Feeling kind of punk? Down in the mouth? Are the Amazon cardboard boxes beginning to overwhelm you? Freezer door won’t stay shut? Phone call you’re expecting didn’t happen but a bill you weren’t looking for just flew in? Are the upstairs neighbors’ twins re-enacting the Second World War? Do you hear growling and realize it’s coming from you?
JAZZ LIVES has just the thing.
That serious MD is a stock photo. But I have a quarter-hour of soul-poultice in the form of time-travel. How about Friday night, March 14, 1952? The place, the Stuyvesant Casino, Second Avenue and Ninth Street. (It was 140 Second Avenue, and it’s now the Ukranian National Home, and yes, I’ve walked past it often.)
The healers? Aime Gauvin, master of ceremonies, broadcasting over WMGM. Jimmy McPartland, cornet; Ziggy Elmer, trombone; Bud Freeman, tenor saxophone; Bob Wilber, clarinet; Kenny Kersey, piano; Don Lamond or George Wettling, drums. A long way from Austin High School, but age didn’t matter. SAINTS / LADY BE GOOD / (Wettling for Lamond) COQUETTE / THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR THE SUNRISE / SAINTS.
Imagine hearing that blast out of your radio on a Saturday night. What bliss.
May your happiness increase!