Ben Webster was a great big man who was probably called "The Frog" as much for his deep croaking saxophone, as he was for his rather amphibian features. His 1957 album Soulville is about some luscious ice clinking in a glass, as cigarette smoke spirals to the ceiling, kind of shit. Maybe you're down 'cause some skirt got your spinach, and some bent coppers played a little chin music on you down at the clubhouse, but all that flim flam is behind you now, pal. Relax with some hooch and maybe even a juju, and the smooth moan of Ben Webster's horn.
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Best description yet. You're a smooth cat, Dekker.
Thanks for this, Aesop. Your foray into jazz matches my own swim through the jazz waters recently -- been taking a break from my steady diet of metal and absorbing some of the great tenormen over the last few weeks. Coltrane, Hawkins, Henderson, Rouse, Gordon, Shorter...so nice to add another one to my playlist.
This is wny i love this blog. Big ups. Looking forward to that agalloch tour, too.
Agreed!
Well played, sir.
This blog is the shit.
Thanks again and again for your work. (and again)
Etan, all those are great, also Jackie Mclean and Hank Mobley deserve mention.
These lossy mpeg layer threes sound so awesome on my 2" pc speakers do you have any Winger or White Lion?
It's always great when shitty internet kids complain about something they get for free.
He was more commonly called "The Brute", cause he would kick the shit out of you for calling him "Frog".
very smooth! i like this kind of jazz very much. mingus and dolphy albums are also cool, but it's a bit tough listen for me. too many things happening at once :) this is nice, relaxed... just the way i like it! many thanx for widening my horizons!
roman
Sitting here a couple hours after an early morning breakfast of CannaButter toast and English Bacon when the aching saxophone of "Where Are You?" whisks me away from reality to bask in the glow of our collective consciousness and all those with whom we lay and lie in darkness.
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