I’m so glad these two indefatigable fellows continue offering us musical presents. That’s Andrew Oliver at the piano (supple, exact, swinging) and David Horniblow playing clarinet (his Tonation and Phrasing can’t be beat). As always, you may learn more about their Complete Morton Project here and subscribe to their YouTube channel here. I am pleased to see that the number of subscribers is now more than one hundred: art like this deserves the widest possible audience.
SEATTLE HUNCH, which I can only characterize as “jolly”:
and the more pensive MUDDY WATERS BLUES:
Two ruminations came to mind, along with the first half of this morning’s coffee (an aid to imaginative thought). One: we forget the depth of Morton’s catalogue of compositions. I suspect that most people versed in this idiom could name a dozen of his pieces, but David and Andrew, wondrous excavators, are just about halfway through one hundred.
Two: the first song sent me to inquire, however shallowly, into the etymology of “hunch,” as in having an intuitive notion, a feeling, a guess. The origins are vague, but it goes back to around 1620, as a push, a shove, a thrust. I envision two people on the street, one nudging the other — if only to mutely say, “Don’t step in that,” or “Look at who’s coming down the street!” There are, of course, all the speculations about physical deformity and good luck, but those I will leave you to explore on your own, preferably not in comments.
What Morton’s hunch about Seattle was, for this morning, will remain mysterious as well. He also had a hunch about or in Stratford, now that I remember. Since he also made a living hustling the suckers at the pool table, I wonder if one or the other hunch was “It’s now time to get out of this burg, and soon.” An intuitive fellow.
But the music! The music is luminous. Another great gift from Andrew, David, and Mister Jelly.
May your happiness increase!