eta: ...and maybe Marianne Faithful
Wow, that would be mega-coool!
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
eta: ...and maybe Marianne Faithful
Wow, that would be mega-coool!
I put a line break in with those semicolonsemicolon posts because they were making the page too wide.
Sorry; it looked fine on my screen, but I have a 20" monitor. Thanks for the edit, because I get annoyed when a post makes my screen go all wide, and I'd hate to be the type of person who annoys me.
and I'd hate to be the type of person who annoys me.
Isn't that why you have a therapist's bill?
I'd hate to be the type of person who annoys me.
"I hate myself for not talking to the little redhaired girl. Well, that's not exactly true. I hate myself for a lot of other reasons, too." -- Charlie Brown
Hayden, your best route to Jonathan is Eliot. I think he shares the Melville love (that didn't sound right...) so you three could bond over that. Give me a little warning next time you're coming to NY & I'll try to convince Eliot to come up & we can all get together. His mother lives here, I live here, Jonathan lives here, his wife's best friend lives around the corner from my girlfriend -- it's not a tough sell. Did I tell you I got the xword software? Dying to try it out <hint hint>
And back to music... Just listened to "Un Poco Loco". Bud Powell & Max Roach were fuckin' monsters! Max still is, actually. Delightful stuff.
And back to music... Just listened to "Un Poco Loco". Bud Powell & Max Roach were fuckin' monsters! Max still is, actually. Delightful stuff.
Which album? Teppy, take notes.
No need to apologize, Teppy. We stompies are like house elves when it comes to board cleanliness. Fixing posts makes us feel useful.
"I hate myself for not talking to the little redhaired girl. Well, that's not exactly true. I hate myself for a lot of other reasons, too." -- Charlie Brown
And that's why he has a lot of therapists' bills.
and I'd hate to be the type of person who annoys me.
Isn't that why you have a therapist's bill?
No -- I have a therapist's bill because OTHER people annoy me.
No -- I have a therapist's bill because OTHER people annoy me.
Okay, as long as it's outer directed.
Which album?
The Amazing Bud Powell, Vol. 1. Anyone who has ever yelled "MORE COWBELL!" needs to hear "Un Poco Loco". It is the poster child for cowbell.
The other standard is The Genius of Bud Powell, which has his Verve recordings, esp. a 1949 trio date: "The innovative pianist rarely sounded more creative and exciting than on the six titles that comprise his May 1949 Verve trio session: 'Tempus Fugit,' 'Celia,' 'Cherokee,' 'I'll Keep Loving You,' 'Strictly Confidential,' and 'All God's Chillun Got Rhythm.'" For some reason those tracks aren't listed, though. The Ultimate Bud Powell, selected & with liner notes by Chick Corea, has most of that session, is easy to find & cheap. "Tempus Fugue-it" is amazing. Gary Giddins:
As much if not more than Parker and Gillespie, Powell represents a line of demarcation for his instrument. The difference between pre-Bud piano and post-Bud piano is categorical. He played impossibly fast or slow, with obsessive fury or meditative detachment; he used the left hand for bracing, kindling chords that fed the right, which expressed a percussive rage equalled only by his gentle raptures. In its economy, hurtling power, and infallible precision, the minor key "Tempus Fugue-It" (originally released as "Tempus Fugit") is a head-banging wonder: the crashing Lisztian chords in which the relatively conventional melody is swaddled, the close harmonies of the release, the thrilling riff configurations of the solo, the smashed arpeggio just before the out-chorus. Yet each detail rings clear as a bell, with sensational logic. It's not that he plays so fast, but that he thinks so coherently, balanced on a moonbeam.