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Jim Fryer is a multitalented fellow: nimble, thoughtful trombonist, cornetist, euphonist (?), singer, composer, man of many thoughts and a wide repertoire of music.  He showed off some of these facets in an inspiring set at the 2013 Jazz Bash by the Bay, with fellow Suspects John Cocuzzi, piano; Ike Harris, string bass; Danny Coots, drums.

Benny Carter’s evergreen, I’M IN THE MOOD FOR SWING:

Something different!  Abdullah Ibrahim’s AFRICAN MARKETPLACE:

Jim’s own CRYSTAL AIR:

The pretty ballad, YOUNG AND FOOLISH:

I hope that other festivals and concerts take inspiration from this and give our own Mister Fryer more places to show what he does so well.

May your happiness increase!


My trusted internist Dr. Gauvin says that many people are suffering from undiagnosed joy-deficiency.

The Reynolds Brothers, masterful practitioners, can fix that without those nasty forms to fill out, and no co-pay.

Here they are at the bubbling-over Dixieland Monterey Jazz Bash by the Bay (on March 2, 2012).  John Reynolds takes care of the guitar, vocals, and whistling; brother Ralf mans the washboard; Katie Cavera keeps the Brothers in line with her string bass and singing, and my hero Marc Caparone swings out on his cornet.  For the first half of this set, stomping / mystical piano man Ray Skjelbred brought his magic!

Who needs to ask “Is there anyone finer?”  We know the answer, Miss DINAH Lee:

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my INDIANA home — even though I was born in New York:

Although they perform standing, Marc and John lament the fact that ROCKIN’ CHAIR got them — while paying tribute to Messrs. Armstrong, Teagarden, and Carmichael:

Singer / stuntwoman Kaye Wade joined in with a rousing GOODY GOODY:

Because everyone was grinning, the Boys took a chance with a three-key signature ascent through SMILES:

Brother John sweetly whistled us in to DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME:

At this point, Ray bade everyone goodbye, saying he had to get ready for the next set with another band.  I don’t doubt him, but I think he really had to go off and lie down somewhere — he had taken in too much joy too quickly.  The Reynolds Brothers can do that to you.

And here they prove me correct with their romping rendition of LIZA:

It’s Katie Cavera Time . . . so she sings and swings out on I’LL BET YOU TELL THAT TO ALL THE GIRLS (but it sure sounds good to us!):

For Wingy Mannone — THE ISLE OF CAPRI:

And we close with a riotous JAPANESE SANDMAN, hardly soporific:

Now, don’t you feel better?  I know I do.

And I would like someone to explain to me why the Reynolds Brothers aren’t asked to festivals outside California.  Could it be that most evil insidious prejudice, anti-Washboardism?  Please tell me.


No, no one burst into CLIMB EV’RY MOUNTAIN, and Julie Andrews was otherwise engaged.  But the High Sierra Jazz Band — here with guest hero Marc Caparone added to an already hot front line — knows how to get to the top and stay there.  I present (for your listening, dining, and dancing pleasure) an early set from the 2012 Dixieland Monterey Jazz Bash by the Bay — with leader and raconteur Pieter Meijers on reeds and wry commentary; Charlie Castro, drums; Earl McKee, sousaphone and vocals; Stan Huddleston, banjo; Bruce Huddleston, piano; Howard Miyata (“the happiest man in Dixieland,” but why stop there?) on trombone, misc. brass, and vocal; and the electrifying two-cornet team of Bryan Shaw and Marc.

They began with the Creole Jazz Band’s irresistible MABEL’S DREAM.  Pieter has obviously told many audiences a long wooly tale about who Mabel was and what she dreamed about (thrilling but somehow dubious).  Does anyone know the real story?  Was Mabel someone’s girlfriend, and did she dream lucky?  Do tell:

Earl McKee takes us under her wing — let’s go DOWN IN HONKY TONK TOWN:

Ah, that Boy is here again — and he has something to tell us named the WININ’ BOY BLUES:

Mister Morton, take the stand!  KANSAS CITY STOMPS:

When Sidney Bechet and Pieter book the tour, PASSPORT TO PARADISE is not merely an extravagant figure of speech:

Oh, Mister Jelly!  “Get off the sidewalk, can’t you?”  SIDEWALK BLUES:

They concluded their set with Fats Waller’s composed-in-a-taxicab-on-the-way-to-the-recording-studio-and-possibly-misidentified-on-the-label MINOR DRAG.  Another thing we have Eddie Condon to thank for.  (Should this song have been issued as HARLEM FUSS?  One never knows.  Do one?):

Good, good, good — hot and powerful, at the very peak.

May your happiness increase.