Frank Lowe....was Frank Lowe.
We'd hang...listen to music all day. He never said a bad word about anyone. EVER.
What a cool guy. He was not only one of my hero's...but a real friend to me.
A real friend I learned a lot from musically.We'd listen to Warne Marsh, Art Pepper or King Curtis with Chubby Checker. Frank loved it. He had these ideas on music...almost basic/ but refreshing compared to the intellectual dung that can get slung. He was fun, deep and street smart. I had a NY clinic with me and Mike Brecker and I brought Frank along to hang. The conversation between him and Brecker was amazing. Frank was asking him about the 2ed DREAMS record...and also when Mike saw Trane in Philly. Which was wild cuz- Mike told me this a lot. During the concert- Trane put the horn down & beat his chest. Frank had seen Trane do that as well. Not much later Trane passed. Odd but...I still wonder....:scratch:
Frank Lowe was the essence of hip. He had an essence...a respect for the music
that was contagious. I drew much knowledge and inspiration from him.
My life would have not been the same had I not known him. He hipped me to
things about jazz that I felt very, very fortunate to be involved
with.
Lowe even dedicated a song to me he composed called "Tims Whim." Written
on a series of notes and tones I laid on him once when practicing.
Things are notthe same without his vibe on 43ed St.
He could just make you want to practice and study...and LISTEN.
He loved everything... he was so open minded it just blew me away.
Kinda an end of an era IMHO.
To be honest- Frank also at the end had a Conn tenor.
He WAS the sound.
Nothing stopped it.
This music will never see a Frank Lowe again.
Hell, they didn't appreciate him when he was here. He was a beautiful guy and someone I think of a lot. Like I said 43st ain't the same.