Some decades ago, when there were “public” and “private” subjects, people did not speak boldly of bodily functions. But money was there to be made from people’s distress, so we had IRREGULARITY as a euphemism:
If your child was irregular:
The same problem for the grown-ups:
You understand. As did Louis. I’m a big fan of peristalsis.
But being EarRegular is a higher state of being, one we should all aspire to, and it has nothing to do with what has to be performed in private. In fact, true EarRegularity is performed in public, generously, by the wonderful people who make music at The Ear Inn (326 Spring Street, Soho, New York) every Sunday night from 8-11 PM.
Here are three beautiful examples from the evening of August 13, 2017 — Jon-Erik Kellso, trumpet; David Sager (visiting from D.C.), trombone; John Gill, banjo; Brian Nalepka, string bass. (If you hear howling from somewhere in these videos, don’t be afeared: that’s only our friend Barry Foley getting ready for Halloween, several months early.)
Handy’s BEALE STREET BLUES — with gorgeous mutations from Jon and the sound you don’t always hear trombonists utilize, harking back to Jimmy Harrison and Benny Morton, from David. And I can’t ignore the candid eloquence of Messrs. Gill and Nalepka, reminding us of what acoustic playing sounds like:
Another good old good one, AT THE JAZZ BAND BALL:
And finally, a rousing SAN:
I’m afraid you cannot go to your friendly pharmacist and say, “What do you have to make me EarRegular?” because she may not know of the goal you aspire to. But you can go to The Ear Inn on Sunday nights and get fixed right up — no co-pay, no need to show your insurance card. Just put some good paper in the tip pumpkin (“Phillup deBucket”) and you’ll feel better. Fast.
May your happiness increase!