I got a response to an old comment I wrote back in Virginia from somebody who's affiliated with an orchestra whose maestro is contemplating programming Sheherajazz in the future. I hope it happens. It's not often you hear a real travesty, but this is one in spades, and it's just too much fun to listen to. You hear Sheherazade going along for a bit, and then all of a sudden -- SHAZAM! -- Skip Martin's Video All-Stars take it away! It's very brassy 1960-vintage commercial jazz! Then -- shazam -- back to the real thing, and so on, back and forth it goes, like the two combos are playing in different studios, and at the switch that decides which one gets recorded, there's a crazy monkey!
I listened to more Art Tatum today. He's the one they meant when they said "God is in the house." All the technique in the world. The specific album is a set of tapes recorded in Ray Heindorf's basement (Warner Brothers' musical director for years -- his recording of An American In Paris was the first one I really liked). Tatum's rings click on the keys, and after each performance there's a tiny scattering of applause from the lucky, lucky guys listening to him play. My office partner used to laugh at that -- this awesome performance, and then three guys clapping.
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I got a response to an old comment I wrote back in Virginia from somebody who's affiliated with an orchestra whose maestro is contemplating programming Sheherajazz in the future. I hope it happens. It's not often you hear a real travesty, but this is one in spades, and it's just too much fun to listen to. You hear Sheherazade going along for a bit, and then all of a sudden -- SHAZAM! -- Skip Martin's Video All-Stars take it away! It's very brassy 1960-vintage commercial jazz! Then -- shazam -- back to the real thing, and so on, back and forth it goes, like the two combos are playing in different studios, and at the switch that decides which one gets recorded, there's a crazy monkey!
I listened to more Art Tatum today. He's the one they meant when they said "God is in the house." All the technique in the world. The specific album is a set of tapes recorded in Ray Heindorf's basement (Warner Brothers' musical director for years -- his recording of An American In Paris was the first one I really liked). Tatum's rings click on the keys, and after each performance there's a tiny scattering of applause from the lucky, lucky guys listening to him play. My office partner used to laugh at that -- this awesome performance, and then three guys clapping.