Word: hackett
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Forget." At that point, Tomas de Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor, strode into the room. He was (in the words of Historian Francis Hackett) "lean, ascetic, ominous, with black fires in his hollow eyes, reminding one of certain Spanish landscapes that look like the suburbs of hell." Holding out a crucifix, Torquemada said: "Judas Iscariot sold Christ for 30 pieces of silver: Your Highness is about to sell Him for 30,000 ducats. Here He is; take Him and sell Him." He left the crucifix on a table and withdrew; shaken, the King declared that the edict would stand...
...Building, the Candid Microphone show had just gone off the air. The boys in the studio orchestra slowly began to pack up their instruments before heading for home or a Sixth Avenue bar. One man, a short, slender trumpeter with a tiny mustache, was in a hurry. Robert Leo Hackett stowed away his shining horn, flung out a hurried good night and left. Twenty minutes later he slipped into Nick's famed Greenwich Village jazz-and-gin mill, and stepped to the leader's place on the stand where five other musicians were waiting...
...weeks, Bobby Hackett had been doing his own double-in-brass. He went through his routine studio chores with easy, sweet-playing confidence. Then he went to work downtown, playing the most melodic hot trumpet in the land. So far the pace was telling on neither the man nor his music...
Eleven years ago, Hackett, then a young (22) guitarist in Joe Marsala's band, dropped in at Nick's old beer-and-sawdust joint, played some self-taught cornet and was hired on the spot to lead the band in a bigger place that Nick was starting. On opening night, the thin, bashful kid from Providence found himself giving the downbeat to such hot-jazz bigwigs as Trombonist Georg Brunis, Clarinetist Pee Wee Russell, Guitarist Eddie Condon and powerhouse Negro Drummer Zutty Singleton. In the cult-ridden, vociferous world of hot jazz, Hackett became an overnight sensation. Erudite...
...Sweetness. Actually, Hackett's playing didn't show the great Beiderbecke's hallmarks-the exciting, edgy undertones of heat, or the restless, spontaneous search within a severely disciplined pattern. But it did show, then and last week, a beautifully clear melodic line, tasteful invention and a sad sweetness that tempered everything he played from Embraceable You to Jada...