Entertainment
Quincy Jones, legendary American musician and composer, dies
Quincy Jones, who expanded the American songbook as a musician, composer and producer and shaped some of the biggest stars and most memorable songs in the second half of the 20th century, has died at his home in Bel-Air.
Widely considered one of the most influential forces in modern American music, Jones died Sunday surrounded by his children, siblings and close family, according to his publicist Arnold Robinson. He was 91. No cause of death was disclosed.
“[A]lthough this is an incredible loss for our family, we celebrate the great life that he lived and know there will never be another like him,” Jones’ family said in a statement to The Times. “He is truly one of a kind and we will miss him dearly; we take comfort and immense pride in knowing that the love and joy, that were the essence of his being, was shared with the world through all that he created. Through his music and his boundless love, Quincy Jones’ heart will beat for eternity.”
The arc of Jones’ long career stretched from smoky jazz clubs, where he collaborated with innovators such as Miles Davis, Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie, to his Los Angeles power base, where, like a titan, he watched over his musical empire from a mansion atop Bel-Air.
During his career, Jones helped mold Michael Jackson into a mega-star by producing a trilogy of albums that made the pop singer arguably the best-known musician in the world, raised tens of millions for Ethiopian famine victims by producing the bestselling song “We Are the World” and won 28 Grammy awards, more than any artist aside Beyonce and George Solti.
If some stars reached a career cruising altitude where they were identified by just one name — Prince, Madonna, Sting — Jones boiled it down to a single letter: Q.
Harvard historian and literary critic Henry Louis Gates Jr. said he viewed Jones’ influence and career milestones as being on par with American innovators and big thinkers like Henry Ford, Thomas Edison and Bill Gates.
“We’re talking about the people who define an era in the broadest possible way,” Gates told Smithsonian Magazine in 2008. “Quincy has a lifeline into the collective consciousness of the American public.”
Oprah Winfrey, who worked with Jones when he helped produce and score the music for “The Color Purple,” described him as being a force of nature, unlike anything she’d encountered.
“Quincy Jones on a bad day does more than most people do in a lifetime,” she said in “The Complete Quincy Jones: My Journey and Passions.”
The late Miles Davis put it another way: “Certain paperboys can go in any yard with any dog and they won’t get bit. He just has it.”
When he was young and amid the legends of the day, Jones said he would “sit down, shut up and listen,” silently absorbing lessons he realized he couldn’t possibly get anywhere else. But fame and success ultimately released any reluctance to speak out, and seemed to loosen his ego as well.
Asked by The Times in 2011 to compare himself to Kanye West (now kown as Ye), Jones seemed indignant.
“Did [West] write for a symphony orchestra? Does he write for a jazz orchestra? Come on, man … I’m not putting him down or making a judgment or anything, but we come from two different sides of the planet.”
In testament to the respect Jones commanded, when Barack Obama was exploring a presidential bid, one of his first stops in Southern California was the producer’s Bel-Air estate.
Taking in the home’s king-of-the-universe views, Obama listened while Jones told stories of jamming with legends like Gillespie or the surge of power he felt working the soundboard as one mega-star after another stepped forward to sing a verse for “We Are the World.”
Quincy Delight Jones Jr. was born March 14, 1933, in Chicago. His father, Quincy Jones Sr., was a semi professional baseball player and a carpenter. His mother, Sarah Frances, was a bank officer and an apartment manager. His younger brother, Lloyd, died in 1998.
As a youth, Jones was exposed to Black roots and religious music and early jazz piano. His mother was an avid singer of spirituals and a next-door neighbor, Lucy Jackson, helped Jones learn to tap out boogie-woogie on the keyboard.
When he was 10, Jones’ mother was committed to a mental institution. The impact was profound and Jones said he was left with painful memories of the trips to the psychiatric hospital, unsure exactly why his mother couldn’t come home with him.
“They took her away in a straitjacket, man,” he said in a 2009 interview with The Times. “For me, that was the end of what mother meant.”
With his mother institutionalized, Jones said, he began to run the streets. It was a tough, beaten-down neighborhood on the south side of Chicago and gangsters controlled every block. One day when Jones was walking home, a group of street toughs pinned him to a fence, plunged a knife blade into one of his hands and stabbed him in the temple with an ice pick.
That helped convince Jones’ father, who had divorced and remarried, that it was time to get out of Chicago.
In search of a better job and a safer environment, Jones’ father moved his newly blended family to Bremer, Wash., in 1943 and found work at the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard. When the war ended, the family moved to Seattle.
The upheaval and family turbulence shaped Jones. “If I had a good family,” he once joked, “I might have been a terrible musician.”
When he was 14, he befriended a teenager named Ray Charles. The friendship, which lasted a lifetime, opened a new world for Jones.
In Charles, Jones found an emerging prodigy, a musician who played a blend of blues, gospel and R&B he’d never heard. The two started playing together and Charles — blind since he was 7 — urged Jones to pursue arranging and composing.
“I met Ray Charles at 14 and he was 16,” Jones recalled “But he was like a hundred years older than me.”
After high school, Jones attended Seattle University and earned a scholarship to what’s now the Berklee College of Music in Boston. In the early ’50s he joined Lionel Hampton’s big band as a trumpeter and arranger and later toured South America and the Middle East with Gillespie’s big band.
Jones’ visibility escalated and, barely into his mid-20s, he was soon arranging and recording for Sarah Vaughan, Dinah Washington, Count Basie, Duke Ellington and, of course, Charles.
In the late ’50s, Jones relocated to Paris, where he studied composition with the highly regarded teacher Nadia Boulanger and composer Olivier Messiaen. But a European tour leading his own big band in the early ’60s ran into financial problems and came to an unceremonious end.
“We had the best jazz band on the planet,” Jones told Musician magazine, ”and yet we were literally starving. That’s when I discovered that there was music, and there was the music business.”
Another door opened when Mercury Records offered Jones a position as musical director of the company’s New York division. In 1964, he was promoted to vice president of Mercury Records, the first Black person to hold an executive position at a major U.S. record company.
Jones’ successes continued. In the mid-’60s, he produced four million-selling singles and 10 Top 40 hits for Lesley Gore, including “It’s My Party.” He also arranged Frank Sinatra’s iconic “Fly Me to the Moon.”
In 1964, he agreed to compose the music for Sidney Lumet’s “The Pawnbroker.” It was the first of more than 30 films that Jones would score, a list that included “The Deadly Affair,” “In the Heat of the Night,” “Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice,” “They Call Me Mr. Tibbs!” and “The Getaway.”
While the jobs came quickly, the undertow of racism in the industry was always there, tugging at him.
When Jones was asked to write the soundtrack for “In Cold Blood,” he said Truman Capote, who wrote the bestselling book the film was based on, tried to block him from working on the film.
“He said, ‘I just don’t understand why you want a colored man’s music in a film with no negros,’” Jones told the San Francisco Chronicle in a 2008 interview. “I knew it was going to be hard for a Black guy to break into movies.”
The musical score for “In Cold Blood,” though, earned him an Academy Award nomination in 1967, the first of seven times he was nominated.
Jones was equally productive for television, composing the theme music for “Sanford and Son,” “The Bill Cosby Show,” “Banacek” and “Ironside.”
His busy schedule also included the founding of his own company, Qwest Productions, and stints providing arrangements for Peggy Lee, Sarah Vaughan, Billy Eckstine and Ella Fitzgerald, Sinatra and his own bands.
After producing the soundtrack for the 1978 film “The Wiz” — which featured Diana Ross and Michael Jackson — Jones was approached by Jackson, who wondered if he would produce his next album.
Jackson’s record label initially stood in the way, worried that Jones was a jazz guy. Jackson pushed back, insisting he wanted to work with Jones.
“Everybody said, ‘You can’t make Michael any bigger that he was in the Jackson 5,’” Jones recalled. “I said, ‘We’ll see.’”
The album, “Off the Wall,” was a critical success, but the follow-up, “Thriller,” released in 1982, became the bestselling album of all time and earned eight Grammy awards. Suddenly, Jackson’s career was kicked into the stratosphere and Jones was regarded as the high priest of pop music.
Five years later, Jackson released “Bad,” the third and final collaboration between the two. It yielded five No. 1 hits.
Jackson, Jones said, was the hardest-working performer he’d ever seen. To fully harness the emotional might that Jackson seemed to possess, Jones said he transformed the recording studio into a concert stage by dimming the lights and urging Jackson to dance while he recorded, as if an entire audience were bearing witness. Decades later, Jones was awarded $9.4 million after a Los Angeles jury determined he’d been shortchanged millions in royalties by Jackson’s estate.
A year later, following the 1985 American Music Awards, Jones assembled a star-studded team of musicians, from Ross to Bruce Springsteen, to record “We Are the World.” The song became one of the bestselling singles of all time and raised nearly $70 million to assist victims of the famine in Ethiopia.
But the workload, the stress and the weight of a crumbling marriage had taken a toll and Jones broke.
He postponed all ongoing projects, canceled his scheduled appearances and flew to Tahiti. Alone.
“I stayed for 31 days,” he told The Times in 1989. “It was the most heavy 31 days of my life. I went all the way down. I just wandered from island to island. I was really in trouble.”
As he put the pieces back together, Jones said he felt oddly renewed, as if he’d undergone a spiritual cleansing. “Sometimes you need God to just slap you and say, ‘Let’s take a look and see what’s going on here.’”
Back in L.A., his career resumed briskly. He formed Quincy Jones Entertainment, a partnership with Time Warner, produced NBC’s ‘Fresh Prince of Bel Air,” staged an inauguration concert for President Bill Clinton and began recording “The Q Series,” an ambitious anthology of Black American music. He also formed Qwest Broadcasting, which then was the largest minority-owned broadcasting company in the U.S.
In 1996, he produced the 68th annual Academy Awards telecast. Three years later, U2 lead singer Bono, singer-songwriter Bob Geldof and Jones met with Pope John Paul II as part of an effort to erase the debt load shouldered by third world nations. And in 2008, he was named an artistic adviser to the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing, a post some urged him to reject in protest over China’s dismal human rights records.
The awards and honors bestowed on Jones were nearly mind-bending. He was nominated for a Grammy 80 times, winning 28 times. He received eight Academy Award nominations. He was the first musician whom France honored as both Commandeur de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres and Commandeur de la Légion d’Honneur. He was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and he received Kennedy Center Honors.
Jones’ Quincy Jones Foundation distributed millions of dollars in L.A. and abroad to advance humanitarian causes and encourage arts education. Quincy Jones Elementary School in South L.A. was named in his honor. When he attended the ribbon-cutting in 2011, he said it brought back memories of when he first arrived in L.A.
Late in life, Jones reflected on his mortality, telling The Times that he had deleted the names of 188 friends and associates from his iPhone in a single year. All dead.
“You start out playing in bands and doing duets,” he said. “And then you worry that in the end it’s all going to be a solo.”
Jones was married three times, the longest to actress Peggy Lipton. He is survived by seven children, including actor Rashida Jones.
Former Times jazz critic Don Heckman contributed to this story prior to his death in 2020. Marble is a former Times editor.
Movie Reviews
Better Man (2024) – Movie Review
Better Man, 2024.
Directed by Michael Gracey.
Starring Robbie Williams, Jonno Davies, Steve Pemberton, Damon Herriman, Raechelle Banno, Alison Steadman, Kate Mulvany, Frazer Hadfield, Tom Budge, Anthony Hayes, Jake Simmance, Jesse Hyde, Liam Head, Chase Vollenweider, Rose Flanagan, Jack Sherran, Karina Banno, Asmara Feik, Leo Harvey-Elledge, Elyssia Koulouris, Frazer Hadfield, Chris Gun, Ben Hall, Kaela Daffara, and Chase Vollenweider.
SYNOPSIS:
Follow Robbie Williams’ journey from childhood, to being the youngest member of chart-topping boyband Take That, through to his unparalleled achievements as a record-breaking solo artist – all the while confronting the challenges that stratospheric fame and success can bring.
During a conversation exploring the possibility of a biopic, British popstar Robbie Williams told well-regarded musical director Michael Gracey that he saw himself as a monkey performing for others. That became the window into telling the story of this singer/songwriter with Better Man, a film that, as the title implies, also shows that Robbie Williams is self-aware of his flaws, mistakes, and shortcomings without being afraid to put them front and center. Yes, rather than go through the arduous casting process, Michael Gracey ran with that comment literally, making the creative choice to have the pop star played by a CGI monkey (voiced by Jonno Davies, with Robbie Williams lending his vocals.)
It’s a smart move to roll a short clip of subject and filmmaker conversing before the film starts proper, not just because other parts of the world might not be familiar with Robbie Williamss music (consistently accidentally reading it as a biopic about musician Robin Williams if you’re anything like me), but also since this is such a bold concept for a biopic that it’s helpful to get an idea of what this man looks like and the personality he puts out there before it’s all monkey business.
Going one step further, this turns out to not fall into the trappings of a flailing gimmick but ties into themes of pressures of the music industry, fame causing stunted behavior, family drama, and an unflinching portrayal of self that doesn’t smooth over any rough edges. Better Man is an invigorating biopic; a shot of adrenaline to the most overplayed, clichéd genre. After this, no one should be allowed to make biopics (at least ones about musicians) unless they have an equally creative angle or some compelling X factor behind it. Simply put, this film puts most recent offerings from the genre to shame, especially the ones that get trotted out at the end of every year as familiar awards bait.
Even though the life trajectory and story beats aren’t anything new to anyone who has ever seen a biopic about a musician before, it gets to be told with boundless imagination, typically coming from several dazzling musical sequences. Not only are they dynamic in presentation (whether it be jubilantly unfolding across the streets of London or something more melancholy regarding fatherly abandonment), but they are sometimes highwire concepts themselves; Better Man has one of the most thrilling, fantastically clever, visually stunning, and exciting takes on battling one’s demons.
The characters (including Robbie’s family, friends, lover, hell, and even Oasis) don’t interact or react to Robbie Williams as a monkey. It’s a visual treat for us (this film would fall apart without the astonishingly expressive technical wizardry from Weta, who already have proven themselves as outstanding in this field when it comes to the recent Planet of the Apes movies) but another personal, self-deprecating, honest interpretation of how Robbie saw himself during these life stages. Initially, this feels like it will end up as a missed opportunity for further creativity or humor. One of the more surprising elements here is that the filmmakers (with Michael Gracey co-writing alongside Oliver Cole and Simon Gleeson) are playing this material straight and not going for laughs. That confidence pays off, allowing a maximalist, melodramatic side to come out with sincere, absorbing emotional heft.
That story follows a standard rise and fall structure, with Robbie Williams finding inspiration from his initially supportive singing father (Steve Pemberton), exhibiting a relatable drive to make his grandmother (Alison Steadman proud, getting his start in boy band Take That before his insecurities and worsening substance abuse and egocentric behavior gets him kicked out, stumbling into a rocky relationship with Nicole Appleton (Raechelle Banno), and then not only finding the courage to put some meaningful lyrics out into the world through a successful solo career but managing the anxieties that come with performing in front of humongous crowds while constantly struggling with drug addiction.
Some of those aspects feel glossed over and aren’t as explored as they possibly could have been (the film is already 135 minutes, but some of it is given a broad strokes treatment), but it’s affecting anyway due to the creativity, artistry, musical numbers, and blunt honesty enhancing those character dynamics. Better Man is a biopic that starts with a confessional about being a narcissist and having a punchable face and ends up somewhere beautifully moving that perfectly captures the essence of that title. There is also a healthy dose of Frank Sinatra here, given that he was a major source of inspiration for Robbie Williams, so let’s say he and Michael Gracey did this biopic their way, and the result is something no one should want any other way.
Flickering Myth Rating – Film: ★ ★ ★ ★ / Movie: ★ ★ ★ ★
Robert Kojder is a member of the Chicago Film Critics Association and the Critics Choice Association. He is also the Flickering Myth Reviews Editor. Check here for new reviews, follow my Twitter or Letterboxd, or email me at MetalGearSolid719@gmail.com
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A sultry scene shifts in 'The Brutalist'
The architectural wonder of writer-director Brady Corbet’s 215-minute postwar immigrant epic “The Brutalist” astonishes onscreen. The ambitious spectacle, which follows László Toth (Adrien Brody) chasing his American Dream, only to be upended by a tycoon (Guy Pearce), was captured on VistaVision for its visceral widescreen imagery. The striking photography from cinematographer Lol Crawley suggests themes of modernity versus classicism — the waters of the Statue of Liberty, the majestic quarries of Carrara, Italy — but a sensual magnetism seeps into the visual style as well. Its full extent is on display during an underground party where László drinks and dances with a woman (Dóra Sztarenki). Filming in Budapest, Crawley minimally lighted the moody moment, which reverberates with a sultry version of “You Are My Destiny.” The camera drifts, hinting to an ominous figure looking from above. “What’s wonderful about that scene is that we start on the woman’s legs as she walks in, and then she has this flirtatious dance with Laszlo,” Crawley says. “It’s all handheld, shot in an almost documentary way to give the actors freedom in the space. So it’s this real gentle balance, which in many ways was wonderful and liberating.” It’s a gentle moment that soon turns brutal.
Movie Reviews
Movie Review | 'Nosferatu'
Robert Eggers’s take on the 1922 F.W. Murnau film “Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror” has long been a passion project for the director, in various stages of development since he broke out with 2015’s “The Witch.” Now that the film has finally made its way to screens, Eggers has the opportunity to shine. And like any of his films, “Nosferatu” has mood and style to spare.
Eggers’s movies always have great attention to detail, but sometimes the style can outweigh the story and “Nosferatu” is no different. “The Witch” was about setting a moody atmosphere and “The Northman” was about showing off the muscularity in his filmmaking and in between he made arguably his best movie, “The Lighthouse,” which is a bizarre, fever dream kind of experience.
In the first frames of “Nosferatu,” Ellen (Lily-Rose Depp) emerges from the shadows with tears running down her face. She is calling out to something, but nothing is there. What is making her body move in such unpleasant ways? Who is the mysterious voice calling out to her? From the shadows emerges a silhouette of Count Orlok (Bill Skarsgård), who is haunting Ellen.
Years later, Ellen is in a relationship with Thomas (Nicholas Hoult, who is having a busy year between “Nosferatu,” “Juror #2” and “The Order”). Thomas is heading to Transylvania to meet with Count Orlock, foreshadowing a great deal of dread in the movie. Back home, Ellen is not doing well, constantly haunted by the looming presence of Count Orlock, who will not let her know peace.
Not only does Count Orlock hang over Ellen’s life, but his existence hangs over the entire movie. Eggers effectively uses the character sparingly, shooting him in shadows and only revealing his face every so often. It’s best to go into the movie surprised by the design, because Eggers certainly doesn’t settle for recreating the well-established imagery from the original film. Skarsgård, who is becoming a horror film regular, is nowhere to be found in his performance, completely disappearing behind the character.
Depp delivers the strongest performance of her young career, as she is required to run the gauntlet of emotional and physical pain. Her suffering helps bring some emotion to the movie, which can occasionally feel cold and distant in service of emphasizing the film’s craft. Individual moments of dread feel palpable, but the movie goes through plodding stretches (including with superfluous characters played by Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Emma Corrin; Eggers regular Willem Dafoe also plays a role), where the emotionality of Depp’s performance and the grim appearance of Skarsgård become sorely missed.
Even when the movie is choppy, it’s hard to not get lost in the impeccability of the craft. Egger and cinematographer Jarin Blaschke partially use natural lighting to establish the mood, while production designer Craig Lathrop transports viewers to 1838 Germany. Getting lost in the world of “Nosferatu” isn’t hard — though sometimes being moved by it as a whole is a tough task.
“Nosferatu” is currently playing in theaters.
Matt Passantino is a contributor to CITY.
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