Art stood in a lane of his own.
a badass player
a natural genius
some real searching
things to say
changes in any
he HEARD the time
got up on it
with the drummer’s right hand stuff
on ballads- he told a story. That IS
what’s missing today- NOBODY’S TELLING
A STORY OF THEIR
They all sound great, but it’s just the SOS.
Art NEVER was boring.
" Straight Life". That’s a real person there
not no PC Mr Rogers crap.
a life...YOU CAN HEAR
WHEN HE BLOWS.
a man on a mission.
another thing. some nasty
the level of him
we might not ever see
6 nights of him with Elvin in 1976 in NyC. I quit the stupid
gig I was doing and got into the Vanguard and sat in front
of Art every nite. Drooling....
on myself diggin'
Later that week I saw Ornette and Art was in the front
row diggin Ornette. Ornette was at most of Art’s Vanguard
gigs... Ornette waving at Art to say hi.
For a second-I thought
,,,,,,,,SHIT..........maybe they'll jam?!?!?!?
But it was
Art looked like a thug in those years, but the beauty was
Seeing him 6 nites in a row taught me something. One set, his reed
half broken and he just kept wailing....killin lines and
that hunk of metal..
ART PEPPER HAD TO PLAY. He had _
no other _choice
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