Editor’s note:
Before you start reading this post find a Miles Davis version of “It’s
Only a Paper Moon,” preferably from your vinyl collection the 1951 album
“Conception.” Or, go to YouTube to find
it. It’s there.
Judging from a rare image of
photographer Bob Jordan you could say he was a geek. But in the epicenter of American Jazz (let’s
say incomparable American Jazz) he was an icon, a documenter of the more black
than white world of Midtown Manhattan Jazz.
No one was better in capturing the mood of the Beat Generation through a
camera lens.
Jazz is a medium of mood.
Black and white photography
is intrinsically moody (in the right hands).
These two art forms came
together one chilly Sunday evening, September 13, 1953 when then 30-year-old
Bob Jordan took his camera to a dingy nightclub on West 3rd Street
called the Open Door. He’d been tipped
by a friend that something special was about to happen that night. On the bill that evening were established
jazz names Thelonious Monk, Charley Mingus, and Roy Haynes (now in his
90s). For any jazz aficionado that
should have been enough. But, as Bob
Parent, a freelance magazine photographer would discover, the icing on the cake
would be a last minute addition of the Birdman, Charley Parker.
Parent moved around the club
with his improv camera (no flash) but he did have it rigged to offer enough
subtle light to capture what is considered the Mona Lisa of black and white
Jazz images. Don’t take my word. Peter Facini writing last March in the New York Times asked if the photo posted
at the top of this blog was “the greatest photo in jazz history.
Yes.
First of all, the image
stands alone for its professional composition.
It is championship fare even without the famous men captured. It would have been a great photo if the
quartet were a round up of night movers with no caption.
But, Jordan didn’t take just
one image.
In another image from that
night’s shoot there’s a crowd shot inside the Open Door. Beat Generation followers (mainly amateurs)
insist that Beat Generation chronicler Jack Kerouac is sitting in the audience
(smoking) at one of the pricy front tables.
Sorry, Jack it ain’t you, but it still makes a good story. The real story now and forever are the photos
took that night in that smoky, moody jazz house.
Sadly, there was no recording
of that evening’s jazz. Sad in the fact the foursome never made music together
again. But, we do have Peter Facini’s
terrific NYT article click here.
So, why did at the beginning
of this blog were you asked to get in the mood by playing Miles Davis?
The connection again is Bob Parent. The photographer moonlighted as a graphic designer. He designed the album cover “Conception” for Miles label: Prestige using his photographs.
Is that you, Jack? |
Selfie of Bob Parent and his camera. |
Map of jazz clubs near the Open Door, now long gone.
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