Coleman “Hawk” Hawkins was the first great jazz saxophonist. It’s hard to imagine, but before him the tenor sax wasn’t really considered a jazz instrument. Though he started his career with big band greats like Fletcher Henderson, Hawkins was able to adapt his style to keep up with changing times. In the 1940’s he became one of the pioneers of bebop music. A credible sounding You Tube commenter says this clip is from a 1958 broadcast of the “Art Ford Jazz Party” which was a show out of Newark, NJ.
The lyrics to the song “Indian Summer” suggest that it’s a sad time of dying dreams, broken promises and missed opportunities. It’s Indian summer here in the Midwest right now and I just love it! It feels like a nice warm goodbye hug from summertime to me. I suppose the Dorsey/Sinatra version of the song is great when you’ve got the blues in any season. But when I go out in my shirt sleeves to enjoy the final jacket free days of the year, it’s the Hawk I’ll take walking!