The EarRegulars, plus catsup. Photograph by Neal Siegal.
Here is the link to Parts One and Two, containing ten radiant performances from that very gratifying evening at 326 Spring Street, Soho, New York City.
And here are a few of the closing performances.
BEALE STREET BLUES:
IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD (Mr. Nalepka sings of romance):
‘WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS, with guest Jon De Lucia, clarinet:
THE CURSE OF AN ACHING HEART, with Jordan Hirsch, trumpet, and added soundtrack from the Wolf Cubs to my right, or, as Louis says, “Somebody must have been putting alcohol in our liquor”:
A wonderful evening, hugely restorative. You’ve never been to The Ear Inn? Get thee hence on a Sunday evening — early to grab a barstool or table — and live life fully.
May your happiness increase!
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Jim Fryer has good taste — as trombonist, euphonist, trumpeter, singer, composer, bandleader, reader of big books . . . and he’s currently trying something heroic and lovely: starting a new hot jazz scene in an area that hasn’t had one for a long time.
The place is the Tryon Public House, every Wednesday night from 11 PM to 1 AM. It is genuinely “uptown,” 4740 Broadway, steps from the Dyckman Street stop on the A train. New York City, of course. Jim’s assembled a group he calls, demurely, the HOT JAZZ RABBLE. In addition to Jim, the participants are trumpeter / singer Mike Davis, plectrist / singer / composer Glenn Crytzer, a bassist of choice — that means a choice bassist [last week it was Peter Ford; this week it will be Jennifer Vincent]. And the gig has been attracting virtuous New York hot talents — last week trumpeter Jordan Hirsch, and the word on the hot grapevine is that Mike and Jordan wailed on CORNET CHOP SUEY. Dancing encouraged. I am told there are fine liquids for purchase. And I know there will be sitting-in. As Jim says, “Please help us get a scene going here in Manhattan del Norte!”
Because I’ve been Going to School all my life, I am a morning person — but I hope to make it to this Wednesday’s festivities. And I know that my friend Sarah Spencer, a stomping New Orleans tenor player and down-home singer, will be there as well.
And now comes the didactic part. Delicate readers may turn away or shield the children’s eyes. But because of the internet and the overwhelming accessibility of free live music, audio and video, many jazz fans no longer have to or no longer choose to leave their houses to support living musicians actually playing the music. Thrift, Horatio. But when there is no scene, it might be because some of the fans didn’t put their shoes on and visit it. Enough said.
May your happiness increase!
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Tagged a scene, Dyckman Street, Glenn Crytzer, HOT JAZZ RABBLE, Jazz Lives, Jennifer Vincent, Jim Fryer, Jordan Hirsch, Michael Steinman, Mike Davis, New York City, Peter Ford, Sarah Spencer, uptown