Lionel Hampton “Golden Vibes”

A year (1959) before Lionel Hampton’s “Silver Vibes,” came this one, subtitled: “with reeds and rhythm.” What I said (in my earlier review) about the Silver Vibes album cover also applies here (though this one is much better, overall). As usual, I can listen to Lionel Hampton records all night long, and as I’ve said before, the jazz vibraphone is perhaps my earliest memory of music—from my dad’s collection—probably meant to quiet me in my crib. And here I sit six decades later, still listening to Hamp in my “crib”—though, since having replaced the formula bottle with the bourbon bottle, and since, the sparkling water. Oh, well, the music makes me happy to simply be alive. This record features a song I’m most obsessed with (“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”) and one of my favorite jazz compositions (’Round Midnight”) as well as standards I recognize, some I don’t, and some Hampton compositions with names like “Vibraholidy.”

It starts off with “My Prayer”—which immediately beams you into a smoky, dim cocktail lounge, candlelit through red glass, with mysterious figures deep in the shadows. I don’t know about you, but I’m drinking a Rusty Nail. It occurs to me now, that’s an awful name for any drink—and particularly that one. Should I start drinking again, I’m going to rename it “Lauren Bacall”—though, there probably is one. Cocktails are like band names. If there isn’t a cocktail called “But Beautiful”—there should be—and this version, here. Okay. (Not) in keeping with the Olympic medals model, I’ve got to say, as good as this record is, I do like Silver Vibes better—but that’s a unique and exceptional recording. That’s the one with trombones on all the tracks—if I remember correctly. A pretty stunning record. I don’t think he did a “Bronze Vibes”—that would be too weird… maybe I’m wrong. So many records—I’m not even going to check them all. He was active over the large part of the 20th Century—a pretty amazing dude.

The liner notes, by Irving Townsend, cover the back cover—worth reading, too—gives you the sense of where Lionel Hampton was as popular recording artist when this record came out (the year before I was born). For an odd minute, while listening to the record and reading the back cover, then looking at the generic yet classy album cover, I got this strong feeling of what it might have been like back then, at the time this record came out—the feeling you’d get going to your local record store and buying this album brand new. You’ve already heard a few Lionel Hampton records, of course, or maybe you have several, like my dad did, and then you get this one, and it’s all new to you. Really exciting. When was the last time I went out and bought a contemporary record new, and had that sensation? Well, a few years ago I did, but had to get it mail-order—and it felt different than going to the record store and picking out the record, based on experiences, but also curiosity. I wish I could talk to my dad right now about buying all the jazz records that he had—how he knew about them, where he got the records, which ones first, and how he felt hearing a new one.

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