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Saturday, October 19, 2013

But The Original's Still The Greatest...


Lawrence Brown moved to Los Angeles and they told him no one named Lawrence Brown was gonna get hired so he named himself after Dobie Gillis, and Sonny Bono got him a gig and he had a hit. Later on he grew the requisite 70s fro and had a bigger one. He's dead now -- as dead as the faux-Motown show he had going on. There's probably a little puddle of cool where he was standing, though, right up to this very day.


Then Ramsay Lewis got ahold of it. Jazz musicians gotta play something. Might as well be that. It's a big cow and he's still milking it, as far as I know. He's really swinging it here, and the snare drum is a metronomic gunshot blast, and the bass player's just toying with it, trying to keep the greezy line reined in, because he wants to stretch out. Then at a minute and a half Ramsay loses his shit and starts playing the sort of stride thing that audiences applaud, but I notice it very shortly sends them on their way to the john or out for smokes. Let's go out for white bread.


Pet Clark's gonna give you the version you need if you think The In Crowd requires perfect diction. She clips her syllables like a German prison camp commandant, and sounds about as cool as Algebra class. There's more brass than a foundry, and they sound like they're all pounding some sort of big, musical nail.


No, we need the absinthe and hashish version. We need the version playing in de Sade's elevator. We need to get an unstructured evening coat with a shawl collar and slink around the pool like a skink. We want mothers to reel in their children when we walk down the sidewalk -- except we don't walk on the sidewalk, ever. We step from the car, over the gutter full of butts and broken glass, to pass through the velvet rope, held aside.

There's a drink on the polished mahogany bar for you, but you're already carrying one. 

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Reginald:

The Bryan Ferry version almost makes me want to take up smoking.

Casey Klahn said...

Poor Petula. Even with another extra ten stone I'd still prefer her company, but Dobie is the musical genius, for sure.

I leave you with the words of the immortal Conway Twitty:

Fads are the kiss of death. When the fad goes away, you go with it.

Mike said...

Ramsay loses his shit. Heh...

Back in the day, I would have been one to stay and listen during that part. I'd have gone for a smoke when Petula started singing.

I admit to liking Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry. I've got a bunch of it.

SippicanCottage said...

There's only one person in the world that calls me Reginald.

Hi Casey- Thanks for reading and commenting and being such a swell painter.

Hi Mike- I do believe I could get used to the Country Life, too. It looks... invigorating.

Anonymous said...

Ramsay Lewis - did anyone ever possess hands more suited for piano playing?

I listen to him play and I am thankful I ceased attempting to make music on that infernal instrument. I prefer to leave that to those who are good.

Bilejones said...

Bryan Ferry every time.

That white tux look was what I went for at my wedding.

It produced the only picture of me that doesn't have kids scratching their eyes out and dogs vomiting in the street.