It’s that time again: when I share with JAZZ LIVES readers the delightful and often perplexing phrases that readers online have used — like tiny inflatable rafts — to drift towards this blog. I don’t know what they were thinking to begin with or whether they found solace on the shores of this blog, but I collect these verbal and logical oddities with a mixture of affection and puzzlement.
The first two leave me without an appropriate response:
dressed as a girl by my mother
green and purple flying insect
This search term is a little more relevant, but one wonders what the seeker had in mind: an ordinary picture of someone playing a large brass instrument, its coils wrapped around the player’s head, or someone with his / her head stuck in the instrument. All suggestions entertained:
head in tuba
The next one makes me think of Zutty Singleton’s ability to play the melody — often in press rolls — on his drum set. But could Zutty convince us of BODY AND SOUL or perhaps YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS? I wonder:
ballad snare drum
Jazz musicians have social lives, spouses, houses, pets, and more — but why didn’t anyone tell me about this young lady? I’m at Sofia’s to hear Vince Giordano and the Nighthawks fairly often. Peter, you could bring her over to say “Hello,” couldn’t you?
peter yarin’s cute girlfriend from iowa
The next artifact is something I must have; I’ll file it next to the Buddy Bolden iPhone app:
joe oliver’s first cd
Louis Armstrong sang that OLD MAN MOSE was dead (a sad thing); here I think we have someone in the grip of phonetic spelling who connects the song to an All-Stars version after 1950. All right, so I’m trying to make something logical out of this. (Frankly, it’s “the old man mous” that gets me.):
the old man mous is dead cozy cole
Real estate questions, no doubt, concerning the most popular woman in jazz necrology:
billi holiday’s hous in harlrm
Is this a reference to OSTRICH WALK, or perhaps to a picture of an ostrich playing a plunger-muted trumpet a la Cootie Williams? The mind reels:
ostrich muffled trumpet music
He didn’t look that large or imposing in the few photos we have of Mr. Beiderbecke, but perhaps the writer is referring to his psychic presence, which is admittedly huge. At least it’s not the cornet-playing arachnid, Big Spider Back:
big beiderback jazz
I know why the next search engine term makes me rancorous. It suggests a student in a jazz history program in what we call the Academy looking for a quick answer to a homework assignment / oral presentation / paper. Plagiarism is the most common and least curable ailment of our times! And I am also sure that the approved answer is No, because everyone knows that Goodman stole his clarinet technique from Noone and his arrangements from Henderson. Now I have to lie down:
did benny goodman offer any thing new to jazz
I am amused by this Zionist approach to someone I admire, even though I think Albert Edwin Condon never had a bar mitzvah:
eddie condon jewish
mike the knife buddy tate
Does “Swat And Lowdown Low-Down” have anything to do with”green and purple flying insect“?
woody allen benny goodman swat and lowdown low-down
Here’s a pharmacy student who loves jazz, I think:
what drugs billie holiday
The references to Billie make me write, once again, that there is a worldwide fascination with her last husband, Louis McKay, which I would like someone to explain to me.
Until the next batch of SEARCH ENGINE TERMS accumulates, may I wish you all happy searching?