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September Song
Tags: Chet Baker
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September 1, 2017 at 4:34 pm |
The music is very serene.
Sitting here resting after riding up Cottonwood Pass. Was very cold and windy. Not sure how many passes I have left in me. Hard to come from the flats and rolling hills and hit the top of the Continental Divide within a week of getting here. But the good news is that I’m in great shape now…until I go back to the flats and rollers.
September 1, 2017 at 4:39 pm |
O, yeah, it will get brisk up there in mountain-goat country. My man Hal down Weirdcliffe way has been grousing about the “summer” weather for the better part of quite some time now, and he’s only at around 8,800 feet. Well done, Sharon.
September 1, 2017 at 5:14 pm |
nice.
September 1, 2017 at 7:55 pm |
Chet Baker one of a kind.
September 2, 2017 at 7:12 am |
He was a troubled soul, Chet was. But he made beautiful music. What is it about the arts and addiction? They so often seem to go hand in hand.
September 1, 2017 at 8:16 pm |
That was really nice. I get hung up on the jazz guitar. That sound is hard to find.
September 2, 2017 at 7:39 am |
I was late to jazz, unless you count the big-band music my parents were always playing. Sort of back-doored my way in through fusion and soul jazz, like a lot of folks, I imagine — Stanley Turrentine, The Crusaders (saw them in Oregon), Weather Report, Return to Forever, and what have you.
Then came Claude Bolling and Jean-Pierre Rampal (“Suite for Flute and Jazz Piano”), Herbie Mann (met him in Weirdcliffe), Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Ornette Coleman, and shit, the hits just kept on coming.
We used to hit a little jazz club in Denver, El Chapultepec, before LoDo was LoDo. Good times.
September 2, 2017 at 11:50 am |
I never embraced jazz, especially modern jazz, as a genre. But jazz guitar players have always fascinated me; they get a sound from those arch top guitars and tube amps that just grabs me. So, I started listening to Wes Montgomery, lots of George Benson, John Pizzarelli and others like them. Like this.
September 2, 2017 at 1:02 pm |
Nice. A real old-school flair there. Did I ever mention a cousin, Joseph Thompson, is a classical guitarist? Only the one CD out, I think, but some really beautiful work.
September 2, 2017 at 1:13 pm |
Wow!
September 2, 2017 at 1:47 pm |
Shoot, I forgot about George Benson. He could make the strings sing.
And Grover Washington Jr.! I found a couple of his albums in my vinyl collection.
Also, and too, Tom Scott and the L.A. Express. Jesus, we’re getting deep into the fusion weeds here.
September 2, 2017 at 3:13 pm |
Let’s not forget Spyro Gyra. And Benoit Freeman Project. Larry Carlton, too. Although the name of the group he belonged to escapes me.
September 4, 2017 at 9:44 am
Larry was one of the rotating studio musicians in Steely Dan as well. I don’t remember which songs though.
September 2, 2017 at 3:22 pm |
Holy hell, Spyro Gyra. There’s a name I haven’t heard in eons.
Listening to Miles Davis right now. “Kind of Blue.” More of an evening sound, I think. I may need to crank up something with more of a daylight vibe to it.
September 2, 2017 at 7:36 pm |
I ended up going with Steve Earle, “El Corazón.”
September 2, 2017 at 8:15 pm |
We went with Spryo Gyra’s Morning Dance album during lunch. Sandy loves pan music, so the title track is our favorite.
September 3, 2017 at 3:48 pm |
walter becker is dead
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/walter-becker-steely-dan-co-founder-dead-at-67-w500956
September 3, 2017 at 8:17 pm |
I saw that, Carl. Too young. Here’s the NYT’s obit.
Also, poet John Ashbery has checked out. Jeez, everyone’s hitting the door running, seems like.
September 3, 2017 at 8:23 pm |
‘Cept us!