Sunday, January 30, 2011

Can't Climb Everest On Your Couch



Charlie Parker. Priceless smile watching Buddy Rich banging nails.

10 comments:

julie said...

I love how, if you're only watching his face as he plays you'd never have a clue that so much complexity is coming through that horn. It's the Magician inaction.

Sixty Grit said...

I spent hours listening to Buddy Rich play. The man had the smoothest snare rolls I have ever heard. I gave up drumming.

I hope my niece who studies saxophone at the conservatory never has a similar reaction after hearing Bird.

Jewel said...

Parker and Desmond were my teachers. Parker taught me whimsy and technique and Desmond taught me to sing with my instrument. I wish I'd never given up the saxomophone. Sigh.

SippicanCottage said...

Hi all- Thanks as always for reading and commenting. The video just has a fun vibe, doesn't it?

Hey Jewel- We have Paul Desmond going on a more or less continuous loop around here.

Jewel said...

One of the best albums I ever had by Dave Brubeck was an album called Jazz Impressions of the USA, which was, until very recently very hard to find on disc, but now it can be downloaded and played for a mere 7 bucks. My favorite piece on this album is Curtain Time, which had a lovely melody and harmonic progression. Also, if you have Dave Digs Disney...that is really one of the best albums, too. Especially the Bach-treatment of Alice in Wonderland. Damn, but that is some good music gone away too long.
Have you introduced your boys to Spike Jones or Stan Freburg, yet?

Sixty Grit said...

Stan Freburg - The New World! Mutiny mutiny mutiny. Banks closed - Columbus day!

Sixty Grit said...

Make that "Freberg". My bad...

Jewel said...

I keep forgetting how to spell his name, darnit.

Sixty Grit said...

Thank goodness for Wikipedia, right? Other than they are wrong about many things, but I think his name is spelled correctly there.

Jewel said...

I saw a lot of great jazz big bands, from Kenton to Herman and Ferguson. I saw Basie and Kenton shortly before they died. I saw Mel Lewis and Thad Jones and Phil Woods, too. I was one lucky teenager.
I saw them all live at the Paramount in Seattle back before it became an anarchist grunge haven.