I moved to NYC in January of 2000 and spent 4 incredible years there. I truly believe that I went there as a student and came back to Austin as a master – not of music but of life. It goes without saying that I still have much to learn about being a person and a musician but the life experiences I had there, in a relatively short amount of time, were really profound.
One of the highlights for me was one of the times I saw Elvin Jones perform at the Blue Note. I believe it was in the Fall of 2000. I had seen him play at the same club earlier that year and musically, it was amazing. I’ll never forget the first time he did a press roll and cymbal crash – it sent chills down my spine. But the second time I saw him it wasn’t so much about the music as it was the experience I had actually getting to sit down and speak with him for about 15-20min before the show. The pianist in his band at the time was Eric Lewis, an amazingly gifted pianist who I came to know a little bit while we were both attending the Manhattan School of Music in the Fall of 1992. I re-introduced myself to Eric before the show and he instantly invited me up to the green room and he introduced me to Elvin. What a rush! It was surreal and one of the few times in my life I was truly star struck. Here was the man who I listened to thousands of times on legendary recordings and who I held up as the pinnacle of jazz and jazz drumming.
To say that he was gracious is an understatement. Elvin couldn’t have been a nicer, more generous person. He asked me to sit down next to him and he was interested in the fact that I was also a musician and we talked about rhythm, rag-time, swing and music for the next 15-20 min. It was the quickest 15-20min of my life. What a joy! He even asked about my music and I gave him my CD’s Kicks are for Kids and For the Moment. About that time his wife Keiko came in and she shooed me out and took my CD’s so I’m not sure he ever heard them, unfortunately. I am positive he received thousands of CD’s from aspiring saxophonists over the years but at least he was aware, in that moment, that I was one too. And I am better because of it.
