My trusted internist Dr. Gauvin says that many people are suffering from undiagnosed joy-deficiency.
The Reynolds Brothers, masterful practitioners, can fix that without those nasty forms to fill out, and no co-pay.
Here they are at the bubbling-over Dixieland Monterey Jazz Bash by the Bay (on March 2, 2012). John Reynolds takes care of the guitar, vocals, and whistling; brother Ralf mans the washboard; Katie Cavera keeps the Brothers in line with her string bass and singing, and my hero Marc Caparone swings out on his cornet. For the first half of this set, stomping / mystical piano man Ray Skjelbred brought his magic!
Who needs to ask “Is there anyone finer?” We know the answer, Miss DINAH Lee:
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my INDIANA home — even though I was born in New York:
Although they perform standing, Marc and John lament the fact that ROCKIN’ CHAIR got them — while paying tribute to Messrs. Armstrong, Teagarden, and Carmichael:
Singer / stuntwoman Kaye Wade joined in with a rousing GOODY GOODY:
Because everyone was grinning, the Boys took a chance with a three-key signature ascent through SMILES:
Brother John sweetly whistled us in to DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME:
At this point, Ray bade everyone goodbye, saying he had to get ready for the next set with another band. I don’t doubt him, but I think he really had to go off and lie down somewhere — he had taken in too much joy too quickly. The Reynolds Brothers can do that to you.
And here they prove me correct with their romping rendition of LIZA:
It’s Katie Cavera Time . . . so she sings and swings out on I’LL BET YOU TELL THAT TO ALL THE GIRLS (but it sure sounds good to us!):
For Wingy Mannone — THE ISLE OF CAPRI:
And we close with a riotous JAPANESE SANDMAN, hardly soporific:
Now, don’t you feel better? I know I do.
And I would like someone to explain to me why the Reynolds Brothers aren’t asked to festivals outside California. Could it be that most evil insidious prejudice, anti-Washboardism? Please tell me.