Jazz Reporter
        Known for Poetic Prose
        
        By Adam Bernstein
        Washington Post Staff Writer
        Friday, February 2, 2007; B07
        
        Whitney Balliett, 80, a jazz reporter who spent more than four decades
        writing thousands of graceful and definitive stories for the New Yorker
        magazine and helped create one of the finest jazz programs on
        television, died February 1, at his home in Manhattan, N.Y. He had liver
        cancer.
        
        Jazz critic and poet Philip Larkin described Mr. Balliett as "a
        writer who brings jazz journalism to the verge of poetry." Dan
        Morgenstern, director of the Institute of Jazz Studies at Rutgers
        University, called him "the greatest prose stylist to ever apply
        his writing skills to jazz."
        
        Mr. Balliett began writing a regular jazz column for the New Yorker in
        1957. To convey the essence of music and musicians, he avoided technical
        terms. He considered himself an "impressionist" when he wrote
        about musicians because music itself is fleeting, so "transparent
        and bodiless." Jazz in particular, he wrote, had "odd
        non-notes and strange tones and timbres."
        
        In his observations, he created portraits of entertainers in action. As
        an amateur drummer, he had a particular appreciation for skilled
        drummers.
        
        Writing of one of his idols, the drummer Sidney
        "Big Sid" Catlett, he said, "One was transfixed by
        the easy motion of his arms, the pulse-like rigidity of his body, and
        the soaring of his huge hands, which reduced the drumsticks to
        pencils."
        
        One of Mr. Balliett's most-anthologized pieces was his 1962 profile of
        clarinetist Pee Wee Russell, titled "Even His Feet Look Sad."
        
        As for Russell's music, Mr. Balliett wrote: "No jazz musician has
        ever played with the same daring and nakedness and intuition. His solos
        didn't always arrive at their original destination. He took wild
        improvisational chances and when he found himself above the abyss, he
        simply turned in another direction, invariably hitting firm ground.
        
        "His singular tone was never at rest. . . . Above all, he sounded
        cranky and querulous, but that was camouflage, for he was the most
        plaintive and lyrical of players."
        
        Whitney Lyon Balliett, the son of a businessman, was born April 17,
        1926, in Manhattan. While attending the private Phillips Exeter Academy
        in New Hampshire, he began what he called his "erratic noncareer as
        a drummer" after hearing a jam session on a Sunday afternoon at
        Jimmy Ryan's club on New York's West Side.
        
        "The famous old New Orleans drummer Zutty Singleton was
        hypnotic," he later wrote of the experience for the Atlantic
        Monthly. "He moved his head to the rhythm in peculiar ducking
        motions, shot his hands at his cymbals as if he were shooting his cuffs,
        hit stunning rim shots, and made fearsome, inscrutable faces, his
        eyelids flickering like heat lightning."
        
        After graduating from Cornell University in 1951, he wrote about jazz
        for the Saturday Review while working as a proofreader for the New
        Yorker. William Shawn, an admirer of jazz pianist Fats Waller, gave the
        young staff writer a jazz column in 1957.
        
        The same year, he and jazz critic Nat Hentoff helped create the CBS-TV
        program "The
        Sound of Jazz," an offshoot of the series "The Seven
        Lively Arts."
        
        The jazz show, hosted by New York Herald Tribune columnist John Crosby,
        brought to millions of homes such eclectic performers as Billie Holiday,
        Count Basie, Gerry Mulligan and Thelonious Monk. The program also
        twinned unlikely pairings of musicians, such as Russell and Jimmy
        Giuffre, clarinetists of two very different generations and styles.
        
        Eric Larrabee wrote in Harper's magazine that "The Sound of
        Jazz" was the "best thing that ever happened to
        television." Columbia Records produced an album of the show's
        performers, and a video of the program was released in the mid-1980s.
        
        Jazz critic John S. Wilson, writing in the New York Times in 1985, said
        that "putting Monk on national television at a time when, to the
        extent the general public knew of him at all, he was apt to be
        considered weird and possibly menacing, was a courageous and positive
        act."
        
        Mr. Balliett contributed short articles for the New Yorker's Talk of the
        Town section as well as book, film and theater reviews. He also wrote
        poetry. He left the magazine staff in 1998.
        
        Collections of his New Yorker writings were published frequently over
        the years. His books included "American Singers" and
        "American Musicians." One massive volume, subtitled "a
        Journal of Jazz," came out in 2000.
        
        Reviewers noted that Mr. Balliett's taste was more traditional than
        avant-garde, and he tended to overlook more contemporary players, but he
        liked to approach all music with a degree of curiosity. He also had a
        reputation for writing sympathetically about his subjects, often letting
        them speak for paragraphs at a time to convey their rhythm and
        personality.
        
        "You have to look at it from the musicians' point of view," he
        told the Times of London in 1993. "Often they don't get paid more
        than the union minimum or they've been on the road. I once traveled with
        Duke Ellington's orchestra, for about five days, and I couldn't believe
        it. Jesus! You don't know where you are, you have no sense of time or
        place, you can't sleep right. How these guys do it for so long, I don't
        know."
        
        His marriage to Elizabeth King Balliett ended in divorce.
        
        Survivors include his wife of 41 years, landscape painter Nancy Kraemer
        Balliett of Manhattan; three children from his first marriage, Julie
        Rose of Accord, N.Y., Blue Balliett of Chicago and Will Balliett of
        Manhattan; two sons from his second marriage, Whitney L. Balliett Jr. of
        Natick, Mass., and Jamie Balliett of Erie, Colo.; a brother; a
        half-sister; and seven grandchildren.