A Conversation With Freddie Gruber

Freddie Gruber

He hopped, he bopped, he danced. Most of all he stayed outside the mainstream.

I first met Freddie Gruber 20 years ago, but I didn’t get to really know him until about 2003. I dropped in on Freddie one time on a trip to Los Angeles to visit advertisers – after that I would drop in two or three times a year and spend the evening with him. They were some of the best evenings I've ever spent.

It had to be evening because until very late in life the idea of getting up before noon was anathema to Freddy. He became a jazz drummer in New York in the ’40s and he kept those hours the rest of his life. Get to bed by 5:00 a.m., get up by noon.

Freddie was one of the most complex people I've ever met. He was extremely proud of what he’d accomplished. After all, he had counseled several generations of great drummers such as Dave Weckl and Neil Peart. Walk around his house and you'd see little mementos, like signed thank you notes from Mitch Mitchell or pics of Freddie with pals like Ray Mosca, Terry Gibbs, Buddy Rich, and Roy Haynes. But it wasn’t because Freddie got an ego boost from being known as a great drum teacher to the stars or Buddy Rich’s great friend in life.

What the accolades meant to Freddie was not that he was important, but that he had passed on something valuable from where he came; the knowledge of the naturally unflappable coolness and groove that lies at the heart of jazz. Where other teachers taught grip, meter, and technique, Freddy taught drummers to breathe, to relax, to tap dance across the set. He tried to take aggressive, forceful, somewhat mechanical drummers like the young Weckl or Peart and turn them into more flexible, spontaneous, and natural versions of themselves. He helped drummers channel their inner Roy Haynes, finding a power spot of perfect spontaneous facility and groove.

Whenever I think of Freddie I often think of Norman Mailer’s essay, “The White Negro: Reflections On The Hipster.” Writing in 1959, Mailer described white people who wanted to be black. He didn’t mean white kids who rapped or break-danced, or Midwest football players who speak in Ebonics. The white Negro was a Caucasian who lived outside the stricter social and political boundaries that defined middle class life in the middle half of the 20th century.

In many ways, that was the essence of Freddie, or at least the young Freddie. He was a drummer, a misfit, a drug addict, a free spirit, who was better at getting high and making time with the ladies than at keeping gigs or staying out of jail.

I recorded many of our conversations. Here are a few of the things we talked about over the years.

Freddie Gruber

(Left) Freddie Gruber with Buddy Rich and Papa Jo Jones

DRUMmagazine.com: The students who have worked with you go all around the world singing your praises. Whether it’s David Weckl or Clayton Cameron or whoever. So people know of you, but they don’t know what you do. What’s a lesson like with Freddy Gruber? What is it that drummers like David Weckl and Neil Peart and Ian Wallace and so many others come to you to learn?

Gruber: Well I surely ain’t going to go on for page after page … RLRR LRLL. The thing with a drummer is first, “Don't make him something he’s not. Make him a better him.” You know? Give him the rifle and let him pick the target.

Once you give someone the tools, he’ll say, “I never felt that before. It’s like it’s playing by itself." And I say, “Then don't get in the fuckin' way of it.” I try to take them to the place where they can experience it emotionally. They get the feeling of the time and the space and letting go and they say, “This is a great place.” That's what it is about. Where they are playing and they're free flowing.

But still, when you sit down with a student at the drum set, you have to teach some concrete things.

It’s true. To learn to play naturally and freely you might have to nail some of it down intellectually, with exercises, but music is trick shit. Playing exercises is not to lead you to the technique but to feeling certain things, feeling the music. Once you do that you don’t work so hard. You allow music to happen, you let it breathe. Most musicians are too busy killing it all the time to relax and let it happen.

I got a CD here from Jimmy Chapin. It was sitting around and I didn’t even know it was here and my student pointed it out. It says, “Freddy, you started more than you know. To an innovator, thanks, Jimmy.” Isn't that great?

Freddie Gruber

With some people you have to do that. Like with David [Weckl], I watched him play and thought, “By the time he’s 51 he'll be paraplegic.” So many people play correctly, as the music was taught and as it’s notated, but that's not really it. When they don't have the feel right it's like 1 2 3 4 [speaks mechanically] and underneath it all you can tell it’s like tubas and bass drums, 1 2 1 2, They are superimposing the invisible 2/4. Speed it up, mix it up, but it’s still all the old European horseshit. That is not the thing that is underneath African music.

With that real rhythmic music you can ask if it’s four, or is it twelve, or is it really three? Until you understand how it works or what it is, that it’s all there all the time. You define what aspect of the time and space is important for you and that’s your style or your expression. Einstein was right – “Without space you don’t have time.” I can take any student and show them in an elementary way this. The audible sound is the end result of what you are doing as you hurtle through space. If you try to legislate time, like a metronome does – “tick tock, tick tock, or else” — well that’s the music industry today. But that is not the magic. The magic is when you let it all go and it happens effortlessly.

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