Ear ye! Ear ye!
You’ll notice that this photograph depicts a different young woman, listening intently. My first model enjoyed the music but complained that her elbow was sore because of keeping that pose for nine weeks and she had to see her acupuncturist. But she’s covered by the JAZZ LIVES health insurance plan, and she’ll be back soon.
And here is the doorway through which you can immerse yourself in the previous nine postings.
History: The Ear Inn in 1940, thanks to Kathy Barbieri:
Back to NOW, or the reachable past.
Being at The Ear Inn on a Sunday night is a kind of national holiday, although the calendar-makers haven’t gotten the idea yet. But once in many Sundays it coincides with another holiday — in April 2010, it was also Easter Sunday, and the gallant celebrants took notice of this, musically. They are Matt Munisteri, guitar; Pete Martinez, clarinet; Charlie Caranicas, trumpet; Pat O’Leary, string bass; Andy Farber, tenor saxophone, joins in for the closing number. You’ll notice an affectionate bunny-and-[Irving] Berlin concentration of joyous energies.
I’M PUTTING ALL MY EGGS IN ONE BASKET:
EASTER PARADE, of course:
RUSSIAN LULLABY, also for Mr. Baline:
Matt invited Ellington’s little bunny to stop in for a salad:
See you next Sunday! And someday I hope to say those words with “at 326 Spring Street” attached.
May your happiness increase!