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Good Night
Oct. 25th, 2021 12:02 am
Oct. 25th, 2021
Jazzy's Post Midnight Prog and Jazz
Oct. 25th, 2021 12:34 amYeah, all kind of groovy man
Egg - Enneagram
Recorded at Saturn Studios, Worthing, August 1974.
Dave Stewart - organ, piano
Mont Campbell - bass
Clive Brooks - drums
Catapilla - If Could Only Happen To Me (1972)
Mike Westbrook - Metropolis 9
Matching Mole - Part Of The Dance
ENJOY
Egg - Enneagram
Recorded at Saturn Studios, Worthing, August 1974.
Dave Stewart - organ, piano
Mont Campbell - bass
Clive Brooks - drums
Catapilla - If Could Only Happen To Me (1972)
Mike Westbrook - Metropolis 9
Matching Mole - Part Of The Dance
ENJOY
More from the great Horace Tapscott -
Horace Tapscott Conducting The Pan-Afrikan Peoples Arkestra - The Call (1978)
00:00 A1. The Call
08:25 A2. Quagmire Manor At Five A.M.
18:57 B1. Nakatini Suite
28:05 B2. Peyote Song No. III
Recorded April 8, 1978 Los Angeles, California.
The second LP by Horace Tapscott's Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra (a 16-piece trumpet-less big band) has four lengthy selections; three originals by bandmembers plus Cal Massey's "Nakatini Suite". Best-known among the sidemen are veteran Red Callender (doubling on tuba and bass) and the powerful altoist Michael Session. Many of the other players (including the pianist-leader) have some space to stretch out and the ensembles (with their unusual voicings and free spots) are quite colorful.
Personnel:
Alto Clarinet – Herbert Callies
Alto Saxophone – Michael Session
Bass – David Bryant, Kamonta Lawrence Polk
Cello, Bass – Louis Spears
Conductor, Piano – Horace Tapscott
Drums – Everett Brown Jr.
Flute, Soprano Saxophone – Kafi Larry Roberts
Leader, Soprano Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone, Flute [Bamboo] – Jesse Sharps
Percussion, Drums – William Madison
Piano – Linda Hill
Producer – Horace Tapscott, Tom Albach
Tenor Saxophone, Bass Clarinet – James Andrews
Trombone – Archie Johnson, Lester Robertson
Tuba, Bass – Red Callendar
Vocals, Flute – Adele Sebastian
ENJOY
Horace Tapscott Conducting The Pan-Afrikan Peoples Arkestra - The Call (1978)
00:00 A1. The Call
08:25 A2. Quagmire Manor At Five A.M.
18:57 B1. Nakatini Suite
28:05 B2. Peyote Song No. III
Recorded April 8, 1978 Los Angeles, California.
The second LP by Horace Tapscott's Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra (a 16-piece trumpet-less big band) has four lengthy selections; three originals by bandmembers plus Cal Massey's "Nakatini Suite". Best-known among the sidemen are veteran Red Callender (doubling on tuba and bass) and the powerful altoist Michael Session. Many of the other players (including the pianist-leader) have some space to stretch out and the ensembles (with their unusual voicings and free spots) are quite colorful.
Personnel:
Alto Clarinet – Herbert Callies
Alto Saxophone – Michael Session
Bass – David Bryant, Kamonta Lawrence Polk
Cello, Bass – Louis Spears
Conductor, Piano – Horace Tapscott
Drums – Everett Brown Jr.
Flute, Soprano Saxophone – Kafi Larry Roberts
Leader, Soprano Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone, Flute [Bamboo] – Jesse Sharps
Percussion, Drums – William Madison
Piano – Linda Hill
Producer – Horace Tapscott, Tom Albach
Tenor Saxophone, Bass Clarinet – James Andrews
Trombone – Archie Johnson, Lester Robertson
Tuba, Bass – Red Callendar
Vocals, Flute – Adele Sebastian
ENJOY
The Police
Oct. 25th, 2021 10:07 amThis has been rolling around my head all morning - perhaps a social distancing tune .. LOL!!
The Police - Don't Stand So Close To Me
Great tune either way.
Strangely enough, Sting, aka Gordon Sumner (no relationship alas) was a teacher. He taught at St Paul's First School in Cramlington for two years.
The Police - Don't Stand So Close To Me
Great tune either way.
Strangely enough, Sting, aka Gordon Sumner (no relationship alas) was a teacher. He taught at St Paul's First School in Cramlington for two years.
Out-Bloody-Rageous
Oct. 25th, 2021 10:38 amLive concert vid of the damn bloody good Soft Machine with Robert Wyatt on drums -
Soft Machine Alive in Paris 1970 - Out-Bloody-Rageous
Line-up / Musicians
- Hugh Hopper / bass guitars
- Robert Wyatt / drums, vocals
- Mike Ratledge / lowrey organ
- Elton Dean / Alto saxophone, saxello
- Lyn Dobson / Soprano saxophone, harmonica, flute, voice
ENJOY AND PLAY LOUF
Soft Machine Alive in Paris 1970 - Out-Bloody-Rageous
Line-up / Musicians
- Hugh Hopper / bass guitars
- Robert Wyatt / drums, vocals
- Mike Ratledge / lowrey organ
- Elton Dean / Alto saxophone, saxello
- Lyn Dobson / Soprano saxophone, harmonica, flute, voice
ENJOY AND PLAY LOUF
Monday Musings
Oct. 25th, 2021 10:46 pmWell, it started being a nice sunny until mid-afternoon when it rained for at least an hour before settling back. I walked into town during the late morning whilst it was still gloriously mild and sunny. I had another package to send off anyway and after doing that I popped into my local for a few beers. Ewart phoned me to say he was coming to Faversham, so he joined me for some beers. We ended up having six in total. The best ale of the day had to be this one.
Great name for a beer. Beer was lively and delicious and not dead like the parrot.
Great name for a beer. Beer was lively and delicious and not dead like the parrot.
Just Wondering
Oct. 25th, 2021 11:34 pmWhat was the most important appointment or deadline you missed?
What’s fine in small numbers but terrifying in large numbers?
What always cheers you up when you think about it?
What’s fine in small numbers but terrifying in large numbers?
What always cheers you up when you think about it?
Jerome K. Jerome "Three Men In A Boat" (Penguin Classics)
This is meandering and relatable and silly and almost infinitely charming. It’s pastiche and satire and travelogue and slice-of-life all rolled into one, with an unreliable narrator, long set-ups to the jokes, and pratfalls. So many pratfalls. Victorian literature this is not! Except that, of course, it is.
I’m still mulling over how Jerome made this work. It shouldn’t. There’s no plot or character development, just a series of moments and memories and general buffoonery. There’s barely even dialogue as we’re used to it! But the characters, especially the narrator J, absolutely shine, and everything from the episodes to the colloquial narration feels timeless and familiar.
I think the real beauty of this book is that it works on many levels, because while I’m talking up the “look at this doofuses” comedy stuff, this is also a travelogue. It does tell you the sites and the history and the good pubs. It just also happens to be so over-the-top about it that it becomes a parody of travel guides—and there is the time capsule aspect too. Jerome’s portrait of English life and the Thames Valley of the 1880s is perfect. It’s a reminder that however stuffy the Victorians seem, they also had a fabulous sense of humour about themselves.
Recommended to anyone who likes silly British people or silly British books, but especially to fans of P.G. Wodehouse.
Warnings: One instance of the n-slur. Two instances of the g-slur within a single paragraph. One use of “Oriental” in reference to fashion. Victorian opinions of women not necessarily shared by the author.
This is meandering and relatable and silly and almost infinitely charming. It’s pastiche and satire and travelogue and slice-of-life all rolled into one, with an unreliable narrator, long set-ups to the jokes, and pratfalls. So many pratfalls. Victorian literature this is not! Except that, of course, it is.
I’m still mulling over how Jerome made this work. It shouldn’t. There’s no plot or character development, just a series of moments and memories and general buffoonery. There’s barely even dialogue as we’re used to it! But the characters, especially the narrator J, absolutely shine, and everything from the episodes to the colloquial narration feels timeless and familiar.
I think the real beauty of this book is that it works on many levels, because while I’m talking up the “look at this doofuses” comedy stuff, this is also a travelogue. It does tell you the sites and the history and the good pubs. It just also happens to be so over-the-top about it that it becomes a parody of travel guides—and there is the time capsule aspect too. Jerome’s portrait of English life and the Thames Valley of the 1880s is perfect. It’s a reminder that however stuffy the Victorians seem, they also had a fabulous sense of humour about themselves.
Recommended to anyone who likes silly British people or silly British books, but especially to fans of P.G. Wodehouse.
Warnings: One instance of the n-slur. Two instances of the g-slur within a single paragraph. One use of “Oriental” in reference to fashion. Victorian opinions of women not necessarily shared by the author.
Jerome K. Jerome "Three Men In A Boat" (Penguin Classics)
This is meandering and relatable and silly and almost infinitely charming. It’s pastiche and satire and travelogue and slice-of-life all rolled into one, with an unreliable narrator, long set-ups to the jokes, and pratfalls. So many pratfalls. Victorian literature this is not! Except that, of course, it is.
I’m still mulling over how Jerome made this work. It shouldn’t. There’s no plot or character development, just a series of moments and memories and general buffoonery. There’s barely even dialogue as we’re used to it! But the characters, especially the narrator J, absolutely shine, and everything from the episodes to the colloquial narration feels timeless and familiar.
I think the real beauty of this book is that it works on many levels, because while I’m talking up the “look at this doofuses” comedy stuff, this is also a travelogue. It does tell you the sites and the history and the good pubs. It just also happens to be so over-the-top about it that it becomes a parody of travel guides—and there is the time capsule aspect too. Jerome’s portrait of English life and the Thames Valley of the 1880s is perfect. It’s a reminder that however stuffy the Victorians seem, they also had a fabulous sense of humour about themselves.
Recommended to anyone who likes silly British people or silly British books, but especially to fans of P.G. Wodehouse.
Warnings: One instance of the n-slur. Two instances of the g-slur within a single paragraph. One use of “Oriental” in reference to fashion. Victorian opinions of women not necessarily shared by the author.
This is meandering and relatable and silly and almost infinitely charming. It’s pastiche and satire and travelogue and slice-of-life all rolled into one, with an unreliable narrator, long set-ups to the jokes, and pratfalls. So many pratfalls. Victorian literature this is not! Except that, of course, it is.
I’m still mulling over how Jerome made this work. It shouldn’t. There’s no plot or character development, just a series of moments and memories and general buffoonery. There’s barely even dialogue as we’re used to it! But the characters, especially the narrator J, absolutely shine, and everything from the episodes to the colloquial narration feels timeless and familiar.
I think the real beauty of this book is that it works on many levels, because while I’m talking up the “look at this doofuses” comedy stuff, this is also a travelogue. It does tell you the sites and the history and the good pubs. It just also happens to be so over-the-top about it that it becomes a parody of travel guides—and there is the time capsule aspect too. Jerome’s portrait of English life and the Thames Valley of the 1880s is perfect. It’s a reminder that however stuffy the Victorians seem, they also had a fabulous sense of humour about themselves.
Recommended to anyone who likes silly British people or silly British books, but especially to fans of P.G. Wodehouse.
Warnings: One instance of the n-slur. Two instances of the g-slur within a single paragraph. One use of “Oriental” in reference to fashion. Victorian opinions of women not necessarily shared by the author.
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