This is the third and final segment of my splendid afternoon at The Lovelace (66 Pearl Street, New York City) with the “Animule Dance,” Evan Arntzen, reeds / vocal; Adam Brisbin, guitar / vocal; Sean Cronin, string bass / vocal. The thought that it is — for the moment — the final segment makes me sad, but the realization that we can enjoy these performances again and again is cheering.
For the story behind Romy’s heartfelt gift, please visit here — and you’ll also find the first two parts of the music made by this splendid trio that day. As an aside, many musicians don’t like having their work compared to that of the Ancestors, but as I have been delighting in these videos again, I thought I heard an alternate universe where Lester Young, Milt Hinton, and Al Casey were jamming for their own pleasure. Floating, you know. Not imitating, but Being in 2018.
And here are the last of the savory treats from that rare Friday afternoon, so delicious.
INDIANA (with sweet hints of Don Byas and Slam Stewart):
SQUEEZE ME, which couldn’t be nicer:
A Spanish-singed I LOST MY GAL FROM MEMPHIS:
OLD-FASHIONED LOVE, which mixes Twenties soul, bluegrass tints, and a little Django and Billy Taylor as well, before Evan wins the Miscellaneous Instruments category by a nose. Thanks to Scout Opatut for direction and continuity: her Oscars are on the way:
an easy yet impassioned RUSSIAN LULLABY:
WHEN YOU’RE SMILING served with a bowl of gumbo:
and the closing Frolick, LIMEHOUSE BLUES:
What a thrilling band! I want lucrative gigs, public and private, club and festival, what the Youngbloods call merch — pinback buttons, hoodies, bath sponges, bumper stickers — CDs I can play in the car, the concert tour (I’ll be press agent and videographer), and worldwide huzzahs. Nothing less.
May your happiness increase!