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Clark Terry Remembers Red Holloway

May 31, 1927-Feb. 25, 2012

Red Holloway

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.

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.

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