Here's a beautifully written passage on pianist Fats Waller from Jazz (Norton), a deftly written book by Gary
Giddins and Scott DeVeaux. Jazz provides you with a robust,
friendly overview of the music and artists as well as an in-depth
analysis of select recordings:
"Adapting the guise of a Harlem dandy—in a derby, vest, and tailored pinstripes—Fat Waller
burlesqued the worst of Tin Pan Alley, creating satirical gems with painfully sentimental material like The Curse of an Aching Heart. At the same time, he could be touchingly sincere with good songs, like I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter.
"Waller possessed a mildly strident voice of surprising suppleness, using different
registers for different effects: middle octave for straightforward singing, low notes for rude asides, high ones for feminine mockery. Humor enabled Waller to sweep up the musical debris of the day, inflecting it with his own spirit.
"At the same time, Waller created several impeccable
solo piano works—usually of his own invention though some were based on standards—that suggested an artistic potential far beyond his studio repertory."


Fats,a jazz icon,a brilliant,honkytonk,power'n'soft piano...thanks Fats!
Posted by: dakotayellowred | March 11, 2010 at 08:55 AM
Mama don' 'low no numb-fumblin' fractious fingers 'round here... but the Fat Man played both ends of his keyboards against the middle, C and otherwise, and some of his clowning was more Pagliacci than palliative.
Posted by: Ed Leimbacher | March 12, 2010 at 12:47 PM