
Dizzy Gillespie and James Moody boarding the SS Norway, 21 October 1986
|
In the mid to late 1980s, Dizzy Gillespie was part of the Floating Jazz Festival for five consecutive years, 1984-88. He was very busy in those years, always on the road. I used to joke with him that he stayed out because his wife, Lorraine, didn’t want him at home with his unruly friends. I, of course was one of those unruly friends, and was always ushered straight to the basement when I visited Dizzy at his home in Englewood, New Jersey. Sometimes Dizzy’s schedule permitted him to be on board for a week, sometimes two, and other times he’d have a split week; he’d board the ship in St. Thomas and leave from the same island the following week. On one occasion he had to board the ship in St. Thomas and leave four days later in Miami. This is what happened in 1986. James Moody boarded the S/S Norway in Miami and made it clear he wanted to go with me to pick up Dizzy in St. Thomas. Dizzy would be arriving on his 69th birthday, and he wanted to be the first person to greet his old friend and mentor. It worked out perfectly, the plane landed on time, Dizzy’s luggage also arrived on time and as Dizzy left the plane and walked towards the glorified hanger that served as a terminal in those years, he was almost tackled by Moody, who somehow had managed to add some children to his entourage. We made our way to a waiting tender to be transported to the ship and I told Dizzy about the birthday celebrations we had planned, a gala concert with Moody, Milt Jackson, Clark Terry, Joe Williams, cakes and balloons. He was in a good mood and was even happier when the bumpy tender ride ended and he was able to walk up the gangway and board the ship. Moody was tagging along in back and at one point grabbed Dizzy. Dizzy looked in my direction and I took a picture. It was on the front of JazzTimes a month or so later and became the poster for the 1987 festival, when Dizzy was once again on board. He had to sign so many posters he complained of writer’s cramp. The only time he ever complained about anything all the years I knew him. It is one of my favorite photographs.
|
|



