Selection: Passion Spring
Kenny Dorham (t) Dave Amram (French horn) Cannonball Adderley (as) Cecil Payne (bars) Cedar Walton (p) Paul Chambers (b) Philly Joe Jones (d) NYC, January 20 and February 18 1959
Spring-themed four horn septet, each a bluesy romp, with fine alto solos from Cannonball Adderley, and Cecil Payne on Bari. Not ground breaking, but everyone swinging, having a good blues jam.
Dorham is sometimes referred to as “the uncrowned king of jazz trumpet”, starting out under the shadow of the more widely recognised Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis, Clifford Brown, and Fats Navarro. Having earned his spurs on the bebop scene, Dorham demonstrated a tenacious ability to adapt and evolve, by the late fifties leading his own groups and recording for Riverside and sub-label Jazzland. Dorham’s trumpet could be romantic, harmonically bitter-sweet, or upbeat and swinging, with great verve and pep. His progressive post-bop style earned him further recognition recording for Blue Note, both as a leader, composer, and collaborator on many of Joe Henderson’s titles and is found on the forward-looking Andrew Hill Point of Departure. A great talent. (I was tempted to launch a trumpet poll but I think we will leave that for another day)
Vinyl: Riverside Stereo Series RLP 1139 ( RLP 12-297 mono release )
For anyone still not conversant with the concept of “stereo”, Riverside explain the presence of a “phantom speaker”:
Glad we got that explanation over with. “Phantom speaker” indeed. That would be the mono one.
Blue Spring is a US pressing, deep groove, with faint, hardly readable matrix engraving. Riverside Stereo is quite rare here in the UK, having just the one stereo out of thirty Interdisk UK Riverside releases, the remainder, all Phantom Speaker mono.
Source Ebay (UK seller)
Sellers Description: “LP: Very Good; Cover: Good”
Well, that description didn’t take long. With no photo of the label provided, a case of bidding blind, and asking no questions that might raise further interest. An unexpected number of bids for this modestly described auction appeared. Another sniper emerged in the closing seconds, and I felt bad about seeing off the bidder who had put in eight separate bids, escalating the price a pound at a time, a strategy I am totally unable to fathom or explain, other than the bidder suffering a slightly worrying addiction to pressing buttons.