The Drums Chose Buddy Rich


Buddy Rich at New York’s Arcadia Ballroom in May 1947

(Photo: William Gottlieb/Library Of Congress)

Buddy Rich died in 1987 at the age of 70. For 68 of those years, he was one of the world’s greatest drummers, first as a child prodigy in vaudeville, then a star sideman, leader and personality. He navigated the swing era, Hollywood, bebop, the TV sitcom and talk show couch, and then finally turned out the last light of his big band.

This is a big story to compress into Buddy Rich: One of a Kind (The Making of the World’s Greatest Drummer) (Hudson Music) by Pelle Berglund, which is an edited version of an original 2018 text from Sivart Books. Gone are many pictures, a timeline and (unfortunately) an index. The text survives—as well as a number of typos and errata, including a reference to “Carnegie Hall’s large stage in Chicago.” It also adds a few new ones of its own. Inaccuracies are rare, though, and almost too trivial to mention.

Though Berglund combs relevant memoirs and press accounts for details, Rich’s formative childhood and early New York days left little documentation, a vacuum he pads with milieu. Rich was a hyperactive toddler when he began banging out miraculously intuitive rhythms. Drummers were a popular attraction in vaudeville, because they were physical. Like tap dancers, they catered to the eye, as well as the ear. Young Rich studied them obsessively. By the time he was 4, he had no memory of ever not playing the drums. His gift became his destiny without ever asking his consent. It chose him. Berglund writes with an orderly clarity about how he managed, but seldom pauses for the enlivening insight, interpretive flourish or incisive probe into the particulars of technique.

Momentum hits its stride with Artie Shaw and Tommy Dorsey, where Rich enjoyed his first taste of the big time—landing spots in MGM musicals and sparking a romance with Lana Turner. He and Frank Sinatra fought as roommates on the road with Dorsey, then found great friendship after leaving the band. But before a stint in the Marines, Rich squeezed in an uncredited spot in Robert Siodmak’s Phantom Lady, which film noir buffs might know for its surreal jam-session sequence where Rich’s off-screen drum solo becomes a kind of maniacal opioid to Elisha Cook Jr.’s on-screen frenzy.

Rich joined the Marines to fight the Germans but instead wound up fighting flagrant anti-Semitism, a battle that landed him in the stockade. After his discharge, he marked time with Dorsey again, before launching his first big band. But the old troupes were sinking fast, and new ones were being dragged down in the undertow. Berglund paints a bleak picture, as Rich fought a two-front war with his sidemen against bebop and drugs.

After the breakup of another band, Rich found a partner in trumpeter Harry James and a place with Norman Granz’s Jazz at the Philharmonic. It was a volatile relationship; Rich’s recklessness with money was not something Granz cared to subsidize. But the ’50s was crowded with TV, tours, marriage and a daughter, Cathy, who is a major source for Berglund. In 1957, Rich vainly tried to give up the drums for a singing career. Then in 1959, a massive heart attack almost achieved what he could not. Doctors said he would never play again.

Two months later he was back.

Berglund describes Rich’s attempts to balance domestic stability and musical adventure, which in 1966 finally led the drummer back to a big band. This time it clicked. The band would sustain Rich and become the personification of his integrity, letting him enjoy the privileges of fame on his own terms.

For this, Berglund suggests, Rich owed much to talk-show host Johnny Carson. “Carson recognized Buddy’s natural quick wit,” he writes, “and didn’t hesitate to use it humorously. Going forward Rich … became much more than a jazz drummer—he was now an entertainment personality.” Berglund gives a full picture of the band’s 20-year history and Rich’s leadership style in its many dualities, from defender of principle (canceling a South African tour) to complete jerk (the famous bus tapes).

Rooted in the rules of show business, however, Rich never disappointed an audience. Berglund helps explain how. DB

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