From the tribute to Pee Wee Russell written by Whitney Balliett (Collected Works: A Journal of Jazz 1954-2001) after the clarinetist’s death in 1969:
“His style – the chalumeau
phrases, the leaps over the abyss, the unique why? tone, the use of
notes that less imaginative musicians had discarded as untoward – was
paradoxically, his final snare and his glory. People laughed at it. It was
considered eccentric, and because eccentricity, the kindest form of defiance,
baffles people, they laugh. But those who don’t laugh understood that Russell
had discovered some of the secrets of life and that his improvisations were
generally successful attempts to tell those secrets in a new, funny, gentle
way.”
A rare and beautiful word,
“chalumeau” refers to the lowest register played on the clarinet. You don’t
have to know Russell’s music to appreciate the celebratory spirit in Balliett’s
words and the larger statement he is making about art and artists. Russell was
an eccentric – that is, he worked away from the center. It’s easy to laud artists
for their putative eccentricity, when too often it’s merely calculated attention-seeking -- a
trombonist making fart sounds with his horn or a poet scorning punctuation and
capital letters. The latter example suggests that willful eccentricity can soon become trite. Balliett might have written a similar description of Lester
Young or Thelonious Monk. The latter never sounds as though he’s the “wild and
crazy” guy at the party. Listen to “Blue Monk,” in which Russell joins Monk at the
1963 Newport Festival.
Being gifted and eccentric
is rare. Who are the Pee Wee Russells of literature? The first writer who comes
to mind is the English novelist Henry Green. Perhaps Max Beerbohm. Marianne
Moore. Laurence Sterne. There’s much to be said in favor of such writers, but
theirs is an unlikely and difficult way to produce first-rate work, and
imitating them is fatal.
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