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YOU OUGHTA BE IN PICTURES (which are then sold on eBay) WITH A BRIEF DISASTROUS EPISODE OF POKING THE BEAR
In the last years of my teaching career (forty years' plus) I had had enough of many irritations, and I printed out a page with block letters — DON'T GO POKIN' THE BEAR (the apostrophe is because I thought it was a rural phrase) — and hung it next to my office door. I knew what it meant (don't go out of your way to irritate me) but I am not sure it worked. And given the social inability of many of my colleagues, no one asked me, "What kind of bear are you, Michael?" and I could have answered, "Stuffed."
Second, if I had more of a life (as I had before March 12 and hope for again) I would not spend so much time on eBay. But I hope my ennui is my readers' gain. Looking for photographs of my jazz heroes autographed and / or inscribed by them, I encountered some new delights from a Belgian seller. I present them to you for your pleasure — in each case, with appropriate music.
And to set the stage, the Boswell Sisters and the Dorsey Brothers, 1934:
JOOGIE BOOGIE (Chicago, 1950), Lil Hardin Armstrong, personnel unknown:
To Willie, in 1954:
Oscar Pettiford, with Sidney Catlett, Eddie Heywood, Charlie Shavers, Ed Hall, Frank Socolow, for BLUES IN ROOM 920 (1944):
Oscar, inscribed to Bill Coleman; I don't recognize the inscription on the right:
Red Norvo, I GOT RHYTHM, with Joe Thomas, Vic Dickenson, Hank D'Amico, Teddy Wilson, Slam Stewart, Specs Powell (1944):
To Willy:
and trumpeter Ernie Royal. STARDUST: Ernie, Billy Taylor, Oscar Pettiford, George Barnes, Osie Johnson (1954):
and the man himself:
and something that strikes me as unusual: Bill Coleman inscribing a photograph to his wife of fifteen years, Lily. THAT'S KICKS (1944), which Bill recorded with Sammy Price, Joe Eldridge, Ike Quebec, Oscar Pettiford, Doc West:
and here's to the happy couple:
But, as with many things, especially online commerce, CAVEAT EMPTOR is the law of the land. If you choose to purchase an autograph or an inscribed photograph, please compare the signature on it with others visible on eBay or on Google. There are forgers out there, and I have a brand-new story, which seem sour or funny or both. Hark to my tale.
Possibly the most often-seen jazz autograph on eBay is that of Louis Armstrong, who signed his name a million times over fifty years. His calligraphy was not smooth and elegant, rather angular and labored. His genuine signature is completely recognizable. The forgeries, and I have seen many, are too neat. And people forget that their heroes often signed their names while leaning against a wall, balancing a small piece of paper in midair.
Yesterday I saw a truly poor forgery on eBay, as if someone had attempted to copy Louis' idiosyncracies . . . and had failed. It was a first take. (I'm not displaying it here because I want it to vanish.) "Priced to sell!" the seller trumpeted (forgive me) and it had a "certificate of authenticity" attached. For some reason, this seemed appalling to me — heretical, an insult to my idol. And in my annoyance, I wrote a clearly graceless note to the seller:
Dear X—-, sadly, whoever sold this to you as genuine wasn't being honest. It's about a C- forgery. I have several originals, one I did get from the great man himself in 1967, and his handwriting was always more angular and messy. Compare it with others for sale on eBay. Sorry to break the news, but I dislike tofu sold as steak. Michael Steinman (a Louis enthusiast for decades)
Who knows what I thought I would accomplish — righteous indignation is always treacherous unless you have an army — but I got a faceful:
Yenta, I don't think you know what side is up, any further accusations or messages will be considered harassment and reported….
That'll teach me to not poke the bear, don't you think?
Posted in "Thanks A Million", It's A Mystery, It's All True, Swing You Cats!, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Bill Coleman, Boswell Sisters, caveat emptor, Dana Suesse, Dorsey Brothers, Ebay, Edward Heyman, Ernie Royal, forgeries, George Barnes, Jazz Lives, Joe Thomas, Lil Hardin Armstrong, Lilliam Armstrong, Louis Armstrong, Michael Steinman, Oscar Pettiford, poking the bear, Red Norvo, Sammy Price, Teddy Wilson, Vic Dickenson, Yenta
THEY DANCED TO IT, AND STILL DO
Jazz fans of a sedentary nature (I count myself among them) need to be reminded that this was and is music for dancing. Dancing. And I thank my friend, the splendid singer Laura Windley, for gently reminding me of this. But rather than create a long didactic episode, I offer this as evidence — just spotted on eBay.
The three pages depicted here tell quite a story. I'd never seen Teddy Hill's photograph on sheet music before, but he and his band did not get to record this number, which isn't surprising. We also know that musicians had their photographs on sheet music covers — whether as publicity for both sides or because the song was in their repertoire. The Hill band released eight sides in three sessions in 1935-36: at the time, I think they were considered by the record companies a second-string group, which is a real pity.
Their later recordings — eighteen sides — for Bluebird were billed as Teddy Hill and his NBC Orchestra, which suggests not only a radio connection but an accompanying higher level of fame. In 1937, Teddy and the band toured England and France (which is why Bill Dillard, Shad Collins, Dicky Wells, Bill Coleman, and other Harlemites recorded with Django Reinhardt for Swing Records); he led bands until 1940, alas without recordings, and then changed course and became manager of Minton's jazz club in Harlem. He died in 1978.
As you will hear below, the band offered a deft combination of swinging dance music, hot solos, and interesting arranging touches.
A song by the same name was recorded by George Scott-Wood and his Six Swingers, but I can't tell if it was this Blake-Taylor composition. The owner of the sheet music, Virginia, wrote her name and another detail, dating this in 1934: you did this so you got your sheet music back. Notice that the place all this TRUCKIN' ON DOWN was happening was not Harlem or Chicago's South Side, but Danville, Illinois, 138 miles from Chicago, which, in 1934, was a long drive. Swing and swing dancing was everywhere: a blessed phenomenon we can only imagine. We're told that even the "O-Fays" [see the lyric] loved the dance:
One page from the inside shows that this was not just music that someone bought to gaze upon — or to have sit on the piano. It was played:
Even though I don't dance — I have "a lazy gate" — the back page is entrancing:
It's nearly all upper-body pantomime, and there's no partner in sight to endanger: I could do this. Especially to the sound of Teddy Hill's 1935-6 band.
Here's the link — should your impulses lead you to click on Buy It Now as a substitute for truckin' it down uptown — although the seller is asking $399.99 plus $8.50 shipping (of course, that can be spread out over 24 months, a boon).
And here are the details about the Teddy Hill recordings that follow. But you can skip them with my blessing to get the dancing underway.
Teddy Hill And His Orchestra : Bill Dillard (tp,vcl) Roy Eldridge, Bill Coleman (tp) Dicky Wells (tb) Russell Procope (cl,as) Howard Johnson (as) Teddy Hill, Chu Berry (ts) Sam Allen (p) John Smith (g) Richard Fullbright (b) Bill Beason (d). New York, February 26, 1935: LOOKIE, LOOKIE, LOOKIE, HERE COMES COOKIE / GOT ME DOIN' THINGS / WHEN THE ROBIN SINGS HIS SONG AGAIN / WHEN LOVE KNOCKS AT YOUR HEART /
Frank Newton, Shad Collins (tp) replaces Roy Eldridge, Bill Coleman, Cecil Scott (ts,bar) replaces Chu Berry. New York, April 1, 1936
UPTOWN RHAPSODY / CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS (unissued) / May 4, 1936: AT THE RUG CUTTERS' BALL / BLUE RHYTHM FANTASY / PASSIONETTE /
And here's some music. WHEN LOVE KNOCKS AT YOUR HEART, with a pretty vocal by Bill Dillard, followed by a gently hot chorus by Bill Coleman, and a very danceable final chorus, complete with piano plinks:
and one of my favorite silly tunes, LOOKIE, LOOKIE, LOOKIE, HERE COMES COOKIE, which starts with a searing Roy, who returns to light up the sky, in solo and leading the brass at the start of the verse, before a supercharged Chu Berry takes precedence — but wait, that's the swing anarchist Dicky Wells taking the bridge. The YouTube poster's copy has a few small skips, but it's a romp:
Bill Dillard takes the vocal on GOT ME DOIN' THINGS before Chu — almost sedately — comes in for a few comments:
WHEN THE ROBIN SINGS HIS SONG AGAIN is a wonderful combination of swing dance music, then things heat up with Bill Coleman, Howard Johnson for the bridge, then Coleman. Chu Berry is clearly in aerodynamic form, with Dicky Wells at his splendid surrealistic best, before Chu returns and Sam Allen plays a poised interlude:
UPTOWN RHAPSODY is a very daring chart at that tempo — like CHRISTMAS NIGHT IN HARLEM in a funhouse mirror — with Procope, Johnson, and Wells:
On AT THE RUG CUTTERS' BALL, Sam Allen, Cecil Scott, Newton, Procope and Wells tell us in [Hendersonian] terms that we are in Harlem where riffs are born:
Here's the band version of Willie "the Lion" Smith's PASSIONETTE (what a wonderful reed section sound) with Frank Newton in his prime, then Russell Procope, and skywriter Dicky Wells, before the band rocks it out:
and Chappie Willet's delightfully "modernistic" BLUE RHYTHM FANTASY, with Wells, Howard Johnson, Procope, and a swaggering Newton, then Cecil Scott:
I hope those sounds inspired some dancing!
Did you Truck On Down? It's good for you.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Hotter Than That, Irreplaceable, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love, Wow!
Tagged Bill Beason, Bill Coleman, Bill Dillard, Cecil Scott, Chu Berry, Dicky Wells, Dizzy Gillespie, Eubie Blake, Frank Newton, jazz is for dancing, Jazz Lives, Laura Windley, Michael Steinman, Shad Collins, Teddy Hill, TRUCKIN' ON DOWN
"YOU FIT INTO THE PICTURE" (1935)
Again, rambling through eBay — very soothing especially if one doesn't feel compelled to spend money — I found this wonderful artifact:
This was near the end of Annette's career, so there are no commercial recordings of her performing the song. However, it was popular enough that three are available to us on that lopsided cosmic jukebox called YouTube. And the eBay seller took pictures of all the pages — so you can, as they used to say, try this out on your piano. Here's an early version (late November 1934) well-played dance music by Don Bestor with Joy Lynne singing:
and page one:
page two:
and another version, this from very early January 1935, featuring Bob Howard, Teddy Wilson, Benny Carter, first on alto, then on trumpet, Buster Bailey, Clarence Holiday, Elmer James, Cozy Cole (incidentally, those who are delighting in the new Teddy Wilson Mosaic set will find equivalent gems under Howard and Putney Dandridge's name):
Howard seems to be influenced by another popular pianist-singer. Who could it be? But first, more sheet music.
and page four:
then, the Master, in dewy form, with the Blessed Bill Coleman of Paris, Kentucky, alongside Gene Sedric, Charlie Turner, Al Casey, and Harry Dial — one of the best early Waller dates:
and, for the finale:
I don't covet a time machine, but it is sweet to dream of a time and place where this was the popular music one would hear from one's radio.
Tagged Al Casey, Annette Hanshaw, Benny Carter, Bill Coleman, Bob Howard, Bud Green, Buster Bailey, Charlie Turner, Clarence Holiday, Cozy Cole, Don Bestor, Ebay, elmer James, Fats Waller, Gene Sedric, Harry Dial, Jazz Lives, Jesse Greer, Joy Lynne, Michael Steinman, Teddy Wilson, YOU FIT INTO THE PICTURE
EYE CONTACT, AND MORE
At times, I find the world of 2018 terribly destabilizing and cold. I live in the middle of an insular community, so the percentage of people who will respond to "Good morning," a smile, and eye contact, is small.
I understand the reasons: I am not of the tribe (and there are many tribes from which one might be excluded); I am not known; I am male; I might very well say something inappropriate after that salutation. "Don't talk to strangers!" is still strong.
But I think in this world, full of sharp edges, we might do worse than smile at people we don't know.
The essential soundtrack is a song that used to be familiar and easy: Chris Tyle says that he used to play it as the first tune on a gig: that shows characteristic good taste. It is, on the surface, a love song — your love shows through in the way you smile at me — but it is also a song about the possibility of a love that is less specific, more embracing. That might save us.
There are many versions of SMILES on YouTube — pretty and respectful performances from 1918, with the verse, to more recent ones by swing / New Orleans bands. But the latter are too speedy for me, as if the bands are trying to show how well and hot they play by increasing the tempo. As a smile might grow gradually and naturally, this song — to me — needs to be played at a singable tempo, to let the feeling emerge as it would in a real encounter.
I am happy that I can share the version that has stayed with me for thirty-plus years, one of John Hammond's best but unheralded ideas, of merging "pop" vocalists Eddy Howard and Chick Bullock with superb small bands.
Once it was fashionable to sneer at Chick as dull and overly earnest. Yes, he can sound like Uncle Charles deciding to sing, but he is much more subtle than that, and his homemade quality is eminently appealing on material like this. Without doing too much, he sounds as if he believes the lyrics and he believes in the song, and his gentle affectionate conviction is warming.
Here, on December 6, 1940, he was accompanied by Bill Coleman, trumpet; Benny Morton, trombone; Edmond Hall, clarinet; Bud Freeman, tenor saxophone; Teddy Wilson, piano; Eddie Gibbs, guitar; Billy Taylor, Sr., string bass; Yank Porter, drums. With the exception of Freeman, so inspired here, this was one version of the band Wilson led at Cafe Society Downtown. I've always listened to this record several times, once for Chick, once for the band, and more. How much music they fit into this 78 through split choruses and obbligati!
I hope this music inspires some readers to smile in general, and to try this radically humane act in the larger world. The worst thing that can happen is that one might be greeted with an emotionless stare or suspicion, but I've found that there are kindred souls in the universe who will — even shyly — make eye contact. Such connections might be all we have, and they are worth cherishing.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Benny Morton, Bill Coleman, Billy Taylor, Bud Freeman, Cafe Society, Chick Bullock, Chris Tyle, Ed Hall, Eddie Gibbs, Jazz Lives, John Hammond, Michael Steinman, smile, Smiles, Teddy Wilson, Yank Porter
TEDDY TAKES TO THE COUNTRY, 1939
Teddy Wilson, 1937, New York, LIFE magazine
For a quarter of a century, perhaps more, Teddy Wilson was unmatched as solo pianist, accompanist, and ensemble inspiration. Consistently inventive, reliable without being stale, he seems now both traditional and forward-looking, swinging and harmonically inventive, his melodic lines clear and memorable. And it is our good fortune that he worked and recorded with three of the great star-legends of the period, Benny Goodman, Billie Holiday, and Mildred Bailey, in addition to recordings under his own name. To me, his great period begins with his 1933 work with Louis Armstrong and Benny Carter and gradually tapers off by the end of the Verve recordings — although he could still play magnificently.
He had many opportunities to record, not simply because of his splendid improvisations. Because Wilson was personally responsible — a quiet, businesslike man — you could count on him showing up on time, being prepared, being sober — no small collection of virtues. And he had a champion in John Hammond, who perhaps recognized not only the astonishing musician but a fellow patrician, a courtly intellectual. Thus, between 1935 and 1942, Hammond helped to get Wilson recorded often as soloist and leader for the ARC labels (Columbia, Vocalion, Okeh, Brunswick) and he was of course recording with Goodman for Victor and on Decca with Putney Dandridge and Bob Howard.
Wilson's most famous sides are frequently reissued — think of MISS BROWN TO YOU and BODY AND SOUL with Billie and Benny, respectively, but many glorious ones are overlooked. Mosaic Records, the jazz benefactor, will be issuing a seven-CD set of Wilson's recordings — leaving aside the ones made with Holiday — under his own name for the ARC family of labels between 1934 and 1942: details below. "Under his own name" is important here, because a few sideman sessions had to be omitted, some because they appeared on other Mosaic sets (Mildred Bailey, Chu Berry) and others because they don't fit the premise of the set.
Two are glorious and worth searching out: I know Chick Bullock is scorned by some, but his sessions with Wilson's band backing him are priceless, as are the sides made with Eddy Howard as the star (consider this personnel: Wilson, Bill Coleman, Bud Freeman, Benny Morton, Ed Hall, Charlie Christian . . . . ). The Bullock sides are on a Retrieval CD; the Howard ones on Neatwork or Classics. I've also heard the "safety" disc from the Howard session, which has the singer having trouble with WRAP YOUR TROUBLES IN DREAMS. It may have emerged on the Sony Charlie Christian box set.
But two sessions led by the elusive Redd Evans "and his Billy Boys" have never been reissued. JAZZ LIVES to the rescue! — although the sonic quality is flawed. (The Customer Service Department is out back; form a single line.)
Redd Evans (1912-72) was most famous as a lyricist, whose hits included "Rosie the Riveter," "There! I've Said It Again." "Let Me Off Uptown," "No Moon at All," "Don't Go to Strangers," "American Beauty Rose," "The Frim Fram Sauce," and "If Love Is Good to Me." He was also a singer and he may have been a better-than-competent ocarina player, possibly at one time a member of the Horace Heidt dance orchestra. But for me, Evans is fascinating because of the rare 1939 recordings with Wilson, and, in one instance, Buster Bailey.
I know that Evans was born in Mississippi, but how deep his "hillbilly" roots went is hard to discern. On IN THE BAGGAGE COACH AHEAD, where Mother's coffin is part of the lyric, he sounds seriously influenced by Jerry Colonna. THEY CUT DOWN THE OLD PINE TREE is yet another example of morbidity in swing, a "country" song written by people whose idea of "the country" might well have been a day trip to Long Island, Edward Eliscu and either David or Milt Raskin. "Brown" could have been a dozen people, so I leave that to you.
I am certain that John Hammond was involved in these recordings, and although their initial affect may seem strange, they are another reason to be grateful to Hammond for his limitless ambitions. For one thing, even though Wilson's name is not on the label, Evans calls out to him on one side, and he is unmistakable. The sessions, also, were made when Wilson had left Goodman to lead his own band, which was an aesthetic success but not a financial one, so they may have been Hammond's way of helping Wilson make money and re-establish an identity that had been subsumed with Goodman.
Too, Hammond was always looking for ways to merge his jazz stars with more popular artists — perhaps hoping for what we would now call a "crossover" hit that would give him even more freedom to record his improvisers. Think of the Glenn Hardman date with Lester Young, Freddie Green, and Jo Jones — perhaps a sideways glance at the sides Milt Herth was making for Decca with Willie "the Lion" Smith, Teddy Bunn, and O'Neil Spencer. Had Hammond known of the 1938 Pinky Tomlin Decca sides, which pair a "countrified" singer with a hot band — one of the issued sides being RED WING? Pairing Wilson — and other African-American musicians — with Evans would not only be crossing genres but also gently eroding race barriers. Perhaps the people who enjoyed Western Swing would find this side appealing, as well.
Evans made a few vocal sides with Charlie Barnet in 1945, but his 1939 sides are of most interest here, documented by Tom Lord:
Redd Evans (vcl) acc by tp, ts, g, Buster Bailey (cl) Teddy Wilson (p) unknown (b) J.C. Heard (d). New York, April 17, 1939.
W24381 They cut down the old pine tree Voc 4836
W24382 Red wing –
W24383-B Carry me back to the lone prairie 4920
W24384-A Red River Valley –
Redd Evans And His Billy Boys : Willis Kelly (tp) Floyd Brady (tb) Reggie Merrill (as) Clark Galehouse (ts) Teddy Wilson (p) Al Casey (g) Al Hall (b) Cozy Cole (d) Redd Evans, "Hot Sweet Potato" (vcl). New York, August 11, 1939.
25189-1 Milenberg joys (re vcl) Voc 5173
25190-1 In the baggage coach ahead (re vcl) –
25191-1,2 Am I blue ? (re,hsp vcl) (unissued)
25192-1,2 When it's springtime in the Rockies (hsp vcl) –
I find the personnel above intriguing, because it mixes players from Wilson's band — the rhythm section and Floyd Brady — with "studio" players: Galehouse shows up on a Quintones session, Merrill on an Alec Wilder date. Willis Kelly, anyone?
I've never seen a copy of MILENBERG / BAGGAGE, but I was delighted to find a worn copy of RED WING / OLD PINE TREE on eBay. Again, I advise that my method of getting the sounds to you is at best odd, but it will have to do until the Real Thing Comes Along.
Wilson is immediately recognizable — admire his neat modulations out and in to Evans' vocal key, the way he shines through the ensemble also. Whoever the ocarina player is, I like his work immensely, and the unidentified trumpeter has certainly listened to Roy Eldridge. The tune — with its memorably odd lyrics — bears some small melodic resemblance to WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE. Was it written tongue-in-cheek (rather like the story told about SONNY BOY) as a collection of down-home cliches?
RED WING is more familiar — an ancient campfire favorite, with connections to Robert Schumann and Kerry Mills, eventually to Woody Guthrie — and this recording is thirty seconds shorter, but it has the pleasure of a chorus split between Wilson and Buster Bailey, which is no small gift. I'll take it on faith that the drummer is J.C. Heard, who was part of Wilson's orchestra, and the record pleases me, even though the subject is sad indeed, the Native American maiden weeping over her dead lover night after night:
And here are the two other sides from April 1939, in a format that may or may not work for you (if it doesn't, I invite you to Google "Redd Evans and his Billy Boys" and find them on your own).
https://archive.org/details/78_red-river-valley_redd-evans-and-his-billy-boys-redd-evans_gbia0003699a
https://archive.org/details/78_carry-me-back-to-the-lone-prairie_redd-evans-and-his-billy-boys-redd-evans-robison_gbia0003699b
A few words about the Mosaic set — seven discs, expected at the end of this year. As always, the Mosaic boxes are often highlighted for the previously unknown and unheard music they contain, which leads some value-minded collectors to sniff, "Only seven unissued sides? Why, that costs $ – – – a side!" I can't tell anyone how to apportion their money, but Mosaic issues, to me, always expose the larger picture: hearing familiar sides in a context not available previously; hearing the chronological development of an artist's work, as far as it can be documented in visits to the recording studio. I will say that the set begins with the May 22, 1934 piano solo SOMEBODY LOVES ME and ends with the July 31, 1942 B FLAT SWING, both in two takes. In between, there are previously unheard band sides, and a 1942 trio date with Al Hall and J.C. Heard that was issued in part — but now we have the whole thing, more than two dozen performances, because Bill Savory was the recording engineer for Columbia.
I have been fascinated by Wilson since the late Sixties, and one of the thrills of my college-student life was getting his autograph at a suburban shopping center concert. Of course I sought out the Billie and Mildred sets on Columbia, and then graduated into the deep territory that only Collectors know. But I do not have all of the issued sides on this Mosaic set, and I have (or had) the Meritt Record Society lps, the three-disc French Columbia Wilson box set, the Masters of Jazz CDs . . . and so on. So this will be a set to treasure.
And this is true: in today's mail, I received a traffic ticket from a red-light camera (the county I live in loves such things) that will cost me more than the Wilson set. And paying that fine will give much less pleasure than listening to Teddy in his prime.
Come to a full stop. But not for Mosaic Records.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Irreplaceable, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Jazz Worth Reading, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love, Wow!
Tagged Benny Carter, Benny Goodman, Benny Morton, Bill Coleman, Billie Holiday, Bob Howard, Bud Freeman, Buster Bailey, Charlie Christian, Chick Bullock, Eddy Howard, Edmond Hall, Jazz Lives, John Hammond, Louis Armstrong, Michael Steinman, Mildred Bailey, Mosaic Records, Putney Dandridge, red-light camera, Redd Evans, Redd Evans and his Billy Boys, Teddy Wilson, traffic ticket
GOLD IN THOSE GROOVES (Los Angeles, 1938)
Truman "Pinky" Tomlin, singer, composer, bandleader, film star
Everyone reading JAZZ LIVES could, with not much effort, compile a list of a dozen well-known and rewarding jazz recordings. Your list might be entirely different, but I feel that we would recognize the names of most, if not all, of the entries. But what continues to delight me is the wonderful music to be found on recordings that don't get any attention, those beneath the surface of the collective attention.
One such record is a recent purchase from eBay, and it's repaid its original price (perhaps $2.99?) a dozen times over, even though its star, Oklahoma-born "Pinky" Tomlin, would not be at the top of many people's lists.
The record isn't listed in Tom Lord's or Brian Rust's discography, although the records Pinky made with (among others) Joe Sullivan and Joe Haymes are. Make of this what you will, but two sides made at the same session — SMILES and THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET — are listed (and thus certified as Official Jazz Records) although they are less memorable: I bought that disc also from eBay.
The orchestra is directed by Harry Sosnik, and features Pinky with Mannie Klein, trumpet; Andy Secrest, cornet; Abe Lincoln, trombone; Jack Mayhew, clarinet; Claude Kennedy, piano; Perry Botkin, guitar; Slim Jim Taft, string bass; Spike Jones, drums. It was recorded in Los Angeles, April 23, 1938.
Those are illustrious names; some readers will notice that the band is close to the group that accompanied Mr. Crosby and Mr. Mercer on their version of the Gallagher-and-Shean vaudeville routine in July of that year: the evidence here. I suspect that more than a few worked in radio and were known as the best "studio" musicians on the West Coast. The one unknown in this band, pianist Kennedy, I found out through reading Pinky's autobiography, THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION (his best-known composition) was a friend and musical colleague of Pinky's from Oklahoma. (Just because you might be wondering, Truman Tomlin got his nickname early on because of his complexion.)
I wonder if this session was another of Jack Kapp's crossover ideas, joining hot jazz, swing, and Western swing, to support Pinky, already well-known on radio and films. Had Kapp noticed the success of Maxine Sullivan's LOCH LOMOND, a swing version of a traditional song, or Ella Logan's efforts (in all those cases, no composers to pay)?
But enough words. Feast your ears (and, yes, there is authentic surface noise, because the original owner of this record played it often).
RED WING:
RED RIVER VALLEY:
These sides are fun, and that comes from their ease, the sweet balance between Pinky's sincere Oklahoma voice, not trying to "get hot" except for the one upwards Bing-meets-Louis scat phrase on RED WING. He's telling us stories, and he's completely earnest but never stiff. Sosnik wasn't always so swinging on other Deccas that bear his name, but the arranged passages are right on target, and it's especially pleasant that the endings on both sides aren't histrionic, but wind down gently. Secrest plays beautifully, but it's the band that charms me — its unsung heroes being Perry Botkin and Spike Jones, who certainly swung.
"It's not in the discography, so it can't be jazz." But it's rewarding music.
I find myself charmed by Pinky: he seems guileless, someone who is being rather than acting. Two more examples: one, from a 1937 film, where he, like Bing, seems to say to a viewer, "I'm on the screen, singing, and putting clothing into a trunk. But you could do this, too.":
Two decades later, Pinky faces Groucho, his essential sweetness intact:
A few words about THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION. I read in Pinky's autobiography how the song was a spur-of-the-moment creation that grew from the casual phrase that was its title. But it has deep jazz credentials: Ella sang it early, and later in life, when she and Pinky were together at some public function, went out of her way to express her gratitude.
Three versions, each showing the song's durability and emotional appeal. First, Carl Switzer:
Helvetia, Connie, and Martha:
Garnet Clark, Bill Coleman ("from brown to rosy red"), June Cole, George Johnson, Django:
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Hotter Than That, Irreplaceable, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, Wow!
Tagged Abe Lincoln, Alfalfa, Andy Secrest, Bill Coleman, Bing Crosby, Boswell Sisters, Carl Switzer, Claude Kennedy, Decca Records, Django Reinhardt, Ella Fitzgerald, Ella Logan, Garnet Clark, George Johnson, Jack Kapp, Jack Mayhew, Johnny Mercer, June Cole, Louis Armstrong, Mannie Klein, Maxine Sullivan, Perry Botkin, Pinky Tomlin, Slim Jim Taft, Spike Jones, THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION, Western Swing
"SPEEDY RECOVERY": MAY 1949
Most formulaic greeting cards you can buy in the chain pharmacies are now probably three or four dollars, and they are pleasant enough expressions of sentiment (or humor) that the sender hopes will make the patient feel better. Or, as a display on the side-table, they suggest, "I have friends who care about me!" which is an entirely understandable sentiment.
Here is a singular jazz get-well card, from May 1949. It costs a bit more: ten thousand dollars. But you'll see why.
and a closer look at the signatures:
The seller explains:
Unique, one of a kind, original vintage concert program for the Festival International de Jazz held at the Salle Pleyel in Paris [France] from 8th May – 15th May, 1949, featuring Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Sidney Bechet, and many more. The program has been authentically signed and inscribed on the front cover by Charlie Parker ("Speedy Recovery Charlie Parker"), Miles Davis ("Best Wishes Miles Davis"), Tadd Dameron ("Get well quick Tadd Dameron") and Max Roach ("Wishing A Speedy Recovery Max Roach"). Also signed inside the program by Don Byas ("Best regards Don Byas"). The original owner of the program was a young British jazz fan. He married in 1949 and he and his wife honeymooned on the continent and attended the Paris Jazz festival at this time. Judging from the various inscriptions we must assume he wasn't feeling well the night he obtained the autographs. The festival, by the way, marked the first European appearances for both Charlie Parker and Miles Davis.
Moving inside the souvenir booklet:
the Don Byas signature as well as a photograph of Jimmy McPartland, the man no one associates with this festival:
finally, the back cover:
The souvenir booklet is, of course, incredibly rare. But what delights me as much as its existence is the untold short story of the young British fan and his new bride. He must have approached his heroes and told them, not only that he admired them and would like them to sign his program, but that he was ill. Were the Americans charmed by the young couple and their English accents? Were they feeling paternalistic to the ailing young man? (Notice that Don Byas either didn't hear the young man's tale or didn't care much about it.) But he obviously made enough of an impression on the American jazz stars for them to write kind words to him.
I even wonder if he was ill in their hotel room after the concert and his young bride took the program to Bird, Miles, Tadd, Max, and Don, and prettily asked a favor of them, explaining that her husband was out of sorts. And we don't know why he was sick. Was it the strange food that had made him ill? The crossing to France? We can only imagine these events, but it's clear that someone prized this souvenir of his and his bride's honeymoon. And now it's on eBay. What that says about us I couldn't begin to fathom.
This I can fathom, though — some music from that festival:
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Tagged 1949 Paris Jazz Festival, Bill Coleman, Charlie Parker, Don Byas, Ebay, get-well card, Hot Lips Page, James Moody, Jazz Lives, Jimmy McPartland, Kenny Clarke, Michael Steinman, Miles Davis, Russell Moore, Tadd Dameron
"ALOHA."
RICH CONATY 1954-2016
In the history of jazz, people who do not play instruments do as much, in different ways, to sustain the art without getting equal credit. Think of Milt Gabler, George Avakian, Henry Sklow, Norman Granz, George Wein, Whitney Balliett, Nat Hentoff, and other catalysts. Then there are broadcasters. "Broadcasting" meant something even before radio and television: spreading something widely, effectively: a newsboy shouting the headlines or a farmer distributing seed over a field. Jazz radio broadcasters — in previous decades Martin Block, Art Ford, Fred Robbins, Sid Torin; in our time Ed Beach, John S. Wilson, Phil Schaap, Dan Morgenstern, Alisa Clancy, Linda Yohn and many others – do more than play records. They become our friends, teachers, and benefactors. We look forward to their voices, personalities, and insights. Before there was streaming radio, we arranged our schedules around them; we tape-recorded their programs, which became sweet swinging libraries, introducing us to new artists or rare records.
Rich Conaty, who died of cancer on December 30, 2016, gave his energy and ultimately his life in the reverent and delighted service of the music he loved: the pop and jazz of the teens, Twenties, and Thirties, roughly 1911-1939. For forty-four years, he shared that music on a Sunday-night broadcast on Fordham University's radio station, WFUV-FM (90.7). Rich's THE BIG BROADCAST, named in homage to the 1932 film with Bing Crosby, Eddie Lang, the Boswell Sisters, Arthur Tracy, Cab Calloway, and others, was a consistent pleasure.
Rich was enchanted by this music when he was thirteen or fourteen, began broadcasting as a high school student on New York's Hofstra College radio station. When he had to choose a college, he picked Fordham University because of its radio station, and beginning in January 1973, was on the air every Sunday night, live perhaps fifty weeks every year, taping shows in advance when he went away, perhaps to visit his mother in Florida.
Early on, Rich formed an alliance with Vince Giordano, leader of the Nighthawks, and these two did more to introduce this music to a wider, younger audience than perhaps anyone. Rich said that his program was "for the old and the old at heart," for his humor was sharply wry (occasionally painfully self-deprecating) but he was most happy to learn that some seventeen-year old was now collecting Chick Bullock 78s or had fallen in love with Lee Wiley. He had other interests – vintage Nash automobiles, cats, and other kinds of vintage pop culture – but was devoted to the music and musicians above all.
Listening to Rich for decades, I was able to trace the subtle development of a scholarly intelligence. Years ago, his library of recordings was small (as was mine) so he played the Mills Brothers' TIGER RAG frequently. As he became the person and the scholar he was meant to become, his awareness, knowledge, and collection deepened.
We've heard earnest but ignorant radio announcers – those who call the Ellington clarinetist "Barney Biggered," or the King of Jazz "Paul White Man," but Rich knew his music, his musicians, and his history. Every show, he created tributes to musicians, songwriters, and other figures whose birthday he would celebrate: not just Bix, Bing, Louis, Jolson, Annette; his enthusiasm for songwriters and figures, once renowned, now obscure, was astonishing. He had interviewed Bob Effros, Edward Eliscu, Ben Selvin, and Vet Boswell on the air; he was friends with Dolly Dawn, had gotten drunk with Cab Calloway. Connee Boswell sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY to him over the phone; Arthur Tracy performed at his wedding to Mary Hayes ("Manhattan Mary," who also died too young of cancer).
Rich expanded our knowledge and our joy by playing an astonishing range of music from his own collection of vintage records. Every Sunday that I heard the program, I would say several times, "What is that? I never heard that record before!" and this was true in 2015 and 2016, where it seems as if everything is accessible on CD, download, or YouTube. He spent his life surrounded by 78s – those he had acquired at auction, those he was selling at record shows. Because the idea of THE BIG BROADCAST was not just famous, documented recordings, he would often play a record about which little was known. But he could offer an educated guess about the true band behind the Crown label pseudonym, whether the singer was Irving or Jack Kaufman, when the song had been premiered – much more than statistics gleaned from books. He took requests from his devoted audience, gave away tickets to jazz concerts, and with Bryan Wright, created a series of BIG BROADCAST CDs — I have more than a few — which are wonderful cross-sections of the period.
I should say that his taste was admirable. He didn't play every 78 he had found — no sermons, no organ recitals of light classics, no comedy records — but within the "pop and jazz" area I could trust him to play the good stuff, the music that would otherwise be forgotten. He left IN THE MOOD to others, but he played Henry Burr, Bill Coleman, Jane Green, Johnny Marvin, Fred Rich, Ben Selvin, Annette Hanshaw, Lee Morse, Emmett Miller, Eddie Lang, Jack Purvis, Luis Russell, The Sunshine Boys, Kate Smith, Ted Weems, early Ellington, Jean Goldkette, and on and on.
And part of the pleasure of his expertise and of radio in general (at its best, when the programmer is subtle and wise) is not just the delighted shock of one record, but of the juxtapositions Rich created in three-sides-in-a-row. THE BIG BROADCAST was rather like being invited to an evening at Jeff Healey's house, where you knew the music would be embracing, uplifting, and educational in the best way. (I should also say that Rich did talk — digressing into his own brand of stand-up comedy, with little bits of slightly off-key a cappella singing — but music made up the bulk of the program. He wouldn't tell you the personnel of the thirteen-piece big band, by choice, I am sure, because it would mean he could play fewer recordings.)
On a personal note: I, like many others, made cassettes of the program and played them in the car. I fell asleep to the program on hundreds of Sunday nights. When I was young and diligent, I graded student essays to it. Although Rich and I had much of the same focused obsession with the music, we met in person only a few times (I think always at Sofia's when the Nighthawks were playing) and THE BIG BROADCAST was his world — and by extension the health and welfare of WFUV. So our conversations were brief, before the band started or in between sets. But my debt to him is immeasurable, and it would not have increased had our conversations been lengthy.
I do not know what will happen to Rich's recorded legacy – more than eight thousand hours of radio. Some shows have been archived and can be heard through wfuv.org, but whether the station will share others as a tribute is not yet decided. More information can be found on the Facebook page devoted to Fans of the WFUV Big Broadcast.
I think of Wild Bill Davison's puzzled question about Frank Teschemacher, dead in an auto accident in Bill's car, "Where are we going to get another sax player like Tesch?" Paraphrase the question to apply to Rich Conaty, and the answer is, "We never will." But his generosity will live on.
Aloha. And Mahalo.
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Tagged Alisa Clancy, Annette Hanshaw, Art Ford, Arthur Tracy, Barney Bigard, Ben Selvin, Bill Coleman, Bing Crosby, Bob Effros, Bryan Wright, Cab Calloway, Chick Bullock, Connee Boswell, Dan Morgenstern, Dolly Dawn, early Ellington, Eddie Lang, Edward Eliscu, Emmett Miller, Frank Teschemacher, Fred Rich, Fred Robbins, George Avakian, George Wein, Henry Burr, Henry Sklow, Jack Purvis, Jane Green, Jazz Lives, Jean Goldkette, Jeff Healey, John S. Wilson, Johnny Marvin, Kate Smith, Lee Morse, Lee Wiley, Linda Yohn, Luis Russell, Martin Block, Michael Steinman, Milt Gabler, Nash Rambler, Nat Hentoff, Norman Granz, Paul Whiteman, Phil Schaap, Rich Conaty, Sid Torin; in our time Ed Beach, Ted Weems, Tesch, The Big Broadcast, the Boswell Sisters, The Sunshine Boys, Vet Boswell, Vince Giordano, WFUV-FM, Whitney Balliett, Wild Bill Davison
LESTER YOUNG'S JOY ("Classic 1936-1947 Count Basie and Lester Young Studio Sessions, Mosaic Records: Mosaic MD-8 263)
Although some of us understandably recoil from chronicles of suffering, pain and oppression make for more compelling narrative than happiness does. Think of Emma (Bovary) and Anna (Karenina), their anguish and torment so much more gripping than the story of the main character in Willa Cather's "Neighbour Rosicky." Montherlant, the French writer Larkin loved to quote, said that happiness "writes white," that it has nothing to tell us. Give us some despair, and we turn the pages. It is true in jazz historiography as it is in fiction. Consider the ferociously detailed examination of the painful lives of Bix Beiderbecke and Charlie Parker. Musicians like Hank Jones, Buck Clayton, Buster Bailey or Bennie Morton, artists who showed up early and sober to the session, are not examined in the same way.
Suffering, self-destruction, misery — those subjects engross us.
And Lester Willis Young (August 27, 1909 – March 15, 1959) whose birthday approaches, will be celebrated on WKCR-FM this weekend, is a splendid example of how the difficulties of one's life become the subject of sad scrupulous examination.
The "Lester Young story" that is so often told is that of his victimization and grief. And there is sufficient evidence to show him as a man oppressed — from childhood to his final plane ride — by people who didn't understand him or didn't want to. Readers who know the tale can point accusing fingers at a stock company of betrayers and villains: Willis Young, Leora Henderson, John Hammond, the United States Army, a horde of Caucasians (some faceless, some identifiable) and more.
Although he is simply changing a reed, the photograph below is most expressive of that Lester. Intent, but not at ease. Skeptical of the world, wondering what will happen next, his expression verging on anxious.
But there is the music, lest we forget. It speaks louder than words, Charlie Parker told Earl Wilson.
A different Lester — ebullient, inventive, full of joyous surprises — is the subject of one of the most grand musical productions I have ever seen, an eight CD set on Mosaic Records, its cover depicted below. Every note on this set is a direct rejection of the story of Lester the victim and every note tells us that Lester the creator was even more important, his impact deeper and more permanent.
Where did this mournful myth come from, and why?
Few African-American musicians received perceptive and sympathetic media coverage in the Thirties, perhaps because jazz was viewed as entertainment and writers often adopted the most painful "hip" jargon. (I leave aside Ansermet on Sidney Bechet and early analysis of Ellington as notable exceptions.) So the writings on Lester, some of which were his own speech, come late in his life and are cautious, full of bitterness and melancholy. He was by nature sensitive and shy, and which of us would feel comfortable speaking to a stranger in front of a microphone? Yes, the Lester of the irreplaceable Chris Albertson and Francois Postif interviews is quite a bit more unbuttoned, but much of what comes through is despair, exhaustion, suspicion, hurt. (I make an exception for Bobby Scott's gentle loving portrait, but that was posthumous, perhaps Scott's effort to say, "This was the Lester I knew.")
Even the film footage we have of Lester (leaving aside those jubilant, silent seconds from Randalls Island) supports this image of the suffering Pres, a bottle sticking out of the pocket of his long black coat, elusive, turning away from the world because of what it had done to him. The mystical icon of JAMMIN' THE BLUES is to me a mournful figure, even though Lester participates in the riotous closing blues. The Lester of THE SOUND OF JAZZ evokes tears in his music and in his stance. And on the 1958 Art Ford show, the song Lester calls for his feature is MEAN TO ME, a fact not cancelled out by JUMPIN' WITH SYMPHONY SID. The 1950 Norman Granz film, IMPROVISATION, is a notable exception: in BLUES FOR GREASY Lester quietly smiles while Harry Edison struts. But the visual evidence we have is in more sad than happy.
Adding all this together, the mythic figure we have come to accept is that of Pres on the cross of racism, a man watching others less innovative getting more "pennies" and more prominent gigs. Then, there's the conception of him "in decline," running parallel to Billie Holiday, "still my Lady Day." Although some have effectively argued for a more balanced view — why should a musician want to play in 1956 the way he played twenty years earlier, assuming even that it was possible? Some critics still muse on the change in his sound around 1942, constructing the facile story of a man bowed down by adversity. And we are drawn to the gravity-bound arc of a great artist, blooming beyond belief in his twenties, alcoholic and self-destructive, dying before reaching fifty.
But the brand-new eight-disc Mosaic set, taken for its own virtues, is a wonderful rebuke to such myth-making. If you have heard nothing of it or from it, please visit here.
I am writing this review having heard less than one-fourth of this set, and that is intentional. We do not stuff down fine cuisine in the same way one might mindlessly work their way through a bag of chips; we do not put the Beethoven string quartets on while washing the kitchen floor, and we do not play these Lester Young tracks as background music, or in the car. To do so would be at best disrespectful.
I think that by now everyone has heard about the virtues of Mosaic's delicate and thoughtful work. Fine notes by Pres-scholar Loren Schoenberg, rare and new photographs, and transfers of familiar material that make it shine in ways I could not have imagined. The music bursts through the speakers and I heard details I'd never heard, not even through forty years of close listening.
The news, of course, is that there are four astonishing discoveries on this set: alternate takes of LADY BE GOOD, EVENIN', and BOOGIE WOOGIE from the 1936 Jones-Smith, Inc., session, and a previously unknown alternate take of HONEYSUCKLE ROSE by the 1937 Basie band.
Now, what follows may mark me as a suburban plutocrat, but if you'd come to me at any time in the past dozen years and said, "Pssst! Michael! Want beautiful transfers of three alternate takes from Jones-Smith, Inc., and I'll throw in an unissued Basie Decca — for a hundred and fifty dollars?" I would have gone to the ATM as fast as I could.
When I first heard the issued take of SHOE SHINE BOY in 1969 — I taped it from an Ed Beach radio show and treasured it — the music went right to my heart in a way that only Louis did. It still does, a living embodiment of joy.
And the joy is still profound. I know this not only because of the feelings that course through me while listening to the Mosaic set, but because of an entirely unplanned experiment earlier this week. I had lunch with a young musician whom I admire and like, and after the food was eaten we went back to my place — as is our habit — so that I could "play him some Dixieland!" as he likes to say.
But this time I asked, "Do you like Lester Young?" Had he said "No," I would have invented an appointment with my podiatrist that I had to get to right away, but he answered properly and with enthusiasm. He had never heard SHOE SHINE BOY, so I put the first Mosaic disc on. He is someone whose emotions bubble through him, and although he is taller and broader than I am, he capered around my living room, completely ecstatic. Lester's magic is potent and undiminished: I could see the music hitting him as hard and sweetly as it had done to me in 1969.
And as I have been listening to this set while writing these words, I am continually astonished — by recordings I heard forty years ago, by recordings I first heard a week ago — not only by how alive they sound, but by the complete picture of Lester's first decade of recordings, so influential. Jones-Smith, Inc. Una Mae Carlisle. Dickie Wells. The Kansas City Six and Seven, and Lester's 1943 Keynote quartet. The Aladdins. TI-PI-TIN. I FOUND A NEW BABY with Teddy Wilson, twice. The Philo trio with Nat Cole. A few Helen Humes sides. The only studio recordings beyond Mosaic's reach are the Savoy sessions.
The joy is not only Lester. There's Count Basie, Walter Page, Teddy Wilson, Freddie Green, Jo Jones, Johnny Guarnieri, Doc West, Sidney Catlett, Vic Dickenson, Slam Stewart, Shad Collins, Sweets Edison, Buck Clayton, Eddie Durham, Nat Cole, Red Callendar, Buddy Rich, Buster Bailey, Bill Coleman, Dickie Wells, Joe Bushkin, Benny Goodman, Herschel Evans, Bennie Morton, Earle Warren, Jack Washington, Helen Humes . . . and more.
I've read a good deal of discussion of this set, of price, of value — as always! — on Facebook, and I won't reiterate it here. I will only say that this box is superb listening, provocative and rewarding music. And as a wise person used to say, "Amortize!" — that is, instead of buying ten lesser CDs, buy this. And think of the expense as ten manageable chunklets: that's what credit cards allow us to do. You will be listening to this music for the rest of your life.
Some, reared on Spotify and Pandora — and the idea that everything should be free — will burn copies of the set from jazz Enablers, will wait for the material to be "borrowed" by European labels. I think this is at best polite theft, and the sole way that we have of keeping enterprises like Mosaic afloat — and there's nothing like Mosaic, if you haven't noticed — is to support it.
For those who have their calculators out, the set is eight CDs. There are 173 tracks. The cost is $136.00 plus shipping. There are only 5000 sets being produced. They won't be around in five years, or perhaps in one. (I paid for my set, if you wonder about such things.)
Thank you, Pres, for being so joyous and for sharing your joy with us. We mourn your griefs, but we celebrate your delight in sounds. And thank you, Mosaic, for bringing us the joy in such profusion.
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DOES YOUR SITE ACCEPT COOKIES?
Now that I've got your attention, let's consider today's subject. Eat your snacks if you've got them.
Jimmie Noone, February 1935 (Jimmy Cobb, Eddie Pollack, Zinky Cohn, John Lindsay, john Henley, Benny Washington):
That version has pep and bounce, but we need the lyrics to sing along.
Let's look inside:
and . . . .
and the close:
Now that you've had your fill of information, here is Miss Cleo Brown, the true owner of this song, if you please (with Perry Botkin, Artie Bernstein, and the electrifying Gene Krupa, in March 1935):
and the Teddy Hill Orchestra featuring a very lively Roy Eldridge, Chu Berry, and Dicky Wells (alongside Bill Dillard, Bill Coleman, Russell Procope, Howard Johnson,Teddy Hill, Sam Allen, John Smith, Richard Fullbright, Bill Beason) again in February 1935:
and another take from Cleo:
I'm fascinated by this one — showing that American pop music still made it to Germany in 1936. It's Peter Kreuder Mit Seinem Orchester: Kurt Hohenberger (tp) Franz Thon, Kurt Wege (cl,saxes) Peter Kreuder (p,arr,ldr) Hans Korseck (g) Rudi Wegener (b) Hans Klagemann (d) Kardosch-Sanger (vcl):
I first heard this song as a fragment — my father, born in 1915, sang it to one of my infant nieces. Years later, I heard the Teddy Hill recording and understood again my father as a child of the late Twenties and middle Thirties, his head full of irresistible pop music heard on the radio. Thanks for this, and more, Dad.
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Tagged Artie Bernstein, Bill Coleman, Bill Dillard, Burns and Allen, Chu Berry, Cleo Brown, Dickie Wells, Gene Krupa, HERE COMES COOKIE, Jazz Lives, Jimmie Noone, Junie Cobb, Michael Steinman, Perry Botkin, Peter Kreuder, Roy Eldridge, Teddy Hill, Zinky Cohn
TO "PUNK" AND "SPUNK"
Yes, you read that correctly. Here's an eBay marvel, quite remarkable, showing Benny Carter in a promotional picture playing clarinet — which he did infrequently but with great style — and the picture is wittily inscribed:
The seller notes,
Photograph is inscribed and signed: "Best wishes to 'Punk and Spunk' which may be junk but surely no bunk with a hunk of sincerity, Benny Carter"
Photograph captioned: " BENNY CARTER And His Orchestra".
I've acquired a photo album, with over 100 photos, which comes from the Down Beat Ballroom in Tulsa, Oklahoma. These photographs are from the Swing Era. They are all original photographs. There are photographs of such luminaries as Louis Armstrong, Earl Hines, Billy Eckstine, Dizzy Gillespie, Fletcher Henderson, Benny Carter, Cootie Williams, Erskine Hawkins, Count Basie, Andy Kirk, and Cab Calloway. Some of these photographs are signed and inscribed. I've included images of three additional items which will not be included in the sale, but help to illustrate the location, upcoming events of the time, and a couple of the illustrious musicians who played there. The photograph on the bottom right is of Erskine Hawkins and Ida James in the Down Beat Ballroom in front of some of the very photographs which are currently for sale or will be offered for sale in the days and weeks to follow. The other photograph is an amazing one of Louis Armstrong (Satchmo) playing in the Down Beat Ballroom. If you look above Louis' head and above the word Ballroom, you'll see a musical bar with the word Down in it. I've also included the back of an orange Nookie Ration Card, which was used as a calendar of upcoming events. As most of the signed photographs were inscribed to Spunk and Punk, I must assume that these were the names by which the proprietors of the club were known.
Doing research from my desk chair, I found that the "Down Beat" was in operation in July 1941 and was named for the music magazine of the time (Ella Fitzgerald and her Orchestra were appearing there). I gather that the building that once stood at 1201 North Greenwood no longer exists; I could find no photographs of the ballroom. Oklahoma State University has its main address as 700 North Greenwood, and Greenwood runs through the campus, so I hope that one or more of the Music Department's classrooms now occupy the space where Punk and Spunk held court:
The Carter photograph is undated, but the "Nookie Ration Card" provoked a short — and possibly ethereal — investigation of historical linguistics. I submit the evidence but offer no conclusions. One: rationing in the United States began in late 1941 and continued through the Second World War. Two: "nookie" was cited as early as 1928 as a word meaning both sexual intercourse and the female sexual anatomy. I would thus love to see more photographic detail about the "Nookie Ration Card." Did it contain stamps that one could present to receive a rationed — thus highly desirable — product?
While readers consider the implications of this, or don't, here is the eBay link.
And here is the lovely sound of Bennett Lester Carter ("The King") playing clarinet.
DEE BLUES (The "Chocolate Dandies," 1930 — Bobby Stark, Jimmy Harrison, Benny Carter, Coleman Hawkins, Horace Henderson, Benny Jackson, John Kirby:
JOE TURNER BLUES (1940: Big Joe Turner, Bill Coleman, Benny Morton, Benny Carter, Georgie Auld, Sonny White, Ulysses Livingston, Wilson Myers, Yank Porter):
BEALE STREET BLUES (same):
On both tracks, Joe sang his own quite impromptu lyrics, amusing since the records were intended as a tribute to W.C. Handy.
LOVELESS LOVE (take one, Billie Holiday for Turner):
LOVELESS LOVE (take two):
ST. LOUIS BLUES (take one):
ST. LOUIS BLUES (take two):
Here you can find other photographs inscribed to Spunk and Punk or the reverse — Cootie Williams, Savannah Churchill. Here's Ida Cox, in a rare shot:
and this person:
Thanks to the Swing Detective, Kris Bauwens. And I dedicate this post to Benny Carter's friend, photographer, and scholar Ed Berger.
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TIMME'S TREASURES, or THE BARON'S BOUNTY
Timme Rosenkrantz was born a Danish Baron, but he preferred to identify himself as "a little layman with an ear for music and a heart that beats for jazz." Duke Ellington, no stranger to the nobility, called him "a very unselfish man who dedicated himself to the great musicians he loved and the music they played."
A jazz fan on a lifelong pilgrimage, Timme arrived in New York City in 1934 and made dear friends of many musicians, writers, and critics. His cheerfully light-hearted chronicle of those journeys has been published (translated and edited by Fradley Garner) as HARLEM JAZZ ADVENTURES: A EUROPEAN BARON'S MEMOIR, 1934-1969 (Scarecrow Press).
One of the most tantalizing sections of that book — full of lively anecdotes — is its discography of private recordings that Timme made between 1944 and 1946: a trove, including pianists Erroll Garner, Herman Chittison, Jimmy Jones, Billy Taylor, Ellington, a young Monk, Eddie Heywood, Willie "the Lion" Smith, hornmen Bill Coleman, Gene Sedric, Don Byas, Lucky Thompson, Charlie Shavers, Barney Bigard, Bobby Pratt, Jack Butler, Benny Harris, Vic Dickenson, bassists Slam Stewart and Oscar Pettiford, violinists Stuff Smith and Ray Perry, guitarists Bernard Addison and Zeb Julian, drummers George Wettling and Cliff Leeman . . .
A few of these recordings have been issued commercially (the best example being the Smith and Perry sides on Anthony Barnett's ABFable label) and others less properly or in edited form. I first heard some of the music Timme recorded through the collectors' grapevine, on cassette, in the Eighties, and it still sounds magical, with musicians stretching out, free from the tension of the recording studio or the imposition of the producer's "taste."
You can hear more — although there's only one private recording — of the music Timme cherished from sessions he produced at THE JAZZ BARON, a site devoted to him, his musical adventures, and the book.
But we are going to be able to peek behind the curtain that has kept those privately recorded sessions private . . . soon, because Storyville Records is issuing what I hope will be the first in a series, TIMME'S TREASURES.
I haven't heard a copy yet, but I am eagerly looking forward to it. How about ten minutes of solo Monk from 1944 — a six-minute THESE FOOLISH THINGS and a four-minute 'ROUND MIDNIGHT? Or a quartet of Don Byas, Monk, Al Hall, and an unidentified drummer playing something called LET'S GO for another six? Broadcast material featuring Stuff Smith, Frank Froeba, Byas, and Sidney Catlett? More from Lucky Thompson, and a trio session for Jimmy Jones, bassists John Levy and Slam Stewart?
The liner notes are by Timme's friends Dan Morgenstern and Fradley Garner. And the Storyville Records site will soon have more information about this exciting release.
Here's a wonderful example — imperishable — of Timme's taste: a duet for tenor saxophone (Don Byas) and string bass (Slam Stewart) recorded in concert in 1945:
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FEELING AFFECTIONATE?
Here's the theme song for all affectionate types (which I hope is a large audience) — this on-air version from January 1935:
And later in 1935, one of my favorite recordings ever:
It was issued under the name of pianist Garnet Clark, but it's more often presented these days as a Django Reinhardt recording. The stars are Clark, trumpeter Bill Coleman (catch his wonderful Louis-homages at the end, two, gloriously), clarinetist George Johnson, string bassist June Cole. Poor Garnet Clark had a short life and a shorter recording history, dying young and in a psychiatric institution. But how he could play!
Extra credit to those who know who Pinky Tomlin is.
I hope that the air today is full of people humming and singing this song.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Hotter Than That, It's All True, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Real Thing, The Things We Love, Wow!
Tagged Bill Coleman, Boswell Sisters, Django Reinhardt, Garnet Clark, George Johnson, Jazz Lives, June Cole, love, Michael Steinman, THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION
MEMORIES FOR SALE: WILLIE, MILDRED, BASIE 1939
I call eBay one-stop jazz shopping. Type in "jazz," click on "Entertainment Memorabilia," and watch the hours — and sometimes the dollars — fly.
Treasures abound. Of course, one has to pick delicately through the signed photographs of Sir Laurence Olivier in THE JAZZ SINGER, the forged Louis Armstrong signatures, the absurd pricing ("MEGA RARE!") but surprises and delights await. Here are a few recent ones.
Willie Lewis (leader of the Entertainers, a band most of us know because of its work with Benny Carter and Bill Coleman) — a silhouette inscribed to his friend, trumpeter George Brashear. I am not planning to buy this, but think the image would make a perfect Twenties-jazz-geek-scholar t-shirt:
Here's a particularly delicious Entertainers recording — a nice stroll through STOMPIN' AT THE SAVOY with a glorious Bill Coleman solo and a closing bridge given over to Herman Chittison. (The YouTube site offers more than thirty of the band's sides — all mislabeled, so you will have fun figuring out which tune goes with which title):
Then, an autographed picture of Mildred Bailey — her particularly loopy girlish handwriting makes me sure that this one is authentic:
How anyone could fold such a treasure in thirds is beyond me. And the reverse is equally interesting to scholars of Thirties music:
Someone was delinquent and did not RETURN THIS PHOTO, but I approve, because how else would we have seen this?
And now . . . autographs from the Basie band of 1939. Most of them are easy to decipher, and I think the bottom one is arranger Andy Gibson:
The price the seller is asking is high — over three thousand dollars — but we can enjoy Lester Young's childlike handwriting for free.
Tagged Andy Gibson, Bill Coleman, Count Basie, Ebay, Freddie Green, George Brashear, Herman Chittison, Jazz Lives, Jo Jones, Lester Young, Michael Steinman, Mildred Bailey, Music Corporation of America, rare autographs, Walter Page, Willie Lewis and his Entertainers
BING, PRES, BIRD, 1946, 2014
This afternoon, I went on another thrift-shop quest: I search for several rewards, but predictably one is jazz records. I am most keenly interested in 78s, although vinyl, CDs, home recordings, and cassettes have all surfaced recently.
In Petaluma, California, I drove to one of my favorite places, Alphabet Soup Thrift Store on Western Avenue. Once I had assumed the proper posture (hands and knees, for the 78s were in a box on the floor) I saw this:
Just finding ten-inch 78 albums is a treat. As an omen, it was hopeful in itself, although Bing albums are common: he sold millions of discs — this collection is copyright 1946.
I love Mr. Crosby, although I gravitate towards his earlier work, when his gaze was more romantic, less severe. For a moment I mused upon the photograph of the man on the cover, clearly warning me not to trespass on his lands. At best, serious; at worst, unfriendly.
With what I can only describe as guarded optimism, I opened the album, knowing from experience that I might not find the records advertised on the cover within. (In my thrift-shop experience, the records and the album only match when the music is classical, Viennese waltzes, or the songs of Dorothy Shay, the Park Avenue Hillbilly — for reasons I have never understood.)
This is what greeted me, a holy relic:
Thanks to John Hammond and Milt Gabler, that's a serious thing!
I can't prove it, but I would bet a good deal that Jimmie Blanton heard and admired that side: where Walter Page comes through beautifully. The other side is the celestial 'WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS. (Yes, a later pressing, but why fuss?)
I would have been happy if the remaining records had been Allan Jones or perhaps Helen Traubel. This disc was a treasure. But I proceeded deeper into the album, to find this disc, especially cosmic (for me) because I had revisited the recordings of this band, including Ben Webster, Teddy Wilson, Taft Jordan, Edgar Battle, on a recent extended car trip:
I wasn't moaning in the thrift store, because I knew the other patrons might find it odd, and I would have to stand up to properly explain that these discs were the jazz equivalent of first editions by prized writers. But JAZZ LIVES readers will understand my state of bliss.
Two other Commodores (!) appeared — the whole of the 1944 Kansas City Six date with Bill Coleman, Lester Young, Dicky Wells, Joe Bushkin, John Simmons, Jo Jones: JO-JO, THREE LITTLE WORDS, FOUR O'CLOCK DRAG, I GOT RHYTHM.
The final record in the album was cracked — but surely playable:
The other side is BLUE 'N' BOOGIE, Dexter Gordon credited.
My discoveries weren't at an end. On the inside cover of this 1946 Crosby album, the owner of the discs had kept a tally. It is hard to read but you'll note that (s)he loved Lester Young:
I don't know the facts, and I shy away from melodrama: jazz-mad Patty or Bill secretly demolishing Mom and Dad's square Crosby platters to have an album for Pres, Bird, Diz, and Babs. But this list is written with pride of ownership and pride of having a burgeoning Lester Young collection. I don't think that with an album of only six pockets that one would have to write such a list to recall the contents: this tally says LOOK WHAT BEAUTY I HAVE HERE.
That four of the discs on the list survived speaks to the owner's care, and to the care of the person who delivered this package to Alphabet Soup. I always feel sad when I uncover such a beloved collection, because I worry that the owner has made the transition, but perhaps Grandma or Grandpa simply has the complete Lester on an iPhone?
Did Bing and the Andrews Sisters give way to Pres, Bird, and Dizzy? I can't say in this case. If you wish to write the narrative of seismic artistic shifts, I can't prevent you from issuing essays on Modernism. Or academic exegeses of High and Low Art.
But this assemblage — take it as if it were one of Joseph Cornell's boxes — suggests to me that there was a moment in the bumpy history of "popular music" where Eddie Durham, the Andrews Sisters, "cowboy music," Three Bips and a Bop, Cole Porter, Bird, Diz, Clyde Hart, all coexisted in relative serenity.
Will those days when music roamed wide-open spaces return? Can we dream of creativity without fences established by the artists, their publicists, the critics, and business people?
I don't know, and the arguments this might provoke have a limited charm. So if you pardon me, I'm off (across the room) to play my New Old 78s, much loved then and much treasured now. And those seventy-year old relics sound very good now, I assure you. Walter Page and Willie Bryant come through superbly, as do Lester, Jo, and Dexter. And listening to 78s is very good aerobic exercise for me: I have to get out of my chair every three minutes. Lester is watching over my health, or perhaps it is Bill Coleman or Milt Gabler?
Blessings on you, oh Unnamed Lover of Jazz!
This post is for three young tenor players — in alphabetical order — Jon Doyle, Ben Flood, and Stan Zenkov. They know why!
And for those readers who wonder, "What do those records sound like?" I encourage them to search "Kansas City Six" and "A Viper's Moan" on YouTube, as well as Bird and Dizzy. Reassuringly audible.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Awful Sad, Bliss!, Ideal Places, Irreplaceable, It's A Mystery, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Real Thing, The Things We Love, Wow!
Tagged Alphabet Soup Thrift Store, Ben Flood, Ben Webster, Bill Coleman, Bing Crosby, Bird, Buck Clayton, California, Charlie Parker, Cole Porter, Dexter Gordon, Dicky Wells, Dizzy Gillespie, Eddie Durham, Freddie Green, high and low art, Jazz Lives, Jimmie Blanton, Jo Jones, Joe Bushkin, John Hammond, John Simmons, Jon Doyle, Lester Young, Michael Steinman, Petaluma, rare records, Stan Zenkov, Teddy Wilson, the Andrews Sisters, Three Bips and a Bop, thrift shopping, viper, Walter Page, Willie Bryant
I'LL TAKE A DOZEN: FRIDAY NIGHT WITH CLINT BAKER and the CAFE BORRONE ALL-STARS (April 18, 2014)
A good time was had by all at another happy Friday at Cafe Borrone in Menlo Park, California (1010 El Camino Real: 650.327.0830).
Yes, good food, cheerful staff, beaming friends, but most of all because of the wonderful music provided by Clint Baker's Cafe Borrone All Stars. This night they were Clint, trombone and vocal; Leon Oakley, cornet; Robert Young, saxophones, vocal; Jeff Hamilton, keyboard; Bill Reinhart, string bass; Nirav Sanghani, rhythm guitar; J Hansen or Riley Baker [Riley sat in for SWEETHEART and TELEPHONE], drums. You can note the noble associations. Louis, Goodman, Django, Rex Stewart, Jelly Roll, Red Allen, J. C. Higginbotham, Bill Coleman — but this band (although everyone's deeply immersed in the tradition) is playing itself, which makes us glad.
SHINE:
ON TREASURE ISLAND:
EVERYBODY LOVES MY BABY:
WHEN I GROW TOO OLD TO DREAM:
ONCE IN A WHILE:
BUDDY BOLDEN'S BLUES:
AFTER YOU'VE GONE:
SOMEDAY SWEETHEART:
GIVE ME YOUR TELEPHONE NUMBER:
COME BACK SWEET PAPA:
SOLID OLD MAN:
JOE LOUIS STOMP:
Clint and friends will be back at the Cafe on May 2, 16, and 30; June 6, 13, 20 — with more Fridays to be announced.
Tagged Benny Goodman, Bill Coleman, Bill Reinhart, Cafe Borrone, Cafe Borrone All Stars, Clint Baker, Django Reinhardt, Henry "Red" Allen, J. Hansen, J.C.Higginbotham, Jazz Lives, Jeff Hamilton, Jelly Roll Morton, Leon Oakley, Louis Armstrong, Luis Russell, Menlo Park, Michael Steinman, Nirav Sanghani, Rex Stewart, Riley Baker, Robert Young
WE RETURN TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING (February 24, 2013)
Yesterday, your grateful / intrepid videographer took his new knapsack, camera, tripod, and microphone to a live jazz event, set up, and recorded. . . . after a month's hiatus in the schedule.
The event was the Sunday afternoon gig of Mal Sharpe and the Big Money in Jazz Band — that entertaining group no longer at the No Name Bar in Sausalito, but now taking up a serious weekend residence (Saturday and Sunday, 3-6 PM) at the Savoy Tivoli in North Beach, 1434 Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California.
Mal's colleagues were Leon Oakley, cornet; Jeff Sanford, reeds; Si Perkoff, keyboard; Paul Smith, string bass; Carmen Cansino, drums; guest Waldo Carter, trumpet on JOE LOUIS STOMP.
I chose two selections from the afternoon's performances not only because they felt so fulfilling, but also because I had not captured either song on video for JAZZ LIVES. The first, a mixture of wistfulness and comedy (that's the Mal Sharpe way!) is the song Billie Holiday and Lester Young made immortal in 1937 — FOOLIN' MYSELF:
And the second, a walloping tribute to the Brown Bomber, Joe Louis (with a side-glance at Bill Coleman, having a good time in Paris) is JOE LOUIS STOMP:
I'm ready! — for the Jazz Bash by the Bay / Dixieland Monterey 2013 . . . Hope to see you there.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Generosities, Ideal Places, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, That Was Fun!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Big Money in Jazz, Bill Coleman, Billie Holiday, Carmen Cansino, Jazz Lives, Jeff Sanford, Joe Louis, Leon Oakley, Lester Young, Mal Sharpe, Michael Steinman, North Beach, Paul Smith, San Francisco, Savoy Tivoli, Si Perkoff, The Beloved, Waldo Carter
BUCK CLAYTON'S JAZZ WORLD
People who listen to jazz, read about it, write about it, seem to be entranced by drama. So many of them are drawn to artists whose careers and lives are boldly delineated: the arc of early promise and a life cut short through self-destructive behavior or illness; the narrative of great achievement that tails off into stark decline. Early Fame, Great Decline. Clifford Brown, Charlie Parker, Jimmie Blanton, Billie Holiday, Charlie Christian, Bix Beiderbecke, Lester Young . . . the list is long.
But what of those musicians who had long careers, functioned at a high level of creativity, were undramatic in their professionalism? They get less media attention in life and in death; their sheer reliability makes them almost shadowy figures. (Of course, if they happen to live long lives — Doc Cheatham, Benny Waters, Eubie Blake, Hank Jones, Lionel Ferbos — then they may get a story in the paper. But that's another subject.)
One of the greatest trumpet players — also a wonderful composer and arranger — doesn't get the attention he should: Buck Clayton from Parsons, Kansas, whose recordings over a thirty-year span are exceptional but not always celebrated as they should be. Anyone familiar with the best music of that period can call to mind a dozen sessions that Buck not only plays on, but elevates: consider the dates with Basie, the Kansas City Five and Six and Seven, Billie, Mildred, Teddy and Ben, Hawkins on Keynote, Ike Quebec on Blue Note, his own dates for HRS, the Jam Sessions for Columbia and the later ones for Hank O'Neal's Chiaroscuro label, his recordings with Mel Powell at Carnegie Hall, the Vanguard sessions, a Verve date with Harry Edison, his own small band (circa 1961), recordings with Jimmy Rushing and Ada Moore and Mae Barnes, with Earl Hines, Bill Coleman, Don Byas, Flip Phillips, Horace Henderson, Sir Charles Thompson, Charlie Parker, Ed Hall, Alex Combelle, Joe Turner, Big Joe Turner, "Jazz From A Swinging Era," Humphrey Lyttelton, Eddie Condon, J. J. Johnson, Benny Goodman . . . and I am sure I am leaving out many sessions.
Shanghai, 1934
Even though Buck was playing jazz in Shanghai in 1934, before he came home and stopped off in Kansas City, he seems to have been a rather undramatic man for all his exploits. He showed up on time for the gig; he could talk to the audience; he wrote excellent charts and swinging originals; he was beautifully dressed; he transcended late-in-life health problems to launch a new career as a bandleader when the trumpet no longer responded to his urgings. How unfortunate to be so bourgeois.
I only encountered him in person once: in 1971, there was a New York Jazz Museum Christmas party (if I have this right) where he was among a large number of musicians advertised as performing. Buck was there, not playing, but splendidly dressed and very polite to a young fan who asked for his autograph. (A side story: the musicians who actually did play, beautifully, were Chuck Folds, Gene Ramey, and Jackie Williams. Someone requested MISTY and Ramey, upon hearing the song title, said, quietly, "I don't play that shit," and leaned his bass against the wall for the next three minutes, returning when the music was more to his liking.)
I also saw Buck — perhaps in 1980 — at a Newport in New York concert possibly paying tribute to Billie, with musicians including Zoot Sims and Harry Edison — attempting to return to playing. His beautiful tone was intact on a fairly fast SUGAR, but he was having trouble hitting the notes one could sense he was aiming for . . . heroic but painful.)
Let's listen to Buck again.
Here are the two takes of WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS from the 1938 Kansas City Six session for Commodore — with Lester Young, Eddie Durham, Walter Page, Freddie Green, Jo Jones. It's hard not to focus on Lester — but it can be done. Hear Buck, golden, easeful, and lithe . . . the only trumpet player I know who approaches his sly mobility is Bill Coleman of the same period. Like Louis, he constructs his solos logically, one phrase building on its predecessors and looking forward to the next, each one acting as a small melodic building block in a larger arching structure — melodic embellishment with a larger purpose:
Any improvising musician would say that Buck's solo choruses are not the work of an immature musician and not easy to do; his graceful ensemble playing is the work of a master. But it sounds so easy, as if he were singing through his horn. And that tone!
Here he is in a 1954 session that few know of — a Mel Powell-led jam session at Carnegie Hall, with Ruby Braff, Jay Brower (trumpet), Vernon Brown, Urbie Green (trombone), Tony Scott (clarinet), Lem Davis (alto sax), Buddy Tate, Eddie Shu (tenor sax), Romeo Penque (baritone sax), Mel Powell (piano), Steve Jordan (guitar), Milt Hinton (bass), Jo Jones, Gene Krupa (drums):
Buck appears near the end –just before Gene and Jo trade phrases. And, yes, you read that correctly. A marvel!
Here's Buck with Ben Webster, Vic Dickenson, Hank Jones, George Duvivier, and Jo Jones in C JAM BLUES (1959):
And after his playing days had ended, as leader / composer / arranger of his own Swing Band, captured in France (1991) on RAMPAGE IN G MINOR:
The other swingers on that stage are Gerry Dodgion, alto; James Chirillo, guitar; Joe Temperley, baritone sax; Randy Sandke, trumpet; Matt Finders, trombone; Doug Lawrence and Arthur "Babe" Clarke, tenor saxophones; Phillipe Combell, drums.; Dick Katz, piano; Dennis Irwin, bass; Bobby Pring, trombone; John Eckert, Greg Gisbert; trumpet.
Someone who hasn't forgotten Buck Clayton is the UK bassist / writer / radio host Alyn Shipton, who has performed often with Buck's compositions and arrangements as the Buck Clayton Legacy Band. Here they are in this century performing Buck's tribute to his friend and fellow brassman Humph, SIR HUMPHREY:
That band is full of people who understand Buck and his music (some of them heroes of mine): Menno Daams, Ian Smith, Adrian Fry, Alan Barnes, Matthias Seuffert, Martin Litton, Martin Wheatley, Alyn Shipton and Norman Emberson.
I would encourage anyone reading this post to go to his or her shelves and take down a recording by Buck and revel in its glories. Milt Hinton used to have a memo pad with this heading (because of his nickname "The Judge"):"You are hereby sentenced to thirty days of listening to good music." If you were to explore and re-explore Buck Clayton's jazz world, you would have more than a month of pleasure.
He never provoked controversy; I doubt he will ever have his own online forum with vigorous acrimonious discussion of the minutiae of his life . . . but he created beauty whenever he raised his trumpet, composed a melody, or led a band.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Bliss!, Generosities, Hotter Than That, Irreplaceable, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged "Jazz From A Swinging Era", Ada Moore, Adrian Fry, Alan Barnes, Alex Combelle, Alyn Shipton, Arthur "Babe" Clarke, Ben Webster, Benny Goodman, Benny Waters, Big Joe Turner, Bill Coleman, Billie Holiday, Bix Beiderbecke, Bobby Pring, Buck Clayton, Buck Clayton Jam Sessions, BUCK CLAYTON'S JAZZ WORLD, Charlie Christian, Charlie Parker, Chuck Folds, Clifford Brown, Coleman Hawkins, Count Basie, Dennis Irwin, Dick Katz, Doc Cheatham, Don Byas, Doug Lawrence, Earl Hines, Ed Hall, Eddie Condon, Eddie Durham, Eddie Shu, Eubie Blake, Flip Phillips, Freddie Green, Gene Krupa, Gene Ramey, George Duvivier, Gerry Dodgion, Greg Gisbert, Hank Jones, Hank O'Neal, Harry Edison, Horace Henderson, Humphrey Lyttelton, Ian Smith, Ike Quebec, J.J. Johnson, JAckie WIlliams, James Chirillo, Jay Brower, Jazz Lives, Jimmie Blanton, Jimmy Rushing, Jo Jones, Joe Temperley, Joe Turner, John Eckert, John Hammond, Kansas City Five and Six and Seven, Lem Davis, Lester Young, Lionel Ferbos, Louis Armstrong, Mae Barnes, Martin Litton, Martin Wheatley, Matt Finders, Matthias Seuffert, Mel Powell, Menno Daams, Michael Steinman, Mildred Bailey, Milt Hinton, Norman Emberson, Phillipe Combell, Randy Sandke, Romeo Penque, Sir Charles Thompson, Steve Jordan, Teddy Wilson, Tony Scott, Vanguard sessions, Vernon Brown, Vic Dickenson, Walter Page, Zoot Sims
KEITH NICHOLS' BLUE DEVILS at the 2011 WHITLEY BAY CLASSIC JAZZ PARTY (thanks to Flemming Thorbye and Jonathan David Holmes)
Thanks to Flemming Thorbye and Jonathan David Holmes* for the quartet of hot performances that follow — by Keith Nichols' Blue Devils in a tribute to the territory bands of the late Twenties — going on into the next decade.
Keith had a wonderful complement of swinging sight readers and jazz scholars for this set, as he led from the piano and occasionally burst into song. They were Bent Persson, Rico Tomasso, Andy Woon, trumpets; Steve Andrews, Jean-Francois Bonnel, Matthias Seuffert, reeds; Alistair Allan, trombone; Richard Pite, string bass; Martin Wheatley, guitar; Nick Ward, drums. This band has a wonderfully rich sound and a deep idiomatic approach, turning this hotel ballroom into a simulation of a local dance hall: you can see some dancers off to the right.
We begin with SPRINGFIELD STOMP (Jonathan), recorded by Lloyd Scott's Bright Boys, a band based in Springfield, Ohio — that at various times had Bill Coleman, Frank Newton, brother Cecil Scott, and Dicky Wells on the stand :
Early Bennie Moten, before Eddie Durham revolutionized Kansas City jazz, can be heard in the THICK LIP STOMP (Jonathan):
SIX OR SEVEN TIMES (Thorbye) comes from a small group out of the Don Redman / McKinney's Cotton Pickers group; the familiar opening riff surfaces again, at twice the tempo, in ONE O'CLOCK JUMP:
SOME OF THESE DAYS features Steve Andrews, paying tribute to Coleman Hawkins and the recordings he made with the Ramblers in Holland:
*A few lines about Jonathan — he lives in Lincoln, Lancashire, has studied journalism. At twenty, he's a new but dedicated collector and restorer of hot and dance band 78s, a man with his own YouTube channel, and is busily teaching himself both the trumpet and the Charleston.
JAZZ LIVES salutes him and encourages you to visit him on YouTube: mojoman4147 and facebook.com
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Generosities, Irreplaceable, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Alistair Allan, Andy Woon, Bennie Moten, Bent Persson, Bill Coleman, Cecil Scott, Coleman Hawkins, Count Basie, Dicky Wells, Don Redman, Dteve Andrews, Flemming Thorbye, Frank Newton, Jazz Lives, Jean-Francois Bonnel, Jonathan David Holmes, Keith Nichols, Lloyd Scott, Martin Wheatley, Matthias Seuffert, McKinney's Cotton Pickers, Michael Steinman, Nick Ward, Richard Pite, Rico Tomasso, territory bands, The Ramblers, Whitley Bay Classic Jazz Party
LET ME DREAM SOME MORE: JON-ERIK KELLSO, DAN BARRETT, DAN LEVINSON, JOHN SHERIDAN, JON BURR, RICKY MALICHI (JAZZ AT CHAUTAUQUA 2011)
Trumpeter Jon-Erik Kellso knows how to have a good time, and to make sure that the fun envelops everyone in the room. He showed this from the first notes of his set at this year's Jazz at Chautauqua — one of the informal sessions that took place in the parlor on Thursday night, September 15, 2011.
He also knows how to plan sets: a nice Thirties medium swinger by Walter Donaldson, a pretty ballad associated with Louis, a nod to John Sheridan's Dream Band and Fats Waller in a little-played pop tune of the period, and something really sweet to send us off to bed (the Beloved called it "melty" and she was of course correct).
Of course Jon-Erik had the finest kind of friendly assistance from Jon Burr, bass; John Sheridan, piano; Dan Barrett, trombone; Dan Levinson, reeds; Ricky Malichi, drums. (By name alone, Ricky might have felt left out of this jazz poker hand — but he's such a fine drummer that we don't care what his first name is.)
Here's IT'S BEEN SO LONG, made memorable by Bunny Berigan, Ruby Braff, and many others:
Then, the lovely expression of gratitude — complete with the verse (only Jon-Erik plays this!) — THANKS A MILLION:
And something delightful — the 1935 pop song I associate with Fats Waller and a soaring Bill Coleman, DREAM MAN ("Let me dream some more!"):
And something stunning in its simple hymnlike beauty, Johnny Mercer's DREAM:
The stuff that dreams are made on!
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Generosities, Ideal Places, Irreplaceable, Jazz Titans, Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love, Wow!
Tagged Bill Coleman, Bunny Berigan, Dan Barrett, Dan Levinson, Dream Band, Fats Waller, Jazz At Chautauqua, Jazz Lives, John Sheridan, Johnny Mercer, Jon Burr, Jon-Erik Kellso, Louis Armstrong, Michael Steinman, Ricky Malichi, Ruby Braff, swing, Walter Donaldson
UP IN THE CLOUDS with BILL COLEMAN
No other trumpeter sounded quite like graceful Bill Coleman, who should have put his profession as "aerialist" on his passport.
It wasn't a matter of playing high notes, for other trumpeters have gone higher, but the ease with which Coleman accomplished his arcs in the sky. Most astonishingly, he made the whole thing sound so easy, which even non-trumpeters will know is a great feat of magic. And his sound! Not brass and valves and air pressure and force, but "gold to airy thinness beat."
Here he is in glossy form in late 1935 in Paris:
The band was billed as "Garnet Clark and his Hot Club's Four," with Bill on trumpet and vocal; George Johnson, clarinet and tenor; Clark, piano; Django Reinhardt, guitar; June Cole, bass.
Here's Bill in 1972 — playing fluegelhorn, his sound heavier, and darker, but still masterfully light.
We have this clip from a French television program, "Jazz Harmonie," thanks to trumpeter and film scholar Bob Erwig. Bill is joined by Marc Hemmeler, piano; Jimmy Gourley, guitar; Pierre Sim, bass; Michel Silva, drums.
And — thanks to eBay — Bill signs in, too:
Postscripts: I realized, perhaps too late, that this blogpost was seriously indebted to that of my friend Michael McQuaid, hot musician from Australia, who had recently paid homage to Bill with THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION. The evidence of the borrowing is here, but the theft was purely imitation as the sincerest form of flattery. And — also from Oz — the trumpet player who most reminds me of Mr. Coleman is the equally dazzling Bob Barnard.
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Bill Coleman, Bob Barnard, Bob Erwig, Django Reinhardt, Garnet Clark, George Johnson, hot jazz, Jazz Lives, jazz trumpet, Jimmy Gourley, June Cole, Marc Hemmeler, Michael Silva, Michael Steinman, Paris, Pierre Sim
INSPIRATIONS at THE EAR INN (April 17, 2011)
While Jon-Erik Kellso and Matt Munisteri were finishing up what I hope was a rewarding weekend at the 2011 Atlanta Jazz Festival, the EarRegulars kept swinging happily in their absence — at The Ear Inn last night (Sunday, April 17, 2011 — at 326 Spring Street, Soho, New York City).
The quartet was made up of old friends and musical colleagues — people who had a lot to say to each other on their instruments: Danny Tobias, cornet; Dan Block, clarinet and tenor saxophone; Chris Flory, guitar; Frank Tate, bass.
The music was playful and conversational: the band evoked the past (the 1938 Basie band, an imagined 1944 Keynote session, a Vanguard record date) while reminding us at every turn that there were four living musicians creating beauty in the here and now. In each of these performances, you'll see and hear casual splendor: the inventive lines and big sound of Frank Tate, who plays the string bass as it wants to be played (no manic guitar runs for him); the irresistible rhythmic surge of Chris Flory, his lines chiming; Danny Tobias's subtle mastery — he never plays a superfluous note, and although he's deeply grounded in the tradition of Buck Clayton and Ruby Braff, you'd lose all your bets trying to predict where his next phrase will land; the fierce lyricism of Dan Block, lemony on clarinet, yearning on tenor — a man inseparable from the phrases he creates.
Melodies everywhere!
Pay attention! as Jake Hanna used to say — especially to the conversations between Danny and Dan, uplifting interludes in several performances.
LINGER AWHILE isn't played that much by contemporary bands, but Bill Coleman, Dicky Wells, and Lester Young had a good time with it some decades back:
Some cautious optimism with SOMETIMES I'M HAPPY at an easy rocking tempo:
A good old good one, EVERYBODY LOVES MY BABY:
Happiness is on everyone's mind on a Sunday night at The Ear Inn, so why not play I WANT TO BE HAPPY:
And to cool the room down, a swinging JADA:
Cherish these sessions! They've been going on for nearly four years . . . come visit while this music is in the air . . . .
Tagged Atlanta Jazz Party, Bill Coleman, Buck Clayton, Chris Flory, Count Basie, Dan Block, Danny Tobias, Dicky Wells, Frank Tate, hot jazz, improvisation, inspiration, Jake Hanna, Jazz Lives, Jon-Erik Kellso, Keynote Records, Lester Young, Matt Munisteri, melody, Michael Steinman, New York City, Ruby Braff, Soho, The Ear Inn, Vanguard Records


Students seeking a Career Sequence Certificate must complete the courses listed. It is recommended that the courses be taken in the order that is listed for each sequence. Students will be required to complete an industry recognized certification for the occupational field they wish to pursue.
conjunction with hands-on training. Students will use precision measuring tools and blueprint dimensions for machining projects. Students will need to complete this course to be able to advance to the next level. It is recommended that students have a basic understanding of math and basic algebra.
This course covers theory and hands-on instruction on 2 axis CNC vertical milling machines. This course includes setup, operation and conversational programming. Students will utilize programming techniques, such as, pocket milling, circle milling, and bolt holes. Students will need to complete this course to be able to advance to the next level.
This course prepares student for placement in CNC machining industries. Manual Programming and editing using Fanuc language (G-codes, M- functions), set-up and operation of 3 axis CNC vertical Mill and 2 axis CNC Lathe will be covered. This course also covers introduction to CAD software (Computer Aided Design) to design parts, and CAM software to create a workable program, to be able to machine a finished product.


Approximately 290,000 children are cared for by child protection institutions. These children without families, who are in most cases abandoned by their parents, may suffer from psychological problems that may prevent them from integrating normally into society and achieving their goals. Discover the story of this 10-year-old boy who would give everything to be adopted by a host family.
Many people tend to underestimate the importance of the family, and to think that living in a family is not a blessing they should be very grateful for. These people probably do not know that there are neglected children who are willing to give anything to enjoy the warmth and affection of a family home. Take the example of this little boy of 10 years whose ultimate dream is to find a host family to adopt.
Living in a family: The ultimate dream of this little boy, 10 years old.
Jeremiah, is a small child of 10 years old. He has been resident for 3 years in a foster home in the state of Oklahoma in the United States. In spite of all the affection and the attention that the people in charge of the home give him, he does not want to be part of a childhood house, and he says that he is ready to do everything to find a family of children. home who agrees to adopt it.
Jeremiah is an exemplary and exceptional child, and that's the least we can say about him! He is so friendly and well educated, that those in charge of the childhood home in which he resides, as well as his friends, all agree that he is the wisest child in the home.
In spite of his great kindness, and the goodness of his heart. Some children in the home enjoy hitting and humiliating him on a daily basis, which has a very negative impact on his psychological and physical health. And that's why Jeremiah does not want to spend another day in his childhood home.
"There will be a nice mom, a nice dad, good kids, and little pets ... I'll do anything for them! This is what Jeremiah revealed when a journalist asked him how he imagined the family of his dreams.
A few days after the publication of his video, 3,000 families volunteered for the adoption of the 10-year-old child. But only one lucky family has been chosen to welcome him. We hope Jeremiah can finally have the life of his dreams in his new family!
The moving story of Jeremiah teaches us that having a family is a great privilege that many people do not have. So let's take care of our families, and show them how much we love them!
What are the tips for caring for an adopted child?
- Before adopting a child, try to collect all the necessary information about his past, and the life he led before returning to your home. This information will help you better know your personality, and know how you should behave with him.
- A few weeks before the arrival of your new child, think of preparing a room decorated according to his preferences, and prepare all the things he will need to really feel at home.
- If you have other children, try to explain to them beforehand that a new child will join them, and that they will have to consider him as their real brother or sister, and integrate as much as they can into their activities. daily.
- Your adopted child must feel that you love him just as you love your other biological children. Tell yourself that you have made the decision to adopt it, and assume all your responsibilities. Show him that you love him, and that there is no difference between him and your biological children.
- It is quite normal that some adopted children refuse to open to you at first, because for them, you are a stranger. So you need to be able to reassure your new child, and make him feel safe so that he can finally be revealed to you.
- Despite all your efforts, your child still can not integrate into your family, it is strongly recommended that you consult a specialist. The latter will guide you, and offer tailor-made solutions to better manage your relationship with your new child.


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I am unable to open Kingdom-Age site is the server down???
This is the error i am getting when ever i try.
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I hope it gets online soon enough.
Tibold the Blacksmith got updated just fought him and won and the duel finished within a second of starting it.
I didn't get to see the details like the usual duel.
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