|Orléans Jazz Fest. Photo by Didier Depoorter.|
On Super Dave's Vegas Spectacular (air date; see this).
21 March 1995
|Photo by Michael P. Smith [probably not taken at this festival; note it's mirrored!].|
|Photo by Steven Forster (erroneously dated 1997).|
8 May 1995
American Jazz Philharmonic changes name of its annual celebration from Irving Berlin Birthday to Henry Mancini Party, toasting the late composer. "The Jazz Philharmonic party this year celebrated the music of Harold Arlen, who would have been 90. Jack Elliott, director, intro'd multitalented host Ray Charles and pianist (extraordinaire) Stan Freeman. Among those warbling Arlen's tunes for the select group were: Tony Martin, Hal Linden (fresh from his Daytime Emmy win) , Nancy Reed (Kanter), Pat Gelbart, Steven Davis and Daryce Richman. The entire group of guests joined on Arlen songs including It's Only A Paper Moon, I've Got The World On A String, Off To See The Wizard and Black Magic, plus Over The Rainbow" (source here).
20 May 1995
Paramount Theatre, OaklandCA.
24 May 1995
Kansas City Symphony at the Municipal Auditorium; tickets at $16, $32 and $45.
31 May 1995
Sold-out crowd at The House of Blues, West Hollywood.
At The Horatio Alger Awards TV Special. See this.
1 June 1995
Humphrey's Converts by the Bay, Shelter Island, San Diego CA.
3 June 1995
Konocti Harbor Resort & Spa, Kelseyville CA.
6 June 1995
Caesar's Circus Maximus Theater, Atlantic City NJ.
11 June 1995
Bourbon Street Music Club, São Paulo BR.
Sam's Town River Palace Theatre, Tunica MS.
A fragment of the Vienne concert in this news item.
12 July 1995
Antistado, Pescara IT.
14 July 1995
At the Piazzetta in Portofino IT ("Triumphal entry [...] dazzling smile, a pair of avant garde design spectacles [...], an incredible floral tuxedo". The show aired on the 16th. See this).
Paléo Festival in Nyon FR.
26 or 27 July 1995
Palais des Sports, Bordeaux FR.
|Photo by Michel Lacroix (dated on Aug. 1, but probably about a week later).|
Shooting for Honda commercial in Los Angeles. See this.
|At the set. Photos by James Aylott.|
|Coll. Joël Dufour.|
The concert(s) on the 9th was bootlegged. George E. Tait's review in the New York Amsterdam News (Sep. 23, 1995):
The Reverend Ray Charles still slammin'.
Night-time in New York. A cloudless sky of full moon clarity. Summer is still here, but the air sings, "Call me autumn cause I'm so cool." It's Sept. 9, and the great Ray Charles is featured at Tramps. People pile into standing-room only space to see the man who is called "The Genius." In semi-darkness, waitresses spin smiles around tables. Food and drink, talk and smoke: the clatter and chatter of clubtime culture. It's the 20th anniversary of Tramps and Ray Charles was chosen to commence the celebration. A stroke of genius.
After the warm-up comedian ushered the audience through a half-hour of humorous material, it was time for Brother Ray. The audience waited as time passed. Although those sitting continued to jawbone and elbow-bend, the feet of those standing forced their toungues to speak out.
First, a discord of disappointment, then, a din of disrespect. More waiting. Time knew how to pass the audience, but few knew how to pass the time. Soon the voice of restlessness became the venom of rage. More time passed. Then finally the band came on, without Ray, but under the capable quality control of music director/alto saxophonist Al Jackson and the keyboard cushion of Ernie Vantrease.
`Woodie and Bu'
The crowd quieted. The orchestra opened with a composition called "Woodie and Bu," a bright jazz romp with both an intricate and intriguing arrangement. Outstanding were the call and response exchanges of the ensemble and an exquisite solo by tenor saxophonist Rudy Johnson.
After the selection received a stirring applause, Ray Charles himself was ceremoniously introduced and brought on to a rousing ovation of earsplitting cheers. Ray ritualistically stood front stage center, with smiling head thrown back, slightly swaying with hands on hips before outstretching his arms to the stratosphere. He absorbed the applause and then embraced its essence and energy.
Seated at the piano (Vantrease switched to organ), Ray plunged deep into an uptempo song as the band lunged forward with symbiotic sophistication. The song was further dramatized by Ray's verbal gymnastics and body dialect.
For his next song, Ray adroitly altered the mood and sang his hit "Busted," a western blues with a country accent. Next came his first signature song of the evening. Sometimes in the second spot, sometimes in the third, but invariably the one or the other: "Georgia." It is always included, same key, same tempo, same fundamental arrangement. But always different; always original, decade after decade. It is his most serious song.
Each time he sings it, his face changes to a frozen blend of melancholy and mystery. A standard that has become a state anthem is still a private horror transformed to blues. His enunciation of the name "Georgia" shifts through somber subtleties of personal significance. Sometimes "Zhorgia," or "Gordia," or "Ghorja," or "Shor-cha," one hears the name and feels the meaning.
Another favorite followed. Ray's vibrant version of "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" was additionally noteworthy for its time signature and tempo alternation between commontime stanzas and waltztime chorus. Brother Ray's trademark personalization of lifeless lyrics combined with original interpretations of outdated material consistently elevates the simplest song into the echelon of excellence and excitement.
"Just For a Thrill" was Ray's dissertation on pain. He sang it with frostbitten tones supported by the sympathetic sounds of a broken-hearted band.
When Ray sang "The Goodlife," he lasered the lyrics onto an acoustic screen so that everyone could "see" the good life. Ray became the consummate jazz singer, city-smooth and cosmopolitan, with urbanized inflections painting nocturnal skylines of downtown landscapes. His delivery danced in the debonair tempo of definitive swing.
After two back-to-back blues songs, Ray brought out the Raylets and presented a clever cause and effect juxtaposition with the next two songs. First, The Rayless Raylets sang, "Guess Who I Saw Today" with harmony so perfect they could have been renamed "The Mills Sisters." The lyrics became both lush and luscious while the band intoned sound sculptures of intimacy and scintillating shapes of things to come. The "effect" of "Guess Who I Saw Today" was "Hit The Road Jack." Ray's updated version of his original hit was a marvel to behold. He interweaved music, monologue, dialogue, drama and sitdown comedy. Through it all, his timing remained impeccable, his musicality flawless, his title of genius justified.
Ray's second signature song of the evening was his ground-breaking country and western classic, "I Can't Stop Loving You." As soon as he recorded it, the song opened up a global ear to country and western music, immediately lifting it out of the mire of disregard and into the mainstream of distinction.
He closed, of course, with his inevitable tour-de-force finale: "What'd I Say," his third signature song.
Speaking with Angela Woodman, an eight-year member of the Raylets, she expressed that "Ray is a perfectionist who caters to people's souls and is able to tap into them through the keys on the piano." She further stated, "Ray Charles is a forefather. He has his own sound. People try to imitate him. He stands out because of his unique trueness to himself regardless of the trends and pace of the music industry."
Had the popular songwriting team in 1967 with the tune called "When I'm Sixty-Four" looked into the future and seen Ray Charles in action at Tramps, they would have changed the title. On Sept. 23, Ray Charles' 65th birthday, he heads for his next concert in Brazil.
The depth of his soul inspired Aretha Franklin to call him "Reverend"; the scope of his behavior encourages many to call him crazy. Whatever he is called, he is nevertheless a genius and still slammin' after all these years.
|Ray Charles and David Hoffman. Photo by Rahav Segev.|
Tour in Japan?
|1995 Japan Tour, souvenir brochure.|
|Photo taken in (mid?) 1990s, probably at RPM.|