“The Cascades was a moderate-sized upstairs place, bring your own bottles and buy set-ups. A good-looking kid was trying to get notes from a tenor saxophone which was green with corrosion. It sounded the way it looked. A blond solidly built boy was watching him. He had a cornet. I introduced myself; the saxophone player shook hands with me. ‘My name is Bud Freeman and this is Jimmy McPartland.’ We sat down and began to play. Freeman seemed to know only one tune; everything sounded vaguely like “China Boy.” MacPartland had a strong, rugged tone; he knew where he was going and enjoyed the journey.

“Between sets we gabbed. MacPartland and Freeman talked about jazz as if it were a new religion… When MacPartland mentioned King Oliver, smoke came out of his eyes. ‘He’s playing a fraternity dance at the Chez Paree tonight,’ he said. ‘Let’s go down there after we finish.’ We arrived in time for the last set. Oliver lifted his horn and the first blast of “Canal Street Blues” hit me. Everyone was playing what he wanted to play and it was all mixed together as if someone had planned it with a set of micrometer calipers; notes I had never heard were peeling off the edges and dropping through the middle; there was a tone from the trumpets like warm rain on a cold day. We were immobilized. The music poured into us like daylight running down a dark hole. The choruses rolled on like high tide, getting wilder and more wonderful. Armstrong seemed able to hear what Oliver was improvising and reproduce it himself at the same time. It seemed impossible so I dismissed, it but it was true. When they finished, MacPartland said, ‘How do you like it?’ There was only one thing to say, ‘It doesn’t bother me.'” – Eddie Condon

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~ by crossmd on January 22, 2010.

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