Jazz Culture : Hommage à Lew Soloff

Le trompettiste Lew Soloff a disparu samedi 7 mars à l'âge de 71 ans.

Jazz Culture : Hommage à Lew Soloff
Lew Soloff ©Laura Solomon

Le trompettiste Lew Soloff (né le 20 février 1944) est décédé samedi 7 mars d'une crise cardiaque. Entre un oncle pianiste et amateur d'Armstrong et des parents artistes de music-hall, il s'est initié très tôt à la musique et au jazz. Il apprend le piano à cinq ans et à dix, il commence l'étude de la trompette.

A partir de la fin 1965, il joue et enregistre avec des formations extrêmement différentes. Il prend la place de Randy Brecker dans le groupe Blood, Sweat and Tears avec lequel il tourne pendant 5 ans. En 1973, il retourne dans le groupe de Gil Evans où il se fait remarquer du public du jazz, partageant la direction artistique avec le pianiste. Au début des années 80, il joue avec le Manhattan Jazz Quintet. Carla Bley, tout comme le tromboniste Ray Anderson, fait ensuite souvent appel à lui pour son expressivité sur la trompette. Il enregistre en leader depuis 1983.

Il avait formé un quintette à deux trompettes avec Jon Faddis, Salt Pepper n°3. Dizzy Gillespie l'engagera également et Wynton Marsalis l'invitera au sein du Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. On l'a vu participer à un Trumpet Legacy avec Nicolas Payton, Tom Harrell et Eddie Henderson… Lew Soloff était adoré des autres trompettistes pour une naturel désarmant qui fdissimulait une technique exceptionnelle.

La fille de Lew Soloff, Laura Solomon, a diffusé hier sur Facebook, ce témoignage particulièrement émouvant sur sa disparition :

"Tonight I lost my dad. We flew to New York to spend the week with him and my sister, enjoyed the day together, had dinner at our favorite grub spot. On the way home, he suffered a massive heart attack and collapsed into my arms on the sidewalk in front of my husband and children. I performed CPR with the help of a passerby and continued to assist after EMTs arrived. He died at the scene, was resuscitated, made it through an angioplasty but couldn't stabilize afterward and passed away just before 1:00 AM.

My dad was amazing. He could drive me fucking crazy, but that didn't make him any less essential to my life. He loved his grandkids. He loved my sister and me. He was one of the greatest trumpet players in the world and I'm so proud to be his daughter. I'm so happy to carry on a fraction of his musicality in the now rare moments that I pick up my violin.

Dad had more friends than anyone I know. He was always on the phone. Always. Even when it was totally inappropriate. He was so loved by so many. His life overflowed with people who cared for him. I am so thankful for you all.

I am devastated. I can't picture my life or my kids' lives without him in it. It doesn't seem real. It's definitely not fair. But I am so grateful to have spent my dad's last day on Earth together in New York City.

Please keep my family in your thoughts and respect our privacy during this awful time. We're hurting badly.

We will release details about a Memorial as we're able to piece things together."