On Saturday, Nov. 27, ’04, after playing for 35 years, I had the extreme pleasure and privilege of (finally) having my first harmonica lesson. Mr. Jerry Portnoy was generous enough to invite me into his home and allow me to work with him for almost three hours of this holiday weekend.
For those of you who don’t know Jerry Portnoy, he played with Muddy Waters from ’72 – ’79. He made his first appearance in Carnegie Hall at the age of 30. In the ’90’s he played with Eric Clapton and it is his work you hear on what is arguably Clapton’s all-time best album; “From the Cradle” (that’s the gold album you see on the wall behind us in the photo on the left).
Jerry’s approach to the harmonica is extremely methodical; breaking down each and every note and working each technique to perfection. To say that Jerry is a perfectionist is an understatement. After years of being on the road, Jerry now resides on Cape Cod and is using the benefit of a lifetime of knowledge to help others. I would strongly recommend that any of you reading this who are currently playing the harmonica or would like to learn how to play go to this page on Jerry’s site: http://www.harpmaster.com/lessons.htm and purchase his 3-CD instructional seminar. It is without a doubt the best instructional CD on the harmonica that you will find. Tell Jerry I sent you!
Below, you’ll find my account of my time with Jerry. I have written the story as I remember it happening. Jerry’s accounting of the event, I’m sure is substantially different.
So, I decided on this balmy August night that I would tuck my sweetie into bed and cruise on down to Harry’s Blues Bar in Hyannis to check whoever was playing. I arrive a little before the Rick “King” Russell, the house band, goes on. The place is packed. It’s open mic night and every harp player and guitarist within a 20 mile radius is in the house. I have my harps. I’m armed…..and dangerous.
I’m leaning on the wall adjacent to the entrance. The door opening is between me and a guy who looks vaguely familiar but I can’t place him. I can tell that he’s “somebody”, because he’s wearing a denim jacket with a giant golden sun over the left breast pocket. Underneath the glowing sun are the words; “Sun Records”.
As I’m trying to figure out who this guy is, Rick Russell’s voice comes over the PA system. “I know that we don’t usually start calling people up to play so early in the evening, but I have a special guest here tonight. Jerry, would come up and blow a note or two? Ladies and gentlemen….Jerry Portnoy”.
I about died. Jerry Portnoy played with Muddy Waters from 1974-’80. More recently he played with Eric Clapton and his work can be heard on Clapton’s “From the Cradle” album; arguably the best blues album in the last 10 years. I can’t believe that anyone could hear the harp work on this album and not think that they are perhaps hearing some of the best playing the world has known. Jer
ry may not agree with me on this, but he’ll just have to write his own piece on the issue.
Jerry played a couple of songs and as he was leaving the stage I was right there to greet him. I introduced myself and said how great it was to finally get to hear him play, LIVE. I told him that I had just released a new CD and asked if I could give it to him for his input. “Do you have it with you?” he asked. “Yeah, right here in my harp case”. “Grab a copy and come with me” he said.
We left Harry’s and walked about a block down the street to a pale yellow Caddy. “Get in” was all he said. I had no idea where we were going or what we were going to do. I didn’t much care, either. Jerry looked at me with my CD and said, “I don’t have a CD player in this c
ar, but I have a cassette player. Would you like to hear my new album, ‘Down in the Mood Room’ with Duke Robillard?” Remarkably I did not faint. “Sure” was all I said.
As we sat in his car listening to his work I heard a particular riff; a percussive chop actually and asked him to stop the tape and replay that small riff. After doing so I asked how he was able to get the sound. “Oh, that?” and he fumbled in his dashboard and like almost every harp player in the world (who drives) he had a stash of harps right at his fingertips. He immediately replicated the chop.
Here I am sitting in Jerry Portnoy’s Cadillac listening to him play along with his own new album. Kill me now, because I doubt life could get any better than this. As we hung out I asked him if he would ever consider sitting down with another player to do a critique. He said that he does, on occasion, give lessons and might be open to the idea. We exchanged contact data and went back to the club.
Rick Russell sees me walking back in the club with Jerry and immediately comes up to me and say, “You’ve got to get up and play with these guys who are on stage right now”. You don’t argue with “King” Russell, so I walked up on stage, introduced myself and got ready to play with none other than Kid Bangham; former guitarist with the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
All in all, not a bad night.
Fast forward. Over the following months I e-mailed Jerry to discuss if and when he could see me. We mutually decided upon the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Since I would be at the Cape for the holiday that day would be perfect.
The Tuesday before the holiday I called Jerry to get directions to his house and confirm that we were still on. As that conversation was winding down I asked him if he had had a chance to hear my CD yet. “Yeah” was all he said. After a pause that lasted, oh, about 3 hours, I said, “Well, what’dya think?” “What do you want me to say”, was his reply. OUCH! Another 3 hour pause and then I hear through the earpiece of my phone, “OK, I’ll say this; you will benefit from spending an hour with me”.
I mean really! How dare he! I’m a great harp player, after all. I suck it up and drive to his place on mid-cape. I’m my customary 10 minutes early for the 12:00 p.m. appointment. As I’m about to pull into his driveway I have this wave of anxiety wash over me. “I can’t do this” I say to myself. This guy is going to take my musical ego, roll it up into a ball and stomp on it. I have an image of me running out of his house screaming, shaking and drooling simultaneously. I see suicide on the near horizon.
Snap out of it, for Chris sake! How bad can this be? I pull into his drive and get out of my car. Jerry greets me at the door, but before we can get to work he needs to have a cigarette. We sit on his porch and get (re)acquainted. We talk about nothing really. I can feel his intensity; he undoubtedly can feel my nervousness but thankfully he’s too much of a gentleman to comment on my state of mind.
“Let’s go downstairs, but not before removing your shoes” he said. In stocking feet I descend down into his office/studio. I’m praying that there are no holes in my socks, which thankfully proved to be the case. The room has been newly renovated by his son. Soft, beige carpet with a southwestern motif rug dons the floor. Against the wall on my right is a very comfortable looking wine colored sofa; next to that a matching chair. His stereo system is in the back left corner at the end of the row of mics. The room smells new.
I am instantly struck by the row of vintage microphones on short stands that are in a perfect line on top of a waist-high bookcase on the wall to my left. My eyes don’t linger there long, however. The walls are adorned with framed posters advertising the various performances of the Muddy Waters Band. Then there are the photographs. Oh my God! Pictures of him with Muddy and the band. A great black and white of Jerry with Albert King, Freddy King and Buddy Guy at the Royal Albert Hall in England.