just heard "dream lover" by bobby darin when I was on hold calling a company (Gericke GmbH: 0049-7731 929-0, ask for Mr Klein!)...
always a nice song...
... Lunch was always a Cappuccino with a Cream Cheese Salad sandwich on Brown at the old Scott's, New Row, just by James where we bought striped watchstraps for our Timexs... At Scott's we only ever sat in the basement. Plotting requires being in a basement I feel...
Lunch was pivotal as it was when you reviewed your morning's work: Records, Shoes, Shirts, and it was also when you planned the evening.
Afternoons were for drinking and/or scoring.
Then back to mine, as it was nearest, to iron anything or just to dump bags.
And then The Night, spread out under a Navy Tonic sky... The Number 19 from Sloane Square to Piccadilly, up top and up the front if you could - Just to get the full effect. Pop 'something' by the Ritz so when the neon of The Circus hit you you'd be in the right place to appreciate it. Pile out down the stairs at the stop just by Simpson's and weave through the cars, cabs and pedestrians to Rent Central (Wimpy/Burger King/Mc D.'s - It's been so many things) above Eros to see who's in. That's where you'd see the Surbiton boys, Up West & up for sale.
Socialising over, there would be the rounds to make - And I must write about The Evening Circuit which was different to The Day Circuit. For instance, we only ever went to the Salt Beef place on Windmill Street in the evenings where we'd nab the window seats, if we could, for another sandwich and a coffee before club time... Another option was The New Piccadilly if we were starved - It all depended on the afternoon's consumption.
'Appy days...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-5LwRinkJ0
Worth your time...
Coltrane Ballards: http://tanakanews.com/narumi/jazz.cd.ballads.jpg
Elaine is trying to sleep off lunch next door... http://www.grainbarge.co.uk/gfx/historymain.jpg
I'm rather happy that the world of pretend Ivy fans leave 'Trane alone & just pick on Miles. It says a lot.
...
Its obvious that they choose Miles. A middle class pretend bad boy, schooled in classical music and the art of the ballad. And, they don't dig Miles's electric period when he was burning out on coke and letting his girlfriend dress him like a tart. Really, this is the period, sartorially speaking that should appeal to trads, as he is so badly dressed, just like them.
Donald Byrd's horn had more punch, aggressiveness and hard bop sensibility. Lee Morgan more junkie desperate soul.
Chet? They don't dig Chet, too homoerotic for them.
Ultimately, Miles is not Picasso, he is more like Elvis, which phase of his is your favourite?
The obvious phase - I was playing Steamin' the other day. A real revolution to me when I first heard it in '78 - And that's absolutely what I think of when I hear it now - That sense of discovery and freshness which meant so much to me back then. Just a few bars and I can reconnect with... whatever all that was all about for me.
Love Blue Moods too.
An excellent choice. A couple of years ago, after I had already commenced my own vinyl revival I went with a work colleague one Saturday afternoon to an up market record hi-fi shop in the Hague. Specialised in record players only, no CD's, purely analogue turn tables and valve amplifiers for the audiophile market.
After a couple of minutes of discussion we went upstairs to the audition room. The salesman guessed quite rightly that Miles would go down a treat - Relaxin'. The guy asked us did we like Miles, of course, Miles, we dig Miles, nodding in hipness. The first side was played through an amplifier that resembled something out of Fritz Laing's Metropolis.
The space between the various instruments was phenomenal - you could feel it. Tremendous. And so was the price around 4,000 Euros for the amplifier.
My colleague was determined to buy it, and I was too. He had arranged a party and asked me to DJ, brought all my sound system round - DJ Maestro type set that would lead into the wee wee hours of liquid MDMA bliss with Italian soundtracks. Sadly, he invited several Italians from work who don't drink and soffed in Italian isolationist at the thought that anyone could be so archaic as still to play records.
So, sadly, as the Italians were paying my colleagues wages, he decided to stick to the compact sound of CD's and is now stuck in Milano pretending that it is something other than another Manchester.
Tina Brooks' 'True Blue' on just now.
http://img01.hamazo.tv/usr/analog/albumcoverTinaBrooks-TrueBlue.jpg
- One for Aljazz.
... Miles... 'Kind Of Blue' for me (although I knew it before from my Uncle) is Ian Strachan, The Ivy SHop and Hill Rise, Richmond. He suggested we put a record on & I chose KOB.
http://ohqueen.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/miles-davis-kind-of-blue.jpg
He gave me one nod as I came down the stairs from the back into the shop.
- Which from him was a universe of agreement.
And one nod from Ian is worth all your internet has to offer and much, much more...
... Like a smile from John Rushton, or Mr. Simons raising his eyebrows, suddenly fired up and launching into one of his riffs on Ivy. He talks Jazz, he walks Jazz.
Top Cat, The Guv. - Have I ever mentioned?
Whatever - You all owe him your Traddy or Ivy Internet. Fact!
j.
Wondering if anyone digs Paul Gonsalves' tenor playing?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RaRVGovs-g&feature=related
This clip epitomises the solo work that became his trademark-listen to his invention, and lack of repitition. It's awesome.
I have a copy somewhere of the '56 Newport Jazz Festival on vinyl. There is a tune on there called 'Diminuendo and crescendo in blue'-Gonsalves produces a 27 chorus bridge on it to the same standard as the above clip. Mindblowing.
It's worth a listen, although I know big band doesn't sit with everyone.
Mark
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Sunny in the big city today, so I'm really feeling 'Oh By The Way' by Art Blakey.
Can be heard here http://www.myspace.com/artblakey4
Been seriously digging Saint John Coltrane over the last couple of evenings, man that cat was closing in on some mystical spiritual groove towards the end. Maybe that was it, he went into the mystic and it killed him.
Alabama on Jazz Casual, a place no stranger to Ivy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j_TDoOPnIA
Serious liquid MDMA bliss:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyKFuBKbFNQ
Sex Mob - You Only Live Twice
Maybe not really in the same ball park but one of my favorites:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31pMp7U03iM
They use to be a black metal band once upon a time.
And this one..setting Rimbaud to music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ejSjKFpQF0
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Got 'The Sidewinder' on this morning - It still works, doesn't it?
Wot an old chestnut!
Just revisiting Integrity Vol. 1 by Corporation of One, 'The music is not only just music.' An inspired stroll through Jazz IMVHO.
More corporate ideals to contemplate:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpVJznODHwQ&feature=related
Thievery Corporation - Sun, Moon and Stars
^Good stuff, I own a few of their albums i.e. "The Richest Man In Babylon" and "The Cosmic Game".
^They are indeed pretty damn good. Tangerine Dream are playing in Delft the end of March:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mq63YQyN6B4
Hooligan/Tangerine Dream remix - White Eagle
There was a time, a brief flicker, when electronic music was going to replace classical and jazz music, this was it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PkJgY7NuFk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUUkBFhQW2o&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiAEDiD-FQI&feature=related
Never to be surpassed, Poland, The Warsaw Concert, Tangerine Dream
Until I was well into my thirties, all the most important of my relationships were with prostitutes. In honour of them:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jESRQDzqVdc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0ZTIwAlerI
For Hepcat:
William Blake (his favorite of mine) set to electro rock madness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5Hm0OjGtH0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isZ-8uvWpU0
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Blake's prophecies are an eternal message to the sons and daughters of Albion, at one time, I considered the possibility that his texts where tools
of magik art. Perhaps only Shelley is equally relevent to this specific moment in time when late 18th/early 19th century poetry provides a more fitting commentry to the mediocre elite leading our sons and daughters to the poor house.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw3Trh10Jr8
Sun Ra - Angels and Demons at Play
ozymandias? always thought more in terms of yeats (the best men lack all conviction...while the worst are full of passionate intensity) though the title of a certain dostoevsky novel fits a number of national/ world leaders of the past 30-odd years....thats my wasted nothing-to-do-with-ivy thought for the wee hours of sunday anyways.