El Gato. Duke
Ellington Orchestra. Cat Anderson, solo
Satin Doll, Berlin
1969. Duke Ellington Orchestra. Wild Bill Davis, Cat
Anderson, solos
CAT
ANDERSON BIO
William
Alonzo Anderson (12 September 1916 – 29 April 1981),
known as Cat Anderson, was an American jazz trumpeter
best-known for his long period playing with Duke
Ellington's orchestra, and for his extremely wide range
(more than five octaves), especially his playing in the
higher registers.
Born in Greenville, South Carolina, Anderson lost both
parents when he was four years old, and was sent to live
at the Jenkins Orphanage in Charleston, where he learned
to play trumpet. Classmates gave him the nickname "Cat"
(which he used all his life) based on his fighting
style. He toured and made his first recording with the
Carolina Cotton Pickers, a small group based at the
orphanage. After leaving the Cotton Pickers, Anderson
played with guitarist Hartley Toots, Claude Hopkins' big
band, Doc Wheeler's Sunset Orchestra (1938–1942), with
whom he also recorded, Lucky Millinder, the Erskine
Hawkins Orchestra, Sabby Lewis's Orchestra, and Lionel
Hampton, with whom he recorded the classic "Flying Home
#2".
Anderson's career took off, however, in 1944, when he
joined Duke Ellington's orchestra at the Earle Theater
in Philadelphia. He quickly became a central part of
Ellington's sound. Anderson was capable of playing in a
number of jazz styles, but is best remembered as a
high-note trumpeter. He had a big sound in all
registers, but could play in the extreme high register
(up to triple C) with great power (videos exist showing
him playing high-note solos without a microphone,
clearly audible over an entire big band with all the
members individually miked). Wynton Marsalis has called
him "one of the best ever" high note trumpeters. More
than just a high-note trumpeter, though, Anderson was
also a master of half-valve and plunger-mute playing. He
played with Ellington's band from 1944 to 1947, from
1950 to 1959, and from 1961 to 1971, with each break
corresponding to a failed attempt to lead his own big
band.
After 1971, Anderson settled in the Los Angeles area,
where he continued to play studio sessions, to gig with
local bands (including Louie Bellson's and Bill Berry's
big bands), and occasionally to tour Europe. Although
his erratic behavior over the last decade (or more) of
his life was well documented, it took many by surprise
when he died in 1981 of a brain tumor.
"The reason I'd come to play so high was because at
school there were guys who could do it much better than
I could. They used to take my girls from with their high
notes. "This happened every Friday night at dances.
Finally, I got angry and started playing everything in
the upper register. They didn't play after me this time.
'Hey, you know what you were doing there?' they asked.
It turned out that I'd been playing note for note an
octave above what they did." Sometimes it takes a woman
to bring the best out of a man......William Alonzo "Cat"
Anderson
Nobody can play higher
Cat Anderson talks about Duke Ellington This article is a reprint from the Conn Chord
magazine, volume 19 no. 1 (1975). With kind permission
from the C.G. Conn company.
I joined Ellington's band in 1944. At that time I was
playing with the Lionel Hampton band, but I was told
Ellington needed a good, strong lead trumpet player. I
told my friend I'd think about taking the job. So one
day I called Ellington and said, "Well, I'm ready." He
answered, "I was lookin' for you all the time!" "Where
are you?" he asked. I said I was in Chicago and he told
me he would be through in the morning. The next morning
we talked - and he gave me a ticket to Philadelphia.
That's where he was going to open. And I opened with
him. What an experience! Kids can't get that kind of
experience today - big bands don't play theaters as they
did in those days. We rehearsed the music. Ellington had
six trumpet players, but he said, "give the new boy the
lead book." Guess I made some enemies in the beginning.
We got on stage that night and I noticed that no one had
music but me. I didn't know it but they memorized
everything. The band started playing. I had my music on
the floor trying to read it when the lights went out! At
the end of the show everyone left the bandstand. I was
still there in shock. Ellington came up to me and told
me not to worry, that everything would fall into place.
Every day between shows I was upstairs practicing. About
the third day I had memorized the whole show, and
started to play. Ellington just smiled and smiled. Words
can't describe Duke Ellington. He never could find words
to be cross. He never would fire anyone, either. Once
you were in you were always in - a part of that family.
And you were always loyal because that was the way he
lived. Ellington left so much with us all - I just can't
find the words.
Cat Talks About Music
Music will always be the basis for human understanding.
You can't tell kids about that - they must assume this
until they get connected with a person like Ellington.
No youngster wants to go to school and be told this is
right and that is wrong - he hears that at home. At
clinics they want to hear about our experiences - how to
play - how to go about being a good playing artist. So
at clinics we talk and we demonstrate. I've had trumpet
players ask if I was breathing through my nose, I show
them how I breathe through my nose and keep the
mouthpiece in the same position. It takes more time to
breathe in, but you get more oxygen. But you're more
relaxed and can give out more because you're only using
the correct muscles.
How High is High?
That's something I really can't say. Right now it's
three C's above the staff. But as time goes on I'm sure
the bounds will be broken. During a clinic the other day
I made the most beautiful third C above the staff. I
stopped in the middle. I couldn't go any further - I was
so happy. To play high note trumpet you must have talent
- and you must be taught. My teachers could only go so
far. But I was always asking questions - over and over.
At the time I didn't realize it, but as an orphan I was
reaching out for love. I wanted to be understood - heard
- have someone love me. It's the same thing for any
trumpet player. He wants to better his ways, better his
position and better his playing.
Youngsters today must have good teaching. There is so
much for them to know today. Anyone can play high notes
if he tries and studies. But they must be careful not to
hurt themselves. Fighting that horn is a losing battle.
One day the lip will be paralyzed - there will be no
sound coming from the horn. I can happen. The young
trumpet player should ask questions - seek information.
Before I play I always do warmups 'til I'm ready. You
can't fight the horn and expect to win. Treat it like a
baby - take it in your arms and pat it. Say things to
it, and it will say things to you. You have to play with
a healthy attitude or it doesn't materialize.
Cat Talks About Those Wild, Cheering Ovations
I feel like a giant. It makes me feel bigger than my
horn. There are trumpet players who play equally well -
some who play better. But I know its attitude toward
people that counts. You have to give it all your soul
and body - do it as best you know how. As long as you
continue to give, people appreciate it. They see what
you are giving, and they're pulling for you. Even the
horn players are in your corner. Sincerity must be
there. Anything you want to do you can. But you can only
learn by giving and asking.