I didn’t discover Dave Brubeck and his jazz quartet until I was in the Army. That was in 1955-58. And then I fell for his music in a big way. I bought all his albums and still have two of his most famous 33 1/3 records: ‘Jazz Goes to College,’ from 1954, which was the group’s first album; and their third and most famous album, ‘Brubeck Time,’ from 1955.
(Columbia Records, for some reason, later reissued that 1955 album on its Odyssey label and renamed it, ‘A Place in Time – The Dave Brubeck Quartet.’ I have that Odyssey recording, as well.)
Over the years, I must have collected 10 of the Brubeck group’s 33 1/3 albums, but have given away or sold all of them, except the two I mentioned. I even had their second album — the hard-to-find 1954 Storyville album — on 45 rpm.
I feel I’m telling you about the Dead Sea Scrolls, when I mention all these old 33 1/3s and 45s. At one point, there were heated discussions among classical music critics about which sounded better: the 33 1/3s or the new, digital CDs.
In the end, it didn’t matter. In America, the new always wins, regardless of the quality. The mantra says that “New Is Better,” and that’s that — whether or not it’s true. There’s a bit of a movement back to 33’s. Even bookstores, like Barnes and Noble, have a small section of 33’s. And music stores that sell second-hand CDs always have a 33-record section.
But it mainly has to do with nostalgia. Most young people are streaming nowadays. They don’t buy records or CDs. They just plug tiny ear buds into their ears and log on to some invisible digital service and never think about the physical space where music begins and ends. They never think about placing a needle on wax or pushing a button on a tape recorder. For them, music just happens. It comes out of the ether, like angel dust. It has no beginning or end. Everything is on a loop of timeless sound.
The great thing about records is that you have to TURN THEM OVER and play Side B. You have to engage the process. You have to get physically involved or it won’t happen. The music depends on you doing your part. Nowadays, young people don’t even know where the music comes from. It just arrives on a digital stream of quantum nothingness.
My cousin Nancy is married to a man from New Zealand who has a sophisticated collection of 33 1/3 records and plays them on high-end turntables. He often goes into their basement room to play his records in the quiet of his private musical sanctum..
There was a time when I had hundreds — hundreds !– of mainly classical 33 1/3 albums. But for reasons of space, I have cut that number by two-thirds.
But I still have Brubeck and Paul Desmond on 33 1/3 and Sinatra and Chris Connor and June Christy and Stan Getz and Errol Garner and Miles Davis and Bob Dylan and Crosby, Stills and Nash, and others. And the sound has that warm, modulated nuance you get with records that gets washed out and sterilized by the digital clarity of compact discs.
The piece on Brubeck Time that has most charmed and bewitched me over the 66 years I’ve listened to it is the one that has bewitched millions of listeners over the decades.
That’s the piece called “Audrey,” written and exquisitely performed by the saxophonist, Paul Desmond — the musician who elevated the Brubeck Quartet into the region of the gods.
The New Yorker magazine two weeks ago told the story about how the melody, “Audrey,” came to be. In a serious of 12 illustrated panels, the magazine relayed the story of Desmond, a single man who never married, but who had a serious crush on the actress Audrey Hepburn.
Desmond wrote his famous piece, “Audrey,” trying to capture the essence, as he felt it, of the actress he loved from afar. They never met.
When the Brubeck Quartet was performing at Basin Street, a couple of blocks from where Hepburn was starring in a Broadway play, Desmond asked Brubeck to take a break in the musical set each evening at a certain time.
Desmond would then leave Basin Street and walk two blocks to watch Audrey Hepburn leave the theater each night after her performance and get into her limousine. Then Desmond would return to Basin Street and perform the second set with Brubeck and the group.
Desmond never knew whether Hepburn had ever heard “Audrey,” and if she did, whether she liked it or felt anything special about it. He remained single and died in 1977.
When Hepburn died 16 years later, her husband contacted Brubeck to ask if the quartet would perform “Audrey” at a memorial for Hepburn to be held at the United Nations. Of course, Desmond had been long dead by then.
Brubeck was surprised by the request. He didn’t know that the husband was even aware of Desmond’s “Audrey.”
Oh, yes, said the husband. “My wife listened to that song every night before she went to bed.”