Lorraine Gordon, keeper of the Village Vanguard flame, dies at 95
Lorraine Gordon, who took over the Village Vanguard, New York’s oldest and most venerated jazz nightclub, in 1989 and remained its no-nonsense proprietor for the rest of her life, died Saturday. She was 95.
The cause was complications from a stroke, said Jed Eisenman, the long-time manager of the club.
“Wherever I happened to be,” Gordon said in a 2007 interview with The New York Times, “music was always with me.”
Gordon was married for 40 years to the Vanguard’s founder and owner, Max Gordon. But she had been a jazz fan long before she met him. She fell in love with jazz as a teenager in the 1930s, listening to it on WNYC radio.
She made her first trip to the Vanguard in 1940, when she was 17 and a member of the Hot Club of Newark, a society of jazz enthusiasts. Not long thereafter, she met her first husband, a fellow music lover: Alfred Lion, the founder of Blue Note Records, a leading jazz label, where she would work selling the music during and after World War II.
Nine years after that first visit to the Vanguard, having divorced Lion but still in love with jazz, she married Max Gordon. More than seven decades later, long after his death in 1989, she was still running the club— booking performers, counting the receipts, taking no guff and keeping the flame.
“When I have to make a decision,” she joked, “I ask, ‘ What would Max do?’ Then I do the opposite.”
The Vanguard remained essentially unchanged throughout the decades after Max Gordon opened it at 178 Seventh Ave. South in Greenwich Village in 1935: a wedge of a room, one flight down from the sidewalk, seating 123 people. The club has always had immaculate acoustics; more than 100 records recorded live at the Vanguard by musicians like John Coltrane, Bill Evans, Sonny Rollins and Wynton Marsalis attest to that. A good table put a customer practically face to face with a great musician. There were very few bad tables.
Gordon, often nursing a glass of vodka, presided over the scene with a personal brand of tough love. She played her role like the wisecracking star of a black-and-white movie, and she helped make the Vanguard an unfailing fountain of late-night music. But she was also a hard-driving manager; she had to be.
“We open at 3,” she once said, describing the daily grind. “Deliveries come in, the phones are ringing, the roof is leaking, there’s something always going wrong, and then musicians come to rehearse. Every Tuesday night there’s a new group, so every six nights there’s a changeover. Sound checks have to be done. Instruments have to be brought in or taken out.”
She put in six hours of work before the first of the night’s two sets. The first usually began at 9 o’clock sharp, the second at 11. (In later years the start times were changed to 8:30 and 10:30.)
“I’m a stickler for being on time,” Gordon said. “And the show goes on—on time.”
Under her direction, the show went on and on. The Vanguard celebrated its 80th anniversary in 2015.
Lorraine Gordon was born Lorraine Stein in Newark, New Jersey, on Oct. 15, 1922, at the dawn of recorded jazz and blues. The middle-class daughter of a homemaker and a businessman, she grew up in and around Newark and began traveling to New York to hear music as soon as she was able.
As a teenager, she was listening to Blue Note records—which featured some of the greatest jazz musicians of the day—before she met the label’s owner, Lion, in 1940. They hit it off immediately.
“He presented me with two volumes of all the records he had made until that time,” she recalled. “That was a great present.”
They married not long after Lion was drafted, early in World War II—or, as she put it, “Blue Note Records and I got married.”
Once he got out of the Army, she worked full time for the label: packing records, mailing them out, handling public relations. At the time the Blue Note label was chartreuse and blue, and the couple painted their first apartment those same colors.
In summer 1948 she was trying to promote a Blue Note musician—pianist Thelonious Monk, then little known—when she met Max Gordon quite by accident on Fire Island. “I accosted Max Gordon,” she remembered. “I’m all business. I told him about Thelonious Monk. He was very interested. He said, ‘I just happen to have an opening in September.’”
They struck a deal. Monk was “in and out in one week,” she said. “But Max and I were not in and out in one week, somehow. Whatever the connections were, they took hold.”
The two were married in 1949 and had two daughters, Rebecca and Deborah. Gordon said in 2007 that she had made provisions to hand down the Vanguard to Deborah. In addition to her daughters, Gordon is also survived by a grandson.