In a profound loss for the jazz world, Jack DeJohnette, one of the most inventive and deeply musical drummers of his era, has died at the age of 83. He departed on Sunday in Kingston, New York, from congestive heart failure, surrounded by his wife, family and close friends.
DeJohnette’s career spanned over six decades — from his beginnings as a pianist in Chicago to becoming a rhythmic force who helped to reshape jazz.
For me personally, his presence on albums like Changeless (with Keith Jarrett and Gary Peacock) was a gateway into jazz. I lost count of the times I pressed play, feeling transported by DeJohnette’s subtle power and musical sensitivity. I remember also hearing him on Inside Out, Whisper Not, The Cure, and the unforgettable Bye Bye Blackbird.
He wasn’t just the drummer behind those records — he was the heartbeat, the colour and the spirit. I was lucky enough to see him live: once in Istanbul with John Surman, and again in London with the Keith Jarrett trio. Those concerts felt like witnessing a master at work — effortless yet profound.
Beyond those groups, DeJohnette played with so many pivotal figures: John Surman, Terje Rypdal, Ralph Towner, Charlie Haden, and in the beautiful trio Gateway with John Abercrombie and Dave Holland.

His playing was always more than keeping time — it was alive, responsive, full of intention. As noted by many, his gift was “the ability to listen… not only listen audibly but also listen with my heart.”
Jazz has lost a master. But his music — the countless grooves, the colors, the spaces he made room for — will continue to speak, to comfort, to inspire.
Mr DeJohnette, you will always be remembered. Rest in peace — thank you for everything.