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A WA2K salute to Harry, edgar.

Well, folks, how about a little jazz:

As Frank Fuller, a great guy, once observed, BeBop is off the wall stuff. Love it.


The West Coast had jazz roots from the early-1920s, when Kid Ory had recorded in Los Angeles. By the late-1940s there was a settlement of mainly black bebop players, centred on Central Avenue.

It isn't until the early-1950s that the West Coast mutation of bebop is recognised as becoming a distinct style of jazz, with Los Angeles as its crux, in particular The Lighthouse Club. Former sidemen in the Stan Kenton and Woody Herman bands settled on the Coast and were recorded by record labels willing to promote the new style, such as Fantasy, Pacific and Contemporary. Also important was the West Coast blues style developing at the same time, the likes of Ray Milton and T. Bone Walker, whose amplified sound would eventually lead to early rock'n roll and rhythm and blues.

The West Coast style is often discussed in terms of its white players: Shorty Rogers, Shelly Manne, Jimmy Giuffre and, after having made his famous nonet recordings with Miles Davis, Gerry Mulligan. Many of the black musicians from the late-1940s suffered various hardships and setbacks, some drug related, and thus obscurity: Dexter Gordon, Teddy Edwards, Wardell Gray, Hampton Hawes, Sonny Criss and Harold Land.

By the early 1960s the West Coast jazz scene was all but over. Some had rebuilt careers or moved away, even overseas, others had wasted time in prison, overdosed and met untimely death.


WEST COAST STYLE

The West Coast style has been described as 'filleted bebop', easily swallowed and digested. If at times its melodic and relaxed sound became predictable (not to say bland), it was marked by some distinguished and inventive soloists: Paul Desmond, Art Pepper, Stan Getz, Gerry Mulligan, and Bud Shank.

Its musical architecture was formal and structured when compared to bebop, which was more spontaneous and haphazardly natural. It tended to employ larger ensembles and make use of more orchestral timbres and instruments - the flute, flugelhorn and even oboe were all given jazz outings; use of counterpoint, shifting metres and a general intent to find a new angle of jazz performance were commonplace. Yet for all its stated inventiveness, Jimmy Giuffre today sounds too clever by half, and Brubeck's polytonal and time-signature musings a little shallow. Indeed, many experimental jazz artists nurtured on the West Coast did not flower until they had moved away: Charles Mingus, Eric Dolphy, Ornette Coleman, Don Cherry and Paul Bley.

COOL SOLOISTS
Chet Baker
Gerry Mulligan
Art Pepper

Next, listeners, a beautiful jazz ballad.

You won't believe this, Mr. Turtle, I never heard it either.

Still searching through the archives for "Alone Together", folks. Lovely song and done by Chet Baker, I think. Diana Krall later did a remake.

Goodmorning!

India is getting colder!

*pulls in denim jacket*

that doesn't surprise me. the only fleetwoods number i remember is Come softly to me, and they sang it beautifully, although the lyrics were far from memorable. i'll have to look for Mr. Blue.

Letty, other people besides Edgar must have heard it. artists as diverse as Pat Boone & Garth Brooks recorded it.

it's a beautiful fall day along the shores of eastern lake ontario - 6-7 C / about 45 F.
just came back from a walk, sun shining, a stiff south-westerly blowing across the lake, a lonely board-sailer still out on the lake - a perfect day. here's hoping you all have a great day ! hbg



our favourite area along the lake - in the upper left is the ferry that connects kingston with "wolfe island" , the largest island in the 1000 islands.

Snood's new thread

Our friend Snood has a topic going that should prove interesting and educational.

Been having trouble with my equipment again, folks.

For spidergal: Raining hard and one must watch the black ice here on the coastal highway. Other than that, the temperature is perfect.

For the turtleman: You would love it here right now. I've heard many songs by out of tune Boone, just not that one, buddy. I did have to smile when I saw a picture of Pat and Alice Cooper.

For hamburger. Lovely picture of that lake, Canada. Our ocean is grey and recalcitrant today. No can play today.

edgar, I adore snood. He's the grok man. Be over later, Texas.

The Guess who picture for today:

He needs his makeup - badly.

Oh, my Gawd, folks, what a funny way for edgar to say he knows who that guy is. Love it, Texas. Now we'll grok it on over to snood's place.

Hey, listeners, what you want to bet that Francis is listening to Ravel's Bolero.

how about some old-fashioned jazz for a sunday afternoon ?
why not let "sweet emma barrett" and her preservation hall jazz band make us all smile ?



during the 1970's mrs h and went to new york city a few times. one afternoon we saw an ad for a concert at lincoln centre : "preservation hall jazz band". we didn't know what it was all about, but having nothing better to do, we went. we were two of only a few white faces, but somehow felt "at home" - people wre happy, laughing, "yes, ma'm" , "brother" ...
percy humphrey came out on the stage and welcomed us all : " be happy" , he said, "the happier you are, the happier we'll be".
and out the came : "cie" frazier, emanuel sayles, willie humphrey, jim "big jim" robinson, alcide "slow drag" pavageau, allan jaffe, "sing"miller, frank demond, when percy introduced "sweet emma" , we thought the balcony would collapse from all the stomping and clapping. what a performance it was , from "basin street" , to "i'm alone because i love you" ," merry christmas, pretty baby " and , of course, "when the saints go marching in" - they made us happy !
we've seen them in other places over the years - even here in kingston - , but that first session we'll never forget. the only one that we now recognize from the first session is frank demond, trombone, who was the baby - in his early 40's - at that time ... all the others "are marching with the saints" .
i have three lp's i purchased at that first show and i have many of their autographs on the covers - i'll treasure them forever.
here we go : " oh, how i miss you tonight " , piano and vocals "sing miller".
hbg

actually I've seen Alice Cooper many times as he is a local businessman in Phoenix Arizona and is highly regarded without makeup, he is adept at showmanship.

Does he eat Velveeta with you, Dys?

hamburger, I spent some time researching sweet emma and her Preservation Hall band. Most of the tunes she sang, I know. One, "Just a Closer Walk With Thee, " made me tear up a bit, but the version that I heard was no Dixieland band marching down the street in New Orleans funeral style. Thanks, buddy, for the history lesson.

Dys, The only song that I ever really liked by Alice was "Only Women Bleed". It was really great and the message is rather a co-dependency type thing.

Only Women Bleed

Man got his woman to take his seed he got the power oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Man makes your hair grey he's your life's mistake all you're really looking for's an even break
He lies right at you you now hate this game he slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all ooh
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Man got his woman to take his seed he got the power oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time don't spend a dime clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come watch me bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed
Only women bleed only women bleed only women bleed.

Hey, Francis. I think that must be his Welcome to my Nightmare grease paint and powder picture. <smile>

and now, listeners, a no more mr. nice guy boone:

One year, Pat Boone made a recording of songs like Stairway to Heaven and a bunch of other what I guess you would call Heavy Metal songs. The uproar caused him to lose his TV show and a great deal of popularity among his greatest fans. He disavowed the recording and soon was reinstated.

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
led zeppelin

Yep, edgar, best not to compete with Led Zepplin, I guess.

Well, listeners, here's one for our turtle man:

Garth Brooks
Song: Beaches Of Cheyenne


They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday
To fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call

He was up in Wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he'd turn out
Well it turned out that he lied
And all the dreams that they'd been livin'
In the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne

They say she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin'
She said then I don't give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne

They say she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That you can go down by the water
And see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Nobody can explain it
Some say she's still alive
They even claim they've seen her
On the shoreline late at night
So if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Oops, listeners. That's another Long Black Veil type song.

well, it's time for alphabet of the bands for sunday, tonight "C"

and since he's already on everyone's minds tonight, let's start with mr. cooper

Guilty
Alice Cooper

Just tried to have fun
raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up
and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty


Round Here
Counting Crows

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

Well, I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don't know.

Round here we always stand up straight.
Round here something radiates.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand.
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
Well it ain't me
And she walks along the edges where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus.
She parks her car outside of my house,
and takes her clothes off,
says she's close to understanding Jesus.
And she knows she's more that just a little misunderstood-
She has trouble acting normal, i have trouble acting normal

Round here, we're carving out our names.
Round here, we all look the same.
Round here, we talk just like lions,
but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round here, she's slipping through my hands.

round here

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream.
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning.

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."

But the girl in the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot.
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building,
says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's sick and tired of life;
Well everybodoy's sick of something.

Round here, she's always on my mind.
Round here, hey man, we got lots of time.
Round here we're never sent to bed early,
and nobody makes us wait.
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late.

I can't see nothin'.
Nothin'.
round here.
Oh, will you catch me if I'm fallin'?
will Catch me if I'm fallin'?
Will you catch me 'cause I'm fallin' down on you?

I said "I'm under the gun."
Around here.
"Aw man," I said "I'm under the gun."
Around here.
but I can't see nothin, nothin.
Roooound here.


this last one goes out to carol coulter, where ever she is

Just About Glad
Elvis Costello

I'm just about glad that I knew you once
And it was more than just a passing acquaintance
I'm just about glad that it was a memory
That doesn't need constant maintenance
There are a few things that I regret
But nothing that I need to forget
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about glad

CHORUS:
Just about glad we didn't do that thing
Just about glad we didn't have that fling
Just about glad we didn't give it a try
Just about glad, is that a tear in your eye

And on the few times I rang to propose
There was a man there or so I suppose
The greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about glad

They called time and vodka and lime
In some far flung Canadian club
(Just about glad)
And there I was just waiting to fall
Like a toe just aching to stub
(Just about glad)
Later on I could never accept it
When you finally gave it all to him
(Just about glad)
And you said that my nurse was sweet
But her lamp was just beginning to dim

I'm just about glad
That we never did that thing we were going to do
I'm just about glad I can look you in the eye
But I can't say the same for you
And though the passion still flutters and flickers
It never got into our knickers
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about

CHORUS

And it's all just a stupid creation
Of my feverous imagination
If I'm the greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about

CHORUS

Is that a tear in your eye [3x]

WOW, dj, liked that Alice Cooper song, Canada. Also the Countin' Crows song which ties in nicely with the music by Elvis Costello.

dj, is our thematic aperception test with music, listeners.(don't ask)

And a guilty song of another ilk:


Billie Holiday
» Guilty


Gus Kahn / Harry Akst / Richard Whiting

Is it a sin, is it a crime
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you
Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night thru
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of dreaming of you

What can I do?
What can I say?

After I've taken the blame
You say, "You're through
You'll go your way"
But I'll always feel just the same
Maybe, I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you.

for some reason, it's a neil young kind of night

Roll Another Number (For The Road)
Neil Young

It's too dark
to put the keys
in my ignition,
And the mornin' sun is yet
to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might
see those flashing red lights
Look out, mama,
'cause I'm comin' home tonight.
Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.
I'm not goin' back
to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear
that lonesome hippie smile.
I'm a million miles away
from that helicopter day
No, I don't believe
I'll be goin' back that way.
Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.


Rockin' In The Free World (Electric)
Neil Young polyphonic

There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it,
any way I can.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she's done to it
There's one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.


Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
Neil Young

I think I'd like to go
back home
And take it easy
There's a woman that
I'd like to get to know
Living there
Everybody seems to wonder
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.
Everybody, everybody knows
Everybody knows.
Every time I think about
back home
It's cool and breezy
I wish that I could be there
right now
Just passing time.
Everybody seems to wonder
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.
Everybody, everybody knows
Everybody knows.