Jazz for aficionados


Jazz for aficionados

I'm going to review records in my collection, and you'll be able to decide if they're worthy of your collection. These records are what I consider "must haves" for any jazz aficionado, and would be found in their collections. I wont review any record that's not on CD, nor will I review any record if the CD is markedly inferior. Fortunately, I only found 1 case where the CD was markedly inferior to the record.

Our first album is "Moanin" by Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers. We have Lee Morgan , trumpet; Benney Golson, tenor sax; Bobby Timmons, piano; Jymie merrit, bass; Art Blakey, drums.

The title tune "Moanin" is by Bobby Timmons, it conveys the emotion of the title like no other tune I've ever heard, even better than any words could ever convey. This music pictures a person whose down to his last nickel, and all he can do is "moan".

"Along Came Betty" is a tune by Benny Golson, it reminds me of a Betty I once knew. She was gorgeous with a jazzy personality, and she moved smooth and easy, just like this tune. Somebody find me a time machine! Maybe you knew a Betty.

While the rest of the music is just fine, those are my favorite tunes. Why don't you share your, "must have" jazz albums with us.

Enjoy the music.
orpheus10

I wondered into this, and couldn't quit looking and listening.


          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNbATOp4fbk


That Jackie Mac is just too much, and that chick is tearing up some drums; I just can't quit looking and listening. It's almost impossible for me to tell how this music that sounds similar to so much music I've heard is different; that's the nature of great artists, it's hidden in the recipe.


Enjoy the music.
I personally always felt it was up to the listener to work harder to understand what the musician was trying to say. Most the time I was rewarded by my persistence, but sometimes I still don't get it. Still feel it was my lack of knowledge or effort or both which didn't allow me to understand the music.

Unless, of course, it was Crap!   :)



Most of the time we look for beauty or music that has a high level of skill. J. Coltrane's pure emotion is just to much to take, especially as we get older and lose our testosterone, But there is great beauty in the raw fierceness in which he plays, and as far as skill, I don't believe he had an equal.

I remember a critic saying Coltrane sounded like a big man in a small box, when he played with Miles. He finally got where he wanted to go, or at least start the journey, I guess.






"I remember a critic saying Coltrane sounded like a big man in a small box, when he played with Miles."

Acman, that's quite a quote, and it fits so well; Coltrane really expanded after he left Miles.

The discussion Frogman and me are having pertains to about 2 minutes of Trane's musical life, and it's just something "Aficionados" do to past the time.


Enjoy the music.



Hello, O - Was Frogman provided the Toots links, not me.

Do appreciate your comments about JC and music for the angels. You are making my point with the caveat that some day some of us might well be able to understand "music meant for the angels".

acman - Good comments about working hard and the reward of persistence, but who calls "Crap!" ? I tend to "assume merit" but recognize time is often the best judge.


Ghosthouse, I've been listening to jazz for my entire life, and I'm an old man; you shouldn't expect something "new" that grabs you, will grab me.

I've heard the best jazz musicians from the 50's up until it changed and became more abstract in recent years. The musicians in my collection are so very incredible, and I even heard one of my favorite musicians close up and personal.

Grant Green, before he went to Blue Note and became professional, would come into his favorite club, turn off the jukebox, and start playing for himself; not for any audience.

Of course nobody said anything, we all just listened; he knew everybody and we all knew Grant, including the nightclub owner. That was an experience I'll never forget; to be only maybe six feet away from that guitar and hear those fantastic sounds resonate in your ear was incredible.

He would leave just like he came, quietly; he didn't talk too much.

Of course this would occur on a slow night. He played officially at this same club on weekends.


Enjoy the music.