1. Diz Duz Everything 
        2. Body And Soul 
        3. All the Things You Are 
        4. Maynard Ferguson 
        5. Take the "A" Train 
        6. Short Wave 
        7. Love Locked Out 
        8. The Band Ain't Draggin' 
        9. The Hot Canary 
        10. What's New? 
        11. King's Riff 
        12. Wow! 
        13. The Way You Look Tonight 
        14. All God's Chillun Got Rhythm 
        15. Over the Rainbow 
        16. Hymn to Her 
        17. Wonder Why 
        18. C'est la Blues 
        19. Miss Pitlack Regrets 
        20. Maynard the Fox 
        21. The Wailing Boat 
        22. Say it with Trumpets 
        23. Everybody Moan 
        24. You Said It  
          
        Maynard Ferguson – Trumpet, bass trumpet, valve 
        trombone 
        With his Orchestra (tracks 5-8, 12, 17-19), 
        his Octet (tracks 13-16) and The Birdland Dreamband 
        (tracks 20-24) 
        Jimmy Dorsey and his Orchestra (tracks 1, 2) 
        
        Charlie Barnet and his Orchestra (track 3) 
        Stan Kenton and his Orchestra (tracks 4, 9, 
        10) 
        Ben Webster and his Sextet (track 11) 
          
        
A 
          trumpeter reaching up to the stratosphere, 
          playing notes which seem to reach the areas 
          that only dogs hear, can be very exhilarating 
          - but also rather painful. Maynard Ferguson, 
          who died last August, made his name as one 
          of these high-note trumpeters. He could also 
          play sweetly (in Harry James style) in the 
          trumpet’s lower register, as he does here 
          on Body and Soul, although he still 
          breaks away from the mellow sound to explore 
          the upper reaches. 
        
 
        
This 
          album is subtitled "The Formative Years" 
          and contains recordings made between 1949 
          and 1956, but it displays Maynard already 
          fully formed in his ability to push the trumpet 
          to its upper limits. He was one of the young 
          lions who made the Stan Kenton band so remarkable 
          in the early fifties. His eponymous party 
          piece with that band (track 4) is certainly 
          impressive, and Shorty Rogers’ arrangement 
          spotlights Ferguson’s brilliance. 
        
 
        
The 
          trouble is that, once you’ve played the highest 
          notes you can, the only way is down. And a 
          whole album in which most tracks include some 
          of these piercing sounds becomes not only 
          repetitive but tiresome, especially with shrieking 
          noises such as those on The Hot Canary 
          (which Maynard himself apparently disliked). 
          By the time I reached the third track, I was 
          already wearied by this showing-off, which 
          even taints lovely melodies like All the 
          Things You Are. 
        
 
        
Some 
          of the small-group tracks show more restraint 
          - like King’s Riff, which has attractive 
          solos from saxists Ben Webster and Benny Carter. 
          Miss Pitlack Regrets is also bearable, 
          but only because it is a feature for trombonist 
          Bob Burgess. The Band Ain’t Draggin’ 
          gets by because of its good humour (and jolly 
          band vocals) but Maynard still forces out 
          those high notes. At least he plays them in 
          tune more consistently than (say) Cat Anderson, 
          whose piercing trumpet often sounded like 
          a flight of berserk mosquitoes overdosing 
          on helium. Maynard Ferguson’s virtuosic ability 
          is undoubted but perhaps he was to be preferred 
          when acting as a bandleader rather than as 
          a featured soloist. Those screeching top notes 
          remind me of a sign I saw in a jeweller’s 
          shop window, which said "Ear piercing 
          while you wait"! 
        
 
          Tony Augarde 
        
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          by Jonathan Woolf