Too many losses lately. Two that you may not have known were bassist/bandleader/arranger Chris Larson and composer/arranger/saxophonist Harvey Cohen. Harvey passed in January from ongoing heart problems; Chris left us last week, a victim of a fast-moving brain tumor. Both were young, not just by my standards, but by anyone's. Harvey was 55; Chris was 57.
The two had much in common, and though I'm not aware that they knew each other, they may well have. It's really a small circle out here, and after a while, you've played with or at least heard of pretty much everyone. Both were people who always spoke well of others, even when they could have been forgiven for venting. Both overcame tremendous physical challenges and became gifted, fluid players and writers who always brought their best to the bandstand. Both were sui generis; both will be missed.
I can't say that I knew Chris well, though I knew him for over ten years. I wish I had known him better, but we were running in different circles, though we managed to do a few gigs each year together. He lived in Idyllwild, so we didn't hang out, but we always found a lot to talk about on gigs, and he always brought a sense of humor and a sharp intelligence, along with his unerring instinct for the right notes (high praise for any bass player). He was comfortable and just kinda right in any musical situation. He always found a way to get along in some pretty challenging spots and make the best of any opportunity to play. A journeyman, he wasn't well known outside the local music community, but he was a quality cat, and he'll be long remembered.
Harvey was someone that I did know well, in fact he was one of the first players that I met when I returned to the LA scene after my road work days. My wife worked with him in a steady band for ten years. Harvey was a part of our life for a long time. I played in his big band; he played in several of my groups. We did dozens of shows together through the years. In fact, we worked two dates last December with vocalist Kenny Ellis promoting his "Hanukkah Swings" album at the Jazz Bakery and the Canyon Club. Harvey arranged and produced that CD and he was as proud of it as he was of his work on the Oscar telecasts, and his music for the animated "Superman" and "Batman" shows which brought him an Emmy. If Harvey was in your neighborhood, you were going to get a phone call. He'd be there in a few minutes, and you'd better have the coffee ready. We spent last New Year's Day at his and Marilyn's house; we hung out long into the evening and made plans for the next time. A week later, he was gone. The testimonies at his funeral were all the same when you stripped away the extra words, the fumbling to describe character in a finite way: Harvey was a mensch from the old school. There won't be many more like him, and we were privileged to have him as long as we did.
If you're in LA, or if you're a "taste maker" elsewhere, our own local college radio behemoth, NPR's KCRW, is a must-listen. Music supervisors cull it's play list for the next hot movie/commercial/video/iptv tunes. In fact, several ex- and current KCRW programmers have become music supervisors in recent years. Nothing wrong with any of this, BTW; the station's taste is impeccable if narrow.
The flagship music show is called "Morning Becomes Eclectic." This listener of thirty years' standing remembers when the title truly fit: Under original host Tom Schnabel, Tchaikovsky segued into Miles into Muddy Waters into tribal chants and back, with no seeming theme or purpose. It was internet radio before the net - if you don't like what's playing now, wait a minute. (Schnabel still spins in this style on the weekend shift.) Schnabel eventually gave way to Chris Douridas, who was succeeded by current host Nic Harcourt. Harcourt, especially, has great radio chops - he's your hip uncle sharing that new batch o' wax that just arrived with his friend; y'know - the slightly seedy guy who is always working his way over the Atlantic on a tramp steamship but always has the best new records before anyone else. Harcourt has genuine enthusiasm for all things pop and poppy and groovy. Trouble is - no more Miles or Muddy, let alone tribal guys. If it ain't precious, or marketable to the media, it ain't on KCRW. "Eclectic" be damned. This show is built to showcase pure pop and, to some extent, dance and trance. "Groovy" is the keyword here and if you don't get that, just listen for a few days and you will. It's not something you can tell by the chord progressions or the instruments, but it's an attitude. Like porn, you'll know it when you see (hear) it.
I just don't know anyone my age that likes this stuff or responds to it in any visceral way. I agree that public radio should be about the new and adventurous, and not necessarily a reflection of listeners/donors tastes in all things. (Full disclosure here: been there; done that; read the donation promo; answered the donation lines.) I do wonder, though, how many of the paying audience for KCRW really listen to the music programming in more than a cursory way. I can hear the sound of radio dials heading right every morning at nine as "All Things Considered " yields to Harcourt's fifth-Beatle britpop. (Again, I really dig Nic's presentation and musical knowledge; just wish he'd take out his old pal's blues records for a spin once in a while...)
True this: I discovered Coldplay, Death Cab and Imogen Heap via Harcourt. But why no space in a self-proclaimed "eclectic" programming block for Miles, or Muddy, or Merle, or Johann, or Buddy Miller? Could it be that all these artists are more gritty than groovy; a little less accessible, a little less well-suited to being played as aural wallpaper for the cubicles at CAA and NBC-Universal?
