Jazz for aficionados

Pryso, what did you think about this;


  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWtqr4VJiCo


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGtN3lpI2f4


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

rok, can't stop laughing...:)))))

“state of Jazz” (?)

Associate of Wynton’s JALC crew, Andy Farber is a very talented tenor player/composer/arranger/band leader.  Wynton is not the only one keeping that flame alive:

https://youtu.be/g3LLiaD0av4

https://youtu.be/5ol6sIKuLSI

https://youtu.be/In4WwSI80XA

Today's Listen:

The title suggests some sort of Treme meets The Big Apple.   Both players from New Orleans.   Both studied at the New Orleans Center fo the Creative Arts(NOCCA).  Terence studied under Ellis Marsalis, Donald under Alvin Batiste in Baton Rouge.   Both went North to study classical.  Terence at Rutgers, Donald at Berklee.   Both seemed to have survived the ordeal with their New Orleans instincts intact.

So nice to see a cover with serious young Jazz players.  Both were playing in the Blakey group when this was recorded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoWANgGSGp4  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpCf2jH5vsA  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkN1XXfaCxE   

Cheers

The most exhilarating and mesmerizing experience I can ever recall from watching live music, was watching and listening to a friend of mine perform who was a wild man on organ. Before I go into that, I have to explain why it was such an incredible experience.

I compare that experience to riding on an old rickety wooden roller coaster because I experienced the same emotions (excluding the fear); I was mesmerized, which is a combination of hypnotized and exhilarated. No recording can compare to being close to a wild man on a Hammond B3; the dynamic range is so wide, that only a reel to reel tape could even come close to duplicating it, plus the frequency range goes beyond audibility, but when you're right there, you can hear sounds that seem to emanate from close to your ear, like a ringing maybe.


        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy8dZEpEYrA


Jimmy Smith is the closest I can come to duplicating this experience. This is the first time I've even attempted to describe that experience because that music was not recorded, and I can't post a link so that you don't have to take my word for what I'm telling you, but this time you will have to take my word for a most incredible experience that I was fortunate enough to enjoy many times, and each time seemed like the first time.

This "wild man on organ" was a close friend of mine and I drove him to his gigs, that allowed me to witness his performance many times, and each time was so different that it seemed like the first time every time; can you imagine Charlie "Bird" Parker on Hammond B3 organ; my man could play notes on the organ as fast as Bird on alto sax, and they would all be clear, articulate and musical; none of this wild "free jazz stuff"; pure music, the same as "Bird". Improvisatory hard bop is what it was, and after word got around that he was in town, the joint was always packed.

St. Louis was a kind of town with a demand, but no supply; the demand was for improvisatory hard bop, but there was no supply, so when word got around that it was in town, the clubs were packed where ever he played.

He played the biggest stage in St. Louis, that was the 4th of July St. Louis Fair and got a grand write up, that's the only historical black and white evidence that what I'm telling you even occurred, which is why I've hesitated in telling you.

If you can imagine Jimmy Smith playing a little wilder and faster, you'll get an idea of what I was listening to.

I was always seated close enough to where I could see the expressions on his face change as he played; they went from grotesque, to pure ecstasy when he hit a note just right that sounded so good to him that he closed his eyes; I was experiencing the same emotions.

This is the closest I can find to duplicating what I was listening to;


      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gobKu4UlxSA


Now that I reflect on it, that was the grandest Summer of my existence.