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Monday, February 06, 2006

To carry on with the 20's theme I started with "Sally Brown":

I love the Canadian Brass. I have their Red Hot Jazz CD in my car and I listen to it all the time. The trumpet work in "Black Bottom Stomp" is so delicate you would swear you're listening to traditional Dixieland clarinet. "Kitten on the Keys" is just delightful. The conversation that takes place between different instruments in "Mamie's Blues", plus the triple-against-duple rhythm, is really cool. But my favorite track is "12th Street Rag". The rhythms get more and more complex through the piece. The trouble is that they get stuck in my head, and when I'm at work doing the usual tedious paperwork I have to do I find myself tapping those rhythms out with my pen. I know it probably drives my office mate nuts.

Among others, I also have the Essential Canadian Brass CD. I like it well enough but it jumps a bit from one style to another. There are two tracks that I'd add to my "Red Hot Jazz" CD if I could. One is "Beale Street Blues", which features the same conversation-among-instruments thing that "Mamie's Blues" has. The other is "Tuba Tiger Rag". "Tiger Rag" is also known as "Hold That Tiger" and it's been a favorite fight song for college football teams for decades. This version, which features their world-class tuba player, makes you feel like you're at a football game wearing a raccoon coat and drinking a toddy.

I'd rip some of these tracks and upload mp3s for the listening pleasure of the cool cats who read my blog, but since they're copyrighted, that would be illegal.

2 comments:

'Thought & Humor' said...

.
If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
wins out. Love never
gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.

May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy

Laura(southernxyl) said...

Bible-spam. That's a new one on me. Well, it could certainly be worse. This is one of my favorite passages.