In the Twenties, Thirties, and
Forties, the Club De Lisa was one of the swingingest spots in
Chicago's South Side. It shut down for a while. A little over a
year ago, my friend and fellow deejay Pervis Spann and I had the
pleasure of reopening it under our own management as The Club,
and behold, it's wailin' again! It never wailed more than it did
on the five nights Cannonball, Nat Adderley, Joe Zawinul, and the
other musicians in the Quintet played their first stand for us -
the first, we hope, of many. They played like blue smoke. They
played like sweet preachin'. They played like nobody was ever
going to go without honey butter again.
The Club seats 800. Cannonball
drew in better than 1200 customers a night, and we were seating
the overflow out in the lounge. Everybody went away gassed. That
Quintet of his is five giants, all climbing up the beanstalk at
once. Cannonball - I call him CannonBird because he says things
musically in his own way like nobody has said things in his own
way since Charlie Parker - is the tremendous alto sax talent of
our day. Nat can cut anybody with his horn. Vic Gatsky on bass
and Roy McCurdy on drums are the greatest. And how about that Joe
Zawinul! An Austrian fellow you'd think would be at home playing
pretty waltzes, and he comes here to the States and lays down
jazz like he was the fellow invented it.
The music the Quintet knock people
out with is composed by themselves. Nat wrote "Fun" and
"Games." How's that for a double header? Cannonball
contributed "Sticks" and his jazz classic "Sack 0'
Woe." Joe Zawinul created "Hipadelphia" and the
great hit that is used as the title of this album, "Mercy,
Mercy, Mercy!" This last may well be the finest
flight-lights composition since Avery Parrish's great "After
Hours." Joe plays it on the electric piano.
Capitol Records came into The Club
one night before showtime, strung their equipment all over, and
took a full evening's performance down on tape. That was one of
those great and providential blessings of history. What if
there'd been no publisher around to provide a typesetter when
Tolstoy wrote "War and Peace"? No Sistine Chapel when
Michelangelo got itchy to paint a ceiling? What my friend
Cannonball did at The Club is now preserved forever, and it'll be
around a long, long time, as among the definitive works of a
master. I'm proud The Club played a part in it.
E. RODNEY JONES
(E. Rodney Jones Is the
well4lked WVON deelay who, with his WVON colleague Pervis Spann,
has made The Club, on Chicago's great street State street, one of the
places in the nation to go.)
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