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
Friedlander is most famous for his work with John Zorn, who always uses great players.

The way the cello blends with the bass is really cool. Also, very percussive when plucked.

A whole album of Oscar Pettiford compositions , who played the cello.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7C8_ZUw3-g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCBg95ueD20

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


Oscar Pettiford is my favorite bassist; while Mingus has the most creative music, no one can play music on a bass like Pettiford.

Those tunes are my favorites by Oscar Pettiford; they remind me of the first time I heard them, it was when I was a teenager in the Summer of 56 on the South side of Chicago. I lived with my older cousin who bought several jazz albums every week.

Since I was a teenager, I couldn't participate in the night life, but that didn't stop me from fantasizing. "Bohemia After Dark"; just after dark when light through the windows of the skyscrapers began to shine, was when my fantasy began. I imagined all the pleasures the hip people were indulging in, and the day I would join them.

Sweet memories of the "Southside" always come back when I hear those tunes, even when I hear them like I've never heard them before. I walked down 65th street to Lake Michigan everyday for a swim, and in the process passed open windows with music blaring out of them. That was an adventure; jazz out of this window, doo wop out of that window, Blues out of the window further on. There was never a dull moment on the Southside, not even when peacefully walking down the sidewalk.