The ever-surprising guitarist, singer, composer Matt Munisteri is coming to California for his first gigs in this state. He and the fine bassist Todd Sickafoose will playing at DUENDE in Oakland on June 24, 2013 (that’s TONIGHT — Monday) at 9 PM . . . . and you can buy tickets ($10) here.
DUENDE is at 468 19th Street in Oakland: phone 510.893.0174.
Having seen and heard Matt in a variety of contexts — the EarRegulars, with Catherine Russell, with Whit Smith, with Bucky Pizzarelli, with Matt Glaser, with his own band Brock Mumford, in his show devoted to the music of Willard Robison — I know that he always offers a cornucopia of surprising and gratifying music — his own compositions, tunes you wish you knew better, hot jazz, roots music — nothing by-the-numbers.
And here is his website, so that if you’re not near Oakland, you can still climb aboard.
May your happiness increase!
Posted in "Thanks A Million", Irreplaceable, Jazz Titans, Pay Attention!, Swing You Cats!, The Heroes Among Us, The Real Thing, The Things We Love
Tagged Brock Mumford, Bucky Pizzarelli, Catherine Russell, hot jazz, Jazz Lives, Matt Glaser, Matt Munisteri, Michael Steinman, roots music, The EarRegulars, Todd Sickafoose, Whit Smith, Willard Robison
What follows is off the track — it may strike some JAZZ LIVES readers as being lost in the woods — but humor me if you will. I know my readers are very well versed in subjects that go beyond jazz, so I am asking for their assistance.
Cast your eyes on the object below.
I bought this at a Berkeley, California, outdoor flea market in the summer of 2011. The Beloved and I love flea markets and yard sales — something about the thrill of the chase, not buying things new, getting a bargain, and (whisper this) getting a peek into other people’s lives through the objects they have for sale. Much of this is disappointing, and it brings out my worst snobbery. I have seen more “country antique” home decor objects than is good for me, and the records are often a fairly depressing reminder of what people actually listened to . . . the OKeh test pressings have so far eluded me.
But this small, heavy object delighted me. Is it eight men rowing in a galley, or are they carrying wine barrels on their shoulders? What animals are carved at the front and rear of this sculpture? I tried for a moment to convince myself that it was really an antique Greek jazz band — the Athenian Washboard Beaters — or a German trad group — but even my whimsy could not be extended that far. I know it’s not the George Barnes Octet or the Jones-Collins Astoria Eight — so we won’t go there.
I love it and it’s on my coffee table. Can anyone explain?
And the answer to the question you were too polite to ask is, “Twelve dollars, and I didn’t haggle.”
(I’m still holding out hope that it is an ancient rendering of the Brock Mumford Arcadian Dance Orchestra of sainted memory. Or perhaps I’m a little too early: the third fellow from the left looks a bit like Leon Rappolo.)
Posted in HELP!, It's A Mystery, Swing You Cats!, The Things We Love
Tagged Brock Mumford, flea market, George Barnes Octet, Jazz Lives, Jones-Collins Astoria Hot Eight, Leon Rappolo, Michael Steinman, mysterious object