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    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend
    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend
    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend
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    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend

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    Even before Claude Ranger disappeared in late 2000, his fate unknown, he had attained legendary status among Canada’s jazz musicians as an extraordinary drummer who repeatedly challenged the status quo on bandstands in Montreal, Toronto and Vancouver.

    Willful, uncompromising and charismatic, cigarette invariably tucked into the left corner of his mouth, Ranger cut a compelling figure alongside Canadian and American stars alike — Lenny Breau, Jane Bunnett, Sonny Greenwich, Moe Koffman, P.J. Perry, Dewey Redman, Sonny Rollins, Don Thompson and many others.

    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend presents a sympathetic portrait of this remarkable musician and offers a perceptive overview of the Canadian jazz scene during the 35 years in which, by turns, his career flourished, faltered and flourished again.

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    PublisherMark Miller
    Release dateApr 18, 2017
    ISBN9781773025605
    Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend
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    Mark Miller

    Mark Miller (BA, Evangel University) is executive pastor at NewSong Church in Cleveland, Ohio, and he consults for other churches on reaching postmoderns, creativity, and leadership. He is the founder of The Jesus Journey, an experiential storytelling retreat that makes the story of the Bible accessible to postmoderns. He is married to Stacey and has two daughters.

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      Claude Ranger - Mark Miller

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      Also by Mark Miller

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      Boogie, Pete & The Senator: Canadian Musicians in Jazz, The Eighties (1987)

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      Table of Contents

      Also by Mark Miller

      Acknowledgments

      Preface

      Introduction

      Chapter One

      Rosemont

      Chapter Two

      Showbars

      Chapter Three

      Jazz en liberté

      Chapter Four

      Aquarius Rising

      Chapter Five

      La Misère

      Chapter Six

      Thunder and lightning

      Chapter Seven

      It had to be something real

      Chapter Eight

      "All feel"

      Chapter Nine

      Not nice, not a lot of fun

      Chapter Ten

      Cynical

      Chapter Eleven

      Fifty minutes of pure joy

      Chapter Twelve

      Feu vert

      Chapter Thirteen

      When I play, I own the world!

      Chapter Fourteen

      There was a buzz

      Chapter Fifteen

      Jade Orchestra

      Chapter Sixteen

      A very tidy guy

      Chapter Seventeen

      I think I will never play again

      Chapter Eighteen

      The groove was so deep

      Chapter Nineteen

      He didn’t want to leave anything behind

      Discography

      Notes

      Bibliography

      Copyright

      Acknowledgments

      I first heard Claude Ranger one afternoon in the summer of 1972 at a Toronto Musicians’ Association Trust Fund concert on the plaza of the Toronto-Dominion Centre. I would have recognized him by name at that point but I did not know him by sight. Nor, for that matter, was I aware that he had recently moved from Montreal to Toronto.

      He was playing with trumpeter Bruce Cassidy, perhaps just sitting in; the circumstances were not clear. Cassidy’s regular drummer, Terry Clarke, was also there, as were tenor saxophonist Alvin Pall, pianist Bernie Senensky and bassist Don Thompson.

      Ranger’s kit looked like nothing I had ever seen before. His drums were very small, his cymbals high and almost vertical; he had tied his hi-hat and bass drum to his drum stool with a piece of rope so that they would not slip away from him when he played, which was no more than intermittently — a few bars, a chorus at most, and then he would stop, leaving Clarke to continue alone.

      There was an apparitional quality to Ranger’s presence that afternoon, but when he did play, it was obvious that there was something quite magical about his drumming. I was puzzled but intrigued and made a point of hearing him whenever I could in the months that followed.

      I finally met him in 1974 while preparing biographies for the Encyclopedia of Music in Canada, an early assignment in my career as a writer, and I eventually interviewed him at some length on three occasions, the first in 1978 for Down Beat and the second and third in 1981 for projects of my own.

      I came to know him reasonably well during his Toronto years, and we remained in casual contact after he moved to Vancouver in 1987. When our paths crossed in 1993 at the Festival International de Jazz de Montréal, where he was appearing with P.J. Perry and I was on assignment for The Globe and Mail, I offered to send him my own Ludwig Jazzette drums, vintage 1973 and latterly collecting dust in my basement, as a kind of personal hommage. He accepted and, as I understand it, refinished and eventually sold them. I saw him for the last time, by no more than chance and for just a brief conversation, one grey afternoon in the fall of 1994 on Robson Street in Vancouver.

      Our relationship was cordial if perhaps guarded — the result on one hand of his nature and on the other of my profession as a journalist and critic which, as I practiced it, required that I maintain a certain distance, socially, from musicians. I nevertheless appreciated his trust at the time, and I thank him for it now. Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend could not have been written without the foundation offered by the interviews that we did and, more generally, by the contact that I had with him over that period of about 20 years.

      Ranger’s remarks in an interview en français with John Gilmore in 1982 echoed, corroborated and expanded on many of his previous comments to me in English; I thank John for his permission to quote from that interview and also from interviews that he did with Pierre Béluse and Léo Perron for his ground-setting Swinging in Paradise: The Story of Jazz in Montreal and Who’s Who of Jazz in Montreal: Ragtime to 1970, both of which have been important to the preparation of this book.

      My thanks as well to Laurence Svirchev for permission to quote from the interview he did with Ranger in Vancouver in 1990, and for his photographs of Ranger at the piano and with the Jade Orchestra during that same period. Thank you also to Lani Ranger for the photographs of her father as a young musician, to Ron Sweetman for permission to use his photograph from Coda of Aquarius Rising, and to Bill Smith for his photograph of Ranger with the Jane Bunnett in 1988.

      My thanks particularly to the many people who have been willing, either in person or by telephone, to share their memories of Ranger: Ken Aldcroft, Buff Allen, Ron Allen, Ray Ayotte, Jonnie Bakan, Ivan Bamford, Lilly Barnes, Ed Bickert, Joe Bjornson, Seamus Blake, Roland Bourgeois, Jane Bunnett, Bruce Cassidy, Terry Clarke, Lili Clendenning, Coat Cooke, Larry Cramer, Steve Donald, Michel Donato, Sean Drabitt, Phil Dwyer, Kevin Elaschuk, Barry Elmes, Jane Fair, Dave Field, Nick Fraser, Rob Frayne, Bruce Freedman, Gregory Gallagher, Sonny Greenwich, Steve Hall, Kate Hammett-Vaughan, François Houle, Yves Jacques, Terry King, Gerry Labelle, André Lachance, Michel Lambert, Janus Lebo, Pierre Leduc, Peter Leitch, Daniel Lessard, Dave Liebman, Kirk MacDonald, Jacques Masson, Spike McKendry, Bob McLaren, Mike Milligan, Michael Morse, Bob Murphy, Lorne Nehring, Kieran Overs, Alvin Pall, Charles Papasoff, Danny Parker, P.J. Perry, Ken Pickering, Greg Pilo, Lani Ranger, Clyde Reed, Vito Rezza, Barry Romberg, Ron Samworth, Dave Say, Bernie Senensky, William Stewart, Michael Stuart, Neil Swainson, Pierre Tanguay, Don Thompson, Kevin Turcotte, Dylan van der Schyff, Norman Marshall Villeneuve, Steve Wallace, André White, Michael White, Perry White, Tony Wilson and Rene Worst.

      My thanks moreover to those who responded to my queries by email: Miles Black, Coat Cooke, Michel Côté, John Doheny, Raynald Drouin, Frank Falco, Richard Ferland, Brian Hurley, Joe LaBarbera, Geoff Lapp, Ranee Lee, Peter Leitch, Brian Longworth, Chris McCann, James McRae, Nilan Perera, Sylvie Perron, Richard Provençal, Jeff Reilly, Vito Rezza, Pierre Richer, Ron Samworth, Roy Styffe, Guy Thouin, Rikk Villa, Gavin Walker and Jack Walrath.

      My thanks similarly to those who offered a variety of other personal and professional courtesies that assisted my research: Bernie Arai, Joe Bjornson, Greg Buium, Bernard Dionne, Gordon Foote, Oliver Jones, Diane Kadota, John Korsrud, Pat LaBarbera, Mike Murley, Ron Sweetman, Rob van der Bliek and Jim West, as well as S/Sgt Alex Bolden and Cst. Amanda Smith of the Langley, B.C., detachment of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Marijka Asbeek Bruuse and John Orysik of the Coastal Jazz and Blues Society, Natalie Hodgson and Caroline Sigouin at Concordia University Archives and Special Collections, Maureen Kennedy and Carole Warren at CBC Toronto, and Jill Townsend of the Vancouver Musicians’ Association.

      My thanks as well, for their interest, encouragement and support at important points in the conception, research and writing of this book, to Stuart Broomer, Greg Buium, Samantha Clayton, Nou Dadoun, Dr. Robin Elliott, Dan Fortin, Nick Fraser, Janus Lebo, David Lee, Fern Lindzon, Jack Litchfield, Barry Livingston, Katie Malloch, Lorne Nehring, Elaine Penalagan, Tim Powis, Lani Ranger, Janis Rubenzahl, Ron Samworth, Julie Smith, Alan Stanbridge, Laurence Svirchev, Rob van der Bliek, Dylan van der Schyff, Steve Wallace, Carole Warren and John Wilby.

      My thanks finally to Greg Buium, Dan Fortin, Nick Fraser, Fern Lindzon, Jack Litchfield, Bill McBirnie, Lorne Nehring, Tim Powis, Janis Rubenzahl, Steve Wallace, John Wilby and especially Stuart Broomer, all of whom read, and have commented on, the manuscript.

      The research and writing of Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend was assisted by a grant in 2014 from the Writing and Publishing Section of the Canada Council for the Arts.

      Mark Miller, January 2017

      Preface

      On a cold December afternoon in 2013, I met Ivan Bamford at l’Escalier, a café-bar in a warren of small, randomly furnished rooms over a Maison de la Presse Internationale on St. Catherine Street in Montreal’s east end.

      Bamford had purchased Claude Ranger’s last drum set in Vancouver in 1997 and taken it to Montreal in 2001. He kept it for several years in the basement of this same St. Catherine Street building, where he was free to play late at night without fear of disturbing his neighbours.

      Bamford remained in touch with Ranger between 1997 and 2000, even as Ranger, 35 years his senior, drifted out of music and eventually moved away from Vancouver. On occasion, Bamford would pick him up — at first in the West End and latterly in Aldergrove, southeast of the city — and take him back to his own place in Burnaby for dinner. Ranger was unusually expansive on what proved to be their final evening together, speaking sardonically and at times severely about his life and how he would be remembered.

      As Bamford sat down at l’Escalier, setting his coffee cup on one of the café’s old, thrift shop tables in anticipation of my first question, he recalled a comment that Ranger had made that night.

      Claude said that you would want to talk to me. And here we are, all these years later...

      Introduction

      On or about November 2, 2000, Claude Ranger left his one-room apartment in a subsidized housing complex on 30th Avenue in Aldergrove, never to return.¹ He was 59. More than 16 years later, his fate is unknown; the investigation launched by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police in early 2001 remains open.²

      Ranger’s disappearance followed a period of several years in which he had gradually disengaged from all of the things that had sustained him as a musician, including — finally — music itself.

      It was, moreover, a period marked by a degree of reflection and regret. After 30 years of playing jazz — and, in truth, of living life — with a remarkable sense of immediacy, a love of risk and no particular concern for consequence, he began to assess his legacy.

      He was still playing in 1996 when bassist Kieran Overs, visiting from Toronto, encountered him one late summer afternoon at the corner of Denman and Robson streets in Vancouver’s West End.

      I asked him how he was doing, Overs remembers. He said he was doing really well. Then he said, out of the blue, ‘I don’t want to be remembered as that guy with the cigarette in his mouth. That’s what everybody always talks about.’

      Overs understood. "He wanted to be known for his drumming. The thing that he didn’t realize is that he was known for his drumming, of course, but he was justified in his concern."³

      Indeed, the cigarette perpetually tucked into the left corner of his mouth, no less than the bottles of beer within easy reach at his side, were, in their way, tools in Ranger’s particular approach to his trade. Inevitably, they also became the trappings of his legend.

      He expressed similar regret to Ivan Bamford in 2000 about the effect of those trappings on the way he was regarded by the public. "He felt he was famous because of those things at least as much as because of his accomplishments as a drummer and musician. If he had been more of a ‘straight’ guy, he wouldn’t have had all the notoriety."

      And yet there was an element of cultivation to Ranger’s notoriety. That cigarette, for example, with its impossibly long ash burning ever more impossibly longer. It was a symptom of the absolutely disciplined carelessness that he had, suggests the Toronto saxophonist Ron Allen, who worked with Ranger in 1980. The way it would hang, defying gravity — he knew it was intimidating, he knew it was attractive, he knew how to seduce.⁴

      Ranger had in fact stopped smoking by 1996, an act of remarkable willpower for someone who — in the words of a friend from as far back as the mid-1960s, Montreal bassist Michel Donato — just needed one match in the morning; one match, that’s it.⁵

      He had also stopped drinking, at least for a time, and he had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. He sold his drums to Ivan Bamford in 1997 and made his final public appearance at Vancouver’s du Maurier International Jazz Festival in 1998. Long the ladies’ man, he moved to Aldergrove alone.

      If Ranger’s demons and his dependencies, and their effect on his career, are necessarily a part of his story, it is nevertheless his skill as a musician, his impact on the jazz scenes of Canada’s three largest cities, Montreal, Toronto and Vancouver, and his influence on many of the country’s younger players that make that story worth telling.

      Pears Restaurant, Toronto, June 1981.

      Photograph by Mark Miller.

      It is a story of passion, dedication, compromise and intransigence, of generosity and negligence, of hurt both felt and caused. It is also the story of jazz in Canada more broadly during the 30 years in which Ranger was a significant force, a story that reflects his contrarian perspective in face of the conservatism and commercialism that characterized the music as it was played by its most popular figures — many of whom he worked with, if only in passing and in some dismay.

      • • •

      He was a small, handsome man, five-foot-seven or so, portly for a time in his early thirties, but trim in later years, the result of a passion for cycling. His eyes were his most arresting feature, blue like the ocean, in the words of one friend. His gaze, especially toward women, could be penetrating.

      His French accent also helped in that respect, the mark of a Québécois abroad, as in effect Ranger was for the last 25 years of his career, first in Toronto and then in Vancouver. He was nevertheless conflicted about the language itself and, more specifically, about the way he spoke it.

      I don’t like French, he once admitted in accented English. I have this against French — it’s not that I hate it, it’s us Québécois, like me. I don’t speak very good French, you know? When guys from overseas come and start speaking French, it’s so beautiful, I hate it.⁶

      He was not, in any event, very talkative in either language, communicating most comfortably instead through music, a man for whom — as the Toronto bassist Mike Milligan observes — a gig wasn’t just a gig, and a concert wasn’t just a concert, it was a major life event.⁷

      Beyond music, Ranger lived in a state of restless creativity. He melted wax crayons into sculptures, he drew, he did jigsaw puzzles, he took up photography for a time, he refinished drums and he made furniture, seeking in each of these activities an opportunity to lose himself to the immediacy of the task at hand — much as he lost himself in music.

      In his preoccupation with the moment he gave no thought to his legacy until his career was all but over. But the fact that he left very little to show for his life in music is also a reflection of the Canadian jazz scene, which went largely undocumented in the 1960s and 1970s and only gradually less so in the 1980s and 1990s.

      The Ranger discography comprises some 20 LPs or CDs as a sideman and none as a leader, an altogether random, incomplete and often poorly recorded survey of a career that lasted nearly 40 years. About 30 of his compositions, including his best known piece, Le Pingouin, survive on commercial or private recordings, as airchecks from Radio-Canada broadcasts or as lead sheets that have inadvertently remained in the possession of a very few of the many musicians who played them with him. The exercises that he so freely and generously wrote out for his fellow drummers are similarly, if more widely scattered across the country, copied and passed down through three or four successive generations.

      The recordings are difficult to find, the compositions rarely performed. The exercises continue to have currency, but orderly patterns of eighth notes on score paper convey only Ranger’s discipline as a musician, not the spirit of his playing — the spirit that made him such a compelling figure on the bandstand to those who rose to the challenges that went with it, as many musicians across the country did, whether for a night or two, or over a period of years.

      The scant documentation of his legacy notwithstanding, he remains a compelling figure in the history of jazz in Canada, all the more for his disappearance, a scarcely conceivable turn of events that has had the effect of elevating him beyond legend into myth — in the words of the Montreal artist and essayist Raymond Gervais, an enigma bordering on fiction.⁸ His story is nevertheless real enough, even in the absence of a formal conclusion. It simply stops, an unresolved narrative that has left those who knew him — whether personally or professionally, intimately or from a distance — without closure.

      It was not until November 2012, a dozen years after his disappearance, that some 20 Vancouver musicians finally gathered to pay their respects with two concerts at the Ironworks Studios under the banner Feu vert: A Tribute to Claude Ranger.⁹

      One of those musicians, drummer Dylan van der Schyff, visited Toronto a few months later for an engagement at The Rex. By then, I had undertaken the preliminary research for Claude Ranger: Canadian Jazz Legend, but had not decided whether to make it the basis of a book; van der Schyff supported the idea immediately.

      Don’t just do it for Claude, he suggested, as if speaking on behalf of all the people whose lives Ranger had touched. Do it for us.¹⁰

      Chapter One

      Rosemont

      Claude Ranger¹ was born on February 3, 1941, in Montreal, a city of two solitudes, as novelist Hugh McLennan described it for the ages just four years later² — French to the east and English to the west, separated symbolically by The Main, St. Lawrence Boulevard.

      A small black community, whose significance in the history of jazz in Canada has far outstripped its size, thrived in the south-central downtown neighbourhood of Little Burgundy, near the Canadian Pacific Railway lines that offered the heads of its households their primary source of employment. Other groups — Greeks, Italians, Jews — also lived among themselves in pockets around the city, sub-solitudes as it were, although not as clearly demarcated as French and English or, for that matter, black and white.

      Typically, Ranger’s father, Aurèle, and his mother, Lucille (née Richer), raised their family east of St. Lawrence Boulevard. They lived during the 1940s on rue de Bordeaux, below Masson, at the north-east edge of the Plateau Mont-Royal, and then — around 1951, when Aurèle, theretofore employed as a labourer, took a job with l’Imprimerie Desmarais as a driver — moved a short distance farther east to 1st Avenue, above Masson, in Rosemont.³

      De Bordeaux and 1st Avenue were working-class streets lined with red, brown and yellow brick row houses built in the first decades of the 20th century to designs that were functional but of no particular aesthetic distinction. The Rangers’ 1st Avenue address — a two-storey, semi-detached duplex with a shallow setback from the street, a slightly deeper rear yard and a narrow back lane — would scarcely have been large enough to accommodate a family that grew in due course to six with the arrival of Claude’s younger brother and sisters, Jacques, Gisèle and Murielle.

      Ranger rarely spoke of life at home and then only to suggest evasively that it had been very difficult. The Rangers kept their secrets, but could not counter suggestions of Lucille’s infidelity or conceal Gisèle’s marriage to a member of the Montreal criminal underworld, each an indication of a household in some disorder.

      It was not a promising environment for anyone inclined toward a career in music, much less a young French-Canadian who wished to play jazz. The most successful jazz musicians of Ranger’s generation in Montreal, and of generations before him, were Anglophones — pianists Oscar Peterson and Oliver Jones from Little Burgundy, trumpeter Maynard Ferguson from Shaughnessy Village due north of Little Burgundy, and pianist Paul Bley from Outremont, above Mount Royal. Among French Canadians of the same era, only bassist Michel Donato would have as significant a career in jazz, and none would have Ranger’s impact outside of Quebec. His achievement, moreover, was entirely his own, a triumph of sheer will, given the apparent personal and cultural isolation in which he spent his early years as a musician.

      Oscar Peterson had been the product not only of an active musical family, but of a rich musical community that included the choir at Union United Church on Delisle Street and the entertainers who worked in the black nightclubs on The Corner, across Little Burgundy, at Mountain Street and St. Antoine. Oliver Jones, in turn, had studied for several years with Peterson’s sister Daisy, and played as a boy both at Union United and at the Café St. Michel on Mountain Street. Paul Bley and Maynard Ferguson, sons of white, middle-class families, had each studied formally by or during their teens, Bley at the McGill Conservatory and Ferguson at the Conservatoire de Musique du Québec à Montréal. All four, prodigies to one degree or another, were performing publicly, if not professionally, by the age at which Ranger was only beginning to show an interest

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