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Tall, balding, and bearded, Alan Cooper was not only one of Britain’s leading traditional jazz clarinettists, he was also a Yorkshireman, and, at heart, an Edwardian. As a member of the original Temperance Seven, he had chart-topping success in 1961 with You’re Driving Me Crazy, and Pasadena, which became the band’s theme tune. He was also a tutor at Chelsea College of Art, loved as much by his students for jovial evenings in the pub as for his teaching, and he was an inveterate collector of Edwardiana and ancient musical instruments.
For many years his house in Wands-worth, southwest London, was a shrine to all things Edwardian. Unmodernised, its original plumbing gleaming, and with a single inspection lamp hanging over the kitchen table its only concession to modernity, the house contained glass cases of ancient clarinets, numerous aspidistras and other memorabilia of a bygone age. He was not thrilled when a national newspaper ran a feature on the house (which had once belonged to Thomas Crapper, inventor of the water closet), only for his collection to be burgled soon afterwards.
Cooper was also passionate about vintage cars. At one time the owner of an Austin Heavy 12/4, he also owned a succession of Lagondas, and a collection of early Austin-engined three-wheel Reliants, which stood in various stages of decay in his garden.
Alan Swainston Cooper was born in Leeds, where he attended the College of Art along with the guitarist Diz Disley, and Frankie Abelson, who later became better known as Frankie Vaughan. Cooper and Disley played in the college jazz band, the Vernon Street Ramblers, at the dawn of the traditional jazz revival in Britain. In 1949 they joined the better-known Yorkshire Jazz Band, with whom Cooper made his first recordings, and turned professional, the band earning the princely sum of £4 6s a week. His style was inspired by the New Orleans clarinettists who had recorded in Chicago in the 1920s. Although he claimed to have had no particular influence, the low-register charm of Jimmie Noone, the plaintive blues of Johnny Dodds and the Creole rasp of Edmond Hall were all to be heard in his playing.
In the mid1950s he moved to London and began lecturing in art, playing with several jazz groups, including the quartet of the bassist Bernie Cash (a fellow Yorkshireman and long-term colleague) and pianist Johnny Parker. He was a delicate counterfoil to the leader’s earthy Kid Ory-inspired trombone in Graham Stewart’s Seven, but in 1956 he found his metier with a group of fellow members of the art school world, including Cephas Howard, Brian Innes, John Gieves-Watson and Colin Bowles, who became the original Temperance Seven. A nine-piece band (its publicity pointing out that the group was always “one over the eight”) its musicians sported Edwardian clothes, and a stage presentation that carefully reinforced the evocation of a past age.
Most members of the group doubled on several instruments, and Cooper not only played the regular B-flat clarinet, but the bass clarinet, soprano saxophone and phonofiddle into the bargain. The group became a regular feature on BBC television, on comedy programmes such as Galton and Simp-son’s April 8th Show, written for and starring Peter Sellers, and on music programmes, memorably including Top of the Pops, once George Martin had produced its hit records for Parlophone.
Cooper left the group in 1962, and for the rest of the decade freelanced with several of London’s leading jazz bands, including those of Alex Welsh and Freddy Randall. Although he tended to play down his skills as a lecturer, Cooper was verbally adept, and a great storyteller, an example of which is his account of a jazz parade in the 1960s in aid of the Labour Party, with his fellow Yorkshireman and trombonist, Mac Duncan: “Well-built and wobbly, if goose-pimply, showgirls were pinning rosettes, ribbons, balloons and slogans on anything that moved amidst the speechifying and general hullabaloo. Appearing suddenly over the back of the truck, a cheeky, Dickensian urchin demanded of the band, of whom Mac was the nearest: ‘ ’Ere Mister. Where-dja getta balloon?’. ‘Nick one’, was the unhesitating reply, contrary to all the prevailing, high-flown pontification.”
In 1969 he joined the reformed New Temperance Seven, touring and recording with them into the early 1970s. He never lost his flair for the mannered, comedic presentations of this band and its successors, such as Bob Kerr’s Whoopee Band, with whom he played as a guest, but he also contributed his finest playing to straightforward jazz groups, including those led by the pianist and trombonist Keith Nichols, not to mention little quartets and trios that played in the back rooms of various London pubs.
In the 1980s Cooper frequently played in the Middle East, in bands organised by the drummer David Mills, but he also played with the cream of British traditional jazz players as a freelance. In the 1990s he and his second wife, Jenefer, moved from London to a somewhat derelict tower in Hay-on-Wye, which he devoted his energies to restoring, playing the clarinet less and less. He still enjoyed getting together with his jazz cronies for yarns in the pub, even when the onset of cancer was diagnosed.
He is survived by Jenefer, and by his two sons. He left instructions that his funeral was to be attended in Edwardian dress.
Alan Cooper, jazz clarinettist, was born on February 15, 1931. He died on August 22, 2007, aged 76
We miss you Alan.
Hasan Elahi, Blackburn, England
This Saturday (19th January) at 5.30 on Radio 3 Jazz Record Requests is going to play my request for the Temp 7âs version of Charley My Boy which includes characteristically quirky clarinet playing from the late great Cooper. I recall once at a Sunday lunchtime gig he pointed to me and made a rather touching, if tipsy, speech to the assembled drunkards who formed the audience, about how, if there was just one sensitive & appreciative listener in the house, it made it all worthwhile. A tear comes to my eye even now when I think of that. His playing was like no-one elseâs, and the sad thing is he never recorded enough.
Robert Greenwood, Chatham, Kent,
Unluckily for me, I only knew Alan for a relatively short time - although he was a household name with us for his recordings - after my brother organised some sorely-needed jazz sessions in Aberystwyth. Alan's contributions to these were amazing. On one occasion he announced he was going to play a solo, because the rest of the group did not know the tune. Silence fell over what had been a chattering audience within the first three bars of the melody, and continued for the whole of his very sensitive performance.
The obituary omits his eccentric taste in clothes - "scruffy" was the way the dapper Alan Elsdon described it during a gig, adding that Alan's tailor had finally despaired, and had committed suicide the day before.
Alan's contribution to British jazz was enormous, he was one of Britain's great eccentrics, and above all a wise and kind gentleman. To remember him will always raise a smile.
John Davis, Aberystwth, Ceredigion
A treasured possession is a series of long tapes Alan made informally when blowing his heart out above the clatter of a London pub along with drummer and his old friend Ian Howarth when they had a residency paid more in beer than loot. Last I heard from him was a fun post-card from Turkey (he loved Turkey) a year ago thanking me for a box full of smelly pipe tobacco that I couldn't stand. Alan had much better taste in music than in tobacco.
Neil Marr, Menton, France
What a great character and player Alan was! I had the honour of accompanying him on piano some years ago on, of all places, the Palace Pier, now known as Brighton Pier. Then when was playing at Hay-on-Wye Jazz Festival in 1996, Alan, Martin Litton (piano) and Stanley Adler (cello) played a delightful session one afternoon, which I was pleased to hear was recorded, and I have a copy. Sadly that's the last time I heard him play live. R.I.P old chap!
Peter Godfrey, Worthing, West Sussex
A lovely, quiet man who never missed the Anglo- Catholic Mass at the tiny St John's Chapel, Hay-on-Wye on Market day. We are a small group of seven or eight at this particular service each week and Alan's seat, empty last week, was a poignant reminder that there had been a big change; the Requiem Mass this time was for one of us. I think that his presence was still strongly felt and the seat he always used will continue to be "Alan's place" for a very long time.
His funeral will be a joyful and deeply spiritual occasion with much music and colour and will be a celebration of his life and all the pleasure that his musical talents brought to people over a long period of time.
Hay -on-Wye will rock Alan! Jimmy is coming as well. God Bless!
rita tait, Hay-on-Wye, Wales
I remember Alan warmly welcoming me and putting me at ease when I nervously attended my first evening art class, in Smithy Street, Stepney, over twenty years ago. I enjoyed his class so much I stayed for a couple of years. A group of us used to go to the local pub with him after the class. He was the most interesting person I'd ever met and he taught me so much; he changed my life. He encouraged me when I expressed an interest in attending art school and he introduced me to another evening class student, who I'm still married to. I am deeply saddened by the news of Alan's passing and I'm eternally grateful for having known such a kind, warm, witty person.
Alan James, London, England
RIP one of the greats. He was, I believe, entirely self-taught and could not read musical notation. I recall being asked to do a gig at the aforesaid Chelsea College by Sam Spoons, another lecturer. This involved a rendezvous at The Ship, by Wandsworth Bridge, where I drank with Cooper until well after the start-time: "Have another, dear boy". We had to go to his house on the Green nearby to "get my hooter". We travelled in a dreadful Reliant 3-wheeler pickup whose seat-belts were disconnected: "Trust in the Lord, dear boy". After a long wait parked at a crazy angle up the kerb I rang his doorbell. He appeared with a parrot on his shoulder. All I saw of the interior was a plaster human foot, four foot long on a shelf in the hall.
"Sorry, dear boy, the hooter's in Camden Town". He dropped me at the College and disappeared northwards. He never made the gig.
George Walker, Worthing, West Sussex
This is very sad news. Alan Cooper was, quite simply, the best traditional or vintage jazz clarinettist ever to come out of the UK.
Robert Greenwood, Chatham, Kent,