What’s up, Doc?
If the Doc in question is ophthalmologist Michel Bastide, the answer is going to be idiomatic hot jazz. Michel is a licensed medical practitioner by day, a searing cornetist / trombonist / singer / bandleader of the Hot Antic Jazz Band by night (or when he’s not in the office).
At the 2010 Whitley Bay International Jazz Festival, I had another delightful opportunity to hear Michel in a perfectly balanced hot group — four virtuosi with but a single thought — which festival organizer Mike Durham called DOC’S NIGHT OWLS because they began their hour-long session at 11 PM. (For jazz musicians, of course, that time is rather like brunch, but no matter.)
The other OWLS were Matthias Seuffert on clarinet and tenor sax; Jacob Ullberger on banjo; Christian LeFevre on brass bass. Martin Seck, the pianist with the Hot Antics (and last year with Les Red Hot Reedwarmers) joined in on washboard for the final number as prelude to the jam session that followed.
They began their session with a tune associated with Johnny and Baby Dodds, PIGGLY WIGGLY. Until I hear evidence to the contrary, I will assume that it celebrates the famous Chicago supermarket (was it the first one in the United States?) now famous for its design and floor plan which compelled people entering to walk past every item in the store before they found the way out, something that I assume guaranteed many more purchases:
MESSIN’ AROUND followed — a hot tune recorded by Freddie Keppard:
I CAN’T SAY, another Dodds-related opus, must have been named in one of those classic recording-studio moments:
Michel showed himself a fine, amused singer on a very hot I LOST MY GAL FROM MEMPHIS (the band knew chapter and verse!); this song reminds me of the brief Victor recording career of trumpeter Bubber Miley and his Mileage Makers, an idea of recording executive L.R. “Loren” Watson, who was cultivating Miley as hot player supreme, perhaps another version of Louis. I don’t always find myself able to take notes while video-recording, but I wrote down in my notebook “Matthias on fire.” See if you don’t agree:
A gutty E FLAT BLUES (what session is complete without one?) was very gratifying:
WA WA WA, presumably celebrating the sound of Joe Oliver’s plunger mute, is not the usual official jazz chestnut:
SISTER KATE (or her cousin) followed:
And the session concluded with RED HOT HOTTENTOT, possibly politically incorrect but no less rewarding:
The Doctor is in — as are these fine consulting specialists. (Thanks to the erudite Michael McQuaid for some correct song titles.)