Author Archives: Alan Gauvin

Saxophonist Alan Gauvin was born in Stamford Connecticut in 1945, the son of New York radio newscaster and jazz DJ Aime Gauvin (known in the early 50s as “Dr. Jazz”). Gauvin began playing clarinet at age six (under the wings of Edmond Hall and Omer Simeon); played in Clem DeRosa’s high school jazz band; at age 17 played clarinet with Wilbur DeParis's Rampart St. Ramblers; and played baritone saxophone briefly in the Mercer Ellington Youth Band. After high school, he enrolled in music studies at North Texas State University but left college in 1965 to play tenor with Jimmy Dorsey, later switching to lead alto and, in 1969, joined the Woody Herman Orchestra on baritone. In the early 70s, with a couple of college chums, trumpet phenomenon Mike Lawrence and drummer Dean Pratt, he formed a jazz fusion band called Eclipse, and also played with the storied Ten Wheel Drive (with Genya Ravan), and played lead alto with Bill Watrous's big band. In 1976, Gauvin joined the Buddy Rich band on lead alto and remained with Rich for the better part of three and a half years; performed on half a dozen of the band's recordings; produced some remarkable live recordings of the band, himself; and, in his last few months, on the road with Buddy, switched to baritone. In 1980, Gauvin joined Gerry Mulligan’s Concert Jazz Band on lead alto, making tours of America and Europe. Settled into the NY scene once more, he co-led the Rich Shemaria Jazz Orchestra, and added his lead style to the Pratt Brother’s Big Band as well as freelancing in and out of the studio. In the early 90s, he joined the Buddy Morrow Orchestra, aka the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra. Then, just prior to the turn of the century, Gauvin joined Ray Charles on baritone for two tours encompassing Europe, Russia, and Japan. Married three times, Gauvin has a son and grandson. In addition to being a musician, Gauvin is a graphic artist and photographer, and has recently turned to writing. He currently lives, with his cat, on a remote homestead in the forests of northern Maine, where he hunts, fishes, and chops wood to survive the long cold winters. He has thus far produced four CDs from his collection of road tapes made while on the Buddy Rich band, titled, "WHAM!" "Time Out," "Buddy Rich, the Solos," and "Birdland," all available through Amazon. Two of his recent books are now out in Kindle editions and are also available through Amazon: an autobiography titled The Story of Dr. Jazz, A Lurid Tale of Sex, Drugs, Jazz, and the Occasional Trout, and a dark short story titled Change of Life. Gauvin continues to play saxophone, if only for the local moose and coyote populations.

Welcome to Maine (Best of “Hubris”)

“Last year, I took a trip to Maine to look at some property and, as luck would have it, found a parcel I thought ideal: woods surrounded by miles upon miles of woods, on a dead end dirt road about a mile from East Grand Lake. Profound solitude was mine for a paltry sum and […]

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The Life & Times of My Twin Sister (& The Idealized Concept of Transexuality)

“At the time, I thought I was the only person on the planet doing such things, monumentally unaware that mine was not a singular pursuit; that I was merely one in a long and on occasion illustrious parade of men saddled with this curious obsession. After all, Dad told me men and women didn’t wear […]

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Curing Winter’s Doldrums: “Still Hunting” & “Stolen Portraits”

“There are those who hunt in groups, driving deer through the forests and fields towards another hunter or group of hunters, often using dogs in those states where it is legal; and those who sit in a tree and wait for a hapless deer to walk beneath them. The deck is heavily stacked against the […]

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Curing Winter’s Doldrums: “Still Hunting” & “Stolen Portraits”

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, ME—(Weekly Hubris)—1/31/11—At the moment, there are three to four feet of accumulated snow on the ground, with drifts over six feet, and house-sized mounds created by the plows and front-loaders pushing and piling excess snow out of the way in anticipation of the next storm (which is […]

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The Necessities

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, ME—(Weekly Hubris)—1/3/11—In his youth, along with many of his schoolmates, Dad was often late for class during the spring log drives down the Kennebec River. As he told the story, on his way to school he had to cross a railroad trestle that spanned a rocky gorge. […]

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First Spark & The Lair of The Creature: Part 2

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, Me—(Weekly Hubris)—11/22/10—My mother, Catherine Elizabeth Crosby, grew up in North Carolina one of two daughters and six sons of an Episcopal minister. In her teens, she became pregnant and her father, an exceptionally stern and maniacally religious man, saw fit to cast her out as punishment for […]

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First Spark & The Lair of the Creature: Part 1

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, Me—(Weekly Hubris)—11/8/10—That jazz caught my ear as a youngster is scarcely odd, since both parents were huge fans. More to the point, they enjoyed most kinds of music but were particularly fond of jazz and standards, the two, happily, being infinitely interchangeable. Aside from taking up the […]

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Fishing For Memories In The Shadow Of Mt. Katahdin (& Dr. Jazz)

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, Me—(Weekly Hubris)—9/27/10—My father, Aime, was brought up in Maine, by his French Canadian grandparents for the most part, and spent his youth fishing, reading, and learning to draw. In 1929, at age 19, he journeyed down to New York to become a painter and, when he wasn’t […]

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Dopey In Wonderland

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, Me—(Weekly Hubris)—8/30/10—As the legal intrigues surrounding the transfer of my new property to my control ran their course, the owner, as if he weren’t doing enough for me already, let me squat in an old gravel pit on his own property, which is adjacent to mine. The […]

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“Welcome to Maine”

Maine Cat by Guest Columnist, Alan Gauvin HOULTON, Me—(Weekly Hubris)—8/23/10—When my career in music flatlined a few years ago I was forced to return to the Ferrari restoration shop I helped found in 1979 with an old high school chum and, although I had enjoyed this work in the past and was highly skilled, my […]

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