"Do you carry a DVD of Erroll Garner?"
"Oh, I know that, it's like, um, adventures of Erroll Garner, right?"
"Uh, I don't think so, I think it's something like Erroll Garner in concert."
"No, my boyfriend showed it to me. He, like, fights pirates and stuff, right?"
"What kind of movie is it?"
"He's a jazz musician. It's a concert film."
"Oh, right. I'm thinking of Errol Flynn."
Actually, it's called Erroll Garner in Performance, and consists of two 35-minute sets taped in 1964 for the BBC series Jazz 625. In fairness, Garner's attack does indicate a swashbuckling fortitude, a piratical confidence, an adventurer's audacity. Still, not long agoOK, 25 years agoevery record store clerk in the nation knew Erroll from Errol, simply because of the volume of records he moved, as suggested by an earlier tête-à-tête. Having first encountered Garner at a 1964 concert in Queens, I had bicycled the next morning to a record store and looked in vain for a Garner bin or, failing that, Garner albums in the miscellaneous G section. I asked an employee, "Is it possible you don't have a single record by Erroll Garner?"
"No, it's not possible. We have lots of Garner. Where did you look?"
"We don't keep him there," he said, leading me to the section for pop pianists like Roger Williams, Ferrante and Teicher, and Carmen Cavallaro. Perhaps sensing my embarrassment even to be seen in this vicinity, the clerk reached into the large Garner bin, pulled out Concert by the Sea, and said, "This is what you're looking for." He explained that no guilt by association was intended; it was just that a large part of Garner's tremendous following had no interest in jazz. He was wrong about associative guilt, though. Although many jazz critics acclaimed Garner as a giant, many others dismissed him as middlebrow: One Down Beat critic likened him to a can of soup, and another argued that he had been in decline since 1948. How good can he be if everyone understands what he's doing?
Or rather, how bad can he be if he routinely holds the interest of the great unwashed with six- and eight-minute improvisations in a totally original style that influenced practically every jazz and pop pianist aliveif not to play like Garner, then at least to express his joy. John Coltrane's line about Stan Getz ("We'd all like to sound like that if we could") applies emphatically to Garner; no matter how dreamy, rhapsodic, or laggardly his playing may be, it always radiates contagious delight, gaiety, energy, exuberance. Imagine feeling as good for one hour of each day as Garner apparently felt every time he played piano. The consistency alone is anti-jazz, to the degree that jazz reflects manifold feelingseven Fats Waller recorded sorrowful lamentsand normal people are usually less than ebullient.
But who said that Garner was normal? Picking out complicated melodies at age three and broadcasting professionally at age 10, he created a style so much his ownwithout learning to read a note of musicthat it has abided as a kind of jazz orphan, without ancestry or descendants. Yet one recognizes multiple seasonings in the compoundLisztian rhapsody, Debussyan harmony, Wallerian stride, big-band riffs, Powellian involution, Monkian rhythmic displacementdespite the self-contained singularity that inclines other pianists to take on the Garner gestalt. Midway in, say, a Jaki Byard solo, a Garneresque passage has the effect of a Jimmy Cagney impression interrupting a dramatic monologue. On his own, Garner can be plenty dramatic; cited by others, he represents humor or well-being. Garner wrote 200 songs in addition to "Misty," on which he probably could have retired early, and even the mistiest and dreamiest of those tunes signify affirmation.
Beyond emotional constancy, the stylistic ingredients that make up the Garner approach are easily tallied: droll abstract introductions, metronomic time, flashing octaves, strummed or broken or cascading chords, winsome variations, impressionistic harmonies, guitar- or harp-like arpeggios, extreme shifts in dynamics, orchestral pounding, and quirkily protracted or abrupt closings. The rhythmic independence of his hands suggested a disconnect bordering on twin personalities; indeed, an associate pointed out that Garner could sign autographs with either hand. For all his fabled spontaneity (he once recorded three albums' worth of material at a single session, and frequently barged into a number with no preconception of what he would play), Garner developed a standard format. The intro leads to a theme statement, a single-notes variation (frequently beginning with a pianissimo right hand), a storming block-chord episode, a reprise of the theme, and a coda. The variations might be one chorus or several, and he might alternate the linear and block-chord inventions until exhausting his interest in a piece. What he rarely exhausted was his audience's patience.
His playing does not avert predictability. The stabilizing nature of Garner's style can become tiresome if you know the drill, and a surplus of rote Garner defines the limits of joy when it lacks inspiration. Yet as the DVD shows (the first set is mostly excellent, the second starts brilliantly and then flags), he could almost always sustain an audience's fascination. Two things invariably keep the train on track. First, he swings hard enough to allay reservations; if he has charge of your foot, he can get to your mind. Second, and more impressively, he improvises with a matchless lucidity that allows people who glaze over at the thought of improvisation to follow Garner's most fanciful inventions. One way he pulls this off is by introducing a motif or secondary theme; its recurrence has a subliminal effect not unlike rhyming verse. He also intersperses notes or chords from the themeusually at turnbacks, like road markersto keep it in plain sight. A typical example is "How High the Moon" (1950): The improv begins with a phrase played twice, which is echoed in the first two bars of each of the succeeding eight-bar segments. Add contrasting dynamics, a device few jazz pianists other than Cecil Taylor and Ahmad Jamal have explored before or after Garner, and you have a music so spellbinding it could be dangerous in the wrong hands.
If this counts as easy listening, it's the sort that carries an emotional wallop and reveals increasing intricacies and intimacies over time. I speak from modest experience, having seen Garner on two occasions, a decade apart. The first time he opened for Lionel Hampton at the New York World's Fair in September 1964. I had come to see Hampton and groaned upon learning that I'd have to sit through an hour of someone I expected to be as deep as Tyrone Power playing Eddie Duchin. He walked out with the Manhattan phone book under his arm, placed it on the piano bench (this was standard practice for the man who wrote "Afternoon of an Elf"), and for the next hour, without a break or a word (also standard practicehe never introduced tunes or musicians), shook the Singer Bowl. I left before Hampton arrived, not wanting anything to trample the reverberations of that music.
Given his high-priced celebrity (he was the only jazz musician presented by Sol Hurok), Garner stopped working New York jazz clubs by the late '60s, and so a generation of jazz lovers never got to see him. But as a fledgling writer, I was comped for a set of what turned out to be his last New York engagement, at the St. Regis's Maisonette Room, in May and June of 1974. He had added congas to his usual bass and drums backing, but everything else was the samethe phonebook, the lack of speech, the driving intensity. He did nothing to entertain the well-heeled crowd except play with everything he had; nor did anything in his tune selection or treatments imply pandering. Yet he had the room in his thrall, not a whisper anywhere.
Garner died two years later, of cancer, at the age of 55, still a major attraction throughout the world. But people and record companies forget. While many Garner CDs are available, some of the best are not; Columbia has yet to release a decently mastered edition of Concert by the Sea, reputedly jazz's first million-selling album and an abiding example of Garner at his peak. The DVDtwo sets succinctly introduced by critic Steve Race, filmed in 1964 and broadcast in early 1965is a time machine. It offers close-ups of Garner's expressive hands and insights into the ways of the rhythm section (bassist Eddie Calhoun and drummer Kelly Martin, like their predecessors and successors, never solo; the drummer usually uses brushes; neither man knows what tune an intro may spark; Garner cues arranged episodes with slight nods), as well as a reminder of how engaging a performer he washis perspiring face rolling to the beat and reacting to various conceits, though his eyes are usually set on the middle- distance, whether twinkling, buggy, or transported. Garner is superb on "Just One of Those Things" (fast and witty), a "Spring" medley (extended intro and theme statement of nearly vocal timbre), "Laura" (an early hit that suited him uncannily well), "Sonny Boy" (he'd just recorded At the Movies), "Honeysuckle Rose" (a rare instance of his expeditious stride, plus a boogie-woogie episode), "Jeannine (I Dream of Lilac Time)" (convoluted and surprising), and a robust "I Could Have Danced All Night" that salvages a trite "On the Street Where You Live." The audio is thin, but an audio-only performance of "Misty" captures Garner's resonant sound; a video component for "Misty" is shown on the menu screen, but is inexplicably cut off after a minute or so.
Garner recorded between 1944 and 1973, almost always with just a rhythm section, though there was a famous date with Charlie Parker, a jam with Wardell Gray, several solo sessions, and the occasional anomaly, notably the unjustly forgotten Music for Tired Lovers, with vocals by Woody Herman. The Complete Savoy Master Takes collects the '40s records that made him famous, as well as a Slam Stewart session. The 1954 Contrasts is an excellent set of mature Garner, including the original "Misty," the ingeniously relentless "7-11 Jump," and a rare blues. Telarc issued several '60s and '70s albums as twofersthe enchanting At the Movies is coupled with the much less endearing brass section of Up in Erroll's Room. Previously unreleased material collected on five discs in Emarcy's "The Erroll Garner Collection" amounts to an unmitigated gift, especially Easy to Love and Solo Time, which includes a striding "The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise" that turns into "Our Waltz" and "I Can't Escape From You"no one had a larger repertoire of obscure songs. But much of the best Garner was recorded for Columbia between 1950 and 1958, when he successfully sued the label for releasing what he considered substandard material. A couple of anthologies were released more than a decade ago with dreadful sound, so much work needs to be done in restoring such masterly tracks as "Girl of My Dreams," "Caravan," "Avalon," "The Man I Love" (great drumming by Specs Powell), "Will You Still Be Mine," "Love for Sale," and many others, not to mention albums like Paris Impressions and Concert by the Sea, all of which could be prescribed as over-the-counter antidepressants. Guaranteed: no side effects.