London House University

by Joe Alterman

Published by Mister Kelly's Chicago, 2018

I’ll never forget the evening I opened for Hiromi at New York’s Blue Note Jazz Club. One of my favorite

pianists, Ahmad Jamal, was in the audience, and it was the first time I performed for one of my heroes. It

was exciting that he was there, listening intently to my set, but I spent nearly the entire performance in a

state of crippling anxiety. For much of the weeks that followed, I felt embarrassed, shattered and

confused. I had let - or, more accurately, I hadn’t been able to keep - my fear from getting in the way of

the music which had, in my eyes, ruined the evening’s performance.

As the months passed and I reflected more on what exactly had happened that night, I eventually found

strength in that moment and felt ready when I was asked to open one evening for another hero, Les

McCann, also at the Blue Note. I was sound-checking when he entered the club. He approached the

stage and quickly asked me to play him some blues. While I was worried about what I, a white, Jewish

millennial could offer Les, one of the greatest blues players ever, I did my best, trying not to let fear enter

my mind. After a minute or two, Les said, “Amen,” and I breathed a sigh of relief. When I finished playing,

Les asked my name.

“Joe Alterman,” I said.

“Alterman,” he said, before asking, “You a Rabbi?”

“No,” I told him, through my laughter, “but I am a...”

“Hebrew?”, he interrupted.

Through my laughter again: “Yeah, I guess you could call me a Hebrew.”

“Well, from now on, you’re my He-bro.” And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

I certainly felt more confident after that experience, but, while things had gone well with Les, I soon

attributed that to luck, not skill; I still noticed that anxiety pop up whenever I spotted one of my musical

heroes in the audience.

A few months later I was asked to open for another one of my heroes, Ramsey Lewis, again at the Blue

Note. I remember the look my bassist gave me during the performance, which told me that Ramsey was

standing right behind me watching us, but on this occasion, I found the nerves stimulating. By this point,

I had realized that if I focused on performing for the audience as a whole, instead of to the one person in

it who I really wanted to impress, I’ll, for the most part, be myself throughout. I spent some time with

Ramsey after the set and he kindly gave me his email address before leaving. Little did I know at the

time, but this would be the start of another beautiful friendship.

I opened for Ramsey again a few months later and this time we spent much of his set break chatting in

his dressing room. It was here that he first told me all about playing opposite Oscar Peterson at

Chicago’s London House in the 1960's where, as London House’s then-intermission pianist, he would

play opposite Peterson and his trio every night for three weeks at a time, four sets a night, twice each

year. I asked him if he ever got nervous performing in front of Peterson. “No,” he told me. “I only knew

that I could do what I could do the best that I could do it, so I did it. You know?”

A-ha!

It wasn’t long before Les told me, “There's only two things in this life: love and fear. There's no jealousy,

hate, etc. It all falls under one of those two categories. Everything we do here on Earth is a challenge to

fear or to love,” and that advice, along with Ramsey’s, gave me both the confidence and understanding I

needed to move forward, fear-less.

As I reflected on this later, I started to wonder: if I was getting so much out of these one-night opening

acts, which only occurred a few times a year, the thought of how much Ramsey could’ve learned from

spending so much time around Oscar Peterson and so many other greats was unfathomable.

As I got to know both Ramsey and Les better, it became apparent to me just how educational and, in

many ways, formative, their time at London House had been. The more I spoke with and/or read (either

about or interviews with) past London House-performers, the more I found this to be so. And, like jazz

music, an oral tradition in itself, these findings weren’t simply stories; there was much within that I

learned from myself, lessons I find important to save for future generations, too.

Owned by brothers George and Oscar Marienthal since 1946, London House began presenting jazz

(piano trios in particular) in 1955, and it remained one of the city’s most popular jazz rooms until it’s

closing in 1975. Located at the corner of Wacker Drive and Michigan Avenue, there was a big sign out

front of London House that read, “Make a date with a steak tonight”, and, under that, “Now appearing”,

which is where you’d see name of pianists like Erroll Garner, Teddy Wilson, Marian McPartland, George

Shearing, Barbara Carroll, and Oscar Peterson, each of whom would be booked at the club twice yearly

for three weeks at a time.

“It was like going to class,” Ramsey told me. “They could very well have called London House ‘London

House University’ because there was something about everyone who played there, both their playing

and personality, that I learned from.” He then added, “The London House audience was a school within

itself, too.”

In addition to being a popular destination for live music, London House was a steakhouse famous for its

food. (As Les recalls, “The food at London House was something my memory shall never forget.”) This,

mixed with the fact that London House was located in “The Loop,” Chicago’s business district, meant

that it often drew businessmen simply looking for that after-work drink, resulting in, often times, a noisy

London House which, while often frustrating for the performers at the time, became a prime learning

opportunity.

Pianist Judy Roberts, who worked as an intermission pianist at London House from approximately 1968

to 1972, explained her schooling in this arena as well. She recalls being fired during her first month at

London House for how she dealt with one particularly loud talker: “I jumped off the piano bench and ran

off the stage. I grabbed the guy by the neck and started shaking him.” Luckily, George Marienthal liked

her enough to dismiss the incident and her for only two days. When she returned, she learned a subtler

way to deal with loud-talkers by watching iconic pros like George Shearing.

She recalls one evening when Shearing was performing to a hushed crowd, save for one loud-talker who

was seated near the stage. Judy remembers watching as the attentive crowd grew frustrated, pointing

out that, “while you did hear the music, you also heard this rising level of ‘shh’.” Finally, Shearing

stopped playing, picked up the microphone and said to the audience, “I’m playing as softly as I can.”

Judy watched as the entire audience cracked up, and the loud-talker finally quieted down after realizing,

through Shearing’s use of humor, that he was the only one talking.

One of Shearing’s longtime drummers, Rusty Jones (who Shearing met at London House during Jones’

tenure as Judy’s drummer), recalled a similar incident when someone dropped a glass and its crash

caused a loud interruption. Shearing, the same guy who once replied “not yet” when an interviewer

asked if he’d been blind all his life, said to the audience, ”We must be in Scotland. I just heard Glasgow.”

Jones also recalled Shearing dealing with interruptions from the traffic outside. Similar to Erroll Garner,

who, bassist Eddie Calhoun, in James Doran’s The Most Happy Piano, recalled mimicking, on London

House’s piano, the exact sound of crashing plates, Jones recalled Shearing mimicking on that same

piano the note being honked on the horn of the car outside of the London House.

Ramsey remembers watching Shearing successfully quiet audiences by playing increasingly soft. He

even recalls times when Shearing’s playing gradually became so soft that, eventually, he’d only be

mimicking playing the piano. “So he’s sitting there looking like he’s playing but all the audience is hearing

is themselves. And all of a sudden, everyone got quiet.”

While many would assume that the initial natural instinct of most, when trying to quiet an audience,

would be to play louder, learning that the opposite is actually so is an important moment in one’s musical

upbringing (especially pianists). As Judy explained, “Seeing what they do; not just how great they play,

but how they present it...was the greatest lesson of all.”

Another London House intermission pianist, Larry Novak (whose London House piano rivalry Oscar

Peterson remembered in A Jazz Odyssey, recalling one evening when Novak’s trio played “four tunes we

considered ours” and, even though “I am sure it was done with no malice...I decided to throw the piano

battle into full gear... I launched the Trio into a set that exactly paralleled Larry’s, tune for tune.”) recalled

a time when, despite Shearing’s best efforts to quiet an audience, it didn’t work. “He started to play, and

he played one song, and he stopped, and he said, ‘If the tone doesn’t quiet down, I’ll have to stop,

because the people who came to listen can’t hear.’ So he started again another song. The volume went

up and so did he.”

Ramsey pointed out another important thing he learned as part of his London House education: the art

of pacing one’s set. He explained to me that there would be noise in the room during the first part of the

set, because that’s when the waiters and waitresses would be delivering food and drinks. “The

challenge”, Ramsey said, “was how to maintain my frame of mind and overcome until the room was

quiet.”

Regardless of whenever the room became quiet, there were always things to be mindful of. “There were

things to be learned from everyone,” Ramsey explained. “There were people there who had finished their

food and were sitting there very quietly listening, but there were also those who were just trying to get

through with their dinner, desert and coffee. You had to be mindful of them all, which taught me how to

pace my set. Often, before London House, I would do a setlist of just a bunch of songs I wanted to play

during that set, but at London House, because of the delivering of food and drinks the first part of the

set, I started figuring out what to play when, depending on how the audience felt.”

However, and perhaps most importantly, London House became the vehicle for many to learn lessons

that, like the ultimate goal of the practice of the music itself, helped one further discover oneself.

“London House was one of the best places I ever played,” Les told me. “It was an eye-opening place for

me...I had a major learning experience there.”That experience took place one evening at the club when,

just about to go on stage, Les saw Oscar Peterson walk in the door, which made him very nervous.

“I went over to say hello to him and I sat down for a second to talk to him and told him, ‘Wow, you’re one

of my favorites.’

“That’s beautiful,’ Oscar said. ‘I’m glad to be here.’

‘I don’t know if I can play in front of you,’ I told Oscar. ‘I’m so nervous, I can’t believe it.’

“Oscar looked at me and said, ‘I didn’t come here to hear me. I came here to hear you. So you don’t

have to be nervous. Do what you do. I love what you do.’

”He was telling me to be myself,” Les explained. “And that calmed me for the rest of my life. It was a

moment of saying that I never have to fear what I do myself again...Without that experience, I’d have

probably been fearful for some time longer. I’d’ve had to learn that anyway, eventually, but that’s what I

learned on that spot and at that moment. I never looked back after that, either.”

Which sounded vaguely familiar to me...

But, really, Les never looked back after London House. London House represented an important

milestone and stepping stone in Les’ career. “London House lifted me up to a different level of where I

could play,” he said. “Before London House, I played in dives that had terrible-out of-tune pianos, places

where there’d be bullet holes in the windows, places that would be packed with people, everybody

talking at the same time. Playing the London House was a major step up for me. Once I played the

London House it was like I was a real performer, a real pianist. It was like going from the basement to the

penthouse. After London House, I never went back to the dives anymore.”

While London House became an important stepping stone in Ramsey’s career too, for him, a native

Chicagoan, London House had long been a destination, a dream.

“As a youngster,” Ramsey told me, “I used to take the bus to my piano lessons, and I still recall seeing

the sign out front of London House as the bus would cross the Wabash Bridge. I remember looking at it

and thinking to myself, ‘Wow. That place must be really great.’ And it was...”

Just as Les’ time with Oscar Peterson at the club had been deeply impressionable, so had been

Ramsey’s. Besides the obvious musical lessons one must have learned from being around that much

great music (remember, he saw Oscar every night for three weeks at a time, four sets a night, twice each

year for quite a few years), deeply impressionable on Ramsey was the time he got to spend with

Peterson off-stage at London House, where he got to ask him questions and watch him interact with his

fans and other pianists.

“I noticed that he would take as much time as he could to talk to piano players, no matter who they

were. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know them or not, but, if he had the time, he would offer whatever he

could, always in a calm and straightforward manner. To be one of the greatest piano players of all-time,

and acknowledged by Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, and Lester Young as such, and then to be humble

enough to stop and talk to other piano players without any ego involved at all, was an incredible thing to

witness.”

Ramsey recalled an especially impressionable day when, after asking Oscar “how do you do what you

do?”, Oscar invited Ramsey to his hotel for a piano lesson the following day. The lesson: “He told me to

play for the next 10 minutes using only the notes from middle C to the F an octave and a half above. He

told me to be creative, not to repeat myself and to make it swing. It was very difficult for me, but he did it

with incredible ease.”

It was apparent to me that Ramsey learned a lot from this meeting, but almost as important as the

lesson itself was the fact that Peterson had taken the time out of his day to do that. “It was one of the

moments that made him endearing to me,” Ramsey said.

Ramsey also recalled learning a lot about respect for the music from Peterson. “We wear suits and ties

because we respect what jazz is all about. That’s showing respect not only for the music, but also for

what you are about to play. And plus, all the masters who came before us wore suits and ties. You know,

back in the day, they were grateful that people came to see them, and part of wearing the suit and tie

was part of that thanking them for coming. We respect the music, and we respect the people who come

to see and hear the music.”

Ramsey also told me that, “At one point, there was another house pianist at the London House working

opposite him, trying to outplay Oscar in Oscar’s style. Watching how that went down was quite

instructive, too.”

That pianist, Eddie Higgins, wrote about the experience in February 1985’s JazzLetter:

As I attempted to sneak past him into the bar, he reached out and grabbed my arm.

"I want to talk to you," he said in a grim tone of voice.

I followed him out into the lobby of the building, which of course was deserted at that time of night. He

backed me up against the wall and started poking a forefinger into my chest. It still hurts when I think

about it.

"What the hell was that set all about?" he said.

I started a feeble justification, but he cut me off. "Bullshit! If you couldn't play, you wouldn't be here. If I

ever hear you play another dumb-ass set like that, I'm going to come up there personally and break your

arm! You not only embarrassed Richard and Marshall, you embarrassed me in front of my friends, just

when I had been telling them how proud I am of you, and how great you play.

"I know we're having a good night, but there are plenty of nights when you guys put the heat on us, and

if you don't believe me, ask Ray and Ed. We walk in the door, and you're smoking up there, and we look

at each other and say, ‘Oh oh, no coasting on the first set tonight!' So just remember one thing, Mr.

Higgins, when you go up there to play, don't compare yourself to me or anyone else. You play your

music your way, and play it the best you have in you, every set, every night. That's called

professionalism." And he turned and walked back into the club without a further word.

I've never forgotten that night for two reasons. It was excellent advice from someone I admired and

respected tremendously. And it showed that he cared about me deeply.

London House was obviously a very special place. It wasn’t just another place to play.

Perhaps Judy sums up the importance of her time there best, speaking as she makes the sign of the

cross on her chest: “I’m Jewish, but I’m going like this because that’s how much it meant to me.” She

continued, “Imagine getting to see and hear George Shearing two sets per night for three weeks, up-

close and personal, and then becoming friends, and then have him show me how to do his famous

‘block-chords’! As a teenager, this was absolute heaven. And then there were all the times with

Cannonball Adderley, Oscar Peterson, The Three Sounds, Marian McPartland, and many, many more.

Nothing can take the place of your eyes and your ears being given the opportunity to absorb the truth in

real-time!”

While, at times, I’ve wished that I had said to Ahmad Jamal what Les had said to Oscar Peterson before

the start of my performance that day, I’m now glad that everything happened as it did. It took failing in

front of Ahmad Jamal to eventually learn the most important lesson that I have: to be confident in what

you can do well, to play not what you think someone else wants to hear, but to play the things that make

you both happy and you.

There’s a lot to learn from these London House stories. I find it both ironic and fitting that, just as the

greatest thing one could’ve learned from their time at London House was to be oneself, I, in reading

these stories and identifying so much with everything learned at London House, feel further encouraged

that my job as a musician is to embrace my self too. I find comfort in knowing that it doesn’t matter to

which generation one belongs; every musician, at some point or another, will have to learn the same

lessons, and the ones learned at London House - and the ways in which they were presented - are

lessons I will continue to learn from and certainly share with musicians younger than myself.

As the jazz tradition continues through time, and new students continue to learn from older masters, we

must remain grateful, not only for the current venues that give us the opportunity to learn these lessons,

but also for places like London House for existing and paving the way - in so many ways - for the circle

to remain unbroken.

And I must try out Shearing’s “softly” line sometime...