I’ve loved Oscar and his music for most of my life, so this news really put a damper on my holiday spirit. His music has always been tied very closely to my memories of my grandfather who was, himself, a jazz pianist and swing band leader. When I wasn’t sitting on the floor listening to my grandfather play, I was sitting on the couch with him listening to Oscar, Teddy Wilson or Art Tatum records. Those early moments cemented my lifelong love of jazz and of Peterson’s music, in particular.
Oscar had stunning technique and was capable of lightning fast runs but he was also capable of moments great subtlety and emotion. He was also an excellent accompanist and sideman who played with some of the biggest names in jazz, so he knew when to reign it in and when to pull out all of stops. I know he has been criticized for being too flashy or for not evolving his style over the years, but he was an absolute master within the style he created. He’s also under-rated as a composer who he wrote some of my all-time favourite jazz pieces, the “Canadiana Suite” and “Hymn to Freedom”.
But forget about all of that. The most important thing about Oscar was that he could swing. Big time. He had an innate sense of timing and could lay down a rock-solid groove guaranteed to coax the soul out of anything he played.
My grandfather died when I was still quite young but as long as Oscar was still alive and playing I still felt a special connection to him. This christmas is going to be a melancholy one.