Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2001 06:57:49 -0500 From: pkrampe~meritech.net Subject: Daily Almanac - August 8
I have no events to report for today.
I began playing the harmonica when I was a sophomore in high school. When my sixteenth birthday approached, my parents announced that they were going to take me out for my birthday to see Larry Adler perform at The Tango Lounge here in Chicago. I had never heard of Larry Adler at that point and felt a bit disappointed that my folks would be taking me to see somebody from their era.
The Tango Lounge was one heck of a swank joint, charging a $50 cover charge and my dad, always handy with a bribe, finaggled a ring-side seat. The meal was excellent and we soon settled back for the evening's entertainment. Ellis Larkins came out and did a few numbers on the piano. Then, out came Larry Adler.
Please realize up until that moment, I was content to play as good as Bob Dylan. From the moment Adler started to play, I was electrified. He whipped through an amazing collection of pop classics and classical pieces that absolutely floored me. This is what a harmonica can be. Not simply a hobo's or cowboy's instrument, but capable of beauty and elegance. Hearing Larry Adler play harmonica was like being dance enthusiast seeing Fred Astaire for the first time. Just an absolute revelation into the possibilities that the harmonica holds. I decided then and there that I wanted pursue the harmonica for the rest of my life.
After about two hours the show concluded. My dad told me that since he was hanging around, I should ask Mr. Adler for his autograph. I took my harmonica out of my pocket and approached him. Adler was talking to an older, white-haired gentleman as I approached and he turned around and looked at me. "May I help you?", he asked. "Gee whiz, mr. Adler, I've just started playing harmonica and you're the greatest and....yadayadayada" was the best I could blurt out. Asdler turned to the guy he was talking to and said, "Wait a few minutes Georg, I'll be right back with you"
"So you play harmonica?" he said, "Let's hear what you can do" Now remeber, I just heard him play for two hours like he was channeling God on a good day. Adler finally calmed me down enough to play a little bit. He gave me some tips on how to control my breathing and embrouchre and encouraged me to continue working at it, that I could go a long way if I worked hard at it. He gave his autograph and said I should look him up when he came back to Chicago the next year.
The Georg who had to wait was none other than Sir Georg Solti, who was there to hire Adler to play with The Chicago Symphony Orchestra. When Adler came the next year, I looked him up after the performance and while he seemed just a bit put off that my playing had gone more Blues than Classical, he was pleased that I had pursued the instrument.
Years later, when the Encyclopedia of the Harmonica was published, I sent Larry Adler one of the first 10 copies as a token of appreciation for his kindness so many years ago. He wrote me back that he was both pleased and impressed. I'll always keep that letter as one of my most cherished memories.
Now Larry Adler has left us. A harmonica player's harmonica player. A man who took the harmonica from the instrument of ragmuffins to the concert stage. He elevated our humble instrument like nobody before or since. He was arguably the best that ever played and his influence cannot be overestimated. I'll remember him as a kind man who made Solti wait while he gave lessons to a 16 year old kid.
Thanks for everything, Mr. Adler
Peter Krampert, author The Encyclopedia of the Harmonica