That’s no idle claim. Here’s the cover of the band’s new CD, which features Floyd, piano and arrangements; Emily Gimble, vocal; Lauryn Gould, saxophone, arrangements; Ryan Gould, string bass; David Jellema, clarinet, cornet; Brooks Prumo, guitar; Hal Smith, drums.
And here’s a lively audio sample:
and another, with organic Lester-and-Buck flavoring:
I know that there are many excellent small and mid-sized “swing dance” units in operation these days, and if you’ve been reading JAZZ LIVES, you’ve heard my praise of them from New York to Vancouver and Texas. We live in an age of good music (so those who lament the death of jazz are just wrong) but Floyd’s group has that most wonderful quality, a completely recognizable sound: individuals in solo and in ensemble. I don’t have to clamber up on my soapbox and say that “When I was a boy you could tell who someone was in four quarter notes: Frank Newton didn’t sound like Charlie Shavers,” and so on. But you know it’s true.
Again, if you’ve been paying attention, you know these musicians — or the two videos have offered convincing evidence of why you should. But rather than write a handful of enthusiastic character sketches, for once I want to say something about the band, which has all the glide and grit of a working unit. Smooth, but hardly decaffeinated. What I hear in these performances is a kind of easy rhythmic intensity — think of a Forties small unit that has understood that shuffle rhythm, never heavy or obvious, gets the dancers on the floor. (Although RIFF BLUES and the powerful MESS AROUND are solid exceptions: house-rocking music.)
The arrangements, as well, often feature Floyd’s groovy piano, but he isn’t always all alone. Rather, in the fashion of Basie and McShann, the piano often works against horn backgrounds (although the first choruses of HONEYSUCKLE give a nice simulation of Basie-time without any of the patented cliches, and DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS starts off with a honeyed sixteen bars of piano-and-rhythm before some pretty horn solos. For the rest, you’re on your own, with notepad and pen if you please).
This CD is a homage to the music of another age, but it’s not imitative, although I now know the new lyrics to BLUE SKIES come from Slim Gaillard and the Royal Rhythm Boys; ‘WAY DOWN YONDER bows low to the Kansas City Six.
I will break with what I wrote earlier to say that Ms. Gimble is a wow: begin with her EXACTLY LIKE YOU and AFTER YOU’VE GONE. “Tonation and phrasing” in abundance!
The preponderance of “standard repertoire” on the disc, incidentally, should not drive any listener away. Yes, you’ve heard TEA FOR TWO countless times, but this band makes even the most ancient song seem fresh and vivid, and, yes, that is a little cap-tip to Tatum. I know also that the phrase “little arranging touches” is so overused that I should banish it, but in this case it’s true: the balance of ensemble and solos is so very pleasing, novel without being ostentatiously “innovative.”
How can you bring this joy into your own life? Ideally, if you’re at one of Floyd’s gigs, bring money and buy a cluster of CDs. The holidays are coming, and so much holiday merchandise is designed to be obsolete the next morning. This CD won’t be. Or visit here and spread some joy. But don’t give all the copies away: you’ll be sorry.
All I can say — for those who get the joke — is that if this band had existed in 1947, Jack Kapp or Herman Lubinsky would have signed them to disastrously corrupt contracts and they would be absolutely legendary. How lovely it is that they are alive and well in our own century.
May your happiness increase!