I don’t know anything about migratory patterns between suburban New York and Sweden, but when the Weatherbird Jazz Band flies by, our spirits lift. Sightings earlier this year were here and here and here.
So here they are with more hot music: intense, focused, playful, exact, and delicate. You can invent your own words of praise as you listen. And the marvelous players and occasional singers are Bent Persson, trumpet or cornet; Kaj Sifvert, trombone; Tomas Ornberg, clarinet or soprano saxophone; Ulf Johansson Werre, piano; Goran Lind, string bass; Goran Eriksson, banjo or alto saxophone; Sigge Dellert, drums.
The Weatherbirds are eager to please, even when technology arbitrarily subdivides the impulse in two:
and more, because it would be cruel to leave us there (and Goran’s rolling-and-tumbling alto solo is worth hearing twice):
a gorgeously somber 1928 BASIN STREET BLUES with the appropriate vocals:
Mister Morton’s THE CHANT with some (perhaps) early-Thirties touches:
a too-brief trip to CHINATOWN by the band-within-a-band:
SOME OF THESE DAYS, with the verse in the middle — it’s only right:
HIGH SOCIETY, based on a Hot Chorus, a thrilling duet for trumpet and piano:
and, to close this offering, a delightful CHICAGO BREAKDOWN:
I guarantee they’ll be back.
May your happiness increase!