While we’re on the subject of instrumental pop tunes that I really like, let’s listen to “Music Box Dancer.” It was written by Canadian composer Frank Mills and it was originally released in 1974 but it didn’t become a hit until it was re-released in 1978. Two news shows used it as their theme song in the late 70’s and early 80’s.
Remember last week when I decided that the Beautiful Girl just HAD to play the recorder? Yeah, well it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t the right instrument for her. (Imagine dying geese. In heat. With adenoids.) Ah well, at 3 bucks, I could afford to let her retire with her dignity still intact.
You may also recall back in January I wrote that I own a keyboard from my own adventures in piano playing a few years back. I decided to excavate it from the back of the closet and let her try that instead. It turns out she’s a natural! She’s no Beethoven but she was able to pick out a song her very first day and she’s learned a couple more since. She plans to give her first concert this Saturday for her adoring fans. Tickets are free but guests (and Grandmas) are encouraged to leave egg and and bunny shaped candy tributes in the basket by the door.
I love Art Tatum! I’ve posted about him a few times on this blog and listened to him on You Tube quite a lot but I still haven’t bought any of his music. Looks like I have my second resolution for 2011 set! The first is this blog. I just finished a three month post every day run but I think I want to do 100 more days. Sorry dear readers, looks like you’re stuck hearing from me every day until April 11, 2011! Yipee! Hearing my tired old stories day in and day out will never get old!
But let’s get back to the point. Here’s Art Tatum doing a number written by Benny Goodman, Edgar Sampson, Walter Hirsch and Clarence Profit called “Lullaby In Rhythm.”
My first dream of 2011 involved Jay Leno, the Mythbusters, and Kool-aid so I guess the lullaby gave me sweet dreams. I mean sure it had Leno in it but he was doing stand up and bombing so all in all I think it was a pretty good New Year omen.
The song “Lover” was written by Rogers and Hart for the 1932 movie “Love Me Tonight” but Peggy Lee did an extremely popular version of the song for the 1952 remake of “The Jazz Singer.” William “Red” Garland is probably best known for his work with the Miles Davis Quintet. He did not invent the block chord style but his unique adaptations are frequently copied by jazz pianists today. Here is Red’s fantastic version of “Lover.”
I couldn’t find any story behind the nickname, but I assume that Red Garland was a red head in his youth too. It only makes sense since studies show that people who were red heads at least until puberty are among the most intelligent and talented people on the planet. What? It might be true!
“Any Place I Hang My Hat Is Home” comes from the Broadway play “St Louis Woman” which is was a musical comedy about infidelity, domestic violence, and murder so you know it was hilarious! It is a fantastic song and Sammy sings it beautifully as always.
I’ll be packing up to head to St Louis myself this time next week where I will be a St. Louis woman for about 48 hours. I will try to keep the fisticuffs and gun play to a minimum but I can’t promise anything. After all, if musical theater says violence must ensue, I may be powerless to resist the thrall. In the meantime, we dance! Er… watch a clip of dancing anyway…
This is almost certainly from “The Sammy Davis Jr. Show” though I couldn’t find which episode. I have nothing more to add except tap dancing always makes me smile!
In 1905 Ferdinand Joseph LaMothe aka Jelly Roll Morton wrote “The Jelly Roll Blues” and in 1915 it became the first jazz song ever published.
And here’s his historic song:
Over the next century some absolutely amazing things happened in the world of jazz. All of which, one year ago today, led to me having something to write about in this blog!
A chat with a jazz loving friend led me to post… a video that’s no longer available but here’s something similar:
At the beginning of that first post I explained that I wanted to share some of awesome tunes culled from conversations and then, get this, at the bottom of the page I typed absolutely nothing! Can you believe it?? I continued to say nothing for three full days before I started turning this into the “Me Show” that we all know and love. It was a full three weeks before the transformation was complete. I don’t know about you but I call that remarkable restraint for an ego the size of mine!
Since then readers have been forced to plumb the depths of my clearly disturbed psyche in order to enjoy music from some of the most talented artists ever to walk the planet. I guess you’d have to decide if it’s been worth it. All I know is I’m having a blast writing this thing and as long as the soundtrack keeps coming (from people more clever than me), I will continue to perform my one woman show. (I really should be charging you people.)
Let’s swing it into year two with Sir Duke!
Every time I listen to another Bill Evans song I think “Now this is his most beautiful song” and then I hear some more. “Some Other Time” is a perfect example. I think it’s his most beautiful song.
This particular version of “Some Other Time” comes from a 1961 live recording at the Village Vanguard. Bill recorded it again in 1975 with Tony Bennett. For me the lyrics really change the mood of the song. The version I posted feels absolutely peaceful but Tony Bennet’s vocals about missed opportunities bring out the wistful qualities.
I guess missed opportunities happen to us all. I wonder if it’s even possible to always remain open and receptive to all the bounty the universe wishes to give us. Then again it’s sometimes hard to even recognize opportunities when they do crop up because the mysterious forces which guide the heavens and earth are, well… mysterious! But as long as opportunity pins me down and knocks sharply and repeatedly on my forehead with a blunt object, I’ll be sure to seize it immediately!
This particular slice of awesome is from a 1979 interview. Oscar Peterson did a fair amount of teaching and mentoring in the course of his career and he even founded a school in Toronto. I love the way he wraps words around stylistic qualities that I’ve always been able to hear but never describe. He plays snippets of probably 8 songs in this clip but he only names about half of them. Here’s the list of the ones he mentions:
“I’m Getting Sentimental Over You”
“Roses Of Picardy”
“It’s Almost Like Being In Love”
“Sweet Georgia Brown”
Hey, speaking of tales of daring tales of adventure (yes, I know, just go with it) I have one to share with you! My daughter has reached that golden age where she can make her own bowl of cereal and turn on her own cartoons in the morning which means her loving mother can sleep in! So I was still abed on Sunday morning when I was awakened by the sound 40 pounds of squealing 6 year old barreling up the stairs. “MOMMMYYY!!! There is something in our bathroom and it is brown and it has wings!”
Now my daughter has a bit of a flare for the dramatic. I have no idea where she gets it from. (yes, I know, just go with it) Naturally I assumed the simplest answer first. “It’s just a moth dear.”
There was a brief silence then the sound of retreating footsteps followed by yet another squealing advance. “Mom that is NOT a moth!”
So I stumbled sleepy eyed from my bed and into our bathroom to find a HUGE bat (“huge” here meaning tiny) looming in our door frame (“looming” here meaning huddled in the corner).
This is not my first dance with a bat in the house. We seem to get one a year. Usually it’s flying around so I grab the broom purely for holding purposes because it makes me feel proactive somehow. Then I open the door and it just flies out. This is the first bat I ever encountered in daylight, just hanging there in standard bat sleeping position. “No problem,” thought I “I can finally put that broom to good use. I’ll just gently nudge it to get it flying then open up the door so it can fly out. What could possibly go wrong?” Here’s the thing about bats: they’re nocturnal. Now, of course this isn’t news to me. I’ve seen plenty of National Geographic specials. What I didn’t know is that bats are really really serious about this nocturnal thing! When I touched my little house guest it pulled it’s little bat head out from behind it’s little bat wings and regarded me with one sleepy disgruntled little bat eye. Then it let loose a string of squeaks that, if I had had a bat to human translator, I’m sure would have insulted my parentage, questioned my species and cast aspersions on my bedroom practices! After several failed attempts to wake it and several biblical plagues ultrasonically called down upon my house, the bat finally left of it’s own accord around 9:30 that night. I am glad this year’s bat encounter is over. I sure hope next year isn’t more “exciting.” I’m not sure my heart, my broom, or my homeowner’s insurance could take it!
PS Oscar Peterson truly is awesome!