CATCHING A JAZZ BUG!
The first time of an awareness and tiny understanding of stretching the simple toward interesting and complex was on a Summer Sunday on the cement slab in our yard we called a patio. I turned the radio on and it was tuned to Wvon and on Sunday Midday Daddio Daily played Jazz and I heard him introduce a song with a reverence that kept me listening. It was John Coltrane’s version of My Favorite Things.. The stuff that had seemed odd to me about Jazz all of a sudden made sense. The lack of vocals and diversion from the melody at abrupt intervals I at first thought off putting but I heard the words on Coltrane’s horn so Stately ..,brown paper packages tied up with string …it was way more than satisfying
The improvisation laid on top an Elvin Jones blanket of urgent percussive chords such that our ears were able to sense when the actual melody had to be tagged and when I could hear how far away Trane might be and like there was no time and that he had stranded himself but he always caught the unison as McCoy and Elvin segued back to the actual chart and melody. It for me set me on a humbling journey , chasing with fervor the magical improvisation and genius of Jazz
This Genre constantly inspires and delivers the gift of Prodigy. What more can one ask for ?
Bobby O
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Damn man. A wonderful piece
Damn man. A wonderful piece
Damn man. A wonderful piece
That means a lot. I tried to create the feel the reader was there with me. Thanks for keeping up and poking me here and there. You are the dude, Stand Up, when I move you move, Just like dat!
I like the cut of your jib my good man .. and what's more todays offering make absolute and perfect sense .. I experienced the very same thing many years ago now .. but still in awe of it .. Neville
Simpatico !
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the Coltrane album cover. Love him. My brother and I just listened to him the other day. He soars on this one. Thank you for this writing and paying tribute to a true genius. Who's next? Mingus, Monk?
A Monk themed with action and Monks compositions as descriptive directorial
Missing Aunt Carol
Both heard the call. "Straight no Chaser" said it all. Barkeep readied Scotch, kept neat. The 88's tingled a most disharmonious beat, Round Midnight he displayed , unashamed, teary eyes that clue those who care to look, his walk through hated change, his grief, hazed fog,pervasive funk. He tipped his glass, longed for one last smile, Aunt Carol, he, and Thelonius Monk!
Bobby O

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Superb work.
Very kind. I really like the fact we have similar tastes in music.
A most beautiful description of what jazz is and why it is so seductive and satisfying. I feel like I need a cigarette after listening to it. Nicely written Bobby
Way cool. Wondering if you’ve watched the video where I compare Hip Hop and Jazz?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbv3oTzM6gk
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