A mockingbird sang on Citrus Place




 


A mockingbird sang near Citrus Place, which was the next best thing to a nightingale in Berkeley Square, and Annie Ross, dressed California-style in a gray sweat suit and handmade earrings, got a certain little twinkle in her eye.


"Been up all night with that one. Sounds like he's auditioning or something," she said. She peered cautiously into the relentless sunshine and spotted the bird on top of a phone pole. She sighed.


"I like L.A. a little better now that they've found my luggage," she went on. That explained the sweat suit, not really Ross' style since she's been living in London; Her luggage, containing her wardrobe and the music she'd brought for an American tour, had been missing for four days: "My life was in those bags!"


But with the help of pianist Nat Pierce, she tracked down the suitcases, which are winging their way here from New York, Pierce, with bassist Monte Budwig and drummer Dick Berk, is accompanying her during her engagement through tonight at the Vine Street Bar & Grill, the first club date she's played on the coast since the 1960s, when she was Ross of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross.


"I've been living in London for the last 17 years, and I haven't really been singing that much, certainly not jazz. I did ‘Pirates of Penzance' for a year and a half at the Theater Royal in Drury Lane. I played the nursemaid, called Ruth.


"But that's not really singing jazz. I do miss jazz. But also I like to do a whole lot of other things. Like, I like to do a lot of acting, which they don't know about here.


"I did Superman the movie with Richie Pryor. I played the evil sister of Robert Vaughan. But people didn't recognize me nor did they connect THE Annie Ross with the Annie Ross that was on the screen,.

"And then I did Arthur Miller's 'A View From the Bridge' at the Old Vie. I played the wife.


"I was asked to join the Royal Shakespeare Company for a year, but I was just about to open in New York, and there was no way I could get out of my contract, so I couldn't do that.


"I had no way of breaking in an act. I came cold from finishing on a Saturday night in October at the Old Vie, straight to Michael's Pub and opening on a Tuesday.

This was her American re-debut.


"Basically what I do now is a little bit of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross, things of my own (if she never did anything else, Ross, 54, would! go down in jazz history as the author of “Twisted”), numbers with a kind of comedy thing to them. I do 'Goin' to Chicago,' and 'Jumpin' at the Woodside,' and 'Saturday Night Fish Fry' and “Tea for Two' and “I’ll See You Again,' and Mozart: 'Blue Rondo a la Turk."


The twinkle comes into her eyes, which also have a kind of Simone Signoret air, without the dark circles. Not many realize that the Brubeck warhorse is based on a theme by Mozart. But Annie does. She's hip.


Born in Surrey, England, but raised in Los Angeles and was a graduate of Hawthorne Elementary School in Beverly Hills, Ross is the niece of the late Ella Logan and played Judy Garland's sister in "Presenting Lily Mars" back in 1942.


She was a band singer in Europe and worked briefly with Lionel Hampton before joining Dave Lambert and Jon Hendricks for the fateful New York session that produced "Sing Along With Basie" for ABC-Paramount under the direction of renowned producer Creed Taylor.


"I was at a friend's house in New York who had a small record company and he got a call from Davey, and he came over with Jon to demonstrate to my friend the idea they had for the Basie arrangements. And I happened to be there and I thought it was great and I'd already done 'Twisted,' so it was my kind of thing.


"My friend suggested Creed Taylor and they got a record date. They had something like six women and six men, session singers, who were going to do four-tracks. They rang me up and said, would I like to come down and coach the women in the Basie feel, which, you know, it's impossible.


"I went down anyway and they recorded two or three tracks and it sounded terrible. It didn't swing — they hit all the notes, but that wasn't it.


"Well, the time hadn't been used up yet, but the money was turning over. And Creed Taylor said 'Well, can you think of anything? I mean, we've got nothing! What are we going to do?' And Dave suggested the multitracking.


"Well, it worked. We were delighted and Creed was delighted, and that was how it all started."


It lasted until 1962. They were socko at the Playboy Festival and boffo at the Monterey Festival and every music lover's home in the nation had at least one Lambert, Hendricks & Ross LP around somewhere.


But in 1962, Annie decided to leave the act, and after that it was never the same.


"Touring was very difficult for a female at that time. Because guys, as much as they love you, they like to get out on their own. They like to go and pick up a chick and have a drink and blah, blah, blah. They get tired of kind of escorting you. And I wound up just being in my hotel room watching television and thinking (here she sang a few notes, perfectly in tune, too), 'Is that all there is?'

"I finally decided I wanted to go back to London, and when we went there to appear, I said 'I'm gonna stay.' And they didn't believe me. And I said 'I am here, I'm staying.'


And she did. Seventeen years later, she is still hanging in there.


"I'm gonna stay in jazz and I'm gonna stay in New York City. I hope maybe an album is the next step. I had a talk with Sweets (Harry Edison) before he left for New York, and we're trying to formulate a thing, because I'd love to do something with James Moody and Sweets and myself.


"The other day I was walking along Madison Avenue and I passed a police station and a black policeman came out off duty and he's walking up the street singing 'Moody's Mood for Love.' He did the female chorus, the whole thing, walking along Madison Avenue. Out of sight! I was thrilled.”


Outside on Citrus Place, the mockingbird couldn’t stop singing either.

Written for the Los Angeles Herald Examiner of June 29, 1985

 





 

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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The night they remembered Woody

Woody remembers Woody

Woodchoppin' for the old Woodchopper

The blue flame goes out

Riding with the boys on the Count Basie bus

A mockingbird sang on Citrus Place: Annie Ross

Melissa Manchester's voice does everything she asks

Earthy delights with the Bricktop of the blues

Uan Rasey: Play it reverently

Young Jazz Giants: Newsy and juicy

A taste of the new Brownie, Maurice Brown

Hank Jones: Not a minute to waste

Horace Silver becomes more spiritual

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Gerald Wilson reveals the secret of bebop

Teddy Edwards: 'You ain't done nothing but play great.'

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Tiny Grimes: 'I never could afford the other two strings'

'Ain't that a bitch!' said Jay McShann

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Hamp's last stand

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Final flight

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The real Count

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Jazz Fusion Is Not Dead: Billy Cobham

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Snakes in the Clover: Steve Lacy

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Les Paul, Solid Body

Billy Higgins: We're really blessed

A night full of deep things: Charles Lloyd

Death of the horse whisperer

Talking about Chet Baker

A visit from the Poinciana Kid

 Adieu to Art, a Euro-gentleman of jazz

Blues for Bags, 1923-99

A night with the Florence nightingales 

 An ancient afternoon with Dizzy

Bill Berry's Own Private Ellington

A Bowl full of bebop

A blessing blows into town

Blowing with Buckaroo Banzai

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