Hollywood’s music king is dead
RIPThe inimitable Quincy Jones died yesterday, aged 91.
A kid off Chicago’s rough South Side, sharing drug fixes with Ray Charles, he won a scholarship to Berklee and wound up studying in Paris with Nadia Boulanger (pictured) and seducing Juliette Greco. Quincy soon revealed a gift for original orchestration and career mobility. He worked with Frank Sinatra and Duke Ellington before being made VP of the Mercury label and a fame-maker to a new generation. In 1964 he broke into Hollywood with a score for The Pawnbroker, followed by the haunting theme song for In the Heat of the Night.
He revived the dying embers of Miles Davis’s career, produced the Thriller mega-album for Michael Jackson, created Roberta Flack’s greatest hit and for half a century held more influence in the music-movie nexus than any other artist. Wielding considerable power and never moderating his opinions, Quincy made few enemies and never forgot an old friend. His philanthropy was world-embracing.
Important to don’t forget the importance of France during all his career with Nadia Boulanger.
A life and legacy for the ages. The triumvirate- Quincy, David Foster and Clive Davis. Each so different, but with unique incomparable gifts given to the evolution of music.
Had Handel lived for the last 50 years he would be working much like Quincy Jones.
Did he heckers like, as they say, revive Miles’ dying embers. In 1991 he conducted Davis’ last concert, a lap of honour, after Miles had long since been on the road again after a long hiatus during the 1970s.
An amazing talent, a brilliant career. But I’m not sure that calling him “Hollywood’s music king” is the best way to describe his 50+ year career.
It would be hard to identify a figure who has had a greater impact on American music than “Q.” He was an amazing talent in so many areas. He gave so much to jazz and pop music.