Queen of Bebop: The Musical Lives of Sarah Vaughan
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Queen of Bebop brilliantly chronicles the life of jazz singer Sarah Vaughan, one of the most influential and innovative musicians of the twentieth century and a pioneer of women’s and civil rights
Sarah Vaughan, a pivotal figure in the formation of bebop, influenced a broad array of singers who followed in her wake, yet the breadth and depth of her impact—not just as an artist, but also as an African-American woman—remain overlooked.
Drawing from a wealth of sources as well as on exclusive interviews with Vaughan’s friends and former colleagues, Queen of Bebop unravels the many myths and misunderstandings that have surrounded Vaughan while offering insights into this notoriously private woman, her creative process, and, ultimately, her genius. Hayes deftly traces the influence that Vaughan’s singing had on the perception and appreciation of vocalists—not to mention women—in jazz. She reveals how, in the late 1940s and early 1950s, Vaughan helped desegregate American airwaves, opening doors for future African-American artists seeking mainstream success, while also setting the stage for the civil rights activism of the 1960s and 1970s. She follows Vaughan from her hometown of Newark, New Jersey, and her first performances at the Apollo, to the Waldorf Astoria and on to the world stage, breathing life into a thrilling time in American music nearly lost to us today.
Equal parts biography, criticism, and good old-fashioned American success story, Queen of Bebop is the definitive biography of a hugely influential artist. This absorbing and sensitive treatment of a singular personality updates and corrects the historical record on Vaughan and elevates her status as a jazz great.
Elaine M. Hayes
Elaine M. Hayes holds a doctorate in music history and is a recognized expert on Sarah Vaughan and women in jazz. She served as the editor of Earshot Jazz and is a contributing writer to Seattle magazine. She lives in Seattle with her husband and son.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Queen Of Bebop was written for lovers of Sarah Vaughan; I'm one. Elaine Hayes makes her focus SV's career, and I loved following her path and listening again to the music at each step along the way.That said, I found the reading experience repetitious and occasionally tedious. SV performed live and was at her best then, expanding and developing her profound understanding of the bones and sinews of what she sang. She made many recordings, but was exploited and under-used by almost every label which had her under contract. (I can't be sorry for this. I never heard her live, so the recordings are all I have.) She was attracted to men who used and abused her, marrying three of them. She fought against both racial and gender prejudice through most of her career. We follow her through the years and find these situations again and again and again.Hayes talks about her music mostly by quoting critics or using the same general assessments that a critic would use: 4-octave range, perfect pitch, perfect control, bending and swooping and scatting. On the other hand, she does describe and analyze three of SV's break-out tunes, and I was grateful for that.We don't hear much in SV's own words except from interviews, and I missed having a more intimate look at her.I also tired of Hayes's history of racism and interpretation of SV's place in the civil rights movement. I think that this was likely an incorporation of a master's thesis. Her point was that SV did her part in the movement by being a black voice admitted to the homes of white families through her recordings and by making it possible for blacks and whites to mingle at her concerts. I got it the first time, honest.So ---- This is not the biography of Sarah Vaughan which I've longed to read, but it is a quite acceptable offering until the real thing comes along.Go listen to the Divine One!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Queen of Bebop: The Musical Lives of Sarah Vaughn by Elaine M. Hayes is a 2017 Ecco publication.Bebop or bop is a style of jazz developed in the early to mid-1940s in the United States, which features songs characterized by a fast tempo, complex chord progressions with rapid chord changes and numerous changes of key, instrumental virtuosity, and improvisation based on a combination of harmonic structure, the use of scales and occasional references to the melody. Since starting my ‘Monday Musical Moments’ feature at ‘The Book Review’, I’ve read my share of musical memoirs and biographies. After a while I became a little wary of them for a plethora of reasons, but I also learned a lot about the way biographies are constructed. I’ve learned the difference between authorized and unauthorized and all the various ways biographers approach their subjects. Invariably, they tend to go in definite directions, either by exploring the artist’s musical achievements or by delving into their personal life. Some biographers, and think this is one of them, will choose a theme, and center the book around it. If you want a small clue as to which way the biographer will go, pay very close attention to all the words in the title. Sometimes, I can glean from that, what the author will emphasize the most. In this case, “The Musical Lives of Sarah Vaughn” is a huge giveaway. I was right in assuming the book would mainly focus on Vaughn’s musical abilities, with a smattering of personal information and history rounding things out. I am not in any way an aficionado on Vaughn’s music or life, but I have bumped into her a few times since becoming a huge fan of jazz. This book explores all the different ways Sarah reinvented herself during her long career. She had to succumb to pressure on occasion when the greedy recording labels sacrificed her talent by watering down her signature style, because for them, money is the bottom line, and so getting a popular hit was more important. We also get to meet Vaughn’s band members, and all recognizable musicians she worked with over the years, and examine the approach she took to living the life of a musician, especially on the road. While the bulk of the book is centered around Sarah the singer, her personal life is not left out of the equation, by any means, it’s just not examined in minute detail or given the same amount of real estate. The reader gets the general idea, nonetheless. Vaughn's personal life was beset by poor choices in men, an increasing problem with drugs and alcohol, and she spent her life hoping to make her disapproving parents proud. But, Vaughn did always, somehow, manage to rebound, and continued to work, even during her fight with cancer, offering to sing while lying down in bed, if she had to. I think this is a perfect book for someone who is unfamiliar with Sarah’s music or even if you are, you may only know her jazz tunes or her pop tunes or show tunes. This book will give you a fuller picture of Vaughn’s many musical incarnations. Her voice was an instrument few vocalists have the good fortune to possess. Vaughn was a natural talent with a very wide vocal range and perfect pitch, which is essential to jazz, especially bebop. I really enjoyed the history related here and found the music business to be as frustrating then as it is now. I relished hearing about the jazz greats Vaughn worked with, the music she recorded, and the way Vaughn catered to her fans, always, always, giving the audience their money’s worth. Vaughn’s personality does vibrate throughout the book, and it is easy to see how she got the nickname ‘Sassy’. She had a long, storied career, dealt with race discrimination, sexism, the recording industry, and a host of personal issues. But, at the end of the day, Sarah has gone down in history, as one of the best vocalists of all time. She won four Grammy’s and received many great honors, including singing at the White House. If you have never listened to Sarah sing, I urge you to do so. I’m fond of her Jazz recordings, because they really show off her broad range and ability to shift octaves, pitches, and notes, all while improvising with the band. Vaughn had a HUGE voice- just beautiful. This book does what it sets out to do, I think. The goal was to show Vaughn’s versatility, the way she was able to stay relevant and successful even when jazz took a back seat to rock music, in popularity. She could sing ANYTHING, even if the songs she had to record were not always the best representation of her talent. In fact, Vaughn’s voice would have been suited to Opera if she had had the chance to study it- although most agree Sarah would have felt stifled by its rules. When reading a biography, it is very important, at least to me, for it to be organized and well researched. As I’ve said before, if someone has the time, inclination, a little writing talent, and extreme organizational skills, they can write a biography. But, it is obvious to me when a book is a gushing, ‘fan club’, sycophant job, where the subject can do no wrong, or when someone has simply pasted together interview segments, magazine articles, or album liner notes, hastily published for the sake of money. This book, however, is professionally done, very well written, an extremely organized and detailed accounting of Sarah musical life and career. It may take a more politic approach, but, I think if you understand going in that this book is about the music more than about Sarah’s personal life, you will enjoy it a lot more and appreciate the author's intentions. As most people tend to do, once I read a book like this one, it sparks a curiosity about the person behind the art, and I hope someone does satisfy the public demand for a more personalized portrait of Sarah Vaughn. But, until that time, this book is a terrific way to get to know more about Sarah’s music and might even turn you on to jazz, which I hope fervently that it does. But, beware, once you’ve been bitten by the bug, you’ll be a fan for life!! But, you don’t have to be a Jazz enthusiast to enjoy her music, as Vaughn said herself: I’m not a jazz singer. I’m a singer. After you’ve read this book, you will know and understand exactly what Sarah meant by that. 4 stars
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Queen of Bebop - Elaine M. Hayes
Dedication
For Marisa Wittebort.
Her strength and courage have been an inspiration.
Epigraph
Yes, she was Divine, the true origins of that word. To see the future. Which is what Sassy was singing. For the diggers Sassy’s voice was an instrument expressing the exact sensuousness of our hearts. How fantastic that was, how she swooped and bent the beauty of it, ascending like our hopeful vision, the emotional touching of our would-be rationalized reflections . . . what we had picked up trying to dig the world.
Amiri Baraka, Sassy Was Definitely Not the Avon Lady
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue
Part I: An Artist Is Born, 1924–1947
1. There Was No Sign of Any Kind of Voice
2. "Ah Mon Vieux, This Chick Is Groovy!"
3. I’m Not Singing Other People’s Ideas
4. The Most Talked About Voice in America
Part II: A Star Is Born, 1948–1958
5. The Girl with the Magic Voice
6. She’s Vaughanderful. She’s Marvelous
7. Sarah Vaughan and Her Pygmalion
8. Sarah Vaughan Is Finally on the Way to the Pot of Gold
9. The High Priestess of Jazz
Part III: A Career Is Reborn, 1959–1990
10. They Say You Can’t Teach New Tricks to Old Dogs—So Get New Dogs!
11. The No. 1 Singer of a Decade Ago
12. I’m Not a Jazz Singer. I’m a Singer
13. Here I Go Again
14. The Marian Anderson of Modern Jazz
15. I’m Just Coming into My Prime
Epilogue: The Greatest Vocal Artist of Our Century
Acknowledgments
Notes
Index
Photos Section
About the Author
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
Sarah Vaughan was my crossover moment. As a classical pianist and violist, then aspiring music historian, I never listened to jazz (or much popular music, either) until I discovered Sarah in 1994, thanks to a college roommate. We listened to her often, as we chatted, played cribbage, cooked, and cleaned our apartment, and while I don’t remember the rules of cribbage, I do remember my first impressions of Vaughan’s voice. Like so many before me, I was drawn to its sheer beauty. Her tone was exquisite, full and rich like velvet or oozing honey, yet agile and supple, almost light as air. The classical musician in me appreciated her impeccable pitch and time as she tossed off one virtuosic passage after another. And she was a true contralto, able to jump, glide, and swoop between notes at the top and bottom of her four-octave range, all with a stunning precision and ease. But she was more than an amazing voice. I was equally captivated by her musical mind. How she took a song apart, then put it back together again, adding her own unusual harmonies, dissonances, and embellishments. She was always improvising, flirting with the spontaneous and unexpected, and as a classical musician beholden to the score, I was intrigued by this too.
But most of all, I admired the sheer force of her presence. She could silence a boisterous crowd by simply beginning to sing. If she forgot a lyric, she’d thrill her audience as she ad-libbed a new one, using it as a launching pad for new flights of fancy. If she stumbled over a speaker, she kept on singing, unfazed. She always remained in control—of her voice, her ensemble, and her audience. When I listened to Vaughan, I heard excellence, a true mastery of her craft. I heard a strong, confident, and independent woman. As a young woman just beginning to find my way in the world, I valued these qualities. I wanted to be that kind of woman. Although decades separated us, not to mention differences in race and class, I identified with Vaughan and the power of her voice. The more I listened, the closer I felt to her. I felt as if she were singing directly to me, expressing with her voice my hopes, dreams, and disappointments. She possessed an uncanny ability to tap into universal human experiences and create intimacy in her performances—the impression that there was an emotional connection, a real bond, between her and her audience.
So I continued to listen. I added Sarah’s jazz sisters—Ella, Billie, Anita, Peggy, and Nina—to my playlist, discovering the unique power and brilliance of their voices. Then I turned to the jazz instrumentalists: Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck, Chet Baker, Charles Mingus, John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, and on and on. My musical horizons expanded. Gone were the rigid highbrow/lowbrow values instilled by my German immigrant grandmother that privileged classical music above all else. I crossed over, embracing not only jazz but rhythm and blues, gospel, world music, and even cheesy pop tunes from the 1950s, which I not so secretly adore. As I transformed myself into a jazz and pop music historian, I stretched myself intellectually, exploring the fields of gender, race, and cultural studies that this new direction involved. It all began with Sarah Vaughan. Her singing was a passport of sorts that opened up my world.
Time and again, Vaughan fans have told me that she was also their entry point into jazz. And as I’ve studied Vaughan, coming to understand the scope of her talent and legacy, it has become clear that over the course of her forty-seven-year career, she brought countless listeners to the world of jazz. Her singing changed the outlooks of musicians, critics, disc jockeys, and run-of-the-mill fans. When she first burst onto the scene in the 1940s, she left her fellow musicians, especially vocalists, gasping in amazement at her daring innovations and vocal dexterity. It had not occurred to them that the human voice could be used this way. In the 1950s, as she found success as a pop artist crooning ballads, many white Americans heard her for the first time. They were intrigued and explored her jazz singing. Decades later, when she began performing with symphony orchestras, she introduced another new audience, this time classical music lovers, to the wonders of her voice and jazz. She was their crossover moment too.
Sarah Vaughan was a jazz singer par excellence. During her lifetime, she epitomized everything that jazz singing stood for, and in the decades since her death in 1990, she has often been mentioned alongside Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday as one of the best jazz singers of all time. Vaughan would have been flattered by the praise and happy that her legacy endured, but she would have been dissatisfied with its specificity. As she evolved as a musician, she increasingly rejected the label jazz singer.
She found it too confining, too narrow a description of what she did and how she thought about music.
I’m not a jazz singer. I’m a singer,
she insisted during an interview with the jazz publication Down Beat in 1982, reiterating a stance she first took in 1960. I don’t know why people call me a jazz singer, though I guess people associate me with jazz because I was raised in it, from way back. I’m not putting jazz down, but I’m not a jazz singer. Betty Bebop [Carter] is a jazz singer because that’s all she does. I’ve even been called a blues singer. I’ve recorded all kinds of music, but [to them] I’m either a jazz singer or a blues singer.
She definitely did not consider herself a blues singer, though she often infused her singing with the blues. What I want to do, music-wise,
she concluded, is all kinds of music that I like, and I like all kinds of music.
¹
Vaughan did not want to be categorized, pigeonholed, or contained, as a musician or as a woman. Music has too many labels,
she told critic Max Jones in 1981, revisiting a familiar theme. I call it all just music. . . . And I hate being labelled.
² This rejection of labels, paired with her faith in music, defined her worldview. As a young black girl growing up in segregated Newark and then as a black woman traveling an often intolerant world, Vaughan understood the power of labels and stereotypes. She understood their ability to strip her of her individuality and humanity, to define and limit her, and, ultimately, to dictate how she should sing. Because musical labels describing genres and styles are often linked, in the public’s imagination, to the racial identity of the performer, she realized that these labels influenced how an audience would interpret and perceive her singing. Vaughan and her contemporaries also understood that labels reflected the larger power dynamics of society as a whole. As music historian Guthrie Ramsey Jr. plainly explains, the act of categorizing tells us who’s in charge and running the show.
³ And Sarah Vaughan always wanted to run her own show. She wanted to sing her own way, constantly pushing back against the record executives, concert promoters, and club owners who tried to change her. She spent her entire career defying expectations, forging her own path so that her creative vision and voice could be heard. Vaughan didn’t want to be known exclusively as a jazz singer, or a blues, gospel, pop, or even opera singer, either, though she had the versatility and talent to fit into any of these niches. Nor did she want to be known simply as an exceptional black singer. She wanted to be an extraordinary singer. That’s it.
Given Vaughan’s dislike of labels, it’s safe to say that she would have also disapproved of the title of this biography: Queen of Bebop. While she was proud of her contributions to the style of jazz known as bebop and considered bebop good music,
she likely would have felt that this title emphasized only one facet, just a few years, of her incredibly varied, almost half-century-long career. Yet Vaughan’s early years immersed in bebop informed the rest of her career; they shaped her worldview and her approach to music making. And in the seventy-five years since Vaughan first collaborated with her fellow beboppers in the 1940s, the development of this style has emerged as a pivotal moment in jazz history. Unlike the hummable tunes and danceable rhythms of its predecessor, swing, America’s popular music during the war years, bebop was characterized by an expanded, often dissonant harmonic palette, a more complex rhythmic language, wickedly fast instrumental lines, and brash virtuosity. In short, bebop was not for dancing, it was for listening to. It was art. Those wildly adventurous and innovative bebop musicians began to imagine jazz’s language for musical abstraction. And, indeed, bebop changed the status of jazz in the cultural imagination, transforming it from a popular or vernacular music into high art.⁴
Jazz historians have extensively chronicled the lives and accomplishments of bebop’s founding fathers: Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, and others. The attention is merited. They were all giants, the brilliant kings and princes of bebop. But Sarah Vaughan was a giant too. She was bebop’s queen. She was one of the only women working in the trenches in the early days and the first vocalist to introduce bebop singing to the world. (Ella Fitzgerald, who came of age during the swing era, also incorporated bebop aesthetics into her singing, but this would happen later.) Vaughan, in fact, became popular before her instrumental counterparts and played an important role in introducing them to a wider audience. Yet Vaughan’s role and contributions to bebop have often been overlooked. And her genius, unlike that of her male colleagues, remains undervalued and underexamined. Queen of Bebop seeks to remedy this.
Vaughan, however, was much more than the queen of bebop, or a jazz singer. She played the piano and organ. She sang spirituals and gospel music. She became a pop star in the 1950s. In the 1960s and 1970s, she dabbled in yet more pop, soul, funk, disco, and sometimes even rock ’n’ roll on her records, although she often disliked the results. She became a master of Brazilian music in the 1970s and 1980s, and she always channeled her inner diva and flirted with her operatic side. Vaughan embraced her self-appointed status as a singer free of labels, slipping between one genre, then another, and back again, all in an effort to create a vocal style uniquely her own. Her way of singing had never been heard before. And she was constantly striving to try new things and reach new audiences. As a result, she had countless crossover moments. Queen of Bebop focuses on three. Part I traces her journey from a church girl in Newark to a bebop innovator on the cusp of national fame. Part II explores her emergence as a pop star and how she balanced this new fame and fortune, not to mention the pressures of record executives, with her desire to remain an important, innovative voice in jazz. And part III reveals how she survived the takeover of popular music by rock ’n’ roll, remained true to herself, and launched a new phase of her career as a symphonic diva, singing jazz in venues previously reserved for classical music and opera.
Using crossover as a lens through which to examine Vaughan’s life in music honors her flexibility as a performer and the breadth of her career. It provides an opportunity to discuss jazz’s decades-long quest for legitimacy, its journey from lowbrow vernacular music to highbrow art music, and Vaughan’s role in the process, while also acknowledging her pop music, which, until now, has been largely ignored. With her pop singing, Vaughan helped desegregate postwar American airwaves and set the stage for the civil rights activism of the next decades. She challenged contemporary conceptions of race and gender and changed how white Americans understood and responded to black women in song. This approach also offers insights into her private life—how she struggled to balance her status as a professional woman, artist, and genius thriving in the male-dominated world of jazz with society’s expectations of her as a daughter, wife, and mother, and how the tensions between these two poles influenced not only her career but also her personal life. Most important, however, a focus on crossover helps unravel the many myths and misunderstandings that still inform how Vaughan’s story is told. In their place, Queen of Bebop presents a rich, dynamic, and complex portrait of Sarah Vaughan, a woman who, time and again, insisted, I sing. I just sing.
PART I
An Artist Is Born, 1924–1947
On November 8, 1947, Sarah Vaughan waited in the wings of New York’s historic Town Hall as saxophonist Lester Young, the President of Jazz
or simply the Prez,
tore it up onstage. He played his unique brand of high-energy swing that made him famous in the 1930s. Vaughan hummed along, occasionally shouting out encouragement to the band, as she clapped her hands, throwing in a jitterbug step here and there. The place was hopping with heady anticipation. Electricity filled the theater. It must have been thrilling for the young singer, but nerve-racking too. She was up next.
Since its inaugural concert in 1921, Town Hall had gained a reputation as one of the premier venues in New York City. Vaughan’s idol Marian Anderson, the African American opera singer turned civil rights activist, debuted there in 1924, then performed again in 1935 when she returned to the United States after years of touring abroad. Built by suffragists, Town Hall was known for its progressive programming and hosted a series of innovative jazz concerts, including a breakthrough performance by the then-unknown beboppers Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker in 1945. Tonight was Vaughan’s opportunity to shine. She had begun her life in music as a choir girl in Newark; paid her dues as a girl singer in the big bands of Earl Hines and Billy Eckstine, where she learned to become one of the guys
; and then ventured out on her own as a solo act. Although she had sung in New York’s small clubs and cafes for several years, her Town Hall debut was a milestone. The concert was sold out, and according to the Pittsburgh Courier, a thousand fans had been turned away at the box office.¹ After almost five years in the business, most of it in relative obscurity, Vaughan was immersed in the first crossover phase of her career, and her star was finally on the rise.
To the casual observer, Vaughan could have been mistaken for just another kid hanging around backstage—a fan rather than the evening’s final performer. She looked younger than her twenty-three years. She wore a long, slim-fitting white gown with big puffy shoulders and a plunging neckline. It was a stylish dress that epitomized postwar fashion, and it was appropriate for the grandeur of the venue. But it fit poorly and overwhelmed Vaughan. The young vocalist seemed a little out of her element. Town Hall was a regal theater with high ceilings, a billowing red curtain, brass fixtures, and crystal chandeliers. Boasting one of the finest organs in the world and marvelous acoustics, it was on par with Carnegie Hall.
As the Prez launched into the final number of his set that Saturday night in 1947, Vaughan prepared for her Town Hall debut. Applause ushered Prez and his band offstage. Vaughan waited for her cue, then walked to center stage. A bare-bones rhythm section, with piano, guitar, bass, and drums, was clustered behind her. Only the microphone, teetering on its thin stand, stood between her and the fifteen hundred people in the audience. There was no place to hide. The glow of the spotlights illuminated the crowd’s expectant faces. Gowns and overcoats rustled as listeners shifted in their seats, leaning forward in anticipation as if to pose the question: Can this slip of a girl fill this cavernous hall?
From the piano came five simple chords, the introduction to Don’t Blame Me.
The audience waited until Vaughan, at last, began to sing. But she didn’t sing the tune’s opening like other vocalists or as it was written—three brisk notes, one for each word in the title. Instead, she drew out these three syllables, expanding them to create an exquisite melisma—a cascade of sound that first went up, then down while punctuating each word with a new twist and turn. Within seconds the audience gasped, whistled, and cooed its approval. Momentum grew as Vaughan exploited every note of this slow ballad, effortlessly bending her voice to change keys and explore unexpected harmonies, all while displaying the impressive highs and lows of her four-octave contralto. Vaughan’s voice possessed a maturity, poise, and depth that belied her youthful appearance. It was full, rich, and sumptuous, yet crisp and clear as a bell. By the time she reached the final phrase of Don’t Blame Me,
a delightful series of embellished arpeggios, the audience could barely contain itself and burst into applause.
That night, number after number, Vaughan transformed the popular songs of the day with her fresh, innovative approach to singing. Listeners sighed with satisfaction when she launched into The Man I Love
and I Cover the Waterfront,
her signature tune at the time, then cheered with excitement when she began the up-tempo Mean to Me.
As her set progressed, the audience’s applause became more enthusiastic, louder and louder, with more whistles, hoots, and hollers. Vaughan struggled to be heard as she shouted her thanks and appreciation to the crowd between songs. In a surprising contrast to her singing voice, Vaughan’s speaking voice was high-pitched, almost squeaky, and unmistakably girlish. For a moment, glimpses of a much younger woman reappeared. But then she turned and shouted directions to the band with firmness and resolve, calling out, One chorus,
then more emphatically, One!
as the band began Time After Time.
And when the pianist launched into I Cover the Waterfront,
she instructed, "Slow, slower, slower," insisting that the band reduce the tempo to a crawl. Vaughan commanded respect, and even though she was the only woman onstage, the band listened.
The evening came to a close when Prez and his sideman, the trumpeter Shorty McConnell, joined Vaughan onstage for the grand finale: I Cried for You.
Vaughan called the tune and dove right into the first verse, and as Young took his extended solo, she enthusiastically clapped along and shouted her encouragement: Come on, Lester!
then Go on, go on, go on!
When Vaughan finally returned to sing the reprise, she let loose a flourish of seemingly impossible vocal turns and trills bolstered by brilliant harmonic changes. Her singing was a revelation. The elasticity of her voice rivaled that of the finest horn players. She was the perfect complement to Young’s relaxed, deliciously lyrical tenor playing. Both had rich, deep, and exquisitely resonant tones; both added nuanced scoops and inflections to their crisp, clean phrasing; and both colored their sustained notes with just a touch of vibrato. Vaughan sang like an instrumentalist, and like the best horn players she played her voice with ease.²
The jazz press proclaimed the Town Hall concert a grand success—for Vaughan, but not for Young. According to Michael Levin, a critic for Down Beat, A great vocalist made a great saxophonist sound sick.
In contrast to Young’s old-fashioned, almost pedestrian performance, Miss Vaughan only drew raves, some of her astonishingly inventive ideas bringing gasps of amazement from a couple of girl vocalists sitting next to this reviewer. Her tone was impeccable, her taste immaculate, and her stage manner and dress much improved. This girl’s singing, after three years of musical if not popular prominence is still a breath of fresh air and a source of jazz inspiration to all who listen to her.
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For Levin, his fellow critics, and many musicians, especially vocalists, Vaughan ushered in a changing of the guard. While Young represented the swing era, the soundtrack of the war years, the past, Vaughan embodied everything that was new and modern. Her cutting-edge singing epitomized the very essence of bebop, the avant-garde foundation for modern jazz that would transport the genre from a popular dance music into the realm of abstract, high art. And as Vaughan helped initiate this new chapter in jazz history, she reimagined the way this music would forever be sung. Disc jockeys dubbed her the new sound,
a testament to both the beauty of her voice and her innovations, and in the coming years she would become the most talked about voice in America.
1
There Was No Sign of Any Kind of Voice
Sarah Lois Vaughan’s story began twenty-three years earlier in Newark, New Jersey. She was born on March 27, 1924, to Ada and Asbury Vaughan, who had moved north from Virginia during World War I during the Great Migration. After the war, Newark represented a land of promise and prosperity. It was New Jersey’s largest city and the embodiment of a bustling, modern metropolis. Tall buildings lined the streets of downtown. Trolleys ferried passengers through the busy commercial district; the tube
linked Newark with New York and Hoboken; and the airport, built in 1928, soon became one of the busiest in the world. This, along with a recently expanded harbor, ensured that Newark thrived as a hub of international manufacturing and trade.
Laborers from around the world, including southern blacks eager to escape the oppression of Jim Crow, flocked to the city. In addition to better paying jobs, they were drawn to Newark for its promise of desegregated schools, racially mixed neighborhoods, and a well-established, rapidly growing African American community. Between 1915 and 1930, Newark’s black population nearly quadrupled, reaching almost thirty-nine thousand—9 percent of the city’s population.
Yet upon arriving in Newark, southern blacks learned that the city practiced its own particularly northern interpretation of Jim Crow. Although well north of the Mason-Dixon Line, New Jersey, in fact, had a long history of racial intolerance. It was one of the last northern states to abolish slavery, waiting until 1804 to enact legislation that began a gradual abolition. In 1860, eighteen slaves remained. During the next decade, the state legislature did not support Abraham Lincoln or the Emancipation Proclamation and failed to ratify the Reconstruction amendments to the Constitution guaranteeing equal citizenship and voter rights for all, regardless of race. The state legislature waited until 1875 to enfranchise black men and 1884 to pass laws prohibiting segregation in hotels, restaurants, and public transportation.
Despite the letter of the law, Newark’s white community didn’t comply, and for nearly eighty years, until the early days of the modern civil rights movement, whites deeply resented black citizenship, denying African Americans the most basic rights and opportunities. They did not have equal access to public services. Local swimming pools were only open to blacks during limited hours when whites were not present. Hospitals remained segregated. Many local department stores did not allow African American customers to try on garments before buying them. And within the workplace, aspiring, hardworking blacks encountered a glass ceiling that prevented them from advancing beyond the lowest paying jobs as unskilled laborers.¹
Nonetheless, the Vaughans moved to Newark filled with optimism. Ada found work as a laundress. She was paid by the piece and likely earned $15 to $18 a week.² Asbury worked as a carpenter for similar, or perhaps slightly higher, wages. Like so many before them, Ada and Asbury settled in the burgeoning African American neighborhood known as the Hill,
a part of the old Third Ward just west of Broad Street and the downtown commercial district. They lived on the top floor of a small duplex at 72 Brunswick Street and probably paid $8 or $10 a month in rent. By 1916, right around the time Ada and Asbury moved to Newark, much of the Third Ward was already a ghetto. Blighted cold-water tenements, many without private baths or toilets, were the norm. Despite these poor living conditions, a tight-knit, vibrant community emerged, one that included immigrants from Poland and Germany as well as Jewish families, remnants from the days when the Third Ward was a Jewish enclave.
Like many working-class African Americans, the Vaughans’ lives revolved around their church. They became longtime members of Mount Zion Baptist Church in the nearby Ironbound district and pillars of Newark’s black religious community. Predictably, many of Vaughan’s first musical experiences took place at Mount Zion. As a toddler, she was so intrigued by the church’s organ that she would sneak up to the front of the church to sit with the organist during services. Congregants remember a young Vaughan humming along as her mother sang in the choir. And when she began to peck out her own tunes on the family’s piano at the age of seven, her parents turned to the church’s organist and musical director for weekly piano lessons, paying twenty-five cents per lesson.
Music permeated the Vaughan household. Not the kind of music I sing,
Vaughan explained in 1961. They sang the music of God.
³ Asbury also loved to play country songs and blues on his guitar after work. Ada was a talented pianist and singer, and before long she was playing duets with her daughter. When the family was not making music together, they listened to the radio and played records on their Victrola. Although money was tight, Ada managed to set aside enough spare change for her daughter to splurge on the occasional record, even during the height of the Depression. As Vaughan grew older, her family hosted Friday-night musicales for Vaughan and her friends from church and the neighborhood.
Childhood friend Phyllis Brooks remembers climbing the stairs each week to enter the Vaughans’ home through their tiny kitchen, then making her way into their equally small living room. Vaughan’s parents retreated to the kitchen as she and the other kids played records and jitterbugged the night away, often with Vaughan accompanying them on the piano tucked away in the corner. I have no idea how her house became the center of our social life,
Brooks explained. Sarah was a shy girl, very shy, so I guess it just was because the kids were welcome. Her parents were very open and supportive of her and didn’t mind the kids gathering there or being dispossessed every weekend.
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In 1936, by the time Vaughan was twelve, she was active in music groups at school and played piano for the orchestra and boys’ glee club. She also began playing the organ with the junior and senior church choirs during rehearsals and accompanied the junior choir during services. She traded Sundays with Brooks, who studied with the same piano teacher.
Beyond her multi-instrument talent, however, Vaughan was determined to sing. I always knew I could sing,
she told Dick Cavett in 1980. But when I was little, they always had me playing the organ in church or piano in schools for the choirs, and all that, and I always said, ‘I want to sing, y’all.’
⁵ Eventually she did join the church choir, though she rarely soloed. Her voice was very tiny,
said Brooks. She couldn’t project much beyond six benches.
And Evelyn Greene, a fellow choir member who went on to become a professor of music at Rutgers University, remembered, Sarah just sang insignificant alto. There was no sign of any kind of voice.
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Yet Vaughan persisted. Perhaps she was tired of being pigeonholed as the reliable pianist by friends and choirmasters. Perhaps she no longer wanted to be relegated to the supporting role of accompanist and alto. Unlike sopranos, altos almost never sing the melody; instead, they harmonize with the sopranos, the true focal point of the ensemble. And in the church, soloists were the stars. Vaughan wanted her turn to take the lead, to determine her own path and destiny. She sought more musical freedom and insisted on stretching her vocal cords. This all began when she started to expand her musical horizons—first on piano, then with her voice.
Newark boasted a vibrant collection of regional musicians who played its many neighborhood clubs. In 1938, there were an estimated one thousand saloons in Newark, one for every 429 residents, and many of them offered live entertainment to draw patrons. There was a wealth of musical opportunities beyond the doors of Vaughan’s church, but the scene remained deeply segregated. The fancy clubs on Broad Street catered to whites only, and downtown restaurants and hotels were still off-limits for Newark’s black community. Except for the black-owned Orpheum Theatre on Washington Street, blacks had to sit in the balconies of Newark’s movie halls and major theaters, even when a black artist performed onstage.
Nonetheless, starting as young as the age of twelve, Vaughan and her girlfriends would scrounge together enough money for tickets and sneak out of the house to hear shows at Newark’s best theaters. At the Adams Theater, they saw Erskine Hawkins’s band and Billy Eckstine singing with the Earl Hines band. At Proctor’s Theater, they heard Josephine Baker. After the concert an excited Vaughan and her friends followed the famed singer as she walked down the street, too shy and nervous to approach her. Although Vaughan and her friends were relegated to the balcony, they were determined to have a good time, even if this involved a healthy dose of mischief infused with their own form of social protest. We used to love it, because we’d throw all kinds of things down below!
Vaughan told Les Tomkins in 1977.⁷
The segregated policies of the white-owned restaurants, clubs, and theaters mirrored the racial politics of the city as a whole. As a child, Vaughan was well aware of the social inequities of her hometown and the hypocrisy that it represented. She understood that Newark’s laws forbidding discrimination did not in fact guarantee equality in the face of ingrained, systemic racism. What I like about the South—they’re honest,
she reflected in 1977. They don’t like colored people and Jews, and that’s it. But I don’t think anybody ever really knew about the North—it was just the worst place in the world.
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Yet, in the face of the North’s segregation, black neighborhoods flourished culturally and socially. Dozens of black-owned and black-friendly clubs and dance halls graced the streets of the Hill in Newark. These clubs were crucial to the black community’s economic engine, providing not only models for black entrepreneurship but also much-needed jobs for servers, bartenders, cooks, food distributors, and, of course, musicians, agents, promoters, and, by extension, record and music stores. They represented a bubble of equality, where blacks could relax and congregate on their own terms. It was here where Vaughan would first be encouraged to sing.
By the time Vaughan was fifteen, in 1939, she had completely immersed herself in popular music, defying the expectations of her parents and the church and their preference for classical music, hymns, and spirituals. Friends remember Vaughan rushing home from school to listen to a jazz program on the radio, most likely Bob Howard’s fifteen-minute daily on CBS.⁹ Howard specialized in jazz-inspired popular music, playing stride piano and singing in the style of Fats Waller. Vaughan loved the show and began imitating what she heard, often sharing her new discoveries with her friends at the Friday night socials. She also learned by ear other popular songs, like The Bluebird of Happiness,
Danny Boy,
and tunes popularized by Ella Fitzgerald, including Rock It for Me
and A-Tisket, A-Tasket,
Fitzgerald’s 1938 breakout hit. Brooks and Vaughan’s other friends from church most likely found her new songs intriguing, not just for their popular, secular appeal but for Vaughan’s newfound interest in her voice, prompted in part by her growing frustration with the limitations of the piano.
When I play piano, see, my mind rolls faster than my fingers,
she explained to Marian McPartland in 1986. So, even when I was playing classical music, if I couldn’t play that little part I’d sing it. Of course, the teacher didn’t go for that.
This was not simply a case of poor dexterity or a child looking for shortcuts because she didn’t practice enough. Vaughan remained an accomplished pianist throughout her career, despite her insistence to the contrary. Her frustrations were the dissatisfaction of a burgeoning artist struggling to realize her creative identity. I’m really a singer,
she said. I wish I could play piano like I think, but I can’t. My fingers. My mind. I sing faster. I can think what I’m thinking and sing it, but I can’t play it.
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Perhaps it was impossible to play what she was thinking. She may not have realized it at the time, but the obstacle was not her skill on the piano; rather, it was the instrument itself. The piano, with its fixed pitch and strict adherence to half and whole steps, simply cannot produce the microtones, nuanced slides, and dramatic swoops that soon became a trademark of her vocal style. Vaughan reveled in the freedom that her voice provided, and unlike the piano it presented a collection of exciting, limitless possibilities.¹¹
Vaughan’s revelations about her voice occurred just as the big band craze swept across the country. Every city had its favorite hometown dance bands and orchestras. Territory bands toured three- and four-state regions, and the big-name national acts, like Miller, Basie, Ellington, Calloway, and Goodman, captured the country’s imagination. In the 1930s and 1940s these and other name bands all stopped in Newark on their way up to New York City. Live music could be heard every night of the week in the Hill, and to a young Vaughan it felt like a whole new world just waiting to be discovered. Along with her school friends, she learned how to Lindy Hop at the Court Street branch of the colored YMCA, not to be confused with the nearby High Street YMCA, which didn’t allow blacks. She frequented the big dance halls like the Graham Auditorium; the Laurel Garden, known for its exciting battles of the bands; and Skateland, where local favorite Pancho Diggs and his orchestra packed the house, drawing crowds of two thousand. Newark’s black youth, and on occasion their parents, danced the night away as Diggs burned it up onstage. Even though she was underage, Vaughan also became a regular in the very adult world of Newark’s bars and nightclubs, taking in the more intimate jazz presented by their small ensembles.
According to her friends, Vaughan was completely enthralled by the music and would stay to hear the very last song of the evening. Time and again, she missed her 10:00 P.M. curfew, and, not surprisingly, this upset her parents. One can only imagine how they worried about their daughter, their only child, walking home alone late at night, often skirting the Barbary Coast, Newark’s red-light district with brothels and after-hours clubs that stayed open long after the taverns and nightclubs officially closed. But this was more than a conflict between protective parents and a young, adventurous teenager asserting her independence. It was also a clash of cultures.
The black church community viewed popular music as a corrupting influence. Vaughan’s father saw it similarly, especially when it concerned his daughter. Nightclubs represented the world of alcohol and excess, and many of Newark’s clubs had ties to organized crime. Musicians were tainted by these unseemly associations and were often linked, albeit unfairly, to the sporting life,
an illicit world of gambling, drugs, and prostitution that also happened to feature music and entertainment. Although centered in the red-light district, aspects of the sporting life could seep into run-of-the-mill corner bars, and a female vocalist, regardless of where she performed, risked being labeled a hussy
or sportin’ woman
by church elders.
As much as Vaughan’s parents wanted to foster her musicality, they also wanted to safeguard their daughter’s reputation and shelter her from these risks. They soon forbade her from attending dances, concerts, nightclubs, or any other popular music performances. According to her mother, Vaughan’s father didn’t approve of nothing—her going out of the door.
¹² He did, however, encourage his daughter’s musical contributions at church. They were a source of great pride for both him and Vaughan’s mother, but he did not want his daughter to pursue a career in music, much less a career in jazz. If she insisted, he would have most certainly preferred that she follow the example of Marian Anderson, the classically trained African American vocalist and a favorite of black Americans. Anderson came to prominence in the 1930s as she toured Europe and the United States, singing recitals of classical music and spirituals like He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands,
which appeared on the Billboard charts in 1936. Her recordings of opera arias were bestsellers, and in 1939 Anderson sang in her now-landmark open-air concert on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on Easter Sunday. The concert, attended by seventy-five thousand and broadcast to millions over the radio, with a short excerpt featured on movie house newsreels, was a response to the refusal of the Daughters of the American Revolution to allow Anderson to perform for an integrated audience at Philadelphia’s Constitution Hall.
With this concert, Anderson became an instant symbol of the burgeoning civil rights movement and a source of black pride. She was devout, ladylike, and respectable, an embodiment of both high culture and black achievement. In short, Anderson was a race woman, a pillar of the black community, and a model for all black women to aspire to. And should Vaughan choose a career in music, classical music and the life of a concert artist was, according to her father and the church community, the ideal path.
Vaughan didn’t seriously explore singing until she transferred from East Side High School, where she had studied stenography for two terms, to the Newark Arts High School her sophomore year, when she was fifteen. Here, even though she never took formal vocal lessons, she made new friends who shared her interest in jazz and Newark’s thriving scene.
I used to play hooky from school to hear music, and at night too,
she told British journalist Max Jones years later. Instead of arguing with her parents, she simply snuck out her bedroom window. I wasn’t supposed to be at dances but I was—listening to all of the good music like Ella Fitzgerald and Chick Webb.
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All the while, her old church friends and parents had no idea what she was up to. Ada recalled learning about her daughter’s exploits from friends and neighbors. She was sneaking around trying to get out in the nightclubs. She didn’t want me to know it.
Ada laughed. Somebody would come in and tell, ‘You know I saw your daughter at this place, at this man’s night club.’ I said, ‘You did?!’ He said, ‘Yes.’ He said, ‘You know what?’ I said, ‘What?’ He said, ‘I would like to have her to work for me.’ I said, ‘She’s only fifteen!’
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Indeed, Vaughan was seen regularly in the Hill’s nightclubs and, according to locals, made her unofficial debut at the Alcazar, on Waverly Street, only three blocks from her house. Nicknamed the Zoo,
the Alcazar was one of Newark’s most popular black-owned-and-operated bars and a favorite hangout for musicians. The club had a simple setup: a single large room with a modest stage; a huge, double-horseshoe-shaped bar, the club’s trademark; a few tables; and a discreet side-door entrance for ladies. At the time, it was still taboo for women to sit at the bar. The Alcazar wasn’t fancy—in fact some remembered it as a dingy dive—but the club had a reputation as a well-run and friendly establishment, without fights. And most important, it featured superb music seven nights a week, with matinees on Thursdays and Sundays. Local favorite Leon Eason, a trumpeter and vocalist, led the house band between 1937 and 1940 and often let neighborhood and out-of-town musicians sit in with the band. Of course, one of these musicians was a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old Sarah Vaughan.
Eason’s guitarist, Willie Johnson, recalled, She’d sneak in the side door, and Leon would let her sing.
¹⁵ Even though she was welcome at the Alcazar, it took courage for the shy, very quiet aspiring vocalist to step onstage, become the center of attention, and perform for a room full of adults.