Evans and Cobb start the song with a sound akin to fuzzy blue slippers sliding upon hardwood floors, strings, and ivory.

you might have heard something similar the next morning after waking up on the couch of the party house next door and assessing your receipts.

everything quiet and peaceful, people shuffling around and starting to clean up in a lazy way, until somebody goes and drops a cannonball full of adderall into the middle of the pool.

i guess we're all here until tomorrow now

not sure why, but tonight the tubular al-go-rhythm introduced me again to this masterpiece from Alice so i thought i'd remind us all with a quote-post

as much of a chance i've had to know notes, i sure the hell don't remember them now.

but the upside is finding the beat probably only takes two thigh slaps before you're elbows deep in the pocket

that's why it is so dangerous for me to click on miles Davis posts. If my defenses are down, the music goes straight to my brain and all I can do is listen to miles davis.

I can't even begin to find the words to describe how great this vid is:





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recently been pondering upon jazz musicians and their inherent connection to the instruments they play.

i'm not sure there are many more passionate than the one between Akiyoshi, her ten fingers, and the eighty-eight piano keys connected to the equivalent number of hammers on the strings of this striking composition.



thank you Mack for initially sharing her music with me.

The discoverer

ask your son peter if posting any song by that musician is the equivalent to discovering a cheat code and i would hope the answer is yes.
forget the wrists, Oscar Peterson was slinging keys from the elbows and shoulders

Pat Metheny

I don't think this is the Mocambo recording, but it is still Toshiko 2 years later in 1956.

i can't help but smile while watching that

Recruited Grace Kelly for a fundraising concert when she was 17 years old. She didn't sing then.



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https://www.kcur.org/arts-life/2023-...s-city-theater

Richard Davis on bass:



Saluting Monk (and his hat and beard), and competing with Dolphy's Bass Clarinet for possession of the bass line.

Mandatory A+

obligatory A+
i've come to think the song is an exploration of how much you can get away with while under the gaze of a strict tone and tempo march and not step completely out of bounds

i'm quick to admit this post is like cheating

Buddy Rich from 1974


his posture sculpted from the weight shouldered for decades carrying wooden batons across the bridge he formed between Gene Krupa and future popular drummers.

Max Roach

Tony Williams
Elvin Jones
Billy Cobham
Philly Joe

Bill Ward
Ginger Baker
Gonzo Bonham
Keith Moon

Neil Peart
Danny Carey
after that, **** gets hairy

how many decades should we have expected Traps the Drum Wonder to be the king of percussion once we saw this?

First Kenny Clarke, Then Art Blakey.

Eric Dolphy, Coleman Hawkins, Mal Waldron, and Max Roach, among others, on Straight Ahead, Abbey Lincoln's great album.



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I am going to have to find out who this lady is.

Meanwhile, in Rhode Island...

in many hypothetical ways you can connect the work of Arnold Schoenberg: Verklärte Nacht to avant garde jazz

if you don't know it, please don't google just yet

i suggest instead you find the headphones and put them on,

next find the correct atmospheric leisure suit enhancements to stretch your ears out across the boundary of your preferred head space

this version is performed by the Norwegian Chamber Orchestra almost a decade ago.

first thing worth noting is no apparent use of sheet music.

next is how the stage lighting and musician movement exquisitely emphasizes audible human attempts at hummingbird murmuration.

2024 will mark a century plus a quarter years from when the song was originally written.