'I never wanted a band'


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One of the city's greatest jazz treasures won a little recognition late in life: On a Sunday in September, 1987, Marshal Royal, the alto saxophonist, was given an award from the L.A. Jazz Society for a lifetime of musical achievement.

He received the honor at a ceremonial concert at the Hyatt Regency downtown, when the society bestowed its principal annual tribute on bassist Red Callender, whose autobiography, "Unfinished Dream," has recently been published by Quartet Books.

But they hadn't written the book yet on Royal, who was turning 75 that year, and when they did, it was no easy job because was a behind-the-scenes stalwart, a yeoman in the trenches who never had his own band.

"I never wanted a band," said Royal, who was remembered by local big-band followers as the lead alto player in Bill Berry's L.A. Band and by jazz lovers everywhere as Count Basie's lead alto player for 18 years.

"I'd teach guys, and I'd work as a helper or instructor or whatever it was and be assigned by the leader to show somebody what was happening. I don't like to be bothered with people's problems. You always have that in bands. As a leader, you have to look after people that don't know how to act, a lot of times."

It doesn't sound like he does much, the way Royal puts it. But when he's in the sax section with his trusty old Conn, he can make the whole band sound and swing like Duke Ellington. And he has a few other talents besides blowing his horn.

For instance, let's say you're Mel Brooks and you think it would be a funny scene in a movie if the hero is riding along through the desert and suddenly comes across the entire Count Basie band blowing "April in Paris," as in "Blazing Saddles." The man you would get as music contractor is Marshal Royal.

It was Marshal Royal who helped Lionel Hampton form his first big band in 1941, recommending Dexter Gordon for the tenor chair. And it was Marshal Royal who helped put together the resurgent Basie band of the early 1950s, with Lucky Thompson and Wardell Gray on tenors, and became its musical director or burgomaster as he was called.

Royal was born on the road, in Sapulpa, Okla., when his family was passing through on the way to Los Angeles. His mother, his father and his uncle had a pre-World War I group called the Royal Family Orchestra. In 1925, young Marshal joined up on violin.

"I know every place that ever opened here in Los Angeles, from 1926 or so," he said. "This place they're trying to reconstruct on Central Avenue called the Dunbar Hotel, I used to cross that vacant lot going to junior high school.

"During those days, blacks weren't allowed or welcomed into other places in the city. This was the first hotel that was ever built in Los Angeles as a first class hotel for blacks. Duke Ellington stayed there when he came here in 1930 for the first time to do a picture called "Check and Double Check," with Amos and Andy.

"I played violin and saxophone in that picture, and that's when I first met Ellington, since I was working next door to the Dunbar, in a nightclub that later became the Club Alabam. It was then the Apex club, owned by Curtis Mosby."

Royal worked in Curtis Mosby's band, and then landed a gig at age 18 with Les Hite's band at Frank Sebastian's Cotton Club, a huge place on Washington Boulevard in Culver City that seated 1,200. There he got to know Fats Waller.

Waller would front that band when he got to town, and Lionel Hampton was in it, playing drums. So after Hite broke up in the late 1930s, Royal and his brother Ernie, a trumpet phenomenon, joined Hamp in New York.

"I was the guy that formed that band for Lionel Hampton, and my first wife, Evelyn Myers, was the first vocalist in the band.

"He really intended to have seventeen pieces playing whole note harmonies while he played his vibraphones," Royal recounts in his autobiography. "I don't think anybody would have stood for that, but he might have had some success. I rehearsed that band for him down at my old stomping ground, the Club Alabam, while he stood over to the side and watched.

Royal on duty with a big band during a tribute to his departed  friend Nat Pierce at the Musician's Union hall on Vine Street.

"When we first started out,  Lionel hardly had any book at all. He came into the band business with just some take-offs on things he had done with Benny Goodman. He was sextet minded. Sometimes the sextet within the new group would play for 15 or 20 minutes before the band ever came in.

"The first week that we started rehearsing, his repertoire was sterile, just nothing. I introduced him to a fellow we called the Fox, whose real name was George Williams. The Fox worked day and night for five days making arrangements, and just like that, we had a book."

The band lost a tenorman to bad whisky and mean women on the way home from a date in Vancouver. 

"We decided to try Dexter Gordon as his replacement on tenor. Dexter's father was my doctor and a personal friend of the family. Besides that, my brother and Dexter had gone to Jefferson High School at the same time and they knew each other. 

"The other tenor player was Illinois Jacquet. This little fellow from Louisiana proved to be an influential member of the band. He had a vivacious personality and his tenor saxophone voice was an important part of the hot playing.

"  'Flying Home' was one of the numbers on which we didn't have a written arrangement. We usually started out with the six-piece jam band ...(and) we might play five, ten, even fifteen minutes before the band ever came back in.

"But when we recorded the number, it had to be condensed down to fit the three minute time limit on ten- inch records. It was Jacquet's exciting solo on the tune which made this a hit record for us. I think it actually was our first big hit record.

"We were recording in a studio which was high up on the 34th floor of a building in downtown Manhattan. Through the windows, we could see New York's harbor, where all the big ships were docked. While we watched, the Normandie, a famed passenger ship of that time, burst into flames and we saw it burning.

"In between doing takes on 'Flying Home' and looking out the window, this important passenger ship turned over on the side in the harbor. The firemen had poured so much water on it that the ship lost balance! 

Royal left Hamp after a managerial contretemps and joined the Navy, where he played in a couple of bands, and settled in Los Angeles to play the clubs with the Central Avenue cats or the fast guys from the studios. But after a while, he got restless.

"Count Basie called me to join him toward the end of 1950. I only intended to stay out for three or four months, but ended up staying with him for 20 years. At the time, Count had an exciting seven-piece group including Clark Terry on trumpet. Wardell Gray was the third horn. 

There was also the perennial Freddie Green on guitar. Freddie had been with Basie since the Lord formed the world... from 1937 until he died just a couple of years ago. He never played electric guitar, always just straight acoustic guitar and he was the best that ever did it...."

You'll have to go to Royal's book for his pithy thumbnails of the rest of the Basie guys, Jimmy Lewis, the bass player, Lucky Thompson and Wardell Gray ("Twisted") on tenor saxes; Charlie Fowlkes, baritone; Ernie Wilkins, alto, Al Porcino, trumpet; Matthew Gee, trombone; Sonny Payne, drums; Paul Quinichette, tenor; Al Grey, trombone; Joe Williams, vocals; Frank Foster and Frank Wess, saxophones, Thad Jones, trumpet; Quincy Jones, Billy Byers, Nat Pierce and Neal Heft, arrangers.. most of the great mid-century jazz talents came aboard at one time or another.

Joe Williams and Count Basie turned out to be a terrific combination, with a string of big sellers. Next time we came into Birdland in New York, we were all the rage. The Birdland ads would simply read "Basie's Back," with no name, just the address of Birdland under it. That was enough.  The whole town came to hear us. Fancy automobiles would be parked three deep, Cadillacs, Mercedes, Rolls Royces and what have you  parked for the whole block between 52nd and 53rd Streets.

I rehearsed that band, took some things out and put them together, made them more playable and successful. That was my job. Being with a big band was my meat, what I enjoyed playing the most then and still do.

It happened very gradually that Count had come to lean on me. It was just that I'd be there. We'd run into something and he'd say, "Hey, Marshal, what can we do over here? What's wrong over there?"

"The fellows in the band called Basie "the Chief" and I was called 'the Burgermeister' because I was the music director, in charge of a whole lot of the rehearsing of that 1950s band.

I left Basie in January of 1970 within a few days of being with the band for twenty years. I stuck with this band over the years that we were really scuffling, trying to make it, over the rough periods. And I watched it become a success. Count and I worked together and I can't say that we every really had an argument over the entire twenty years."

Marshal Royal never wanted his own band.

 

Royal off duty during an intermission at the John Anson Ford amphitheatre, where he was playing with a big band, the Capp-Pierce Juggernaut.

 

 

 

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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