ELMO HOPE
is seemingly a
forgotten pianist of the bebop era.
His unfulfilled musical life tells us
much about the jazz experience
of 1950s America, but much
more about the superficial nature
of jazz research today.
THE TRAGEDY

The musical tragedy of Elmo Hope, a fine bebop pianist who made a peripheral
impression on the jazz scene of the 1950s, teaches us much about the jazz
world he inhabited. He was sidelined when bebop was in its creative heyday
and found little favour when the opportunity to shine came his way. His
life was largely undocumented and his work mostly uncelebrated. His bibliography
consists of brief album liner notes and a few titbits, and only one interview
was published - in Down Beat magazine in 1961, where its subject
left the impression of a life unfulfilled, clouded with personal bitterness
about both his circumstance and his musical environment. At that time
Hope was waylaid on the West Coast having been denied his cabaret card
in New York for narcotic offences, and being in the wrong place seems
to have been the tide that governed his life. If his musical friends,
among them Bud Powell, were making a name on 52nd Street, Hope was performing
in the dance halls of Greenwich Village and Coney Island; if his colleagues
were taking the bebop creed to a wider audience, Hope was touring the
provinces with a rhythm and blues band; and if the momentum had shifted
back to New York, Hope was marooned on, at least as far as he was concerned,
the musically sterile West Coast. Why Hope made little headway in the
jazz scene of the 1940s is a point to be debated. His technique was as
sufficient as many other bebop pianist of his time and place, his performance
as polished, his compositions and arranging prowess as accomplished, yet
something in his hull was not watertight. That the 1950s was unable to
offer him a second bite of the cherry is not so surprising: the jazz world
had moved on, and his syle of playing never developed sufficiently to
circle a larger orbit. Some of his keyboard contemporaries had been able
to ride on the coat tails of a major star - Richie Powell with Clifford
Brown, Walter Bishop briefly with Parker, and, later, Red Garland with
Miles Davis; others, such as Dodo Marmarosa, fell by the wayside; and
others, like Al Haig and Mal Waldron, hung in long enough to find a minor
place in the annals of jazz. None of these happened to Elmo Hope: he was
never able to hitch a ride with a major star, saw his brief musical odyssey
through to its end, and died in obscurity before his forty-fourth birthday.
A life crowned with promise and little achievement, the legend of Elmo
Hope is indicative not just of this particular pianist's mix of mishap
and flaw, but of the misfortune and shortcoming of the bebop pianist in
general, his repertoire, his narrow approach, and his cruel environment.
Hope's wife and fellow pianist Bertha (they married in 1960) has helped
to keep his music in the public domain, touring with both her own quartet
and a repertory band called ELMOllenium. The digital age has encouraged
reissues of some (not all) of his scant recordings, and he is mentioned
in the plethora of jazz history books that have been published since his
death in brief yet glowing terms, all with a similar recital of stock
phrases and stories, and these mostly gleaned from album liner notes.
At best this is a fragment of a life; at worst apocryphal and ultimately
disrespectful, for the clichés have been used as a smokescreen
to hide inadequate and spurious research in to his life and times.
THE LIFE

The skeletal narrative of Hope's life begins in New York in 1923, when
Hope was christened St Elmo, the patron saint of sailors. He started to
learn the piano from the age of seven, and all the commentaries highlight
his being nurtured in the classics, meeting some local success in schoolboy
competitions (although Hope was to claim later in life that he was self-taught).
Musicians of an earlier generation - Billy Kyle or Clyde Hart, for instance,
both born in the decade before Hope - were torn between the stock language
of swing and the bright new sounds of what was to formalise as the emergent
bebop style; Hope and his contemporaries, at least those in New York,
were less compromising and were seduced easily by the bold sounds being
produced by Parker and Gillespie and being worked through at after-hours
sessions at Minton's Playhouse. A friend from his schooldays was Bud Powell,
and Powell was later to introduce Hope to Thelonious Monk. The three,
we are told, kept each other's company and compared musical notes; one
fellow pianist of this period, Bob Bunyan, recalled how "Bud had
got the powerful attack and Elmo got into some intricate harmonies."
However the glories are shared, it should not be doubted that Hope played
a part at the wellspring of bebop piano, however slight or informal.
Having worked in the dance halls and clubs away from the jazz centre
of New York, which was 52nd Street, Hope went on to tour with trumpeter
Joe Morris and recorded with this group in 1948. At various times other
members of this band included Johnny Griffin, Percy Heath and Philly Joe
Jones, but the musical fare was rhythm and blues and certainly not what
Hope was interested in. Further touring ensued with Etta Jones, and it
was not until June, 1953, aged thirty, that Hope was given the opportunity
to record in an uncompromised jazz idiom, when he appeared alongside Heath
and Jones supporting saxophonist Lou Donaldson and Clifford Brown in a
session for Blue Note that produced the Clifford Brown Memorial Album.
A further album and two 10" LPs were issued under his own name, including
The Elmo Hope Trio and Quintet.
Hope seems at this stage to have made at least a foothold in the jazz
world, and in the next few years he recorded and played with not only
Donaldson but Kenny Dorham, Sonny Rollins (on the album Moving Out)
and Jacky McLean (Lights Out!). His own trio album Meditations
appeared in 1955,
and
this outing marks Hope's first serious and public demonstration of his
credentials as a composer; five titles on this album, including Elmo's
Fire, were self-penned. Other albums for Prestige ensued: Hope
Meets Foster, with Frank Foster on tenor saxophone, and Informal
Jazz (1956), billed as the Elmo Hope sextet featuring Donald Byrd
and John Coltrane. Not one of these albums made great critical inroads
and the impression must have been made of a pianist punching a little
above his weight; certainly the records did not suggest that they had
been carefully thought out and are often referred to disparagingly as
'blowing sessions'. By this point Hope had lost his cabaret card for drug
offences and was not able to perform in New York clubs. In 1957 he toured
with Chet Baker, and he settled in Los Angeles where the climate was more
kind to the chest infections he was prone to.
On the West Coast Hope met and married Bertha, managed to find some work,
mainly with saxophonist Harold Land but also with Lionel Hampton in 1959,
but found little musical favour if the interview conducted with Down
Beat is to be taken at face value. He recorded with Land, producing
the album The Fox and other material, and made two solo albums
for the Hifijazz label. It is these two albums, Elmo Hope Trio
and So Nice, that exhibit Hope at his best and at his most mature.
The sessions were well thought out, his own compositions pushed to the
fore, and his trio of Jimmy Bond and Frank Butler worked well as a unit
and were more responsive to Hope's blend of stuttering bebop styles.
Hope returned to New York in 1961, having met Orrin Keepnews, head of
Riverside records,
the previous year. The album Homecoming! was the result, with trumpeter
Blue Mitchell in the ranks. Again this recording is not the greatest of
dates - although more Hope originals, such as La Berthe, were featured
- and it met little critical acclaim; with Hope still unable to perform
in licensed premises, he chased work as an arranger within and without
the jazz fold, although the level of success he met is unknown.
Other disjointed recording sessions followed in the 1960s: Hope-full
(1961), a solo and two piano duet session featuring Bertha, again for
Riverside, and Sounds From Riker's Island (1963) with the longstanding
Sun Ra saxophonist John Gilmore, on the Audiofidelity label, where play
was made of Hope's narcotic conviction. Two later trio sessions were made
in 1966, although these were issued only posthumously more than a decade
later. Elmo Hope's career petered out through lack of work and ill-health.
In 1967 he was hospitalized with pneumonia and died from heart failure.
THE QUEST

Hope's life raises many interesting questions about his own career as
a jazz artist, but also about the nature of 1940s' and 1950s' American
jazz. To begin with what was it about Hope that divorced him from the
main bebop movement in the mid- to late 1940s in New York? Was he an outsider
to the bebop coterie, or was he simply not versatile enough to meet its
demands? And, perhaps more controversially, what was it about the bebop
piano style that allowed most of its practitioners to be left behind or
even forgotten? Many of bebop's formative saxophonists and brass players
carried on with recording careers long after their first flush of bebop
activity. Hope's musical career remained, of course, a fledgling one,
but many other pianists who had found work on 52nd Street in the late
1940s found also that the work dried up, as a second generation of pianists
from Horace Silver to Wynton Kelly moved in. Aside from the individualism
of Thelonious Monk, who gained an audience and praise only much later,
and the dynamism of Bud Powell, who could sustain his drive both physically
and emotionally for only a brief period and never developed as he might,
there are no other bebop pianists of the 1940s who have made a significant
mark on jazz history. Individualists like Tristano or Shearing veered
off in other directions, and Elmo Hope - like George Wallington or Walter
Bishop or Duke Jordan or Dodo Marmarosa - has been left in the shadows.
In any case, the life and music of Elmo Hope should not be forgotten:
there is much to be learnt from it. Apart from Noal Cohen's discographical
endeavour there is little evidence that any further research has stripped
away the mythology. Elmo Hope died thirty-six years ago; many of those
who knew him, professionaly or otherwise, will be with us no longer, sadly.
Surely it is time for somebody to dig a little deeper before it is too
late?