| I know he'll never be forgotten Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always remember Always The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heard Truly, they repeat him yet Even yet So those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live forever |
Oh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We remember Each and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet tone Such exquisite singing In every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone away I only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him still I know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrowned I know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
Biography

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Clifford Brown was born October 30, 1930 in Wilmington, Delaware. As a young
high school student Brown began playing trumpet and within a very short time
was active in college and other youth bands. By his late teens he had
attracted the favourable attention of leading jazzmen, including fellow
trumpeters Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis and Fats Navarro. At the end of the
40s he was studying music at Maryland University and in 1952, following
recovery from a serious road accident, he made his first records with Chris
Powell and Tadd Dameron. In the autumn of 1953 he was a member of the big
band Lionel Hampton took to Europe. Liberally filled with precocious talent,
this band attracted considerable attention during its tour. Contrary to
contractual stipulations, many of the young musicians moonlighted on various
recordings and Brown in particular was singled out for such sessions. Back
in the USA, Brown was fired along with most of the rest of the band when
Hampton learned of the records they had made. Brown then joined Art Blakey
and in mid-1954 teamed up with Max Roach to form the Clifford Brown-Max
Roach Quintet. The quintet was quickly recognized as one of the outstanding
groups in contemporary jazz and Brown as a major trumpeter and composer. On
June 26th, 1956, while driving between engagements during a nationwide tour,
Brown and another quintet member, pianist Richie Powell, were killed in a
road accident.
The early death of musicians in jazz, and of talented artists in other
fields, has often led to the creation of legends. Inevitably, in many cases
the legend greatly exceeds the reality, and speculation on what might have
been relies more upon the imagination of the recounter than upon any hard
evidence. In the case of Clifford Brown, the reality of the legend is
impossible to refute. At a time when many modern jazz trumpeters sought
technical expertise at the expense of tone, Brown, in common with his friend
and paradigm, Navarro, had technique to spare but also developed a rich,
full and frequently beautiful tone. At the same time, whether playing at
scorching tempos or on languorous ballads, his range was exhaustive. He was
enormously and brilliantly inventive but his search for original ideas was
never executed at the expense of taste. In all his work, Brown displayed the
rare combination of supreme intelligence and great emotional depths. His
playing was only one aspect of his talent; he was also a fine composer,
creating many works that have become modern jazz standards. Although his
career was brief, Brown's influence persisted for a while in the work of Lee
Morgan and throughout succeeding decades in that of Freddie Hubbard.
Fortunately for jazz fans, Brown's own work persists in the form of his
recordings, almost any of which can be safely recommended as outstanding
examples of the very best of jazz. Indeed, all of his recordings with Roach
are classics.




