OK Kid Rock.
OK Kid Rock.
Hate to be corny, but jeez the decades just fall away from me whenever I play this. I always want to cry, but not in a bad way.
[sigh] Fred Hersch. Wanna’ buy him a beer (or orange juice or outboard motor or novelty socks or whatever he wants). He’s SO good!!
(And this glorious disc also has James Newton on it. One of my favorite flutists of all time, though not on this track. He’s not the TV-Movie composer, though. That’s a different guy.)
Zbigniew Seifert, playing his heart out in what might’ve been his last project before his untimely passing at age 32. He used to say that he wanted to do for violin what Coltrane did for the horn. I like to imagine J.C. giving him an approving nod and an invite to jam as he reached the afterlife.
(Folks, this gorgeous LP cost me all of 49 cents. This is why you never pass the discount bins at the record store, unless your back and/or knees balk. Even then you might want to at least take a cursory flip-through. Because you never know.)
I spend as many hours with my nose in discount bins as circumstances will permit.
I’d be pawing through one right now if not for the whole, “There’s not a square-inch of space left in this house for stuff” issue.
I don’t let that stop me.
Pro tip: As long as you put the stuff in neatly stacked and squared piles, it doesn’t look nearly as bad.
One word. Well, acronym, really: TARDIS.
Let’s pretend the work week is already over, shall we?
Nothing wrong with this song except the piano should’ve dominated instead of being a frill. But WHAT a frill!
Since I mentioned 1963’s The Cool World soundtrack on another thread, here’s Diz giving it his all. (I own this on vinyl, on a double-bill with some work he did with Lalo Schifrin.)