His legacy is enormous…and yet I’m still (pleasantly) surprised at how many comments this thread has generated! Glad to see his work wasn’t totally overlooked.
RIP
RIP
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Pharoah Sanders has passed....
- Thread starter JRA
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I bought Thembi way back in the mid ‘70s,I was just starting to listen to Jazz/Fusion at the time and absolutely loved the album, sad loss.
well I posted this when Charnett Moffett died a little while ago, but it's a beautiful sad anthem with Pharoah Sanders playing too, no solo, just the theme.
A memory: Must have been the summer of 1973, a couple friends and I decided to go see Pharoah. We were just kids. We'd been at another friend's place up on West 93rd, where we'd been indulging ourselves with various illegal substances. So when we got down to the East Village and started walking on 3rd Street toward Alphabet City, we were feeling very jolly indeed. Blissfully unaware, we walked past a lot of open-front bars and, for lack of a better word, social halls. The residents were probably looking at us and thinking "Fresh Meat!" but they left us alone. We paid our $5 (that seemed like a lot in '73) and got seats and drinks. And then Pharoah came out with his big metal bowl, struck it with a rod, and waved it around in front of a microphone, making different parts of the club vibrate. (In our collective state, this was waaay cool
) Then he picked up a wood flute and played on that for a while. Finally, he picked up his tenor, and as he got rolling, people started going nuts. As I remember it, he played nonstop for more than an hour. A torrent of sound--he blew the house down! By now, it was 1:30 am, and we picked up to leave. Here's the wild part: Pharoah himself came up to us and asked us why we had to leave. We made some lame excuse, and splurged on a cab back uptown.
Epilogue: 20 years later, I took my wife's 15-year-old nephew to see Pharoah at the RegattaBar in Cambridge MA. We went to dinner first, and I told him the story I just told you. When he came on stage, he had the bowl, the rod, the wood flute, etc. and for one evening, I became the coolest Uncle ever.
) Then he picked up a wood flute and played on that for a while. Finally, he picked up his tenor, and as he got rolling, people started going nuts. As I remember it, he played nonstop for more than an hour. A torrent of sound--he blew the house down! By now, it was 1:30 am, and we picked up to leave. Here's the wild part: Pharoah himself came up to us and asked us why we had to leave. We made some lame excuse, and splurged on a cab back uptown.Epilogue: 20 years later, I took my wife's 15-year-old nephew to see Pharoah at the RegattaBar in Cambridge MA. We went to dinner first, and I told him the story I just told you. When he came on stage, he had the bowl, the rod, the wood flute, etc. and for one evening, I became the coolest Uncle ever.
A memory: Must have been the summer of 1973, a couple friends and I decided to go see Pharoah. We were just kids. We'd been at another friend's place up on West 93rd, where we'd been indulging ourselves with various illegal substances. So when we got down to the East Village and started walking on 3rd Street toward Alphabet City, we were feeling very jolly indeed. Blissfully unaware, we walked past a lot of open-front bars and, for lack of a better word, social halls. The residents were probably looking at us and thinking "Fresh Meat!" but they left us alone. We paid our $5 (that seemed like a lot in '73) and got seats and drinks. And then Pharoah came out with his big metal bowl, struck it with a rod, and waved it around in front of a microphone, making different parts of the club vibrate. (In our collective state, this was waaay cool
Epilogue: 20 years later, I took my wife's 15-year-old nephew to see Pharoah at the RegattaBar in Cambridge MA. We went to dinner first, and I told him the story I just told you. When he came on stage, he had the bowl, the rod, the wood flute, etc. and for one evening, I became the coolest Uncle ever.
What a wonderful recollection. That's interesting that he bothered to ask why you guys were leaving.
Truly a one of a kind musical legend.
Truly a one of a kind musical legend.
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How about a little Sonny Sharrock w/ Pharoah Sanders?
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Love that album!!! Charnett Moffett (RIP) & Elvin Jones, too (RIP).
RIP, sir...
How about a little Sonny Sharrock w/ Pharoah Sanders?
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Love that album!!! Charnett Moffett (RIP) & Elvin Jones, too (RIP).
RIP, sir...
perfect! great experience with one of the greats, wonderful story.A memory: Must have been the summer of 1973, a couple friends and I decided to go see Pharoah. We were just kids. We'd been at another friend's place up on West 93rd, where we'd been indulging ourselves with various illegal substances. So when we got down to the East Village and started walking on 3rd Street toward Alphabet City, we were feeling very jolly indeed. Blissfully unaware, we walked past a lot of open-front bars and, for lack of a better word, social halls. The residents were probably looking at us and thinking "Fresh Meat!" but they left us alone. We paid our $5 (that seemed like a lot in '73) and got seats and drinks. And then Pharoah came out with his big metal bowl, struck it with a rod, and waved it around in front of a microphone, making different parts of the club vibrate. (In our collective state, this was waaay cool
Epilogue: 20 years later, I took my wife's 15-year-old nephew to see Pharoah at the RegattaBar in Cambridge MA. We went to dinner first, and I told him the story I just told you. When he came on stage, he had the bowl, the rod, the wood flute, etc. and for one evening, I became the coolest Uncle ever.
