Erroll Garner
Real name: Erroll Louis Garner.
Born: Jun 15, 1921 in Pittsburgh, PA.
Died: Jan 2, 1977 in Los Angeles, CA.
One of the most distinctive of all pianists, Erroll Garner proved that it was possible to be a sophisticated player
without knowing how to read music. A brilliant virtuoso who sounded unlike anyone else.
His playful free-form introductions (which forced his sidemen to really listen), his ability to play stunning runs
without once glancing at the keyboard, his grunting and the pure joy that he displayed while performing were also part
of the Erroll Garner magic.
Garner, whose older brother Linton is also a fine pianist, appeared on the radio with the Kan-D-Kids at the age of ten.
After working locally in Pittsburgh, he moved to New York in 1944 and worked with Slam Stewart's trio during 1944-45
before going out on his own. By 1946 Garner had his sound together and when he backed Charlie Parker on his famous "Cool
Blues" session of 1947, the pianist was already an obvious giant. His unclassifiable style had an orchestral approach
straight from the swing era but was open to the innovations of bop. From the early '50s Garner's accessible style
became very popular and he never seemed to have an off day up until his forced retirement (due to illness) in early
1975. His composition "Misty" became a standard. Erroll Garner, who had the ability to sit at the piano without prior
planning and record three albums in one day (all colourful first takes), made many records throughout his career for
such companies as Savoy, Mercury, RCA, Dial, Columbia, EmArcy, ABC-Paramount, MGM, Reprise and his own Octave label.
Misty
Words & music by:-
Errol Garner & Johnny Burke
Look at me,
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand,
I get misty just holding your hand
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear,
I get misty the moment you're near
You can say that you're leading me on
But it's just what I want you to do
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
That's why I'm following you
On my own,
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love