Kick-ass holy man


Dwight Trible on stage at The Spot in Los Feliz.

After he stops singing, you try to get your head back under your hair and figure out where this kick-ass holy man is coming from.

From the way Dwight Trible handles "A Love Supreme," you can tell that Coltrane has taken over his spirit, a phenomenon he refers to as being born again. "We must extend a hand of peace to all mankind," he cries grandly, as his pianist, bassist and drummer, known collectively as the Oasis of Peace, sound the booming African beat we all got to know from Trane's signature tune.

For the past few years, Trible has been letting out his hair-raising yowls so they can be heard all over Leimert Park in Los Angeles. He stands on the little platform where the musicians play at the World Stage Performance Space or he leads the Voices of Ugmaa, standing for the Union of God's Musicians and Artists Ascension, at the eulogies and tributes at the converted movie theater around the corner. He seems to feel they can hear him on the banks of the Nile and points south.

It may be true, because Leimert Park is known the world over these days as the Brooklyn Heights of Los Angeles; and the musicians that live there are seen as the M-Base Collective of the West. One of these was Trible's mentor, the late Horace Tapscott, a pianist whose roots go back to the revolutionary band of beboppers that Billy Eckstine, Mr. B., once led.

Tapscott kept the revolution going, trundling a piano on a flatbed truck to play for the beseiged residents who were surrounded by the National Guard during the Watts riots.. And when he heard Trible shortly after the 1992 disturbance, he took him aboard the Pan African People's Arkestra, to sing Tapscott numbers like "Why Don't You Listen?," "Warriors All," "People Like Us," "Little Africa" and "Thoughts of Dar es Salaam."

"My ears are radars charting the whispers of my ancestors," Tapscott said, and Trible seems to follow his example on the stages where he sings these martial numbers, for which he draws on his gospel background.

Trible does do love songs, however, "Green Dolphin Street" or "From This Moment On." But they come out in wonderfully sinister versions during which the Trible voice, ranging from a silken Billy Eckstine pianissimo to a wide open Al Hibbler fortissimo, constructs a series of wordless cadenzas, intricate little concertos that accompany the banal pop lyrics, like a black man taking a white visitor through the ghetto. Every once in a while there's a piercing falsetto, like a siren on an emergency vehicle.

The Trible song doesn't come out of Trible throat. The mouth opens, yes, the head tilts back, the hands dance, but the sound seems to emerge from the whole arching body. Every note is lovingly attired and patted on the head as though it were a child being sent off to school.

You would not think this kind of intensity could come from Cincinnati, Ohio, but that is where Trible grew up. The songs his mother taught him were his earliest inspiration.

"My mother was a great singer," Trible remembers. "I can recall just sitting on the couch for hours just listening to her sing while she worked around the house, sort of Doris Day-oriented material she liked."

"My brother worked in a shoe shine parlor where they played Kenny Burrell and Jimmy Smith all day long, so of course he went out and got a guitar and started imitating Kenny Burrell and Wes Montgomery and stuff like that.

"And when we were kids he had girls that he fancied and he'd go hide behind the bushes and play his guitar and I'd sing the song to the girl."

At 17, Trible started singing with a gospel group that toured the country, God's Earth With Love, and on weekends when he was home, he sang at a local theater with an R&B group.

"But I got bored with singing R&B and gospel," Trible said.

"One day I saw this record and it had this lady on the cover I never heard of her before. She was kind of old, or old to me, but she didn't have a bra on, and I said, 'Well hey, this lady looks like she's probably progressive, and she might be singing jazz.' And I took this record home, and played it and it was Betty Carter.

"And when I heard that I said, this is what I want to do."

So his trek began. With that the revolutionary Carter sound in his head, Cincinnati was not big enough any more.

"When I got out here to L.A. in 1979," Trible said, "I found that the competition was very fierce, and the $300 that I came out with ran out pretty quick. Every night of the week I had a talent contest that I would go to, where they would pay like $50 to $100 to the winner. And you really, really learned how to give your all, because it meant eating."

After reaching rock bottom, a job in the warehouse at Leo's Stereo, Trible landed a singing job in a black-owned restaurant called Gaston's. "That lasted for about three years, and gave me a chance to get a lot of material together. And I began to do showcases around trying to get a record deal."

Trible began to perform weekends at Artworks4, Carl Burnett's Leimert Park community performance space that was the predecessor of the World Stage. Burnett, a veteran jazz drummer, gave him a chance to sing with his band on weekends. He landed a weekly gig at Jazz, Etc., a new club at Crenshaw and Exposition, where he was due to go on the weekend the 1992 riots erupted.

"After the riot, the first thing I wanted to do was drive down there and see if the club was still there. And of course it wasn't there, but you could still see my name on the marquee"

Sort of symbolic.

Because that shifted him to the World Stage, along with the rest of the non-industrial jazzers of the South side of L.A., and that's where Tapscott heard him. Soon he was traveling to Europe with the Arkestra..

"Once you begin to work with Horace, then you become even more popular because in the community Horace was so well respected, and if Horace chose you to sing with him, you know, if Horace said you were OK, then everybody respected you."

All this can be heard on his current CD "Horace," for Working Class Prods., on which he appears with his group, the Oasis of Peace, with John Rangel, piano, and Trevor Ware, bass. Billy Higgins guests for Dexter Story on drums and Charles Owens is the alternate for George Harper on tenor.

You can hear him on the banks of the Nile.

Text and photographs by Tony Gieske

Tony Gieske has been reviewing jazz and occasionally playing it on his cornet since the 1950s, when he wrote the jazz column for the Washington Post. Now he works for the Hollywood Reporter, where his reviews and photographs, such as these, appear regularly.The photographs are available as prints or as scans by sending an e-mail to grnskl@earthlink.net. More jazz stuff can be seen by clicking on the links beneath.

 

 

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