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Forty-eight years ago today, the pianist Conrad Yeatis \u201cSonny\u201d Clark died of a heroin overdose in a shooting gallery somewhere in New York City. He was thirty-one. The previous two nights\u2014January 11 and 12, 1963\u2014he had played piano at Junior\u2019s Bar on the ground floor of the Alvin Hotel on the northwest corner of Fifty-second and Broadway. On Sunday, January 13, the temperature reached thirty-eight degrees in Central Park.<\/p>\n

The next thing we know with certainty is that Baroness Pannonica de Koenigswarter, a noted jazz patron, called Clark\u2019s older sister in Pittsburgh to inform her of her brother\u2019s death. Nica, as the baroness was known, said she would pay to have the body transported to his hometown and that she\u2019d pay for a proper funeral.<\/p>\n

What is not known, however, is if the body in the New York City morgue with Clark\u2019s name on it was his. Witnesses in both New York and Pittsburgh (after the body arrived there) believed it wasn\u2019t; they thought it didn\u2019t look like Sonny. Some suspected a conspiracy with the drug underground with which Clark was entangled, but, as African Americans in a white system, they were reticent to discuss the matter. It was probably a simple case of carelessness at the morgue, something not uncommon with \u201cstreet\u201d deaths at the time, particularly when the corpses were African American. Today, there\u2019s a gravestone with Clark\u2019s name on it in the rural hills outside Pittsburgh, where a body shipped from New York was buried in mid-January of that year. How painful it must have been to stay silent and let a funeral proceed, not knowing for sure where Sonny\u2019s body was. His may be one of the thousands of unidentified ones buried in potter\u2019s field on New York\u2019s Hart Island, where Sonny himself dug graves years earlier, while incarcerated at Riker\u2019s Island on drug charges.<\/p>\n

Clark\u2019s right fingers on piano keys created some of my favorite sounds in all of recorded jazz. I noticed these sounds for the first time one afternoon in a coffee shop in Raleigh, North Carolina, in the winter of 1999. I walked in, a freelance writer seeking refuge from cabin fever at home. I was working on a magazine article about a Sixth Avenue New York City loft building that was a late night haunt of jazz musicians forty years earlier. Over the next hour, I became transfixed by the relaxed, swinging blues floating out of the house stereo system. The multipierced barista showed me the two-CD case, Grant Green: The Complete Quartets with Sonny Clark<\/em>. Green was a guitarist from St. Louis with a singing, single-note style that blended beautifully with Clark\u2019s effortless, hypnotic right-hand piano runs. \u201cThis is the epitome of cool,\u201d she said. True. It was also smokin\u2019 hot, and I heard a country twang in it. The nineteen tracks were recorded in December 1961 and January 1962 by the Blue Note label, but they weren\u2019t released until many years later, after both Green and Clark were dead.<\/p>\n

Clark was born on July 21, 1931, in Herminie No. 2, Pennsylvania, a coal patch a few miles from the bigger company town of Herminie (No. 2 refers to the second mine shaft of the Ocean Coal Company) and about twenty-five miles east of Pittsburgh. On August 2 of that year, his father, Emory Clark, a miner, died of \u201ca lingering illness of tuberculosis,\u201d as indicated in a brief obituary in a local paper. The family called it \u201cblack lung,\u201d a casualty of the mine work. Sonny was the youngest of eight kids and was raised by his mother and his older siblings. The 1930 census shows their home surrounded by families from Italy, Poland, Austria, and Russia as well as African Americans from Georgia and Tennessee. This extraordinary mix of people existed in a company village of only a few hundred people. The town had a school, a few places of worship (including a black church), a beer garden, and a company store. There was also a black-owned hotel that hosted some of the most popular weekend dances in the region for African Americans. A small boy (and a small man, too: five-foot-five, one hundred thirty pounds full grown), Sonny began playing piano in the hotel while in elementary school. People marveled at his playing, and he was written up in the famous black paper, the Pittsburgh Courier. His oldest brother, Emory, carried Sonny home on his shoulders after he won a talent show. They skipped rocks across ponds and learned how to make slingshots from roadside weeds and brush. The family\u2019s home was the countryside; Sonny\u2019s parents had met as kids in the country, living across a dirt road from each other in Stone Mountain, Georgia.<\/p>\n

My wife, Laurie Cochenour, grew up in Elizabeth Township, about seven miles from Herminie No. 2. For the past decade, I\u2019ve done a bit of research on Sonny Clark each time we visit her family, and Sonny\u2019s two surviving sisters have been helping me. I\u2019ve driven through Herminie No. 2 and found old-timers, black and white, who grew up with him. One of them gave me their second-grade class picture from 1937\u201338. Sonny is the only black kid in the class. I now have an accordion file full of material. After my biography of W. Eugene Smith, a book on Sonny may follow.<\/p>\n

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Miss Allebrand\\’s first-grade class, Washington School, 1937\u201338, Herminie No. 2, PA. Photograph courtesy of Betty Smith Dopkowski, who is standing to Sonny Clark\\’s right.<\/p><\/div>\n

My interest in Clark grew when I heard him on Smith\u2019s tapes from the Sixth Avenue loft scene. In the wee morning hours of September 25, 1961, while packing to leave for Japan from Idlewild Airport later that day, Smith turned on his tape recorder and let it roll until dawn. He had live microphones in the hallway and stairwell. He captured Sonny and his friend, the saxophonist Lin Halliday, arriving at the building and walking up the bare wood stairs with Lin\u2019s seventeen-year-old girlfriend, Virginia \u201cGin\u201d McEwan. Sonny and Lin had been playing at the White Whale in the East Village earlier in the evening with bassist Butch Warren and drummer Billy Higgins. Sonny sticks his head in Smith\u2019s door and says to the notorious pack rat, \u201cYou\u2019ve got a lot of shit in here.\u201d Smith responds, \u201cI\u2019ve been shitting for a long time.\u201d They laugh. Sonny and Lin then go into the hallway bathroom on the fourth floor and shoot heroin. Smith\u2019s tapes catch Sonny moaning to near unconsciousness. Lin grows anxious and then frightened. He sings to Sonny to try to keep him awake. Earlier that summer, Gin had saved Sonny\u2019s life with amateur CPR after an overdose. But now, when Lin calls out for her\u2014\u201cGin? Gin? Gin?\u201d\u2014she does not respond; she had already moved somewhere else in the building. The tension in the harrowing scene mounts. How miraculous (and perhaps questionable) that such a moment is caught on plastic reel-to-reel tape, to be heard in real time a half-century later in a digitally transferred file.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, in his room packing for Japan, Smith plays vinyl records of Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her poetry and actress Julie Harris reading Emily Dickinson. (Smith owned the entire Caedmon Records inventory). Over time, Sonny\u2019s dose wears off, and he and Lin shuffle down to the automat for cheeseburgers and milkshakes. For money, they tote several dozen bottles that Smith gave them to redeem for deposits at the grocery store. It\u2019s not clear if Smith ever saw Sonny Clark again. He spent a year in Japan, and Sonny went on to record the great tracks with Grant Green, as well as several other classic Blue Note albums, before dying sixteen months later.<\/p>\n

Read the second part of Stephenson\u2019s look back at Sonny Clark here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

See also: \u201cDorrie Glenn Woodson<\/a>\u201d and \u201cW. Eugene Smith<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam Stephenson is the author of <\/em>The Jazz Loft Project. He is currently at work on a biography of W. Eugene Smith for Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Check back soon for more of Stephenson’s dispatches. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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