I just heard today that he'd died. (I'm obviously working too much!) "Fresh Air" with Terry Gross played her interview with him in 2001, when he was named an NEA Jazz Master. What a wonderful guy, and it was so interesting to hear him talk about his early days with Miles, Bird, Bud, and Art Blakey, and a little bit of what he knew about the craft and art of music.
I had the pleasure of seeing him perform only twice, although I've listened to many of his recordings. Once was at that fabulous subterranean paradise the Village Vanguard in New York. He was there with a band composed mostly of his students from the University of Hartford's Julius Hartt School of Music (later renamed to the Jackie McLean Institute of Jazz). He was nervous and fidgety, fiddling around with a DAT recorder before they played, even starting tunes over a couple of times when he thought they'd gotten off on the wrong foot. But the band was smokin'! And his playing was searingly intense and absolutely sure. Just incredible to see him live, up that close.
The other time I saw him play was at the Atlanta Jazz Festival one year in the late '80s, when they Charlie Parker tribute day. On the bill that day at Piedmont Park were Charles MacPherson and Arthur Blythe, as I recall, with Jackie Mac as the closer. This was on Labor Day weekend, a time when there are often thunderstorms in Atlanta, and this occasion was no exception. As dusk descended, storm clouds gathered, the stage lights came on, and Jackie McLean's alto saxophone soared and swooped in front of a big band. It was incredibly exciting, even without the threat of impending rain. Between tunes, when the applause died down, we heard distant thunder. Some people left the park early, but I wasn't going to miss a moment of this. If I got struck by lightning, I would die a happy man!
While McLean played some incredibly fast bebop tune, his shoulders rising and falling as he played one blistering run after another and poured forth an incredible array of creative ideas, heat lightning pulsed in the sky above and behind the stage. It was literally as though the entire landscape was crackling with electricity, with Jackie McLean and his white-hot saxophone as the dynamo driving it all. Wow, it was a moment I will never forget. For this and so much more, thanks, Jackie.