I saw Max Roach at an all star concert in New Haven in 1970. Every big name star alive was there from Roy Eldridge to Jon Faddis. Ellington, Brubeck, Gillespie, Stitt, Vaughan, everyone. At the end of a big jam session tune, he started his solo. After 5 minutes everyone else left the stage, as the crowd was going insane for Max. He finished the song himself, no-one wanted to set foot on that stage after what he just did. He left the stage, and standing ovation brought him back out for solo encore. He sat down and played for 10 minutes, by himself. It was thrilling, and never got boring, unlike most jazz drum solos of today. The crowd got pretty worked up and were screaming and cheering, standing on the armrests of the seats during the last half of his encore. It was a peak musical experience for me, one upon which I based my first career choice.
Max Roach is the greatest jazz drummer to ever live. None could touch him. Rich, Krupa, Payne, Klook, Blakey, Taylor. All great, but Roach was from another world.
I hope Max finds the rest he so deserves. It was not an easy road for him, the mundane aspects of this world were more than he should have had to bear given his great artistry. But he continued to deliver the message undaunted through 6 decades. God Bless Max Roach, and hold his family in the peace that passes understanding.