Remembering Music and one of it's Members, who contributed so greatly ....
Art Porter 1961-1996
Arthur Lee Porter, Jr. perished in a tragic boating accident in
Thailand on Saturday evening, November 23, 1996. Porter and four others
were floating on the River Kwae when their raft sprang a leak. Porter, a
boatman, and a married couple who were music teachers in Bangkok all
drowned. The only survivor was Alan Burrows, a guitar player in Porter’s
band. Porter and the band had just played at the Golden Jubilee Jazz
Festival in Bangkok and were on their way to the Malaysian capital,
Kuala Lampur, as part of the Thailand International Jazz Festival 96.
Although
Art is best known for his saxophone playing, he originally played the
drums in his father’s jazz trio at age 9. Growing up in the Porter
household in Little Rock, Arkansas, he was exposed to the sounds of
Coltrane, Bird, and Gene Ammons. He was soon barred from playing with
the trio by the state’s Beverage Control Board. However, then state
Attorney General Bill Clinton pushed a law through allowing underage
performers to work if a parent or guardian acts in a
performing/supervisory capacity. The law is commonly known today at the
“Art Porter Bill.” At the age of 15, Art was ready to step up and take
center stage. After deciding he no longer wanted to serve as a support
player, the saxophone “just became more natural to me.” The following
year, young Porter attended the Berklee College of Music for a semester.
He later received a scholarship to Northeastern Illinois University,
where he played in local bands, including Von Freeman’s, every week.
After receiving his degree in music education, Art began his journey as a
professional musician, playing with Jack McDuff, Pharoah Sanders, Gene
Chandler, and serving as musical director for the vocal r&b group
After 7. On the road, Art developed a solid following and was soon
signed with Verve/Polygram. His debut solo album, Pocket City, was
released on Verve Forecast in 1992. Although he was primarily exposed to
traditional jazz in his youth, Pocket City was an album definitely in
the contemporary jazz vein. “I grew up on the standards,” he said in
1992, “but I didn’t grow up to be a jazz purist. In high school I got
into a new wave kind of thing, and I’ve always liked funk. So when I got
my own band, the challenge was to put all these things together. I
wanted to do something that would be considered commercial and still
have some integrity to the music.” The same style was evident on his
three releases following:
Straight to the Point,
Undercover, and
Lay Your Hands On Me (all on Verve Forecast).
David Bendett was the manager for Art’s band during the Southeast
Asian tour. Bendett said that the President had been informed of
Porter’s death. “President Clinton knew Art ever since he was a boy and
they had always kept in touch,” Bendett said.
“Art Porter was a treasured member of the Verve / Polygram family,”
said Chuck Mitchell, Senior Vice President and General Manager of the
Verve Group. “He was a great musician and a tremendous performer. More
than that, Art was a warm and generous spirit who touched all who met
him and heard his music. Our deepest condolences and sympathies go out
to Art’s family in this time of sadness.”
Art was an engaging performer and continued to earn rave reviews for
his live performances. One person recounted her experience at seeing him
play: “He came down into the audience, walked through our row and
stopped right in front of me and played! It was such a thrill. Even
though I had never met him, he just gave you this warm sense of being.”
In a recent profile in Jazziz magazine, he recounted his father’s advice
to him about playing for the people. “I think what it’s really about is
giving to people and moving them. And hopefully, there’s some people
out there to appreciate it.”
Art Porter was 35 years old. He is survived by his wife, Barbie, and two sons, Arthur III and Arrington, ages 6 and 3.
**I was fortunate enough to see Art LIVE at Kimballs East in Emeryville, a few months prior to his untimely death, my memory was a young man in his prime and full of life and full of love for his art. Gone but not forgotten. ** KK