|Eddie Henderson (2010)|
|Eddie Henderson was born into a performing family in New York City. His dancing mother and her sister performed as the Brown Twins at the Cotton Club; what's more, his mother is the one sitting on the piano in the film short while Fats Waller sings "Ain't Misbehavin'" to her. And Eddie's father was a singer with Billy Williams and the Charioteers, one of the top black singing groups.
After his father died when Eddie was nine years old, his mother remarried a physician from San Francisco. His step-father's profession engendered in Eddie an interest in medicine which was to lead to his first career.
Miles Davis was a family friend. In fact, Eddie's mother knew all of them: Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Sarah Vaughan, Billie Holiday, … Eddie grew up with them all, just hanging out.
Eddie took music theory at San Francisco Conservatory of Music, got a bachelor's degree in zoology from UC Berkeley in 1964, and then went on to study medicine at Howard University in Washington, DC, graduating in 1968. After he had done his residency in psychiatry back home in San Francisco, he then practiced general medicine for a while.
From 1968 until the late 80s he mixed music and medicine. He was part of Herbie Hancock's Mwandishi; he worked with Pharoah Sanders and Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers; and he had some commercially successful fusion recordings in the 1970s.
Forty years on, Eddie Henderson is still musically healing everyone he touches.
|# 1||Miles Davis||Sketches of Spain||Pan Piper||Columbia|
|# 2||Miles Davis||Kind of Blue||All Blues||Columbia|
|# 3||John Coltrane||A Love Supreme||Acknowledgement||Impulse|
|# 4||Clifford Brown||Clifford Brown with Strings||A Portrait of Jennie||EmArcy|
|# 5||Wayne Shorter||The All-Seeing Eye||The All-Seeing Eye||Blue Note|
|# 6||Herbie Hancock||Sextant||Hidden Shadows||Columbia|
|# 7||Herbie Hancock||Empyrean Isles||Oliloqui Valley||Blue Note|
|# 8||John Coltrane||Expression||Ogunde||Impulse|
|Book||Paramahansa Yogananda, "Autobiography of a Yogi"|
|Luxury Item||A trumpet|
Ron E. Beck