Kids are lucky today. They have so much music at their fingertips. The musical trajectory is no longer linear, and algorithms and playlists lead them down all sorts of twisted paths of discovery.
Lately I’ve been snatching up jazz 45s anywhere I see them, stuff I would have dismissed back in the day, Miles from the ’50s and ’60s, Cannonball Adderley, Horace Silver, Ike Quebec, Bud Powell, Lee Morgan. I wish Blue Note would re-release all the 45s they put out over the years.
The first jazz album I had was Charlie Mingus’s Town Hall Concert, and that was 1969, after a whole lot of pop and rock ‘n’ roll. That left me wide open for all those seventies Miles albums. Then backward to Coltrane’s albums from the sixties. Then Weather Report, Ornette Coleman, Art Ensemble of Chicago, Archie Shepp albums in real time, as they were being released. And through it all, any Sun Ra album I saw.
I am traveling backward with “Come Sunday.” I first came across it and immediately fell in love with it on Eric Dolphy’s Iron Man album. Dolphy performs the solemn piece on bass clarinet in a duet with Richard Davis’s bowed bass. I later learned it was a Duke Ellington piece, part of his Black, Brown and Beige suite. It was first performed in 1943 at Carnegie Hall and recorded the following year on RCA.
A few years ago I found an absolutely beautiful version on 45 by Johnny Hodges, who used to play sax in Ellington’s band. And only very recently did I learn that the Duke wrote lyrics for the song and recorded an almost a cappella version with Mahalia Jackson in 1958.
I looked for a seven-inch version of this song and found seven of them with picture sleeves for sale on Discogs for seven euros! But they are all from the Netherlands, where the song was released on Philips in 1958. The shipping is more than the record. But why was this masterpiece never released on a 45 in the US?
Come Sunday
by Duke Ellington
Lord, dear Lord I’ve loved, God almighty
God of love, please look down and see my people through
Lord, dear Lord I’ve loved, God almighty
God of love, please look down and see my people through
I believe that sun and moon up in the sky
When the day is gray
I know it, clouds passing by
He’ll give peace and comfort
To every troubled mind
Come Sunday, oh come Sunday
That’s the day
Often we feel weary
But he knows our every care
Go to him in secret
He will hear your every prayer
Lillies on the valley
They neither toll nor spin
And flowers bloom in spring time
Birds sing
Often we feel weary
But he knows our every care
Go to him in secret
He will hear your every prayer
Up from dawn till sunset
Man work hard all the day
Come Sunday, oh come Sunday
That’s the day
























