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...thousands of the College's graduates and hundreds of its present students the only route to knowledge in music is that mapped out by Professor Archibald T. Davison. They are those who took Music 1, a course Davison started in 1935 and has taught ever since. For others, 'Walter Piston, Randall Thompson, and Leonard Bornstein among them, he was a teacher. But to that first group--majors in history, or chemistry, or elementary French--he laid out a path previously uncharted and provided an experience of lifelong value...
That is the way Davison likes to think about his course. "I'm not worried about how many facts they learn here," he says of its students. "The most important thing about Music 1 is what it means to them ten years from...
This is his forty-first year of teaching in the University. In fact, except for one year of study abroad, Davison has been here since he entered as a freshman in 1902, the fall after his graduation from Boston Latin School. He started out teaching harmony and counterpoint; one year later he was appointed University Organist and Choirmaster, a post he held for the next 30 years...
Turmpeter Davison, clarinetist Buster Bailey, and trombonist Vic Dickenson are all fine frontmen, and Art Trappier, Johnny Fields, and George Wein furnish a steady background. But each of the horn-players is outstanding on only one of the three qualities that make up a great jazzman--tone, imagination, and the indefinable "drive." Bailey, from years of playing behind Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith, possesses all the taste and tone in the group, ensemble specialist Dickenson has the musical imagination, and Davison alone carries the unit along with his driving-and-rocking school of musicianship...
...Blasting" is the only way to describe the things Bill Davison can do with a horn. Though a ring-side seat will allow you to overhear the obscenely humorous patter of the dapper little man from Chicago, it is also an invitation to an earache. Wild Bill's current blasts are the best he's blown since he first packed his horn and came east ten years ago; and when he bounces on the balls of his feet, closes his eyes, and blares through the mouthpiece held carelessly to the side of his lips, that ringside seat--earache...