Author Archives: steve
HOF Huff – Danger, May Contain Larry Walker Rant
A Little Winter Music
Autumn Nocturne
The Doerr Closes
Death Takes A Halladay
Maybe I’m Not So Jaded After All
Trumpet Tales
Joey Gallo, Master of the Accidental Single
The Ghost of Harvey Haddix Checks In
Blue and Sedimental
Geri Allen
Vin
Patti Bown – Overcoming In Triplicate
Great Irish Pianists, Redux
I’ve expanded on yesterday’s St. Patrick’s Day post with a few small improvements and the addition of two more modern Irish jazz pianists I’d overlooked, McCoy Tyner, and Joanne Brackeen, suggested by one of the many enjoyable comments left. I’ve also included a joke which demonstrates the difference between “lace-curtain” and “thatched-roof” Irish, so readers may want to revisit yesterday’s post. Or not.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day from the Great Irish Pianists
The Shorter Porter
Horace Parlan, R.I.P.
Take Me Out, Coach
Dressing Down for Winter
Snow Business
Music Is the Reason ‘Tis the Season
So Long, Mose
Remembering Bob Cranshaw
Dimentia Internetus
Barney Kessel, Redux
Barney Kessel: I Took A Trip On A Train
A Halloween Story
Back When Tattoos Cost A Nickel and Steam Was King
Stop the Insanity!
The Hank Aaron of Third Base
Wrap Your Troubles in Bombs
Ichiro: A Baseball Artist Reaches 3,000
Taken, Given
Jazz String Theory
Big Papi, Not Going Gently
How Are These with Guacamole?
Leicester Leaps In
Oopsie!
The post just issued (“Ernie Watts, Brad Goode & Stylistic Diversity”) may have seemed more rambling than usual, and much shorter, not to mention incomplete, all for good reason. I was working on the article, got distracted and clicked on the ‘publish’ button, located just below the ‘save’ button, sending it out to the airwaves accidentally, long before it was finished. It’s a good thing I don’t work in the field of geopolitics or securities trading.
For those of you wondering what any of this abortive ‘post’ has to do with Ernie Watts or Brad Goode, well, you’ll have to wait until the rest of the article comes out. Not on this site, mind you, but in the next issue of WholeNote magazine. Yes, I’m afraid this is what may be called an “unintentional preview”, a pitfall of a butterfingers like me working in a digital, Internet medium such as this. I’m surprised I haven’t done something like this before and I’ll try to be more careful not to repeat it in the future…….but don’t hold your breath.
Mea Culpa and Cheers.
Evans Above, Happy St. Patrick’s Day
A Kinder, Gentler Roy
A Trip To the Moon with Roy & Diz
Nothin’ Up Our Sleeves…..
Warren Vache Is Coming To Town
Embraceable & Irreplaceable
Atypic-Lee
Lucky Tuesday – Appendix
Tuesday – YouTube’s Way Smarter than Google, Eh?
These Are….. the Days of the Week
Auld Clang Syne – Redux
I’ve added a couple of stories to my last post, both of which came to me later amid all the NYE gig memories. One of them is about Rob McConnell and has nothing to do with NYE except that it was prompted by the joke about the pianist who knows only three tunes. The other is a cherished NYE memory of Alice Allair, one of many I have about that dear and now much-missed lady. Sorry for the late inclusions, but I feel both stories are worth the rereading and as usual. there’s no admission fee.
Again, Flappy Glue Near.
Auld Clang Syne
Birth of the Yule
Paris; Vernon Duke & The Armour of Music
So Long, Archie
Guitar Hero
A Goose by Any Other Name
This Swobodes Well…..
The Heart Is A Lonely Bunter
A Tempest in a Turbot
“Jazz” Sleeps With the Fishes – Would You Like Fries With That?
Gunther Schuller
Beachcombing
R.I.P. Lenny Boyd
Ornette, Redux
Ornette
Used To Be, Still Is
More Gremlims
Tricotism
Sorry About That, Folks!
In A Mellow Zone; Lax Reality
Mo Woe
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Claude Thornhill & Gently Falling Snow
Contra Contrafact
Happy 90th to The Jazz Angel
Who Was It Wrote That Song?
Aural Hygiene, Part Two
When A Man Loves A Movie
The Truthful Edge of Big Joe Turner
A Gentle Whirlpool of Music
Before It Disappears Altogether, “Merry Christmas”
Blogus Disappearus & The Cyber Attack Jim-Jams
Blogus Interruptus
Why We Live Indoors
Someone Has To Blink First
L.D.S. = Lively, Dramatic, Surprising
October Salamis
Season Wrap
The Mystery and Grace of JERU
Jazz Cooking: A Bolognese-Puttanesca Hybrid
The Thrill of First-Nighting
The Strange Case of Osie Johnson
A ‘Bone For All Seasons
Young Man With Some Corn
Bill Harris, Trombone Surrealist
Brazilian Players Blame Rout on Using Wrong Hairspray
The following jokes about yesterday’s unbelievable 7-1 drubbing of Brazil by Germany in the World Cup semi-final were rolling around in my head when I woke up this morning. I’m not sure they’re that funny, but I am pretty sure this means I need help.
Q: How do you make a Brazilian soccer player stand tall?
A : Give him feet.
Q : How do you make a Brazilian soccer player run?
A : Turn his countrymen loose on him.
Q : Why was Brazil’s keeper Julio Cesar so often out of position yesterday?
A : He was busy doing an interview with Jian Ghomeshi.
Q : Why did Germany score so much in yesterday’s game?
A : They’ve always been a very goal-oriented people.
Yesterday’s match was not even Kroos, Brazil looked like a Lahm being led to slaughter. They scored one late goal, but got no Klose.
By the time it was 2-0, you Khedira pin drop in the stadium, it was Ozil quiet.
Of manager Phil Scolari, Brazilian supporters were heard to Mertesacker him. But Germany’s manager had to Loew the result.
Schurrle this spells the end of any Brazilian notions of football supremacy.
Abject apologies and Go Netherlands!