He was whimsically erudite. It’s impossible for me to limit anything to one sentence or one statement but if I had to, that would be how I’d characterize Brubeck. And if allowed only one more sentence, I’d try to convey my love of his thick, chunky chords with sprinkles of more lightly touched, syncopated, now signature, rhythms. Offered a third sentence, I'd try to capture how elegantly he and Paul Desmond put 9/8 and 4/4 meters in the back of the family station wagon, with snacks, and told them to play pretty together during the drive.
What a great 91 year run Mr. Brubeck had…in a marrow sucking… “let’s get/give all of this while we can” kinda way…really, really living and really present. Most everyone I reckon, will be hearing Blue Rondo A La Turk or Take Five in the background as news spots and online articles give him his due. But I’ve found something else to share with you. I love the clip below because it conveys Mr. Brubeck’s genius, his poised affability and most of all…his humanity.