Fifth Tambourine

::from a young age you sang me to sleep
except you didn't know
in the rain i've waited for hours
to see your show

i would travel in your band
playing the fifth tambourine
i would travel in your van
singing the fifth harmony

tell me where did you get your guitar
where'd you get your clothes
when i read that you made up your name
then i changed my own

i would travel in your band
playing the fifth tambourine
i would travel in your van
driving you safe while you sleep

there is nowhere else i belong
i want to live inside your song
take me away from all i know
i want to live inside your song



So disappointed Castledoor is no longer a band :(

Here's to a sad day

Vinylophile

::I'm becoming obsessed with vinyl. Something about the way the cartridge hits the grooves of the vinyl. I have yet to learn the terms of a turntable, but I found this website for any newbies like myself. It's incredibly helpful!

Went to Hot Poop today in Walla, Walla and bought a Count Basie album, live in Japan waaaay back in '78. Also purchased Ella and Duke doing a nice duo. Two high class musicians need to make music together. I appreciate Ella and Duke doing this. Looking forward to hearing what they have to say!

On another note, I went to Jazz Alley in Seattle for the first time Friday night. I saw the great PONCHO SANCHEZ! That man and his band had a huge sound. They never sounded tense and the whole time they were relaxed (maybe too relaxed, and Poncho even approved of beer being based their way on stage ;)) It was fun meeting him after the show. He was in the green room with the door shut but I knocked anyway. What's the worse that could have happened, he doesn't answer? He invited us all in and was very welcoming! It's great when someone you admire isn't a disappointment :)

Here are some pictures of us taking turns with Poncho!














Kathryn~

Muted Jazz

::Threw on a new (old) vinyl today, Jonah Jones: Muted Jazz! This man can swing and I knew it from the first three pickup notes, slightly behind the beat and a bend in each note into the first measure, that he had style. He throws in glissandos starting on notes above the melody and drags it back to land, and adds double time licks while the rhythm section stays aware of time. His use of plungers resembles the whinnies of a horse and growls of a heavy smoker. At one point, he stays on the same pitch while playing different rhythms keeping the listener engaged for the moment when the idea changes.

The cover of the album is Mr. Jones with his trumpet and a grin the size of a melon. He is an enthusiastic man. It shows in his playing. Even in ballads like, "I can't get started," a song about never being able to win one's heart despite his success, Mr. Jones still plays with delight using vibrant vibrato and simple scales while improvising.

He must love his jaunty rhythm section--- I do.