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Up on a shelf in the living room of Dave Cook's small Tempe apartment, next to a large, plastic crow wearing a felt beret, there are two Pringles cartons, each held together with packing tape. Why does this man have two Pringles cartons held together with packing tape on his living-room shelf? "Oh, man! I was trying to find something to do one day, so I put some rice in 'em," he gushes, grabbing one and shaking out a quick samba tempo.

It's not like the 60-year-old jazz drummer sits around trying to fill his days with creative ways to make percussion instruments at home, but, then again, he's a musician for hire. And, as he says, "I manage to make out pretty well, but it's up and down. That's the way it always is in music."

Cook should know. He's been at it for most of his life, and at it specifically here in Phoenix ever since he took the stage at Bob Tate's Rose Room in 1959. Over the past 35 years, he's seen the local jazz scene dwindle from an exciting, thriving thing in the Fifties and Sixties to something that he currently describes as "terrible." But that only seems to fuel his mission: dispensing as much jazz--and his version of its attendant ethos--as possible.

"I'd like to generate as much interest as I can in music that has some substance," he intones from his seat in a plastic chair under a portrait of Miles Davis. "I get very disturbed when I look at TV--which I try not to look at too much--and very little jazz is represented. I look at bullshit like Geraldo and Oprah Winfrey, and those shows are doing fine, making money off showing the weirdest cats in the world. But people like it; it's a reflection on our society. We live in a visual world, and if people don't see it on TV, it ain't real.

"I think jazz is one of the greatest things that provides introspection, and that's something that people today don't think is necessary. One thing about jazz: People who are serious listeners, people who support jazz, are of a higher consciousness."

Intense and sincere, Cook gives off his own particular vibe of homespun higher consciousness; even his incense-perfumed crib has a monkish, Spartan feel to it. The immaculate kitchen is marred only by a hypnotic drip from the faucet. The centerpiece of the living room is an electric keyboard atop a black drum case. The walls hold a few awards, a portrait of Cook and a fake Hollywood sidewalk star with his name on it. There is a book in the corner, Gambling Secrets of Nick the Greek. "Basically, what you learn from that is how to lose and not cry," he says. "It's all about losing with grace."

A metaphor for Cook's career? Graceful, yes, but no loser he. Over the decades, Cook's gigged from coast to coast, played with names like Milt Jackson, Stan Kenton, Ben Webster and Sonny Stitt and now leads three groups, including the 15-piece Atlantis Big Band. He even has his own TV show (every Sunday morning at 1:30 on cable Channel 22) devoted to clips of his bands. Cook is one of the most respected jazzmen in the Valley, but that brings up an inevitable point: Why is Dave Cook still here? Phoenix is not exactly known as a fecund hotbed of jazz.

"First of all, New York and L.A. are overpopulated with good musicians," the drummer reasons. "I don't want to be anyplace that I can't play. And there's a lot of cats out there who don't have roots, and I have to have a home base. I might not make the same amount of money every month, but in the long run, I'm better off, because I've worked hard to establish a reputation in Phoenix."

Cook's pre-Phoenix years began in his hometown of Pittsburgh, where he was coerced into playing the violin--widely acknowledged as an instrument for sissies--at the tender age of 7. "I had an uncle, and he had this violin," Cook says. "He'd been beggin' my mom and all the sisters in the family to play it, but no one would touch it. His daughter ran off with the circus, and nobody ever saw her again. Finally, he said to me, 'I'm not going to be living too much longer, and everybody been refusing me all these years'--he actually started crying--and he begged me to learn how, and he'd pay for lessons."

And so it was that Cook found himself learning at the hands of "some Hungarian guy. . . . He'd slap you upside the head if you messed up. And I was actually physically scared of the violin, because when you'd tighten up the string, the damn thing would pop off and hit me in the eye."

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