Postscript: Roy Campbell, Jr., 1952-2014
Remembering my friend, the trumpeter Roy Campbell Jr. in The New Yorker‘s Culture Desk blog:
Campbell always looked relaxed, with a Bronx-bred saunter to his step and often a leather baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, but he always played hard, whether for a European concert hall or a New York subway platform. He would swing the horn onto his face with a wide-elbowed sweep, playing ragged lines broken by fast trills and flutters, jumping across the registers with a punchy attack. His music could be lyrical, but it was never clean; the grit of realness was always mixed in.