. Twisted was out already. She was singing vocalese before Dave and I did.
JW: But not the multitracking.
JH: No. But that's not a creative process. That's just a creative use of electricity [laughs].
JH: No. But that's not a creative process. That's just a creative use of electricity [laughs].
JW: But it was still tricky to pull off.
JH: Well, I guess so. But for us it was so easy, it's hard to see the difficulty in that now.
JH: Well, I guess so. But for us it was so easy, it's hard to see the difficulty in that now.
JW: What happened next?
JH: We recorded the tracks over the next month and a half. But when Dave put all the tracks together and we came in to hear it, the master was a mess. [Jon imitates the sound of the distorted voices on the tape]. When assembling all the parts onto one master tape, we had put the least-heard voices—the alto, the second trombone and the baritone parts—on top. And the others next. So it was inaudible. There was no blended order to the parts. We should have recorded each section separately and then brought them together by modulating the sections by the dials.
JH: We recorded the tracks over the next month and a half. But when Dave put all the tracks together and we came in to hear it, the master was a mess. [Jon imitates the sound of the distorted voices on the tape]. When assembling all the parts onto one master tape, we had put the least-heard voices—the alto, the second trombone and the baritone parts—on top. And the others next. So it was inaudible. There was no blended order to the parts. We should have recorded each section separately and then brought them together by modulating the sections by the dials.
JW: Did you three flip out?
JH: We were a little stunned. Creed [pictured] started moaning, “Oh god, I’m going to lose my job.” He was in tears. Creed was such a sweet cat. We all loved him. So Dave said, “Give us another month and a half. What time do you close?" Creed said, "At 8 [p.m.]. Dave said, "We’ll be in here at 8:15 p.m. What time do you open?" Creed said, "At 7 [a.m.]." Dave says, "We'll leave at 6:45. Just give us the time." Creed said, "I won't be able to come up with any more money." Dave waved him off, saying, "We don't need the money. Just give us the time and we'll come in and do this right.”
JH: We were a little stunned. Creed [pictured] started moaning, “Oh god, I’m going to lose my job.” He was in tears. Creed was such a sweet cat. We all loved him. So Dave said, “Give us another month and a half. What time do you close?" Creed said, "At 8 [p.m.]. Dave said, "We’ll be in here at 8:15 p.m. What time do you open?" Creed said, "At 7 [a.m.]." Dave says, "We'll leave at 6:45. Just give us the time." Creed said, "I won't be able to come up with any more money." Dave waved him off, saying, "We don't need the money. Just give us the time and we'll come in and do this right.”
JW: What did you three do?
JH: We came in and re-recorded everything at night, the way it should have been done in the first place. And when we heard the master the next time around, all four of us sat down and cried like babies. You could hear instantly how good it was. And to this minute, till right now, I can truthfully say that it’s the best vocal album I have ever heard in my entire life.
JH: We came in and re-recorded everything at night, the way it should have been done in the first place. And when we heard the master the next time around, all four of us sat down and cried like babies. You could hear instantly how good it was. And to this minute, till right now, I can truthfully say that it’s the best vocal album I have ever heard in my entire life.
JW: It can't be duplicated, that's for sure.
JH: Nope. Annie and I will be brother and sister for the rest of our lives. Dave, too, bless his heart.
JH: Nope. Annie and I will be brother and sister for the rest of our lives. Dave, too, bless his heart.
JW: So you worked through the night, every day for a month and a half?
JH: That's right [pause]. What else did we have to do? [roaring laughter]. Those were good days.
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Jon Hendricks is not only one of the world's favorite jazz vocalists, but is widely considered to be the “Father of Vocalese”, the greatest innovator of the art form. Vocalese is the art of setting lyrics to recorded jazz instrumental standards (such as the big band arrangements of Duke Ellington and Count Basie), then arranging voices to sing the parts of the instruments. Thus is created an entirely new form of the work, one that tells a lyrically interesting story while retaining the integrity of the music. Hendricks is the only person many jazz greats have allowed to lyricize their music, for no one writes hipper, wittier, or more touching words, while extracting from a tune the emotions intended by the composer, more sympathetically than Hendricks. For his work as a lyricist, jazz critic and historian Leonard Feather called him the “Poet Laureate of Jazz” while Time dubbed him the “James Joyce of Jive.”
Born in 1921 in Newark, Ohio, young Jon and his fourteen siblings were moved many times, following their father's assignments as an A.M.E. pastor, before settling permanently in Toledo. As a teen Jon's first interest was in the drums, but before long he was singing on the radio regularly with another Toledo native, the extraordinary pianist Art Tatum.
After serving in the Army during WWII, Jon went home to attend University of Toledo as a Pre-law major, courtesy of the G.I. Bill. Just when he was about to enter the graduate law program, the G.I. benefits ran out, and he realized he'd have to chart a different course. Recalling that Charlie Parker had, at a stop in Toledo two years prior, encouraged him to come to New York and look him up, Hendricks moved there and began his singing career.
In 1957 he teamed with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form the legendary vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross. With Jon as lyricist, the trio perfected the art of vocalese and took it around the world, earning them the designation of the “Number One Vocal Group in the World” for five years in a row from Melody Maker magazine. After six years the trio disbanded for solo careers, but not before leaving behind a catalog of legendary recordings, most of which have never gone out of print. Countless singers cite the work of LH&R as an influence, from the Manhattan Transfer to Al Jarreau to Bobby McFerrin.
Pursuing a solo career, Hendricks moved his young family to London in 1968, partially so that his five children could receive a better education. While based in London he toured Europe and Africa, performed frequently on British television, and appeared in the British film
Jazz is Our Religion and the French film Hommage a Cole Porter. His sold-out club dates drew fans such as the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. Five years later the Hendricks family settled in California, where Jon worked as the jazz critic for the San Francisco Chronicle and taught classes at California State University at Sonoma and the University of California at Berkeley. A piece he wrote specifically for the stage about the history of jazz, Evolution of the Blues, ran an unprecedented five years at the Broadway Theatre in San Francisco and another year in Los Angeles. His television documentary, Somewhere to Lay My Weary Head, received Emmy, Iris, and Peabody awards.
Hendricks recorded several critically-acclaimed albums on his own, some with his wife Judith and daughters Michele and Aria contributing. He collaborated with old friends The Manhattan Transfer for their seminal 1985 album, Vocalese, which won seven Grammy Awards. He's served on the Kennedy Center Honors committee under Presidents Carter, Reagan, and Clinton.
In 2000, Hendricks returned to his hometown to teach at the University of Toledo, where he was appointed Distinguished Professor of Jazz Studies and received an honorary Doctorate of the Performing Arts. He was recently selected to be the first American jazz artist to lecture at the Sorbonne in Paris, a university established in the year 1248. His fifteen voice group, the Jon Hendricks Vocalstra at the University of Toledo, performed to a standing ovation at the Sorbonne earlier this year. As if perfecting one original art form weren't enough, Hendricks now finds himself happily penning lyrics to some of the world's most beautiful classical pieces. The Vocalstra is currently preparing to give the world premiere of a vocalese version of Rimsky-Korsakov's lush “Scheherazade” with the Toledo Symphony in February 2003.
Summer of 2003 will find Jon on tour with the “Four Brothers”, a quartet consisting of Hendricks and three of the best-known male vocalists in jazz: Kurt Elling, Mark Murphy, and Kevin Mahogany. Next for Dr. Hendricks is lyricizing and arranging Rachmaninoff's 2nd Piano Concerto, as well as work on two books, teaching, and continued touring with his Vocalstra. He also makes an appearance in the upcoming Al Pacino film, People I Know.
https://jazztimes.com/news/jon-hendricks-dies/
Jon Hendricks – one of the originators of jazz vocalese – died on Wednesday, Nov. 22, in New York City. Perhaps best known for his collaboration with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross in the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Hendricks was 96 years old. He had been hospitalized with broken hips. The death was confirmed by the vocalist Kurt Elling, who considered Hendricks a mentor and major influence.
“Jon Hendricks always will be the greatest of jazz lyricists,” Elling said. “I can’t imagine him being surprised that his wife, Judith, thought of him as a mystical offspring of William Shakespeare. His ingenuity and mother wit were always on full display, and his word-twist devices were nothing short of miraculous. His command of the jazz language and the interpretive nature of his improvisation were parallel to the greatest instrumentalists. He was as generous with his words as a lyricist as he was as a mentor and friend to all the jazz singers who have followed him. The last I encountered Jon was in his final days, and he was in the same spirit of joy and interaction.”
Hendricks was born on Sept. 16, 1921, in Newark, Ohio, one of 15 children. His father was a pastor and eventually settled in Toledo, which was where Hendricks developed as a musician and singer. “I started singing when I was 6,” Hendricks told Roseanna Vitro in an interview for JazzTimes.com. “My father was the pastor at Warren AME Church.” Remarkably, the young Hendricks was an early adopter of the legendary pianist Art Tatum—or, perhaps more accurately, it was the other way around.
“I was about 12 years old, and I used to come out of junior high school past his house,” he told Vitro. “One day I was walking by and he came out of his house and invited me in. He asked me what I was doing, and I told him I was coming from school. He said, ‘Oh, you go to Robinson? My brother goes there.’ So I would stop and see him after school sometimes. After a time, I asked him what he was up to and he said he was playing all night in a little joint downtown where artists would stop and jam when they were crossing the country. So I was talking to him and I said, ‘You wanna work in your hometown? You want to be close to your family?’ I told him he should get a gig at this after-hours joint over on Indiana Avenue that I was working in. ‘You get the house bassist and drummer and you have two sets, and you play my two numbers that I sing.’”
He continued: “My mother would save my supper for me, because she knew I was up at Art’s getting my nightly lessons. I’d leave about 9 p.m. and I wouldn’t come back until 2 or 3 a.m. the next morning. Everybody of any consequence who played an instrument, that means all the great bands, Benny Goodman’s entire band, was listening to Art Tatum.”
As he told Vitro, Louis Armstrong was another important and very direct influence. “Louis Armstrong heard me and said, ‘Boy, you can sing!’ I said, ‘Thank you very much.’ He said, ‘What are you doing tomorrow about 12 o’clock?’ I said, ‘Nothing.’ He said, ‘Come to the place I’m staying. … ‘Come by and wake me up and I’ll take you for a walk.’ So I got up and I went down to the boarding house where he was staying and he was dressed and ready—you know most people would make you wait, but he was dressed and ready. We walked down Indiana Avenue to the downtown area and across the street and all the way back down into the ghetto. He talked all the way down and all the way back. He said, ‘You know something? You remind me of me when I was the little cat. I knew all I wanted was to learn to play the trumpet.’”
After serving in the Army during World War II, Hendricks returned to go to college at the University of Toledo, where he was a pre-law student. When his G.I. Bill funds ran out, he took Charlie Parker’s advice to move to New York City, and he soon fell in with another singer named Dave Lambert.
In 1955, the two did a vocal recording of “Four Brothers,” and started work on an album they planned to call Sing a Song of Basie. Their plan was to use a group of studio singers, but it was the producer Bob Bach who connected them with fellow vocalist Annie Ross.
Ross told JT’s Gene Lees that she was basically brought in to coach the group. “Frankly,” she said, “I was a little miffed that they didn’t ask me to do it.” Eventually, with the group struggling, the two turned to the coach—and one of the music’s most important and influential vocal groups was born. “Dave said, ‘Let’s keep Annie, and we’ll overdub the parts,’” Ross said. “We did it, and it was incredible.”
The trio became a sensation thanks to the Basie album and a subsequent string of live performances at concerts and festivals all over the world. They released a series of albums, including The Swingers! (1959), The Hottest New Group in Jazz (1959), Lambert, Hendricks & Ross Sing Ellington (1960) and High Flying (1962).
Nothing quite like it had been seen or heard before. Hendricks
quickly developed a gift for writing lyrics to song melodies as well as
instrumental solos. The term vocalese seemed to be created just to
describe his style—one that would influence generations of jazz singers,
from Al Jarreau to Bobby McFerrin to the Manhattan Transfer to Elling.
For his part, Hendricks admitted that he stumbled into lyric writing. “I would forget lyrics,” he told Vitro. “I’d think, ‘What is that next line?’ Then I’d make up my own, and nobody noticed. That’s exactly how it happened. I didn’t know what I was doing when I wrote them. I thought I was doing it for LH&R. It just flowed right out.”
But the group’s career was cut short by tragedy in the mid-’60s, when Lambert died in a roadside car accident. “He was always a good Samaritan,” Hendricks told Lees about Lambert. “If anyone was in trouble on the road, he’d always stop and help.” On Oct. 3, 1966, Lambert was driving on the Connecticut Turnpike on his way back to New York from Cape Cod, where he had played a gig without Hendricks and Ross. He saw a motorist on the side of the road dealing with a flat tire and stopped to help.
“It was the damnedest thing,” Hendricks told Lees. “He was kneeling down, working on the lugs of the wheel. A big semi went by and sucked him in.” Lambert died instantly.
Despite their grief and loss of a musical soulmate, both Hendricks and Ross continued their careers as solo artists. Hendricks spent some time in England in the late-’60s and early ’70s, while raising his four children and also touring in Europe and Africa. He eventually settled in Northern California, where he added professional writer to his résumé.
Although his recording career would be somewhat sporadic over the next few decades, he continued to be a vibrant presence on the jazz scene through performances and collaborations with such kindred spirits as the Manhattan Transfer. In 2003, Hendricks toured with a multigenerational male vocal group that was built around him; also featuring Elling, Mark Murphy and Kevin Mahogany, it was billed as “The Four Brothers.” He also loved performing with his wife, Judith, and daughters, Michele and Aria, as the Hendricks Family.
In his later years, he returned to his hometown to teach at the University of Toledo, where he continued to influence and mentor countless singers, songwriters and instrumentalists.
His influence on subsequent jazz singers was profound—and it didn’t stop with jazz stylists. Van Morrison and Joni Mitchell were both directly affected by Hendricks. “I had jazz records in high school,” Mitchell told JT’s Geoffrey Himes in 2007. “Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Oscar Brown Jr. and Billie Holiday.” Indeed, Mitchell would later record her version of LH&R’s “Twisted,” with Ross’ lyrics.
Hendricks is survived by his daughters, Michele and Aria, and son, Jon Jr., as well as three grandchildren, Colleen, Azaria and Daniel. Hendricks’ wife and partner of 57 years, Judith, died two years ago.
Listen to this Spotify playlist of songs from Jon Hendricks –
Read Gene Lees’ profile of Jon Hendricks and Annie Ross.
Read Roseanna Vitro’s interview with Jon Hendricks from her Voices in Jazz series at jazztimes.com.
JH: That's right [pause]. What else did we have to do? [roaring laughter]. Those were good days.
https://musicians.allaboutjazz.com/jonhendricks
Jon Hendricks
Jon Hendricks is not only one of the world's favorite jazz vocalists, but is widely considered to be the “Father of Vocalese”, the greatest innovator of the art form. Vocalese is the art of setting lyrics to recorded jazz instrumental standards (such as the big band arrangements of Duke Ellington and Count Basie), then arranging voices to sing the parts of the instruments. Thus is created an entirely new form of the work, one that tells a lyrically interesting story while retaining the integrity of the music. Hendricks is the only person many jazz greats have allowed to lyricize their music, for no one writes hipper, wittier, or more touching words, while extracting from a tune the emotions intended by the composer, more sympathetically than Hendricks. For his work as a lyricist, jazz critic and historian Leonard Feather called him the “Poet Laureate of Jazz” while Time dubbed him the “James Joyce of Jive.”
Born in 1921 in Newark, Ohio, young Jon and his fourteen siblings were moved many times, following their father's assignments as an A.M.E. pastor, before settling permanently in Toledo. As a teen Jon's first interest was in the drums, but before long he was singing on the radio regularly with another Toledo native, the extraordinary pianist Art Tatum.
After serving in the Army during WWII, Jon went home to attend University of Toledo as a Pre-law major, courtesy of the G.I. Bill. Just when he was about to enter the graduate law program, the G.I. benefits ran out, and he realized he'd have to chart a different course. Recalling that Charlie Parker had, at a stop in Toledo two years prior, encouraged him to come to New York and look him up, Hendricks moved there and began his singing career.
In 1957 he teamed with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form the legendary vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross. With Jon as lyricist, the trio perfected the art of vocalese and took it around the world, earning them the designation of the “Number One Vocal Group in the World” for five years in a row from Melody Maker magazine. After six years the trio disbanded for solo careers, but not before leaving behind a catalog of legendary recordings, most of which have never gone out of print. Countless singers cite the work of LH&R as an influence, from the Manhattan Transfer to Al Jarreau to Bobby McFerrin.
Pursuing a solo career, Hendricks moved his young family to London in 1968, partially so that his five children could receive a better education. While based in London he toured Europe and Africa, performed frequently on British television, and appeared in the British film
Jazz is Our Religion and the French film Hommage a Cole Porter. His sold-out club dates drew fans such as the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. Five years later the Hendricks family settled in California, where Jon worked as the jazz critic for the San Francisco Chronicle and taught classes at California State University at Sonoma and the University of California at Berkeley. A piece he wrote specifically for the stage about the history of jazz, Evolution of the Blues, ran an unprecedented five years at the Broadway Theatre in San Francisco and another year in Los Angeles. His television documentary, Somewhere to Lay My Weary Head, received Emmy, Iris, and Peabody awards.
Hendricks recorded several critically-acclaimed albums on his own, some with his wife Judith and daughters Michele and Aria contributing. He collaborated with old friends The Manhattan Transfer for their seminal 1985 album, Vocalese, which won seven Grammy Awards. He's served on the Kennedy Center Honors committee under Presidents Carter, Reagan, and Clinton.
In 2000, Hendricks returned to his hometown to teach at the University of Toledo, where he was appointed Distinguished Professor of Jazz Studies and received an honorary Doctorate of the Performing Arts. He was recently selected to be the first American jazz artist to lecture at the Sorbonne in Paris, a university established in the year 1248. His fifteen voice group, the Jon Hendricks Vocalstra at the University of Toledo, performed to a standing ovation at the Sorbonne earlier this year. As if perfecting one original art form weren't enough, Hendricks now finds himself happily penning lyrics to some of the world's most beautiful classical pieces. The Vocalstra is currently preparing to give the world premiere of a vocalese version of Rimsky-Korsakov's lush “Scheherazade” with the Toledo Symphony in February 2003.
Summer of 2003 will find Jon on tour with the “Four Brothers”, a quartet consisting of Hendricks and three of the best-known male vocalists in jazz: Kurt Elling, Mark Murphy, and Kevin Mahogany. Next for Dr. Hendricks is lyricizing and arranging Rachmaninoff's 2nd Piano Concerto, as well as work on two books, teaching, and continued touring with his Vocalstra. He also makes an appearance in the upcoming Al Pacino film, People I Know.
https://jazztimes.com/news/jon-hendricks-dies/
Jon Hendricks, Jazz Vocalese Innovator, Dies
The influential vocalist and lyricist was 96
Jon Hendricks – one of the originators of jazz vocalese – died on Wednesday, Nov. 22, in New York City. Perhaps best known for his collaboration with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross in the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Hendricks was 96 years old. He had been hospitalized with broken hips. The death was confirmed by the vocalist Kurt Elling, who considered Hendricks a mentor and major influence.
“Jon Hendricks always will be the greatest of jazz lyricists,” Elling said. “I can’t imagine him being surprised that his wife, Judith, thought of him as a mystical offspring of William Shakespeare. His ingenuity and mother wit were always on full display, and his word-twist devices were nothing short of miraculous. His command of the jazz language and the interpretive nature of his improvisation were parallel to the greatest instrumentalists. He was as generous with his words as a lyricist as he was as a mentor and friend to all the jazz singers who have followed him. The last I encountered Jon was in his final days, and he was in the same spirit of joy and interaction.”
Hendricks was born on Sept. 16, 1921, in Newark, Ohio, one of 15 children. His father was a pastor and eventually settled in Toledo, which was where Hendricks developed as a musician and singer. “I started singing when I was 6,” Hendricks told Roseanna Vitro in an interview for JazzTimes.com. “My father was the pastor at Warren AME Church.” Remarkably, the young Hendricks was an early adopter of the legendary pianist Art Tatum—or, perhaps more accurately, it was the other way around.
“I was about 12 years old, and I used to come out of junior high school past his house,” he told Vitro. “One day I was walking by and he came out of his house and invited me in. He asked me what I was doing, and I told him I was coming from school. He said, ‘Oh, you go to Robinson? My brother goes there.’ So I would stop and see him after school sometimes. After a time, I asked him what he was up to and he said he was playing all night in a little joint downtown where artists would stop and jam when they were crossing the country. So I was talking to him and I said, ‘You wanna work in your hometown? You want to be close to your family?’ I told him he should get a gig at this after-hours joint over on Indiana Avenue that I was working in. ‘You get the house bassist and drummer and you have two sets, and you play my two numbers that I sing.’”
He continued: “My mother would save my supper for me, because she knew I was up at Art’s getting my nightly lessons. I’d leave about 9 p.m. and I wouldn’t come back until 2 or 3 a.m. the next morning. Everybody of any consequence who played an instrument, that means all the great bands, Benny Goodman’s entire band, was listening to Art Tatum.”
As he told Vitro, Louis Armstrong was another important and very direct influence. “Louis Armstrong heard me and said, ‘Boy, you can sing!’ I said, ‘Thank you very much.’ He said, ‘What are you doing tomorrow about 12 o’clock?’ I said, ‘Nothing.’ He said, ‘Come to the place I’m staying. … ‘Come by and wake me up and I’ll take you for a walk.’ So I got up and I went down to the boarding house where he was staying and he was dressed and ready—you know most people would make you wait, but he was dressed and ready. We walked down Indiana Avenue to the downtown area and across the street and all the way back down into the ghetto. He talked all the way down and all the way back. He said, ‘You know something? You remind me of me when I was the little cat. I knew all I wanted was to learn to play the trumpet.’”
After serving in the Army during World War II, Hendricks returned to go to college at the University of Toledo, where he was a pre-law student. When his G.I. Bill funds ran out, he took Charlie Parker’s advice to move to New York City, and he soon fell in with another singer named Dave Lambert.
In 1955, the two did a vocal recording of “Four Brothers,” and started work on an album they planned to call Sing a Song of Basie. Their plan was to use a group of studio singers, but it was the producer Bob Bach who connected them with fellow vocalist Annie Ross.
Ross told JT’s Gene Lees that she was basically brought in to coach the group. “Frankly,” she said, “I was a little miffed that they didn’t ask me to do it.” Eventually, with the group struggling, the two turned to the coach—and one of the music’s most important and influential vocal groups was born. “Dave said, ‘Let’s keep Annie, and we’ll overdub the parts,’” Ross said. “We did it, and it was incredible.”
The trio became a sensation thanks to the Basie album and a subsequent string of live performances at concerts and festivals all over the world. They released a series of albums, including The Swingers! (1959), The Hottest New Group in Jazz (1959), Lambert, Hendricks & Ross Sing Ellington (1960) and High Flying (1962).
For his part, Hendricks admitted that he stumbled into lyric writing. “I would forget lyrics,” he told Vitro. “I’d think, ‘What is that next line?’ Then I’d make up my own, and nobody noticed. That’s exactly how it happened. I didn’t know what I was doing when I wrote them. I thought I was doing it for LH&R. It just flowed right out.”
But the group’s career was cut short by tragedy in the mid-’60s, when Lambert died in a roadside car accident. “He was always a good Samaritan,” Hendricks told Lees about Lambert. “If anyone was in trouble on the road, he’d always stop and help.” On Oct. 3, 1966, Lambert was driving on the Connecticut Turnpike on his way back to New York from Cape Cod, where he had played a gig without Hendricks and Ross. He saw a motorist on the side of the road dealing with a flat tire and stopped to help.
“It was the damnedest thing,” Hendricks told Lees. “He was kneeling down, working on the lugs of the wheel. A big semi went by and sucked him in.” Lambert died instantly.
Despite their grief and loss of a musical soulmate, both Hendricks and Ross continued their careers as solo artists. Hendricks spent some time in England in the late-’60s and early ’70s, while raising his four children and also touring in Europe and Africa. He eventually settled in Northern California, where he added professional writer to his résumé.
Although his recording career would be somewhat sporadic over the next few decades, he continued to be a vibrant presence on the jazz scene through performances and collaborations with such kindred spirits as the Manhattan Transfer. In 2003, Hendricks toured with a multigenerational male vocal group that was built around him; also featuring Elling, Mark Murphy and Kevin Mahogany, it was billed as “The Four Brothers.” He also loved performing with his wife, Judith, and daughters, Michele and Aria, as the Hendricks Family.
In his later years, he returned to his hometown to teach at the University of Toledo, where he continued to influence and mentor countless singers, songwriters and instrumentalists.
His influence on subsequent jazz singers was profound—and it didn’t stop with jazz stylists. Van Morrison and Joni Mitchell were both directly affected by Hendricks. “I had jazz records in high school,” Mitchell told JT’s Geoffrey Himes in 2007. “Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, Oscar Brown Jr. and Billie Holiday.” Indeed, Mitchell would later record her version of LH&R’s “Twisted,” with Ross’ lyrics.
Hendricks is survived by his daughters, Michele and Aria, and son, Jon Jr., as well as three grandchildren, Colleen, Azaria and Daniel. Hendricks’ wife and partner of 57 years, Judith, died two years ago.
Listen to this Spotify playlist of songs from Jon Hendricks –
Read Gene Lees’ profile of Jon Hendricks and Annie Ross.
Read Roseanna Vitro’s interview with Jon Hendricks from her Voices in Jazz series at jazztimes.com.
https://www.npr.org/sections/therecord/2017/11/22/529907015/jon-hendricks-genre-pushing-jazz-vocalist-dead-at-96
Music Articles
Jon Hendricks, Genre-Pushing Jazz Vocalist, Dead At 96
by Lara Pellegrinelli
November 22, 2017
National Public Radio (NPR)
Jon Hendricks, the singer and songwriter who Time Magazine called the "James Joyce of jive," died today in New York at the age of 96. Hendricks was best known for his work in the pioneering vocal jazz trio Lambert, Hendricks and Ross. His death was confirmed by fellow singer and composer Kurt Elling and Hendricks' publicist, Don Lucoff.
First and foremost, he was a storyteller: funny, dexterous with language and erudite. Jon Hendricks could reference practically anything in his lyrics – from the controversy over Shakespeare's identity to the Spanish Civil War – and make them swing.
Still, he'll be remembered best for his mini-oral histories of the jazz world — like his lyrics for Count Basie's 1930's classic "Jumpin' at the Woodside."
"The Woodside is a hotel on 125th [St.] and 8th Avenue," Hendricks told NPR in 2011. "Everybody stayed there because you didn't have to go to bed at nine or 10. You could have jam session at 3 a.m. Old vaudevillians and musicians ran the hotel, the man and his wife. And so I told that story."
Like his idol, the poet Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Hendricks penned folk poetry. Only he chose his words to mimic the sounds of instruments, fitting texts not just to melodies, but the most technically demanding jazz solos.
"Who would think to do a lyric for the John Coltrane, for any John Coltrane solo? That's highly complex music," said the late singer Al Jarreau, talking to NPR in 2011. Jarreau sang with Hendricks on his 1990 album Freddie Freeloader.
"Similarly, there's very highly complex music in the Basie book, very highly complex music in the Miles [Davis] book," Jarreau continued. "And to have the idea that yes, I can write a lyric for this stuff that makes sense and I'll even sing the solos, the great classic solos — just wild."
Jon Carl Hendricks was born in Newark, Ohio in 1921, the son of a minister and one of 14 children.
"I was always precocious about English language and the King James Bible especially," Hendricks told NPR, "because my job in my family was to assist my father and look up in the King James whatever he wanted to use as a text for his sermon that Sunday."
As a youngster, Hendricks performed with piano virtuoso Art Tatum. He studied law on the G.I. Bill after World War II, but abandoned jurisprudence for jazz at the suggestion of legend Charlie Parker. He moved to New York City and supported himself ghostwriting lyrics for Tin Pan Alley, until he found a kindred spirit.
"Dave Lambert and I were looking for something to do before we died. Before we starved death!" Hendricks recalled. "That's literally true. Dave said, 'We both like Basie. Why don't you write lyrics to four Basie tunes and we'll take them uptown and sell them as an album?'"
After they split up in 1962, Hendricks turned up in some unlikely places: as the lyricist for the No. 1 hit "Yeh Yeh" by British R&B singer Georgie Fame and singing about race riots with a fledgling rock band called The Warlocks — soon rechristened the Grateful Dead.
Jon Hendricks was a professor of Jazz at the University of Toledo, where he previously studied law. An NEA Jazz Master, he served on the Kennedy Center Honors committee under three presidents.
A reunion with Annie Ross in 2000, during the revival of the swing style, introduced him to a new generation. He continued performing almost to the end of his life. But one thing Hendricks seldom did was sing other writer's lyrics.
"Jon Hendricks always will be the greatest of jazz lyricists," says Kurt Elling, in a statement on the news. "I can't imagine him being surprised that his wife Judith thought of him as a mystical offspring of William Shakespeare."
Asked why he wasn't content to sing the words of other people, Hendricks would point to the discrimination against African-Americans in Tin Pan Alley. That, and one minor flaw he saw in the pop songs of the day: "Well, they weren't deep enough for me. They didn't go deep enough."
Fortunately, Jon Hendricks did.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/22/obituaries/jon-hendricks-96-who-brought-a-new-dimension-to-jazz-singing-dies.html
Obituaries
Jon Hendricks, 96, Who Brought a New Dimension to Jazz Singing, Dies
Jon Hendricks, a jazz singer and songwriter who became famous in the 1950s with the vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
by putting lyrics to well-known jazz instrumentals and turning them
into vocal tours de force, died on Wednesday in Manhattan. He was 96.
His death, in a hospital, was confirmed by his daughter Aria Hendricks.
Although
he was a gifted vocal improviser in his own right, Mr. Hendricks was
best known for adding words to the improvisations of others.
He
took pieces recorded by jazz ensembles like the Count Basie Orchestra
and the Horace Silver Quintet and, using their titles as points of
departure, created intricate narratives and tongue-in-cheek
philosophical treatises that matched both the melody lines and the
serpentine contours of the instrumental solos, note for note and
inflection for inflection.
Mr.
Hendricks did not invent this practice, known as vocalese — most jazz
historians credit the singer Eddie Jefferson with that achievement — but
he became its best-known and most prolific exponent, and he turned it
into a group art.
Lambert,
Hendricks & Ross, with Mr. Hendricks as principal lyricist and
ebullient onstage between-songs spokesman, introduced the concept of
vocalese to a vast audience. Thanks not just to his clever lyrics but
also to the group’s tight harmonies, skillful scat singing and polished
showmanship, it became one of the biggest jazz success stories of the
late 1950s and early ’60s.
The
trio’s success extended beyond the jazz world. They appeared in upscale
nightclubs and on national television in addition to the traditional
round of jazz clubs and festivals. Their 1961 album “High Flying” won a
Grammy Award for best performance by a vocal group. At a time when rock
’n’ roll was taking over the airwaves, the group’s good-natured humor
and show-business panache helped persuade listeners that jazz could be
an entertaining experience rather than a daunting one.
Not
everyone was impressed. The critic Martin Williams wrote that Mr.
Hendricks’s “trivial” lyrics tended to make jazz seem like “pretty light
stuff.” In contrast, his fellow critic Leonard Feather christened Mr.
Hendricks “the poet laureate of modern jazz” and said his writing showed
“a talent bordering on genius.”
Mr.
Hendricks himself shied away from describing himself as a poet, and not
all his lyrics hold up well on their own, divorced from the music. But
at his best he could put words to improvised solos that captured the
musicality of their source material while adding a verbal vitality of
their own.
For
example, he turned Horace Silver’s piano solo on the medium-tempo blues
“Doodlin’ ” into a meditation on the hidden meaning of doodles, with
lines like these:
Those weird designs
They only show what’s going on
In weirder minds
’Cause when you doodle, then your noodle’s flyin’ blind.
Every single thing that you write
Just conceivably might
Be a thought that you captured while coppin’ a wink.
Doodlin’
Takes you beyond what you see,
Makes you write what you think.
They only show what’s going on
In weirder minds
’Cause when you doodle, then your noodle’s flyin’ blind.
Every single thing that you write
Just conceivably might
Be a thought that you captured while coppin’ a wink.
Doodlin’
Takes you beyond what you see,
Makes you write what you think.
John
Carl Hendricks (he dropped the “h” from his first name when he went
into show business) was born on Sept. 16, 1921, in Newark, Ohio, near
Columbus. His father, Alexander Hendricks, was an A.M.E. Zion minister,
and his mother, the former Willie Mae Carrington, led the choir at the
church where Mr. Hendricks first sang in public, at age 7.
He
began singing professionally seven years later, after moving to Toledo
with his parents and his 14 brothers and sisters. He sang on the radio
and at a local nightclub, where for two years his accompanist was Art
Tatum, then little known outside Ohio but soon to become celebrated as
the foremost piano virtuoso in jazz.
Mr.
Hendricks became a full-time singer in Detroit after high school and
then served overseas in the Army during World War II. He later studied
English literature at the University of Toledo and harbored thoughts of
attending law school. At night he sang and played drums in a jazz band,
and when his G.I. Bill scholarship money ran out, he decided to forget
about the law and make music his career.
After
moving to New York City in 1952, Mr. Hendricks worked as a clerk-typist
and achieved a modicum of success on the side as a songwriter, but
found little work as a performer. He was inspired to put lyrics to jazz
recordings after he heard King Pleasure’s record of “Moody’s Mood for Love,” based on a James Moody saxophone solo on “I’m in the Mood for Love,” for which Eddie Jefferson had written new words.
“I
was mesmerized,” Mr. Hendricks told The New York Times in 1982. “I’d
been writing rhythm-and-blues songs, mostly for Louis Jordan. But I
thought ‘Moody’s Mood for Love’ was so hip. You didn’t have to stop at
32 bars. You could keep going.”
He
began collaborating with his fellow jazz singer Dave Lambert in 1953,
and four years later their efforts paid off. “Dave Lambert said, ‘You
know, before we starve, we ought to leave something to let people know
we were here,’ ” he recalled in a 1996 NPR interview. “I said, ‘O.K.,
what do you think?’ He said, ‘Well, write some words to some Basie
things, and I’ll arrange them, and we’ll sing them. And then if we
starve to death, at least they’ll know, “Boy, great artists were here.” ’
”
Mr.
Hendricks proceeded to write words for 10 songs from the Count Basie
band’s repertoire, based on the original recordings. Mr. Lambert wrote
vocal arrangements. ABC-Paramount Records agreed to turn the concept
into an album.
Mr.
Hendricks and Mr. Lambert hired a rhythm section to accompany their
vocals and a 12-piece choir to simulate the sound of the Basie band’s
reed and brass sections. When the choir had trouble mastering the
rhythmic nuances of the Basie style, Annie Ross, a British-born jazz
singer who had made some vocalese recordings of her own, was brought in
to coach it.
Ms.
Ross’s efforts to imbue the studio vocalists with the proper jazz
feeling proved futile, and they were let go. She ended up singing on the
session with Mr. Lambert and Mr. Hendricks; their voices were
multitracked, a rarity in those days.
The
resulting album, “Sing a Song of Basie” (1958), was a hit. In the wake
of its success, the three vocalists decided to make their partnership
permanent.
Lambert, Hendricks & Ross went on to record several more albums, including one with the Basie band itself
for Roulette and one devoted to the music of Duke Ellington for
Columbia. Although vocalese remained the group’s emphasis, its
repertoire also included a number of songs for which Mr. Hendricks wrote
the music as well as the lyrics, and many of their songs were used as
springboards for their own flights of wordless improvisation.
Annie Ross left the group in 1962 and was replaced briefly by Anne Marie Moss and then by Yolande Bavan, with whom Mr. Hendricks and Mr. Lambert recorded three albums for RCA Victor. The trio disbanded in 1964. Dave Lambert died in a highway accident in Connecticut two years later.
Mr.
Hendricks moved to London with his family in 1968 but returned to the
United States in 1973. For the next two years he wrote jazz reviews for
The San Francisco Chronicle and taught classes in jazz history at the
University of California, Berkeley, and California State University at
Sonoma.
Mr.
Hendricks’s stage show “Evolution of the Blues,” in which he traced the
history of African-American music in song and verse, opened at the
Broadway Theater in San Francisco in 1974 and ran for five years. His
focus later shifted to Jon Hendricks & Company, a vocal quartet that carried on the tradition of Lambert, Hendricks & Ross.
His
wife, the former Judith Dickstein, who had first sung with him during
their years in England, was a member of the group from its inception in
the late ’70s and also served as his manager. (His first marriage, to
Colleen Moore, ended in divorce.) Over the years its ranks also included
Mr. Hendricks’s daughters Michele and Aria and his son Eric, as well as
the singer Bobby McFerrin and the actor Avery Brooks.
Mr. Hendricks and Mr. McFerrin shared a Grammy in 1986 for “Another Night in Tunisia,” a track from the Manhattan Transfer album “Vocalese,” for which Mr. Hendricks wrote all the lyrics.
Judith Hendricks died
in 2015. In addition to his daughter Aria, Mr. Hendricks is survived by
his daughter Michele Hendricks; a son, Jon Hendricks Jr.; three
grandchildren; and a niece, Bonnie Hopkins.
Mr.
Hendricks remained active into the 21st century. He taught for many
years at his alma mater, the University of Toledo. He was one of the
three featured vocalists in the touring ensemble that performed Wynton
Marsalis’s jazz oratorio “Blood on the Fields,” which received a
Pulitzer Prize in 1997.
He
continued to perform occasionally with Jon Hendricks & Company and
periodically reunited with Ms. Ross. In 2015 the two of them were among
the veteran jazz singers who recorded alongside a vocal group called the
Royal Bopsters and performed with the group at Birdland in New York.
In
his role as a teacher and a critic, Mr. Hendricks proved that he was
adept at dealing with jazz in an analytical way. But he always
maintained that words could go only so far in explaining the music’s
importance and endurance.
“I
wrote the shortest jazz poem ever heard,” he once wrote by way of
explaining his philosophy. “Nothin’ about huggin’ or kissin’. One word:
‘Listen.’ ”
https://pitchfork.com/news/jazz-vocalist-jon-hendricks-dead-at-96/
The singer and lyricist helped popularize vocalese
Jazz vocalist and lyricist Jon Hendricks has died at the age of 96. He passed away in a Manhattan hospital on Wednesday, November 22, the New York Times reported. Beginning in the late ’50s, Hendricks rose to fame with the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. Together they popularized vocalese, or the tradition of adding lyrics to jazz instrumentals. Hendricks also performed scat and bee-bop, integrating both consonant-inflected patterns to heighten jazz’s appeal at a time when rock ’n’ roll was starting to overtake the charts. Numerous groups and artists—from Manhattan Transfer to Al Jarreau to Bobby McFerrin—have cited his influence on their music.
Born John Carl Hendricks in 1921, he began singing at the age of seven. He later served in the Army during WWII, and upon returning home began attending the University of Toledo on the G.I. Bill. Hendricks was intent on pursing a career in law, but changed his plans when his funding began running out. Instead, he moved to New York to pursue music. In 1957, he formed Lambert, Hendricks & Ross with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross. For their first album, 1957’s Sing a Song of Basie, the group overdubbed their vocals and effectively replaced the Count Basie Orchestra’s horns section. They stayed together for six years, releasing myriad projects, including their Grammy-award winning album High Flying in 1961.
Hendricks spoke with Jazz Times in 2014 about his particular approach to vocalese. “I would forget lyrics,” he explained. “I’d think, what is that next line? Then I’d make up my own, and nobody noticed. That’s exactly how it happened. I didn’t know what I was doing when I wrote them. I thought I was doing it for LH&R. It just flowed right out.” After Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross disbanded, the prolific recording artist went on to release several solo albums. His last studio album, Freddie Freeloader, came out in 1990.
The cliche of “chemistry” explains more creative relationships than
the happy ones. Like chemical components, some collaborators mix well,
working sympathetically or symbiotically, and some react poorly, even
combustively, when they’re brought together. Jazz, as a form of
spontaneous, collective collaboration, is heavily dependent on the
chemistry of its creators, and volatile combinations sometimes produce
results more interesting—or at least more exciting to watch, if not to
be part of—than those with benign chemistry.
Annie Ross and Jon Hendricks, the jazz singers, have been performing together, on and off, since 1957, when they joined the vocal arranger and singer Dave Lambert to form Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, the group that perfected the emerging art of jazz vocalese—the setting of complex instrumental parts and solos to lyrics. It’s an art that calls for equally high levels of virtuosity, dexterity, presence, and imagination, and no vocal group before or after has had them in the measures of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, as we can see in the ever-mind-blowing films of the group in its prime in the late ’50s and early ’60s. Here are two clips from the precious little surviving footage of these singers together: “Doodlin’,” their adaptation of the Horace Silver song, performed at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1960, and “Every Day I Have the Blues,” their version of the Joe Williams-Count Basie number, in a performance for TV in the same period.
Ross had innovated vocalese precociously half a decade before Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross, writing the standard “Twisted” to a Wardell Gray improvisation in 1952, when she was 22 years old. (As she says in concert now, “A lot of people think Joni Mitchell wrote it. But she didn’t.”) Ross left the trio in 1962, and Lambert and Hendricks tried carrying on with various replacements, including Yolanda Bavan and a Canadian singer named Anne Moss. Lambert died in 1966, struck by a truck on the Connecticut Turnpike while he was fixing a flat tire. In the years since, Ross and Hendricks have reunited for live performances every now and then, and they even recorded a new album in the 1990s that was never released. I don’t know why. Seven or eight years ago, Hendricks and Ross had the twelfth or thirteenth of their fallings-out, and Ross issued a press release that began with these sentences: “When hell freezes over. That’s when I’ll sing with Jon Hendricks again.”
Ross thawed first, warmed by the upcoming occasion of Hendricks’ ninetieth birthday. This past week, Hendricks and Ross reunited for two sets per night over three nights at the Blue Note in New York, and the run was a phenomenon of chemistry in all its possibilities. I saw the first set on the second evening. There were moments of glorious, swirling musical and personal harmony, and points when both Hendricks and Ross seemed about to explode, and all of it was not just historic, but kinetic and alive in ways that have nothing to do with nostalgia. I would say something sentimental about having seen something that I’ll probably never see again, but I’ve said that after at least three previous Hendricks and Ross shows. I’ve never been more glad to be wrong.
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/nov/27/jon-hendricks-obituary
Jon Hendricks obituary
When the singer Jon Hendricks declared, during a gig at the age of 80, that the next stop was 100, the likelihood of him getting there seemed almost self-evident. Back in 2002, as he bounded onstage at the Jazz Cafe, London, in a glittering gold suit, hat cocked over one eye, his yodelling, scatting, tone-bending reinvention of jazz classics by Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk or Count Basie sounded like the work of an indestructible musical force. Hendricks, who has died aged 96, was a funny, articulate and creatively intelligent master of a hard art, who took chances with vocal gymnastics and unpremeditated improv flights that few jazz singers had attempted or imagined before him, and he could mimic the sounds of instruments with uncanny fidelity.
He was a model for some of the best male singers in jazz history, including Bobby McFerrin, Al Jarreau, Mark Murphy and Kurt Elling, but Hendricks’ most lasting legacy was his expansion of the art of vocalese, the technique of fitting wittily hip lyrics to the melody lines of instrumental jazz themes and improvisations, as pioneered by the singers Eddie Jefferson and King Pleasure in the early 1950s. Some of the jazz cognoscenti disliked the style’s occasional invitation to technical tightrope-walking and showbiz bravura, but Hendricks was to give vocalese a global platform through his collaborations with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross in the vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks and Ross.
Hendricks was born in Newark, Ohio, one of 15 children born to Alexander Hendricks, a minister of the African Methodist Episcopal church, and his wife, Willie Mae (nee Carrington), a choir leader. The boy first sang in public with the choir at his parents’ church, and on the family’s move to Toledo in 1935 he began singing on local radio, and working in the city’s Waiters and Bellmen’s Club with a sensational young pianist, Art Tatum, that the wider world was on the verge of discovering. After school, Tatum would give the boy informal music lessons – often playing him a dizzying improvised run and not letting him off the hook until he could flawlessly sing it back.
Hendricks worked as a singer in Detroit in the 40s, and served in the US army following the Normandy landings – a traumatising experience for reasons other than combat, since the military police took to firing on him and other black servicemen for the suspicion they had consorted with French women. They went AWOL to avoid their tormenters and were imprisoned for desertion.
On his release at the war’s end, Hendricks continued to sing and play drums around Toledo, took an English literature course at the city’s university, and considered studying law. But in 1950, he met Charlie Parker at the Civic Auditorium in Toledo. His wife, Connie, asked the saxophone star if her shy young husband could sit in with him, and after their performance Parker reportedly told Hendricks to forget the law and come to New York.
In 1952, Hendricks wrote some songs in New York for the “jump-music” star Louis Jordan (Jordan’s hit I Want You to Be My Baby was a Hendricks song), but struggled to make an impact as a singer. However, when he encountered Jefferson’s lyrics for the James Moody saxophone solo on Moody’s Mood For Love, Hendricks became fascinated by the possibilities that vocalese opened up, and the following year he began exploring them with Lambert. When Lambert suggested they should apply the technique to the much-loved riff-packed hits of Count Basie, Hendricks obliged with enough new lyrics for an album, originally built around the two singers, a rhythm section, and a vocal choir mimicking the big-band horns.
But the chorus could not catch the supple magic of the Count Basie band sound, so Ross was brought in to coach it, on the strength of her own successful vocalese composition, Twisted – a witty 1952 take on psychoanalysis based on a Wardell Gray saxophone solo. But the music still did not work, until the impromptu trio of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross dispensed with the choir and performed all the vocals, with the big-ensemble feel captured by the experimental studio technique of overdubbing. “It was one of the greatest moments of my life when I heard those tapes back,” Ross told me in 1997. “I knew we had something incredible.”
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/jon-hendricks-dead-dies_us_5a1508c1e4b025f8e9326b3e
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Jon Hendricks, one of the most influential voices and creative improvisers in jazz, died in a Manhattan hospital in New York on Wednesday.
Jazz Vocalist Jon Hendricks Dead at 96
The singer and lyricist helped popularize vocalese
Jazz vocalist and lyricist Jon Hendricks has died at the age of 96. He passed away in a Manhattan hospital on Wednesday, November 22, the New York Times reported. Beginning in the late ’50s, Hendricks rose to fame with the vocal group Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. Together they popularized vocalese, or the tradition of adding lyrics to jazz instrumentals. Hendricks also performed scat and bee-bop, integrating both consonant-inflected patterns to heighten jazz’s appeal at a time when rock ’n’ roll was starting to overtake the charts. Numerous groups and artists—from Manhattan Transfer to Al Jarreau to Bobby McFerrin—have cited his influence on their music.
Born John Carl Hendricks in 1921, he began singing at the age of seven. He later served in the Army during WWII, and upon returning home began attending the University of Toledo on the G.I. Bill. Hendricks was intent on pursing a career in law, but changed his plans when his funding began running out. Instead, he moved to New York to pursue music. In 1957, he formed Lambert, Hendricks & Ross with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross. For their first album, 1957’s Sing a Song of Basie, the group overdubbed their vocals and effectively replaced the Count Basie Orchestra’s horns section. They stayed together for six years, releasing myriad projects, including their Grammy-award winning album High Flying in 1961.
Hendricks spoke with Jazz Times in 2014 about his particular approach to vocalese. “I would forget lyrics,” he explained. “I’d think, what is that next line? Then I’d make up my own, and nobody noticed. That’s exactly how it happened. I didn’t know what I was doing when I wrote them. I thought I was doing it for LH&R. It just flowed right out.” After Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross disbanded, the prolific recording artist went on to release several solo albums. His last studio album, Freddie Freeloader, came out in 1990.
Hendricks and Ross: Doodlin' Again
Left to Right: Dave Lambert, Jon Hendricks,
and Annie Ross
Annie Ross and Jon Hendricks, the jazz singers, have been performing together, on and off, since 1957, when they joined the vocal arranger and singer Dave Lambert to form Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, the group that perfected the emerging art of jazz vocalese—the setting of complex instrumental parts and solos to lyrics. It’s an art that calls for equally high levels of virtuosity, dexterity, presence, and imagination, and no vocal group before or after has had them in the measures of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, as we can see in the ever-mind-blowing films of the group in its prime in the late ’50s and early ’60s. Here are two clips from the precious little surviving footage of these singers together: “Doodlin’,” their adaptation of the Horace Silver song, performed at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1960, and “Every Day I Have the Blues,” their version of the Joe Williams-Count Basie number, in a performance for TV in the same period.
Ross had innovated vocalese precociously half a decade before Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross, writing the standard “Twisted” to a Wardell Gray improvisation in 1952, when she was 22 years old. (As she says in concert now, “A lot of people think Joni Mitchell wrote it. But she didn’t.”) Ross left the trio in 1962, and Lambert and Hendricks tried carrying on with various replacements, including Yolanda Bavan and a Canadian singer named Anne Moss. Lambert died in 1966, struck by a truck on the Connecticut Turnpike while he was fixing a flat tire. In the years since, Ross and Hendricks have reunited for live performances every now and then, and they even recorded a new album in the 1990s that was never released. I don’t know why. Seven or eight years ago, Hendricks and Ross had the twelfth or thirteenth of their fallings-out, and Ross issued a press release that began with these sentences: “When hell freezes over. That’s when I’ll sing with Jon Hendricks again.”
Ross thawed first, warmed by the upcoming occasion of Hendricks’ ninetieth birthday. This past week, Hendricks and Ross reunited for two sets per night over three nights at the Blue Note in New York, and the run was a phenomenon of chemistry in all its possibilities. I saw the first set on the second evening. There were moments of glorious, swirling musical and personal harmony, and points when both Hendricks and Ross seemed about to explode, and all of it was not just historic, but kinetic and alive in ways that have nothing to do with nostalgia. I would say something sentimental about having seen something that I’ll probably never see again, but I’ve said that after at least three previous Hendricks and Ross shows. I’ve never been more glad to be wrong.
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/nov/27/jon-hendricks-obituary
Jon Hendricks obituary
Jazz singer who brought the vocalese technique to global audiences with the trio Lambert, Hendricks and Ross
When the singer Jon Hendricks declared, during a gig at the age of 80, that the next stop was 100, the likelihood of him getting there seemed almost self-evident. Back in 2002, as he bounded onstage at the Jazz Cafe, London, in a glittering gold suit, hat cocked over one eye, his yodelling, scatting, tone-bending reinvention of jazz classics by Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk or Count Basie sounded like the work of an indestructible musical force. Hendricks, who has died aged 96, was a funny, articulate and creatively intelligent master of a hard art, who took chances with vocal gymnastics and unpremeditated improv flights that few jazz singers had attempted or imagined before him, and he could mimic the sounds of instruments with uncanny fidelity.
He was a model for some of the best male singers in jazz history, including Bobby McFerrin, Al Jarreau, Mark Murphy and Kurt Elling, but Hendricks’ most lasting legacy was his expansion of the art of vocalese, the technique of fitting wittily hip lyrics to the melody lines of instrumental jazz themes and improvisations, as pioneered by the singers Eddie Jefferson and King Pleasure in the early 1950s. Some of the jazz cognoscenti disliked the style’s occasional invitation to technical tightrope-walking and showbiz bravura, but Hendricks was to give vocalese a global platform through his collaborations with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross in the vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks and Ross.
Hendricks was born in Newark, Ohio, one of 15 children born to Alexander Hendricks, a minister of the African Methodist Episcopal church, and his wife, Willie Mae (nee Carrington), a choir leader. The boy first sang in public with the choir at his parents’ church, and on the family’s move to Toledo in 1935 he began singing on local radio, and working in the city’s Waiters and Bellmen’s Club with a sensational young pianist, Art Tatum, that the wider world was on the verge of discovering. After school, Tatum would give the boy informal music lessons – often playing him a dizzying improvised run and not letting him off the hook until he could flawlessly sing it back.
Hendricks worked as a singer in Detroit in the 40s, and served in the US army following the Normandy landings – a traumatising experience for reasons other than combat, since the military police took to firing on him and other black servicemen for the suspicion they had consorted with French women. They went AWOL to avoid their tormenters and were imprisoned for desertion.
On his release at the war’s end, Hendricks continued to sing and play drums around Toledo, took an English literature course at the city’s university, and considered studying law. But in 1950, he met Charlie Parker at the Civic Auditorium in Toledo. His wife, Connie, asked the saxophone star if her shy young husband could sit in with him, and after their performance Parker reportedly told Hendricks to forget the law and come to New York.
In 1952, Hendricks wrote some songs in New York for the “jump-music” star Louis Jordan (Jordan’s hit I Want You to Be My Baby was a Hendricks song), but struggled to make an impact as a singer. However, when he encountered Jefferson’s lyrics for the James Moody saxophone solo on Moody’s Mood For Love, Hendricks became fascinated by the possibilities that vocalese opened up, and the following year he began exploring them with Lambert. When Lambert suggested they should apply the technique to the much-loved riff-packed hits of Count Basie, Hendricks obliged with enough new lyrics for an album, originally built around the two singers, a rhythm section, and a vocal choir mimicking the big-band horns.
But the chorus could not catch the supple magic of the Count Basie band sound, so Ross was brought in to coach it, on the strength of her own successful vocalese composition, Twisted – a witty 1952 take on psychoanalysis based on a Wardell Gray saxophone solo. But the music still did not work, until the impromptu trio of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross dispensed with the choir and performed all the vocals, with the big-ensemble feel captured by the experimental studio technique of overdubbing. “It was one of the greatest moments of my life when I heard those tapes back,” Ross told me in 1997. “I knew we had something incredible.”
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/jon-hendricks-dead-dies_us_5a1508c1e4b025f8e9326b3e
Jon Hendricks, Legendary Jazz And Vocalese Singer, Dies At 96
Although he didn’t invent vocalese, Hendricks became known as the jazz singer who mastered the art.
Jon Hendricks, one of the most influential voices and creative improvisers in jazz, died in a Manhattan hospital in New York on Wednesday.
His daughter Aria Hendricks confirmed with The New York Times. He was 96 years old.
Hendricks, a native of Newark, Ohio, shot to fame in the 1950s jazz vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks & Ross. The group, featuring Dave Lambert, Annie Ross and Hendricks as the vocalist, became legendary in jazz, performing around the world in the style of vocalese ― a type of jazz which involves a singer stringing words along to the melody of a song, typically an existing instrumental song, note for note.
The trio was nominated for a Grammy in 1958 and 1960 for their albums “Sing A Song of Basie” and “The Hottest New Group in Jazz” respectively. In 1961, they took home a Grammy for their album “High Flying.”
National Public Radio, which interviewed Hendricks around his 90th birthday in 2011, described the groundbreaking singer as “The Father of Vocalese,” but, as the Times points out, Hendricks did not invent the style. He did, however, become known as the singer who mastered it.
Hendricks described vocalese as “the putting of words to parts of songs not usually approached by lyricists” during a 2011 master class on jazz lyric writing.
“Being brave, I would do the whole song, solos and all, and write words for the solos that gave them their place in the song. And always tell the story,” he added. “I wrote a story out of whatever it is the song is titled and whatever the subject matter is. It’s something like writing a novel.”
Throughout his career, Hendricks was a music critic, wrote for the theater, was a professor of jazz at the University of Toledo and continued singing, according to NPR. He was also awarded with the federal National Endowment of Art’s Jazz Master fellowship in 1993.
Hendricks’ wife, Judith Hendricks, died in 2015. He is survived by daughters Aria Hendricks and Michele Hendricks; son Jon Hendricks Jr.; niece Bonnie Hopkins; and three grandchildren, according to The New York Times.
https://www.nationaljazzarchive.co.uk/stories?id=199
Interview One: A Memorable Group
Two interviews with American jazz singer and lyricist Jon Hendricks who talks to Les Tomkins in 1968 and 1973. They discuss his group 'Lambert, Hendricks and Ross' and the British jazz scene.
https://www.nationaljazzarchive.co.uk/stories?id=199
Jon Hendricks: Interview 1
Interview One: A Memorable Group
Two interviews with American jazz singer and lyricist Jon Hendricks who talks to Les Tomkins in 1968 and 1973. They discuss his group 'Lambert, Hendricks and Ross' and the British jazz scene.
I guess people will always associate me with Lambert, Hendricks and Ross. It sure was a memorable group. You know, the way we were organized was really quite accidental. We had no intention of having a regular vocal group; we were just doing that one album, ‘Sing A Song Of Basie”. We had 13 singers, but they didn’t work out; so we hired Annie and we multitracked.
Annie started hanging out at Dave Lambert’s, where I was living. She was making pretty good money, working on the Patrice Munsel TV show on ABC in the States. Dave and I were starving. Annie would come around every day, and we’d just sit around and talk. We didn’t quite know why we were meeting; we had nothing in rehearsal. I guess making that album, being so close together for six months just created some kind of bond between us.
One day when we were particularly broke—Dave had 13 cents: I had 17 cents—I picked up a Down Beat, and I saw that “Sing A Song Of Basie” was No. 13 in the country. So I said: “Hey, we got a best–selling album. Look, what are we sitting here starving for? Why don’t we go and sing?” Dave and Annie looked at each other, you know. Because I didn’t think about what I had said. At that time there hadn’t been so much talk of integration, or the freedom rides and all the things that have happened to divide people and bring to the fore this idea of different races and all that. I wasn’t thinking in terms of social life, but in terms of music and art.
They didn’t say anything; they just laughed. But I kept badgering them: “Why shouldn’t we sing together?” Finally, after about an hour, Dave says: “Well, look—if you can get us a gig, we’ll make it.” I called a friend of Dave’s, as a matter of fact; he had a club in West New York, New Jersey, called the Bankers’ Club. It had been a bank before it was converted to a night club. And he offered us 25 dollars a night for a weekend—Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The pianist was Al Haig, who was just making his return to the scene after his illness.
We got up and sang our songs, and it was such a sensation that the guy gave us ten dollars extra apiece. Our next gig, which we made on the Greyhound ‘bus. was in Pittsburgh. We never stopped working after that: but nobody had dreamed it could happen.
It was a strange–looking group to be walking out on a stage in the States. An AngIo–Saxon descendant of John Haldane (Dave’s name was David Haldane Lambert, a real Yankee), a girl from England of Scottish descent, and an American Negro descended from a slave. Very weird, really. So they would all look at us; but when we started to sing, everything else disappeared. It was just magic that was created. The people who asked us what we were doing—they were usually those who wouldn’t have understood, even if we could have explained it. The same ones who asked a cat like Bird what he was doing. Most people who heard us didn’t know, but they had enough sensitivity to let the feeling move them. But some people are not only insensitive—they’re just base. They’re in a great minority, though. We only met it a couple of times. There was a guy came up to me in Indianapolis, very a red–faced and belligerent, and said: “I don’t like your group! ” I smiled, patted him, said: “Thank you very much”, walked away and left him there. He was very nonplussed: he had nothing to vent his anger on. You can turn anger around with love, and wipe it out. But if you go against it, then it feeds itself.
Nobody can really ever mistreat me; I simply don’t accept it. I know who I am and what I am. My knowledge of myself cannot be shaken; I’m immune to such things. They can do whatever they want, but I’m always sitting there feeling sorry. for them. I only get incensed at the mistreatment of somebody else.
As to the insensitive critic, who will insinuate that I do what I do because talking I am a frustrated instrumentalist—this always makes me wonder what is in the mind of the person. What is he up to? Because I studied journalism for many years, and I know what a journalist is supposed to do. If you’re going to be a symphonic critic, you have to know how to read a symphonic score: you should know the art of conducting; at least theoretically; you should know the facts of the lives of most of the composers. There are requisites. Plus you have to have an uplifting attitude towards the art form in which you’re functioning as a critic. It’s the same with movies; you should know about angles of cameras. casting. Directing, a smattering of film technique. But anybody with a big mouth and access to a newspaper can be a jazz critic.
If a critic played, he would know that when you’re up on the stage you’re trying to engender warmth, beauty and contentment in the audience. And if you succeed in doing this, then there can be nothing wrong with what you’ve done. It’s just damn foolishness to suggest that there is. One thing I do is please audiences. If people are liking it and applauding, you’re succeeding fin your objective, which is to bring them happiness.
I read a review of me the other day, and I didn’t recognise me there. My picture was there; that’s all I recognised. None of it had to do with what my work really is. That’s amazing. And he said something that purported to be a view of mine, which was, in fact. diametrically opposed to my view. He suggested that I act like a horn because I have come to the conclusion that most of the lyrics of jazz standards are not worth singing anyway. Well. that couldn’t be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, I would rather sing the average lyric to a jazz tune than sing any pop song you can name. And so would he if he were honest with himself. Because at least you’re singing a poem, rather than a bunch of happy doggerel.
I know I have tremendous talent as a lyricist. This is something that I know, not from ego, but from my work that’s been published and accepted by the world. If he’s angry at this, he should say so to himself, so that he can review me objectively, and include some mention of my actual singing. There’s no instrumental music that wasn’t meant to have words. I believe that if you could talk to any composer—Bach, Brahms, Beethoven—they would tell you : “Oh yes, if I could find words, I would love to have them.” Every composer that writes a piece of music would love, I’m sure, to have words to his music. They’re just not lyricists: they’re musicians. Monk told me this, you know: he says every song he writes he’s thinking in terms of words for it eventually. I think with every musician words and music go together. Sibelius: “The marriage of words and music is a magical thing.” And it is.
I call it translating, really. If you translate a novel from Russian into English, you have to get the Vulgate inflections in the one language and transfer them to the other language. Not just a literal translation. I try to translate the feeling of the music lyrically.
That’s why I’ve been successful at it; it’s because I pay close attention to the music, I don’t just rhyme the words to fit the metre. I try to feel the music out. And, in doing this, I create such a new thing in itself that some of the musicians don’t even recognise what I’ve done. Like at Newport one time Buck Clayton told me: “Hey, that thing you did on ‘Goin’ To Chicago’ was one of the most beautiful things I ever heard.” I said: “I only put words to what you played.” He said: “Did I play that?” You know—the words were so incisively and instinctively applied that he lost track of his own music and was wrapped up in my words.
Which is something of which I’m very proud. Well, not proud, really, because it’s a gift. I no more know how I do it than anybody. I’m just thankful that I have the gift—when I have it. Sometimes I sit down deliberately to write a song—nothing; I just get up and leave the paper blank, But when I’m moved, the words flow.
For example, I was in Salt Lake City shortly before I came to Europe and I heard a song on a jukebox at the place where I was working. I said: “What is that? It sounds like Bags with an orchestra.” I looked on this jukebox, found the number and it said “Home” by the Modern Jazz Quartet. So I put 25 cents in and played it three times; then I put another quarter in, and learned it. And I went right in the back room and wrote the words. I heard ‘em when I listened to that music and saw the title was “Home”. It was all there.
It was so homey, that tune—it sounded like home. I thought it must be written by Milt Jackson. In fact, the next night at the job I was on, I did it, and announced that it was by Milt.
Then I found out that John Lewis wrote it. He went back home! It’s beautiful. I phoned John from San Francisco (he was in New York) and I sang it to him on the telephone. He just laughed, you know; he was very happy.
There’s some talk of me recording here soon; Donovan is going to record me for CBS. And one of the things I want to do is to write a song, sing it on tape, scat on it, and then write lyrics to my scat solo. So far I’ve only done that mentally, created my own improvisation for a lyrical purpose. I haven’t had time. As much as time is my friend, it’s my enemy, too. It’s my friend, inasmuch as I spend a lot of time working, but it’s an enemy of creativity, However, now that I’m living in a less frantic, more civilised community, I will do it.
Copyright © 1968, Les Tomkins. All Rights Reserved
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Annie started hanging out at Dave Lambert’s, where I was living. She was making pretty good money, working on the Patrice Munsel TV show on ABC in the States. Dave and I were starving. Annie would come around every day, and we’d just sit around and talk. We didn’t quite know why we were meeting; we had nothing in rehearsal. I guess making that album, being so close together for six months just created some kind of bond between us.
One day when we were particularly broke—Dave had 13 cents: I had 17 cents—I picked up a Down Beat, and I saw that “Sing A Song Of Basie” was No. 13 in the country. So I said: “Hey, we got a best–selling album. Look, what are we sitting here starving for? Why don’t we go and sing?” Dave and Annie looked at each other, you know. Because I didn’t think about what I had said. At that time there hadn’t been so much talk of integration, or the freedom rides and all the things that have happened to divide people and bring to the fore this idea of different races and all that. I wasn’t thinking in terms of social life, but in terms of music and art.
They didn’t say anything; they just laughed. But I kept badgering them: “Why shouldn’t we sing together?” Finally, after about an hour, Dave says: “Well, look—if you can get us a gig, we’ll make it.” I called a friend of Dave’s, as a matter of fact; he had a club in West New York, New Jersey, called the Bankers’ Club. It had been a bank before it was converted to a night club. And he offered us 25 dollars a night for a weekend—Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The pianist was Al Haig, who was just making his return to the scene after his illness.
We got up and sang our songs, and it was such a sensation that the guy gave us ten dollars extra apiece. Our next gig, which we made on the Greyhound ‘bus. was in Pittsburgh. We never stopped working after that: but nobody had dreamed it could happen.
It was a strange–looking group to be walking out on a stage in the States. An AngIo–Saxon descendant of John Haldane (Dave’s name was David Haldane Lambert, a real Yankee), a girl from England of Scottish descent, and an American Negro descended from a slave. Very weird, really. So they would all look at us; but when we started to sing, everything else disappeared. It was just magic that was created. The people who asked us what we were doing—they were usually those who wouldn’t have understood, even if we could have explained it. The same ones who asked a cat like Bird what he was doing. Most people who heard us didn’t know, but they had enough sensitivity to let the feeling move them. But some people are not only insensitive—they’re just base. They’re in a great minority, though. We only met it a couple of times. There was a guy came up to me in Indianapolis, very a red–faced and belligerent, and said: “I don’t like your group! ” I smiled, patted him, said: “Thank you very much”, walked away and left him there. He was very nonplussed: he had nothing to vent his anger on. You can turn anger around with love, and wipe it out. But if you go against it, then it feeds itself.
Nobody can really ever mistreat me; I simply don’t accept it. I know who I am and what I am. My knowledge of myself cannot be shaken; I’m immune to such things. They can do whatever they want, but I’m always sitting there feeling sorry. for them. I only get incensed at the mistreatment of somebody else.
As to the insensitive critic, who will insinuate that I do what I do because talking I am a frustrated instrumentalist—this always makes me wonder what is in the mind of the person. What is he up to? Because I studied journalism for many years, and I know what a journalist is supposed to do. If you’re going to be a symphonic critic, you have to know how to read a symphonic score: you should know the art of conducting; at least theoretically; you should know the facts of the lives of most of the composers. There are requisites. Plus you have to have an uplifting attitude towards the art form in which you’re functioning as a critic. It’s the same with movies; you should know about angles of cameras. casting. Directing, a smattering of film technique. But anybody with a big mouth and access to a newspaper can be a jazz critic.
If a critic played, he would know that when you’re up on the stage you’re trying to engender warmth, beauty and contentment in the audience. And if you succeed in doing this, then there can be nothing wrong with what you’ve done. It’s just damn foolishness to suggest that there is. One thing I do is please audiences. If people are liking it and applauding, you’re succeeding fin your objective, which is to bring them happiness.
I read a review of me the other day, and I didn’t recognise me there. My picture was there; that’s all I recognised. None of it had to do with what my work really is. That’s amazing. And he said something that purported to be a view of mine, which was, in fact. diametrically opposed to my view. He suggested that I act like a horn because I have come to the conclusion that most of the lyrics of jazz standards are not worth singing anyway. Well. that couldn’t be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, I would rather sing the average lyric to a jazz tune than sing any pop song you can name. And so would he if he were honest with himself. Because at least you’re singing a poem, rather than a bunch of happy doggerel.
I know I have tremendous talent as a lyricist. This is something that I know, not from ego, but from my work that’s been published and accepted by the world. If he’s angry at this, he should say so to himself, so that he can review me objectively, and include some mention of my actual singing. There’s no instrumental music that wasn’t meant to have words. I believe that if you could talk to any composer—Bach, Brahms, Beethoven—they would tell you : “Oh yes, if I could find words, I would love to have them.” Every composer that writes a piece of music would love, I’m sure, to have words to his music. They’re just not lyricists: they’re musicians. Monk told me this, you know: he says every song he writes he’s thinking in terms of words for it eventually. I think with every musician words and music go together. Sibelius: “The marriage of words and music is a magical thing.” And it is.
I call it translating, really. If you translate a novel from Russian into English, you have to get the Vulgate inflections in the one language and transfer them to the other language. Not just a literal translation. I try to translate the feeling of the music lyrically.
That’s why I’ve been successful at it; it’s because I pay close attention to the music, I don’t just rhyme the words to fit the metre. I try to feel the music out. And, in doing this, I create such a new thing in itself that some of the musicians don’t even recognise what I’ve done. Like at Newport one time Buck Clayton told me: “Hey, that thing you did on ‘Goin’ To Chicago’ was one of the most beautiful things I ever heard.” I said: “I only put words to what you played.” He said: “Did I play that?” You know—the words were so incisively and instinctively applied that he lost track of his own music and was wrapped up in my words.
Which is something of which I’m very proud. Well, not proud, really, because it’s a gift. I no more know how I do it than anybody. I’m just thankful that I have the gift—when I have it. Sometimes I sit down deliberately to write a song—nothing; I just get up and leave the paper blank, But when I’m moved, the words flow.
For example, I was in Salt Lake City shortly before I came to Europe and I heard a song on a jukebox at the place where I was working. I said: “What is that? It sounds like Bags with an orchestra.” I looked on this jukebox, found the number and it said “Home” by the Modern Jazz Quartet. So I put 25 cents in and played it three times; then I put another quarter in, and learned it. And I went right in the back room and wrote the words. I heard ‘em when I listened to that music and saw the title was “Home”. It was all there.
It was so homey, that tune—it sounded like home. I thought it must be written by Milt Jackson. In fact, the next night at the job I was on, I did it, and announced that it was by Milt.
Then I found out that John Lewis wrote it. He went back home! It’s beautiful. I phoned John from San Francisco (he was in New York) and I sang it to him on the telephone. He just laughed, you know; he was very happy.
There’s some talk of me recording here soon; Donovan is going to record me for CBS. And one of the things I want to do is to write a song, sing it on tape, scat on it, and then write lyrics to my scat solo. So far I’ve only done that mentally, created my own improvisation for a lyrical purpose. I haven’t had time. As much as time is my friend, it’s my enemy, too. It’s my friend, inasmuch as I spend a lot of time working, but it’s an enemy of creativity, However, now that I’m living in a less frantic, more civilised community, I will do it.
Copyright © 1968, Les Tomkins. All Rights Reserved
http://www.jazz.org/blog/so-the-story-goes-jon-hendricks-on-how-hamburgers-birthed-vocalese/
So the Story Goes: Jon Hendricks on how hamburgers birthed vocalese
News
September 21, 2016
JazzBlog
If you get a group of jazz musicians in a
room together, it’s only a matter of time until they start sharing
stories from the road. In this original series, “So the Story Goes,” we
will highlight some of those great stories. See
other entries in this series.
Born in Toledo, Ohio, just over 95 years ago, Jon Hendricks has long been a legend among jazz vocalists. He is widely referred to as the father of vocalese, a style of jazz singing in which lyrics are added to the melody of a preexisting instrumental composition. Needless to say, he's both a talented lyricist and skilled wordsmith. Jazz journalist Leonard Feather called Hendricks the “Poet Laureate of Jazz” and Timereferred to him as the “James Joyce of Jive.”
In a recent interview with Jazz at Lincoln Center, Hendricks discusses what it was like to grow up during the Great Depression and how the time he spent at the local burger joint kick-started his career as a vocalist and would play a key role in the development of vocalese:
My father, with 12 children—that’s a lot of mouths to feed, this being in the Depression. So Stanley Cowell, Sr. had a hamburger joint right on the corner of Collingwood and Indiana, good hamburgers. They cost a lot of money; they cost a quarter—a quarter is a quarter of a dollar! It was a good piece of change.
So I wanted to hang out in there but he [Cowell, Sr.] would say, “Jon, you’re going to have to buy a Coke or something.” So I stood in front of the jukebox and I learned two or three tunes every day until I had learned the whole program of the jukebox. Then, in the evening, when people were off work and they would come in to get a hamburger, I’d be standing in front of the jukebox and they'd come and I'd say, “What tune are you going to play?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Well, give me a dime and I’ll sing it.”
“What?”
“Yeah, give me the money and I’ll sing the tune.”
And they thought I was crazy! So this guy said to his girlfriend, “This is just nuts enough to be interesting. I got to find out about this.”
So he gave me the dime and I put the record on and I stood in front. It was a Jimmie Lunceford record with a Willie Smith alto solo, and then a trumpet solo—I forget who—but I would sing it, all of it, note for note. That’s how I was able to write vocalese—to become “Jon Hendricks: Father of Vocalese.”
Click here to read more entries of So the Story Goes.
other entries in this series.
Born in Toledo, Ohio, just over 95 years ago, Jon Hendricks has long been a legend among jazz vocalists. He is widely referred to as the father of vocalese, a style of jazz singing in which lyrics are added to the melody of a preexisting instrumental composition. Needless to say, he's both a talented lyricist and skilled wordsmith. Jazz journalist Leonard Feather called Hendricks the “Poet Laureate of Jazz” and Timereferred to him as the “James Joyce of Jive.”
In a recent interview with Jazz at Lincoln Center, Hendricks discusses what it was like to grow up during the Great Depression and how the time he spent at the local burger joint kick-started his career as a vocalist and would play a key role in the development of vocalese:
My father, with 12 children—that’s a lot of mouths to feed, this being in the Depression. So Stanley Cowell, Sr. had a hamburger joint right on the corner of Collingwood and Indiana, good hamburgers. They cost a lot of money; they cost a quarter—a quarter is a quarter of a dollar! It was a good piece of change.
So I wanted to hang out in there but he [Cowell, Sr.] would say, “Jon, you’re going to have to buy a Coke or something.” So I stood in front of the jukebox and I learned two or three tunes every day until I had learned the whole program of the jukebox. Then, in the evening, when people were off work and they would come in to get a hamburger, I’d be standing in front of the jukebox and they'd come and I'd say, “What tune are you going to play?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Well, give me a dime and I’ll sing it.”
“What?”
“Yeah, give me the money and I’ll sing the tune.”
And they thought I was crazy! So this guy said to his girlfriend, “This is just nuts enough to be interesting. I got to find out about this.”
So he gave me the dime and I put the record on and I stood in front. It was a Jimmie Lunceford record with a Willie Smith alto solo, and then a trumpet solo—I forget who—but I would sing it, all of it, note for note. That’s how I was able to write vocalese—to become “Jon Hendricks: Father of Vocalese.”
Click here to read more entries of So the Story Goes.
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Image credits: Jon Hendricks, photo by Frank Stewart for Jazz at Lincoln Center; Jon Hendricks, photo by R. Andrew Lepley.
THE MUSIC OF JON HENDRICKS: AN EXTENSIVE VIDEO OVERVIEW, A CROSS SECTION OF RECORDINGS, MUSICAL ANALYSIS AND COMMENTARY, PLUS VARIOUS INTERVIEWS WITH JON HENDRICKS:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Hendricks
Jon Hendricks
Birth name | John Carl Hendricks |
---|---|
Born |
September 16, 1921
Newark, Ohio, United States
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Died |
November 22, 2017 (aged 96)
Manhattan, New York, U.S.
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Genres | Jazz |
Occupation(s) | Singer, lyricist |
Years active | 1957–2017 |
Associated acts | Lambert, Hendricks & Ross |
John Carl Hendricks (September 16, 1921 – November 22, 2017), known professionally as Jon Hendricks, was an American jazz lyricist and singer. He is one of the originators of vocalese,
which adds lyrics to existing instrumental songs and replaces many
instruments with vocalists, such as the big-band arrangements of Duke Ellington and Count Basie. He is considered one of the best practitioners of scat singing, which involves vocal jazz soloing. Jazz critic and historian Leonard Feather called him the "Poet Laureate of Jazz", while Time dubbed him the "James Joyce of Jive". Al Jarreau called him "pound-for-pound the best jazz singer on the planet—maybe that's ever been".[1]
Early years
Born in 1921 in Newark, Ohio, Hendricks and his 14 siblings moved many times, following their father's assignments as an A.M.E. pastor, before settling permanently in Toledo.
There,
Hendricks began his singing career at the age of seven. He has said:
"By the time I was 10, I was a local celebrity in Toledo. I had offers
to go with Fats Waller when I was 12, and offers to go with Ted Lewis and be his shadow when I was 13. He had that song 'Me and My Shadow'. And he had this little Negro boy who was his shadow, that did everything he did. That was his act."[2]
As
a teenager, Jon's first interest was in the drums, but before long he
was singing on the radio regularly with another Toledo native, pianist Art Tatum. Jon met his first wife Colleen Moore in Toledo, Ohio. They were married and had 4 children.[citation needed]
World War II
After serving in the Army during World War II, Hendricks went home to attend University of Toledo on the G.I. Bill as a pre-law major. Just when he was about to enter the graduate law program, the G.I. benefits ran out. Charlie Parker had,
at a stop in Toledo two years prior, encouraged him to come to New York
and look him up. Hendricks moved there and began his singing career.
Lambert, Hendricks and Ross
In 1957, he teamed with Dave Lambert and Annie Ross to form the legendary vocal trio Lambert, Hendricks & Ross (LH&R). With Jon as lyricist, the trio perfected the art of vocalese and
took it around the world, earning them the designation of the "Number
One Vocal Group in the World" for five years in a row from Melody Maker magazine. Their multi-tracked album Sing a Song of Basie was one of the earliest examples of overdubbing.[3]
Hendricks typically wrote lyrics not just to melodies but to entire instrumental solos, a notable example being his take on Ben Webster's tenor saxophone solo on Ellington's original recording of "Cotton Tail", as featured on the album Lambert, Hendricks and Ross! (1960). His lyrics to Benny Golson's "I Remember Clifford" have been recorded by several other vocalists, including Dinah Washington, Carmen McRae, Nancy Wilson, Ray Charles, The Manhattan Transfer and Helen Merrill.[citation needed] After
six years the trio disbanded for solo careers but not before leaving
behind a catalog of legendary recordings, most of which have never gone
out of print.[citation needed]
Countless singers cite the work of LH&R as an influence, including Van Morrison, Al Jarreau and Bobby McFerrin. The song "Yeh Yeh", for which Hendricks composed the lyrics, became a 1965 hit for British R&B-jazz singer Georgie Fame,
who continues to record and perform Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
compositions to this day. In 1966 Hendricks recorded "Fire in the City"
with the Warlocks, who shortly after changed their name to the Grateful Dead.[4] Hendricks wrote lyrics for several Thelonious Monk songs, including "In Walked Bud", which he performed on Monk's 1968 album Underground.
For a performance at the 1960 Monterey Jazz Festival, he created and starred in a musical he called Evolution of the Blues Song, which featured such acclaimed singers as Jimmy Witherspoon, Hannah Dean, and "Big" Miller, as well as saxophonists Ben Webster and Pony Poindexter.
The ensemble played not only Hendricks' words and music but also Percy Mayfield's classic "Please Send Me Someone to Love," the driving D. Love gospel song "That's Enough", and the blues evergreen, "C.C. Rider".
In 1961, Columbia Records released an LP of the production and
Hendricks later presented the show in San Francisco; at the Westwood
Playhouse in Los Angeles, where it was produced by attorneys Burton
Marks and Mark Green; and in New York City.[citation needed]
Solo
Pursuing a solo career, and after divorcing his first wife, Colleen (Connie), Hendricks moved his children to London, England, in 1968, partly so that his four children could receive a better education. While based there he toured Europe and Africa, performed frequently on British television and appeared in the 1971 British film Jazz Is Our Religion (which focuses on the photographs of Val Wilmer) as well as the French film Hommage à Cole Porter. His sold-out club dates drew fans such as the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. Five years later the Hendricks family settled in Mill Valley, California, where Hendricks worked as the jazz critic for the San Francisco Chronicle and taught classes at California State University at Sonoma and the University of California at Berkeley. The piece he wrote for the stage about the history of jazz, Evolution of the Blues, ran for five years at the Off-Broadway Theatre in San Francisco and two years in Los Angeles. His television documentary Somewhere to Lay My Weary Head received Emmy, Iris and Peabody awards.
Hendricks
recorded several critically acclaimed albums on his own, some with his
wife Judith and daughters Michele and Aria contributing. He collaborated
with old friends The Manhattan Transfer for their seminal 1985 album, Vocalese, which won seven Grammy Awards. He served on the Kennedy Center Honors committee under Presidents Carter, Reagan, and Clinton.
In 2000 Hendricks returned to his home town to teach at the University of Toledo,
where he was appointed Distinguished Professor of Jazz Studies and
received an honorary Doctorate of the Performing Arts. He was selected
to be the first American jazz artist to lecture at the Sorbonne in Paris.
His 15-voice group, the Jon Hendricks Vocalstra at the University of
Toledo, performed at the Sorbonne in 2002. Hendricks also wrote lyrics
to some classical pieces including "On the Trail" from Ferde Grofe's Grand Canyon Suite. The Vocalstra premiered a vocalese version of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Scheherazade" with the Toledo Symphony.
In the summer of 2003 Hendricks went on tour with the "Four Brothers", a quartet consisting of Hendricks, Kurt Elling, Mark Murphy and Kevin Mahogany. He worked on setting words to and arranging Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto as well as on two books, teaching and touring with his Vocalstra. He wrote lyrics to Gershwin's Piano Prelude No. 1 for the a cappella ensemble Pieces of 8's 2004 album Across the Blue Meridian.[5] He appeared in a film with Al Pacino, People I Know (2002), and also in White Men Can't Jump (1992).
In 2012, Hendricks appeared in the documentary film No One But Me, discussing his former bandmate and friend, Annie Ross.[6] In 2015, Hendricks lost his second wife Judith to a brain tumor.
Hendricks also appeared on three tracks from the 2016 release of the JC Hopkins Biggish
Band titled "Meet Me At Minton's". He performs vocalese on "Suddenly
(In Walked Bud)", is included in the ensemble on the album's title track
"Meet Me At Minton's", and croons a duet of the Monk tune "How I Wish
(Ask Me Now)" with singer and 2016 Thelonius Monk Competition winner Jazzmeia Horn. At the time of the recording he was 93 and Horn was 23.[7]
In 2017, Hendricks' full lyricization of the album Miles Ahead, including Miles Davis' solos and Gil Evans'
orchestrations, was completed. It was premiered in New York by UK-based
choir the London Vocal Project, with Hendricks in attendance, with a
studio recording to follow.[8][9]
Hendricks died on November 22, 2017 in Manhattan, New York City, aged 96.[10]
Awards
Hendricks has been recognized with an NEA Jazz Master award in 1993,[11] multiple Grammy Awards,[12][13] an Emmy Award, a Peabody Award, and in 2004, he was honored in France with the Legion of Honour.
Discography
- Evolution of the Blues Song (1959, Columbia Records)
- A Good Git-Together (1959, Pacific Jazz)
- ¡Salud! João Gilberto, Originator of the Bossa Nova (1961, Reprise Records)
- Fast Livin' Blues (1962, Columbia)
- Recorded in Person at the Trident (1965, Smash Records)
- Jon Hendricks Live (1970, Fontana)
- Times of Love (1972, Muse Records)
- Tell Me the Truth (1975, BMG Records)
- September Songs (1975, Stanyan Records)
- Cloudburst (1982, Enja Records), recorded live at the Domicile, Munich
- Freddie Freeloader (1990, Denon Records)
- Boppin' at the Blue Note (1994, live, Telarc Records)
- Appears on
- George Russell – New York, N.Y. (1959, Decca)
- Thelonious Monk – Underground (1968, Columbia)
- Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers – Buhaina (Prestige, 1973)
- Jimmy Rowles and Stan Getz – The Peacocks (Columbia, 1975)
- Duke Ellington, Harry James, Herb Pomeroy, Jon Hendricks – Europa Jazz (Europa Jazz EJ 1022, 1981)
- The Manhattan Transfer – Vocalese
- Dave Brubeck – Young Lions & Old Tigers (1995, Telarc)
- The Legacy Lives On (2001, Mack Avenue Records)
- 3 Cohens – Family (2011, Anzic Records)[14]
- Sing a Song of Basie (1957)
- Sing Along with Basie (1958, Roulette)
- The Swingers! (1958)
- Lambert, Hendricks, & Ross! (aka "The Hottest New Group In Jazz") (1960)
- Lambert, Hendricks & Ross Sing Ellington (1960)
- The Real Ambassadors (1962)
- High Flying with Lambert, Hendricks & Ross (aka The Way-Out Voices of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross) (1962)
- with Lambert, Hendricks and Bavan
- Live at Basin Street East (1963, live)
- At Newport '63 (1963, live)
Jon Hendricks part 1 Interview by Monk Rowe - 10/18/1995 - NYC
Jon Hendricks part 2 Interview by Monk Rowe - 1/29/2000 - NYC .
The Poet Laureate of Jazz, Jon Hendricks (Part 1)
The Poet Laureate of Jazz, Jon Hendricks (Part 2)
The Poet Laureate of Jazz, Jon Hendricks (Part 3)
The Poet Laureate of Jazz, Jon Hendricks (Part 4)
The Poet Laureate of Jazz, Jon Hendricks (Part 5)