Clark Terry Remembers Red Holloway

May 31, 1927-Feb. 25, 2012

It seems like Red Holloway was always close to me. My memories of Red are almost outside of time and place. I don’t remember when we met or how, or even how we started playing together (though it seems like Gene Ammons, who was also a friend, might have been a part of it). He was just always there, always close, and there’s not a moment I would change about our relationship in all those years. He was a beautiful, beautiful man.


Red Holloway

And a wonderful musician. He had a beautiful sound on that saxophone, especially a beautiful sound on the beat: He had great time, could really swing. Of course he loved the blues, too, and always sounded beautiful playing it. He was always available and ready for everything, for a recording session or to play a concert. When we did play a concert, Red was always ready to bring me to my knees. He was a fun-loving guy. He always had funny stuff to talk about with the audience, always got all the laughs. But when he picked up that horn, he was always guaranteed to play superbly.

Again, we got together on so many occasions that it’s hard to remember just one, but for many years we would play together at Joe Segal’s Jazz Showcase in Chicago, over the New Year’s week. Every year Red would be there, and every year we just couldn’t wait to get on the bandstand. We always picked up where we’d left off. I do have one definite memory of Red playing, at one of the Clark Terry UNH Jazz Festivals in Pine Bluff, Ark. I believe it was 2008. I remember him playing the blues and everybody just loved it. And I remember him singing that song “Locksmith Blues”: “My key don’t fit her lock no more.” I was just listening to our recording of that song the other day and thinking of him at that festival.

But what I mainly think about with Red is what a joyful cat he was as a person, as a friend. I loved him like a brother. I used to call him “Brother Red.” Whenever he would call, he would say, “Where’s my brother?” And I would say, “Brother Red!” and we would just start talking.

I remember one time when I was sick with a very bad cold. Red called from California, worried because I was coughing and hoarse and all this stuff. And he got on a plane from California to where I lived in Glen Cove, N.Y.—brought his own can of Lysol, too—and he announced, “I am here to take care of my brother!” He wanted to know what was being cooked for dinner and what kind of medicine I was taking. Another time, just after I’d moved to Arkansas, he was concerned about me because I was losing my sight, so he took me to an eye doctor in California. Red was like that.

That’s how close we were, and that’s how I remember Red. We called ourselves brothers because to me he was just like a real brother. I loved him, and I miss him very much.

As told to Michael J. West


  • Apr 02, 2013 at 09:04AM LianneHolloway

    And he loved you too, Clark. I remember those New Year's shows very well because I could count on my Dad coming to Chicago to visit me as well as play there. So many of us miss him. Thanks for sharing the memories.

  • Apr 16, 2013 at 02:23PM Chris Klaxton

    I have some fond memories of hanging with Red and Clark together. I remember going to the eye doctor with them in Cambria. Red was such a great host. We ate like kings and laughed so hard I'll never forget it. Clark has taught me so much over the years. Getting to spend time with Red was a fantastic chapter

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