Loosening our collars and wiping our brows — all in the name of hot music.
Clint Baker’s New Orleans Jazz Band swung out on Sunday, January 26, 2014, at the Central Coast Hot Jazz Society’s concert held in Pismo Beach. Clint himself played trombone and euphonium and sang. With him were Marc Caparone, cornet; Mike Baird, reeds; Carl Sonny Leyland, piano, vocal; Bill Reinhart, banjo; Katie Cavera, string bass and vocals; Jeff Hamilton, drums. The wonderful Dawn Lambeth sang a few songs, which you can hear and see here.
If you didn’t make it down to Pismo, here’s the first instrumental set.
And a second helping of delightful music:
William H. Tyers’ PANAMA (with a parasol parade, no extra charge):
Katie Cavera asks, respectfully, WON’T YOU COME HOME, BILL BAILEY?:
Headgear or other clothing optional, but PUT ON YOUR OLD GREY BONNET:
J.C. Higginbotham asks, politely, GIVE ME YOUR TELEPHONE NUMBER:
After the number is received, the proper response might be I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU (thanks to Alex Hill and Claude Hopkins):
Clint and his bands are active at a variety of gigs and festivals and swing dances. If you want to experience this hot music for yourself, click here to plan your next swing outing.
It was indeed warm in Pismo Beach, but my title refers to what was happening indoors.
Clint Baker’s New Orleans Jazz Band swung out this last Sunday, January 26, 2014, at the Central Coast Hot Jazz Society’s concert held in Pismo Beach. Clint himself played trombone and euphonium and sang. With him were Marc Caparone, cornet; Mike Baird, reeds; Carl Sonny Leyland, piano, vocal; Bill Reinhart, banjo; Katie Cavera, string bass and vocals; Jeff Hamilton, drums. The wonderful Dawn Lambeth sang a few songs, which you can hear and see here.
Here’s another helping of delightful music.
Paul Barbarin’s THE SECOND LINE:
Father Leyland explains it all with BEALE STREET BLUES:
WHEN I GROW TOO OLD TO DREAM:
A special request from Dottie Baird, not to be ignored: WHEN MY DREAMBOAT COMES HOME:
EVERYBODY LOVES MY BABY:
Clint and his bands are active at a variety of gigs and festivals and swing dances. If you want to experience this hot music for yourself, click here to plan your next swing outing.
Good things in store. On January 26, 2014, Clint Baker and his New Orleans Jazz Band will be playing a Sunday afternoon gig in the monthly series of “Basin Street Regulars” concerts hosted by the Central Coast Hot Jazz Society. It will be held at the Pismo Beach Veterans’ Memorial Building, 780 Bello Street, Pismo Beach. Clint and his band will play two sets of seventy-five minutes apiece; there will also be jazz from the Cal Poly Jazz Band. This Sunday session will begin at 11 AM and end at 4:30 PM. For more information, click here.
“Who’s in Clint’s band?” I hear the cognoscenti murmuring. (Sometimes their rhetorical murmuring can get a trifle loud, but I don’t mind, having invented them for the purpose of sentences such as this one.)
“The A-Team,” I respond.
Clint, trombone, vocal; Marc Caparone, cornet, vocal; Mike Baird, clarinet; Carl Sonny Leyland, piano, vocal; Bill Reinhart, banjo; Katie Cavera, string bass, vocal; Jeff Hamilton, drums; Dawn Lambeth, vocal.
That takes care of Sunday, as far as I’m concerned. The Beloved and I have made our plans: groceries have been purchased; plants will be watered; computers, clothing, amenities, bric-a-brac, and more will be loaded into the New Old Car . . . to make the trip from Northern California to Less-Northern California, with occasional digressions for begonias, thrift stores, and other pleasures. Neither of us is a road-trip fancier, but this band is worth the journey and more.
See you there, I hope.
P.S. In the evening of January 26. THE MUSIC WAS WONDERFUL. You should know this.
I’m not offering a splendidly energizing bottle of cayenne peppers and vinegar — but its musical equivalent, designed to make everything taste better.
Here, courtesy of Rae Ann Barry, roving videographer, are performances by Clint Baker’s New Orleans Jazz Band, recorded live on December 20, 2009, at the monthly jazz party of the Basin Street Regulars in Pismo Beach, California.
The eloquent down-home players are Clint Baker, trombone, trumpet, and bass; Marc Caparone, trumpet; Mike Baird, clarinet; Carl “Sonny” Leyland; Mike Fay, bass; Katie Cavera, banjo, guitar, vocal; Hal Smith, drums, and two surprises.
PANAMA (not PANAMA RAG) is where Stompy Jones — and STOMPY JONES — come from. Not only is this song often played too fast; some of its strains are left out or forgotten by bands eager to get to the familiar refrain. Clint’s band knows all the ins and outs, and the tempo is just right. Catch Hal Smith’s tom-tom accents and his homage to Zutty and Baby Dodds! Marc sounds like a very hip Joe Oliver . . . perhaps a King Joe who had lived on to play more in 1938. And Rae Ann is intrepid indeed, never flinching away from what must have been perilous proximity to those umbrellas. (Note to self: Call to find cost of liability insurance for jazz videographers.)
And here’s BIG CHIEF BATTLE AX, a song — with several strains — that Bunk Johnson loved to play, in a performance that lets everyone romp, with special praise for Carl’s righteous piano. I tried to find the lyrics, but only come up with the wonderful sheet music cover. Can anyone help?:
UP JUMPED THE DEVIL reminds me of DO WHAT ORY SAY with a dash of SISTER KATE (or GET OFF KATIE’S HEAD, if you prefer) stirred in at the end. But what I find captivating — aside from Marc’s fervent lead throughout, is the wonderful ensemble rock: not faster, not louder, just cumulatively intensifying:
And a delightful surprise — one of my favorite singers, Dawn Lambeth, comes to sing ALWAYS, first as it was written, and then courtesy of Mr. Leyland, as a Fifties boogie. Watch Dawn sway happily as Marc aims for the stars (and gets there)! And Mike Baird takes a few Pee Wee Russell turns. I love Dawn’s third chorus — she’s subtle but she really improvises:
CANAL STREET BLUES takes on a different flavor with Clint switching to trumpet and Marc’s father, the estimable Dave Caparone, coming in on trombone. Dave is a renowned winemaker, but I first admired him not for his big reds, but because he could sound like Benny Morton — a great virtue! You can hear a bit of his neat Thirties glide here. Love that rhythm section!:
And a neat change of pace: Katie Cavera brings her guitar and sweet voice for the late-Twenties version of “Shut up and kiss me!” — DO SOMETHING, with the band coming together in a great loose way as the performance proceeds, the hot honors going to Clint at the start:
MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND (turned into MARCH OF THE BOB CATS by the Crosby-ites) has the benefit of a fine trombone section. Mike Baird makes me think of HIGH SOCIETY, and Katie swings out most musically. Let’s hear it for Hal’s melodic snare-drum chorus, and also for the red-shirted man who gives Rae Ann an astonished look the first time he walks in front of her lens. Maybe he had forgotten his umbrella? If that closing ensemble doesn’t move you, perhaps you need cayenne peppers:
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