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There are strange things going on in some places on this planet, that I don't understand and I am compelled to comment on them.
Since my very first memory of life on this planet, there has been nothing more fascinating than "girls". The very first time I saw a pretty little girl, I pointed at her, and told my mother I wanted a pretty little girl just like that one.
I know we're not supposed to comment on anything that's not audio, so lets assume she was carrying a portable radio. (at 5 years old)
How can anyone harm females just because they're females?
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OP,
You have certainly seen a lot of the greats. I envy you.
Cheers
I did see Telly Savalas once at Dulles airport. :) |
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How can anyone harm females just because they're females?
We can't leave the OP hanging. What's the story? Cheers |
Mary Jo, you have made a permanent contribution to this thread. Thanks again.
"And they shall be led by a Queen from the East." -- The Good Book
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Rok, let me set this up so you can thoroughly understand it.
My favorite watering hole was owned by someone who entertained in Vegas at one time, and had worked with Maynard Ferguson; they were good friends, plus, the club was close to the hotel where Maynard was working and staying.
The club was dim, and Maynard and his party came in the same as any other revelers on the weekend (unannounced). It wasn't until the challenge that I knew who he was, which is just they way they wanted it. They were there to party, not to attract attention.
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....and, of course, we all know that a double high C on the trumpet would never attract attention 😊 (that was for rockadanny) https://youtu.be/47uuEYv-C7o |
The Frogman has made one of those 'good point' observations. :)
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Rok, it seems that all your posts are bringing on memories. I was in "Mobay"; that's what they call Montego Bay, and while they had nothing but Reggae at the hotel and in public, when you turned on the radio, nothing but jazz; you would have thought you were in Chicago or LA; Jamaicans were some hip dudes.
When I was LA, a girl I knew took me to a big church where I heard gospel on par with the "Staple Singers"; I got religion that Sunday. The Staple Singers make me want to go to church and repent, although I don't recall offhand doing anything wrong. I got to have some more of that music.
"City, country City"; my favorite cut on that album.
"Rainy Night in Georgia"; I was in Atlanta, and it started drizzling one night, and didn't stop for a week. I remember walking up and down "Peach Tree Street" where I was living in a hotel (work related) and it seemed like it was never going to stop raining. Atlanta is a lonely place when it's raining and you don't know anybody.
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Frogman, he muffed it so bad, I bet most people thought he was just someone trying to imitate Maynard Ferguson.
The guy who looked most like the Maynard Ferguson I saw, was the first one.
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And now, due to a diminishing number of requests (as the old club MC would say), a last comment from me about the bass clarinet. Like many of you I do have interests in other music besides jazz (Dead Can Dance o10?) and I attended our local symphony Saturday evening. The main performance was Mahler’s "The Song of the Earth". He’s not a favorite of mine but I though I should give it a chance. Anyway I noted the instrumentation included bass clarinet. Sure enough, there were at least three times where that distinctive mellow low tone penetrated through the other instruments, reminding me again I do like that sound. That was the best part of the hour-long piece.
o10, yet another appreciation we share. Growing up I heard multiple times that boys didn’t notice girls until our early teens, about the time facial hair began to show. That was not true for me. I had a crush on a girl in my kindergarten class. Decades later I still remember her name even. We moved and I lost track of her by the 3rd grade but I still remember how cute she was and how that made me feel. ;^)
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rok, can't stop laughing...:))))) |
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Today's Listen: The title suggests some sort of Treme meets The Big Apple. Both players from New Orleans. Both studied at the New Orleans Center fo the Creative Arts(NOCCA). Terence studied under Ellis Marsalis, Donald under Alvin Batiste in Baton Rouge. Both went North to study classical. Terence at Rutgers, Donald at Berklee. Both seemed to have survived the ordeal with their New Orleans instincts intact. So nice to see a cover with serious young Jazz players. Both were playing in the Blakey group when this was recorded.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoWANgGSGp4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpCf2jH5vsA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkN1XXfaCxE Cheers |
The most exhilarating and mesmerizing experience I can ever recall from watching live music, was watching and listening to a friend of mine perform who was a wild man on organ. Before I go into that, I have to explain why it was such an incredible experience. I compare that experience to riding on an old rickety wooden roller coaster because I experienced the same emotions (excluding the fear); I was mesmerized, which is a combination of hypnotized and exhilarated. No recording can compare to being close to a wild man on a Hammond B3; the dynamic range is so wide, that only a reel to reel tape could even come close to duplicating it, plus the frequency range goes beyond audibility, but when you're right there, you can hear sounds that seem to emanate from close to your ear, like a ringing maybe. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy8dZEpEYrAJimmy Smith is the closest I can come to duplicating this experience. This is the first time I've even attempted to describe that experience because that music was not recorded, and I can't post a link so that you don't have to take my word for what I'm telling you, but this time you will have to take my word for a most incredible experience that I was fortunate enough to enjoy many times, and each time seemed like the first time. This "wild man on organ" was a close friend of mine and I drove him to his gigs, that allowed me to witness his performance many times, and each time was so different that it seemed like the first time every time; can you imagine Charlie "Bird" Parker on Hammond B3 organ; my man could play notes on the organ as fast as Bird on alto sax, and they would all be clear, articulate and musical; none of this wild "free jazz stuff"; pure music, the same as "Bird". Improvisatory hard bop is what it was, and after word got around that he was in town, the joint was always packed. St. Louis was a kind of town with a demand, but no supply; the demand was for improvisatory hard bop, but there was no supply, so when word got around that it was in town, the clubs were packed where ever he played. He played the biggest stage in St. Louis, that was the 4th of July St. Louis Fair and got a grand write up, that's the only historical black and white evidence that what I'm telling you even occurred, which is why I've hesitated in telling you. If you can imagine Jimmy Smith playing a little wilder and faster, you'll get an idea of what I was listening to. I was always seated close enough to where I could see the expressions on his face change as he played; they went from grotesque, to pure ecstasy when he hit a note just right that sounded so good to him that he closed his eyes; I was experiencing the same emotions. This is the closest I can find to duplicating what I was listening to; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gobKu4UlxSANow that I reflect on it, that was the grandest Summer of my existence. |
Andy Farber:
Great stuff. Great to see / hear music like this being performed by a younger crowd. There is hope yet!! Bass player is a good indicator also.
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Any relation to Audrey Farber? Everyone knew her as Nancy. |
Organ Players:
While attending school in Endicott, NY, my friends and I hung out at a bar in Binghamton, NY, called Gentleman Joe's. Google it. Apparently Coltrane played there in 1962. They had a fantastic organ player who led a group called 'John and the baptist' (I think that's correct). A trio. He was white, about 5'5", his girl friend was black and about 6'4". They made quite a pair. But boy, could he play.
Gentleman Joe was a retired fighter. May have fought Sugar Ray, or at least sparred with him. The REAL Sugar Ray. Pictures all over the wall behind the bar. Great times. A zillion (friendly) girls, all from Georgia. :) Which helped because we were from Atlanta. Maybe they were making McIntosh???
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o10, wow, there was a time when I considered myself a film buff. Apparently no longer. I don't remember that film at all. And what a cast with Scorsese directing!! Thanks for introducing me to that one.
That Mahler chamber piece was interesting. But I'd need to hear it a couple of times to form any real judgement. I can say it has more potential than what I heard Saturday evening.
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When I was going out a lot, it seems that almost everywhere there was live music, there was an organ, and that is the only instrument I can think of that can not be adequately reproduced on recordings, or maybe I'm too aware of the reduction in dynamic range because I became accustomed to live organ. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ch6JA5isa8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlxxmNP2MKwThe organ solos on these cuts would be mind blowing if you heard them live, but recorded, the dynamic range has to be compressed. |
Acman, there are things we discussed that are between me, you and the gatepost, and the gatepost don't talk. We'll just have to let everybody else guess about that statement.
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Swingin' At Sugar Ray's:
Now, this is the way it's done. Great stuff!
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rok, yes I believe Hyman is regarded as a very accomplished pianist. I have a couple of his recordings but they are still packed away so can't refresh my memory for titles. He has done several tribute albums.
The last one was funny. Ray Brown wiping away the sweat BEFORE keeping up with Peterson on a number. He probably needed to do it again afterwards. ;^)
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The last one was funny. Ray Brown wiping away the sweat BEFORE keeping up with Peterson on a number. He probably needed to do it again afterwards. ;^)
Even Peterson was in a sweat trying to keep up with Peterson. I think the overall effect is much better when he has drums in the group. Hell, even a horn or two. Cheers |
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In this crazy world this is not just musical oasis...lot’s of nice songs guys... |
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That guitar is a wild animal that decided to be in peace with humans...thank you pjw for that song. Allegedly Wes said: “I never practice my guitar. From time to time I just open the case and throw in a piece of raw meat."
I am tellin' ya... More of Wes... https://youtu.be/djFKy5N15Mk |
I was born in the same neighborhood where Miles Davis was raised, but I never met him because I was 3 years old when he left, and he never came back. The only reason I'm telling you this, is because it's almost impossible to believe that the person I uncovered from talking to people who knew and played football, went swimming with, and played basketball with Miles; is the same person we know as "Miles Davis".
I never even knew what I'm relaying to you now, before I read his autobiography. I knew the people he wrote about, I mean from my childhood until the time they died. Once upon a time people didn't seem to move from place to place, and neighborhoods were much more stable.
The Miles I uncovered is such a drastically different person from the one we think we know. The only thing that tracks with the Miles we know, is that trumpet; it seems that from the time he was 13, he was almost never without it; plus that, anyone who was a music teacher or musician, met him personally because he sought them out to learn whatever he could.
I was talking to a ladies son about Miles music; she overheard the conversation and remarked; "I remember Miles, he was the little dark skinned kid who was always trying to play the trumpet". (what do you say behind that?)
According to his friends, he was the nicest, kindest person you could ever want to meet. According to that older lady, he was always so mannerable. I talked to different people at different times, trying to get something negative about Miles, but never succeeded.
Contrast that with the Miles that we think we knew.
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That guitar is a wild animal that decided to be in peace with humans...thank you pjw for that song. Thanks MJ the Montgomery song you posted is a testament to that. |
I missed the anniversary of this thread last month, so here is an overdue and heartfelt THANKS to o10 for initiating all our discussions! His jazz post more than seven years ago is now approaching 21,000 comments. There are only a hand full of other music subjects with >1K posts so this popularity is overwhelming. I've been reminded of music not heard for some time, experienced new music, had technical aspects of music explained, enjoyed descriptions of other's introductions to jazz and live performance experiences, and gained insight for some of the better known artists of this art from. O10's comments on Miles was one of the latter and the thing that prompted me to offer this thanks for initiating his thread. Way to go big guy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I32ft4Sse4 |
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Than you Pryso; your appreciation makes the effort worthwhile.
While sax is my favorite instrument, it seems that the trumpet, by a smidgen, is the soul of jazz, and Louis Armstrong personifies that soul.
Thanks again!
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Cal Tjader:
Cal plays music for stressful times; when I listen to his music, I drift off to a better time and place, I hope you have the same experience.
I have one CD by Tjader, 'Soul Sauce', I think I played it once. As I recalled it was not what I was expecting. I guess the cover with a picture of a meal with a bottle of hot sauce led me to expect something else. I will give it another listen. Cheers |
"Bag's Groove" is my favorite groove.
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