Thank you ❤

In 1956 I was 7 years old, but because of my mom I had a deep love of jazz, and I promised myself that one day I would become a jazz musician. I idolized Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, and Benny Goodman. We had driven across country from our home in Albuquerque NM to Wilmington Del. to visit my grandparents, and hearing that I was interested in jazz, my grandfather told me at dinner one night that the best trumpet player in the country came from Wilmington, and that I should learn about him. The very next morning at breakfast my grandfather sadly put down his newspaper and said, "Clifford brown died last night in a car accident." He got up, walked into the back yard and sat for a long time. I never for got that moment, and as I grew and learned more, I realized just how important Clifford was. My grandpa was not the only one in Wilmington who mourned Cifford...

Found Clifford's music right before my last year of high school. Nobody like him since.

Excellent. Your channel has been a great education, for talking about some of the most influential musicians of the last several generations.

This is a story I've been waiting to hear for a very long time. You're a good story teller. Don't stop now. Cheers

Wonderful. The section in the recent Sonny Rollins biography where they learn of Clifford Brown's death is devastating. It shatters that band, Max in particular takes it very hard.

RIP Clifford 🙏 ❤

" One of my fav albums is of Dinah Washington singing live in 1954 and loved the solos that Clifford played so 2 yrs ago i bought a box set of 13 CD albums that Clifford recorded and play them constantly, Also on that Jazz sides of Dinah live album Richie Powell plays piano, Richie also was in the car crash with Clifford killing them both who were in their early twenties, so sad.

His Night in Tunisian is a classic

The narrator's voice of this video is mesmerizing.

This is phenomenal. Brown's horn rings loud to this day.

In late 1989, I brought my original, 10" copy of the first Max Roach/Clifford Brown album with me to an appearance by the Max Roach Quintet - the group that had Odean Pope and Cecil Bridgewater as the front line - at the Blue Note (NYC,) hoping to get it signed. After the set was done, I made my way to the dressing room, where I was politely but firmly refused by someone working security outside of the closed door. "Mr Roach is in a meeting, now," he said. Then he saw the record. "Whoa! You know, I can take it inside and ask. Hang on a moment?" "Whose is THIS?!" Max himself had yanked open the door, kind of laughing, shaking his head, and smiling. "I haven't seen one of these in ages! Where'd you GET this?" I told him that it had belonged to my uncle, who'd given it to me. He nodded, but otherwise didn't say anything as he signed it. It got quieter. After he finished autographing the album, he just kind of held it for a moment, gazing at the cover photo. Something my 25 year-old self hadn't considered, but which suddenly had become very clear: Brownie and the others' deaths still bothered him a great deal. (As an aside, it is not known who was driving the car. It was Max's guess, per his interview in the notes to "Live at the Beehive.") "How about that," he said softly, still holding the record. "Looks like we were having a good time, too." Another beat of silence. "Well, here you go." I wanted to jump into the nearest sewer, convinced that I'd bummed out Max and ruined his night. I somehow managed to squeeze out, "Thank you. I really appreciate this, but I didn't think...um, I mean, I hope I didn't do a bad thing just now." "Aw, no" he said gently, "It feels good to see that again, really. Thanks for bringing it down." Here it is, 34 years and some change later - nearly the same number of years it had been in 1989 since Clifford Brown, Ritchie and Nancy Powell's deaths - and the fact that I brought that record to Max Roach to sign still bothers me a little. I understand, now, as I couldn't then, how it's possible for things that happened 35 years ago to feel like they just happened yesterday.

Very inspiring story , thank you !

i had no idea the man was involved in an earlier car accident that caused him that much harm. i read a sonny rollins biography that discussed the rest of the band's reaction to his death. 68 years later he's as missed as anyone could be. he'd still be younger than roy haynes!

If you’ve never heard Arturo Sandoval’s version of “I Remember Clifford”, you need to. One listen to that and ANY of Brownie’s recordings and you’ll remember Clifford too!

Wow! That was amazing. The first time I've ever heard of this man. Thank you. I love your narrations, Alexander.

Brownie should be on the Mt. Rushmore of jazz trumpeters, no question.

Cool Thanks for sharing.

good job💙thanks

My dad played with Quincey. If Mr. Jones said this then it was true!

miles ahead of Miles

Had Clifford lived no one would have heard of Miles.

Sandu. Transcendent.

what is the name of the song that plays in the background?

Once I was at a concert of Roy Hargrove at the North Sea jazzfestival In the Netherlands. In the newspaper of that day Roy was compared with Clifford Brown. Roy was 19 at that time. Dizzy Gillespie was also in that music hall and I had the opportunity to have a short chat with him. "Is he the new Clifford Brown", I asked him. Gillespie answered and said:"" there will never be another Clifford Brown". Well I think this is so very much true. Everywhere in the world they play "I remember Clifford". Booker Little , he was also a great trumpeter that died much too early, he was still a young man.