excerpt from 'Hear Me Talkin' To Ya: The Classic Story of Jazz as Told by the Men Who Made It' pp. 99 (144 words)
excerpt from 'Hear Me Talkin' To Ya: The Classic Story of Jazz as Told by the Men Who Made It' pp. 99 (144 words)
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One of the things that struck me most at the Royal Gardens was the smile of Baby Dodds. When he played drums he had the most patched-up material for a drum set that I'd ever seen in my life, but he had a rhythm entirely his own, and I feel that as a drummer he has more personality than any other specialist on any other instrument. He was a man of natural playfulness, possessed by rhythm. Just to see him smile and to hear his beat would make you happy. As for Johnny Dodds, his brother, I sincerely believe that he was the greatest clarinetist that ever lived and I've never heard any clarinetist play like he did in the lower register of his instrument. There was no other orchestra during that time the could play like Joe Oliver and his Creole Jazz Band. |
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