It’s only the beginning of December 2011 but I am fortunate enough to know where I will be on the weekend of April 20-22, 2012. The 32nd Atlanta Jazz Party!
If you need to ask WHY . . . .
How about this brass section: Jon-Erik Kellso, Duke Heitger, Ed Polcer, Bob Schulz, John Allred, Russ Phillips; Allan Vache, Harry Allen, reeds; John Cocuzzi, Freddy Cole, Mark Shane, Rossano Sportiello, piano; Ed Metz, Chuck Redd, percussion; Matt Munisteri, Bucky Pizzarelli, guitar; Richard Simon, Frank Tate, bass; John Cocuzzi, Becky Kilgore, Freddy Cole, Ashley Locheed, Bob Schulz, vocals.
I can already imagine the bands I would like to hear, and one of the nice things about the AJP is that everyone gets a chance to lead sets.
It will take place at the Westin Atlanta North — clean and friendly — and there will be a profusion (or perhaps a satiety) of hot jazz, tender ballads, and good feeling.
You can purchase tickets here — either online or fill out the form and mail it in.
My own story is that I have a deeply sentimental attachment to the AJP: the first time I went there was in 2007, because many of my heroes were playing. I got to meet Eddie Erickson face to face (and of course receive the first of many hugs) and to hear the world-shaking rhythm quartet of Mark Shane, Matt Munisteri, Vince Giordano, and Kevin Dorn. But I have personal, romantic memories of my Atlanta experience. I had met the Beloved about three weeks before and recognized that she was far beyond the ordinary. And of course she liked jazz. So one of our nice early shared memories was my opening my cellphone during a Becky Kilgore set so that the Beloved could come home, check her voicemail, and hear Miss Kilgore sing ALL I DO IS DREAM OF YOU. Right place, right time. Amor vincit omnia, you cats!
Oh. I will be bringing my camera, but don’t let that stop you. I believe that the best seats go to those who sign up early . . . so don’t wait for the end of March to make up your mind. I didn’t.
And as for the ATLANTA BLUES — I don’t expect to have them at all. The Westin is very plush: no pallets on the floor for us!