Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Listening to Prestige 568: Walt Dickerson


LISTEN TO ONE: To My Queen

 This is Walt Dickerson's fourth and final album for Prestige. This is the work for which he remains best known. He would take a ten-year break from jazz starting in 1965, then return in 1975 to active playing and recording, a second act to his career that would last another decade. Most of these later recordings were for the Danish label Steeplechase.

Of his four Prestige sessions, this one is in many ways the iconic achievement of his career, partly because of its musical direction and partly because of its theme. Dickerson was always considered one of the most individual stylists on the vibes (his unique sound is discussed here), but in this album, abetted by long-time collaborator Andrew Cyrille, he strays farther from his bebop-oriented roots to create a freer and more distinctive personal style. 


The album, entitled To My Queen, is also a deeply personal statement. The title track, which takes up one full side of the LP, is dedicated to his wife Liz, and the emotional resonance continues to move listeners. Dickerson talked about it in a 2003 interview with Hank Shteamer:

Well, there is a way to talk about a person that you find ineffable through music, and my queen [Dickerson’s wife, Liz], being that ineffable person, music was the way that I could express those very beautiful, poignant, intellectual, brilliant, beautiful sides of her. So therefore it couldn’t fall in the realm of most songs or most compositions in the genre but had to escape those restrictions in order to exemplify her. And it doing so, it did open up a new vista of explorations, followed later by several not-to-be-mentioned musicians. It was a very, very happy experience, and I go back to that periodically. I return to that periodically, restating that which is ongoing in our relationship, which is forever.

The individuals that I chose for that outing knew my queen, and their artistic projections spoke of that. Andrew Hill: beautiful projections. George Tucker [sighs]: a rock, sensitive. And of course Andrew [Cyrille]: flourishings, nuances, bracketing the different motifs; he was awesome, and remains to this day, as does Andrew Hill. Two awesome, creative musicians. I don’t consider them musicians; I consider them artists in the highest sense. They’ve surpassed that category, “musicians.” Periodically those are the individuals I miss because now I do more, just about exclusively, solo performances.

This was Andrew Hill's only appearance on Prestige. He's best known for his work on Blue Note in the


1960s, although he continued to play and record until shortly before his death in 2007. He was equally highly regarded as a composer, which gave him the ear and the "artistic projections" that Dickerson valued. 

George Tucker was an interesting choice for this session. Much of his previous work on Prestige had been funky, with organists Shirley Scott and Johnny (Hammond) Smith, but he was also on call for avant-gardists like Eric Dolphy. 

To My Queen was a New Jazz release. Esmond Edwards, who was getting ready to move on after a stunning career as a producer for Prestige, produced.

Richard Brody, summing up Dickerson's career in an obituary in The New Yorker, wrote:

Dickerson is, simply, the most innovative vibes player after Lionel Hampton and Milt Jackson; his rapid-fire barrage of short, metallic notes, reminiscent of John Coltrane’s “sheets of sound” and Eric Dolphy’s frenetic flurries (Dickerson and Dolphy were close friends), extracted surprising harmonic riches from familiar tunes, and often did so with a puckish humor that belied the tenderness with which he could caress a melody.

Finally, here's something Dickerson was never quite able to achieve, more's the pity. From a 1995 interview with Mike Johnston:

I have asked a couple of the individuals that make the instruments to make a set of vibes in only one or two octaves, and to break it down it down into quarter tones. So you would augment the instrument so the instrument would be twice the size. But, it would only be one or two octaves. And of course they looked at me like I was a bit crazy and said we’ll get back to you. But of course they never got back to me.


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