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Part Two: THE CARDS OUTDO THEMSELVES (Feb. 27, 2010)

Blessings on their heads, one and all. That’s Tamar Korn, vocals, impromptu dancing, mouth trumpet, air violin, percussive effects; Jake Sanders, banjo; Debbie Kennedy, string bass; Marcus Milius, harmonica; Dennis Lichtman, clarinet, electric mandolin; Gordon Au, trumpet. 

I cherish them all: their passionate seriousness and rhythmic drive.  Jake’s intelligent, quiet way of shaping an ensemble rather than letting everyone take two choruses; his powerful but never noisy playing.  Debbie’s swinging pulse; her good cheer.  Marcus’s intent candor.  Dennis’s big tone and shapely phrases.  Gordon, quietly majestic, roaming around in what I think are the most beautiful registers of the trumpet.  

Tamar isn’t the only one singing in this band.   And look at what a good time they’re having! 

A thousand thanks to Paul Wegener for bringing the Cards to the Shambhala Meditation Center on 22nd Street, which will be hosting other swing dance groups in future — with the Cards scheduled for an August return (they’re the toast of Shanghai as I write this!).  That’s http://ny.shambhala.org/music.php.  The Shambhala Meditation Center Of New York is located at 118 West 22nd Street, 6th Floor, New York,  New York 10011.  Tel. 212-675-6544    Email: // info@shambhalanyc.org

Now, four more performances from February 27, presented with pleasure:

Here’s the very pretty and optimistic APRIL SHOWERS, a song that inspires Tamar to take chances (as she does beautifully in the last sixteen bars) and there’s a nice extended dialogue between Dennis and Gordon that is reminiscent in spirit of Jimmie Noone and Guy Kelly, circa 1935 Chicago:

I had never heard the verse to SUGAR BLUES.  Another thing to be thankful to the Cards for!  It’s always a good sign in a band when musicians are smiing at what their colleagues are playing, and joy is contagious here.  Perhaps emboldened by Gordon’s utterly perverse reference to “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas” at the end of his first chorus, Tamar embarks on her own chorus of mouth trumpet, sounding like a particularly expressive Siamese cat:

What happens when the beat gets to you?  CRAZY RHYTHM, of course.  Honors here might go to Marcus and Jake, as well as the Korn Percussion Section.  But be patient: there’s a rocking out-chorus to come:

A jaunty reading of I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME, featuring an adventurous exploration by Gordon and Tamar and her Magic Violin (or the 101 Strings, made much more personal):

Delicious!  And there’s more . . .

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“SEARCH ENGINE TERMS”

search engineIt’s possible that only bloggers will recognize my title, which refers to one of those activities that takes place behind the scenes, where a b logger can see a daily list of those words or phrases someone has entered into a search engine, usually Google, to find him or herself at my blog. 

Many of these terms are straightforward and relevant.  Luckily for JAZZ LIVES, many people find it by typing in “louis armstrong,” which is as it should be.  But I’ve been collecting the oddities and present several dozen below.  I hope you find them amusing, perplexing, or simply weird. 

“fast waller”     a) an incredibly dextrous stride pianist, or b) a quick jump into the pond?

“art titan-tiger rug”     Who knew that Art Tatum was so famous as a big-game hunter?

“yukalaylee lady liky you”     Phonetic spelling triumphs.

“don’t swat a fly song”     Could it be NEVER SWAT A FLY?  Close enough.

“lapse in training young army officers”     This person found my blog because I had written about Lester Young in the army.

“hot barbara”     This suggests hormonal pursuits, and led the searcher to Barbara Rosene, both sweet and hot.

“hot girls named cangelosi”     More of the same.  The Cangelosi Cards, of course.

“buster keaton cobb salad”     Search me.  Did I write about eating a salad in one of my posts? 

“vince giordano play dates”     Of course I’ve celebrated Maestro Giordano; this search suggests that he’s a pre-schooler looking for fun.

“naughty pickle productions”     I like pickles, and have used “naughty” in this blog, which I hope is productive.  Beyond that . . . ?

More to come on an irregular basis!

A ROYAL CAT, SHE DIGS THE GROOVES

I caught Minnie analyzing the alternate takes of “Exercise in Swing” (Lester Young and Johnny Guarneri, Savoy, 1944), comparing the solos.  Listening is serious business if you’re a Siamese cat:

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