Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Provocative Fashion, super Piano people
Interesting how so many cultural bits are kind of wrapped together. Rather like a delicious somewhat sophisticated recipe. Fashions of design great ones like Jacobs and Lui sort of remind one of sparkling, mystery-laden good piano or perhaps I should say the mod term, keyboard artists whose works sort of engulf one. What I'm coming around to is the fact many sets of grand vibes were going in the old cranium today. Kickin' good styles from mainstream jazz, tickle the ivories guys like Teddy Wilson, Duke Ellington, Billy Taylor and Earl Hines. I was giving a listen to these fellas and well it was such a happy, exuberant sounds trip. It rained like crazy late today but it didn't bug me cause I was chillin' and diggin' the pianos. Yeah, the big jazz piano folks can put a lot of great get up and go in your system. Hey, folks and imaginative fashions are all ingredients of a big, vibrant life. True stuff... this thing we call life is a grand musical gift.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Powerhouse piano, glory gospel, shiny jazz
Big pulsating chords coming from a good piano soul...well they're so powerful so stirring, getting your heart smiling like you were a little kid again. It is interesting if you really get yourself into it, how the sleek overwhelming drive of so much good piano jazz is so incredibly gospel-based. Last night I was digging the punctuating lusty sounds of one fine keyboard man, the wise one named Junior Mance. He was backed by the marvelous Ron Carter on the bass and Mickey Roker on drums. The sound was so provocative, so kickin' and truly right. The sound of strong gospel pops up in the straight ahead classic work of moderns also like the powerhouse himself, the famed Art Blakey on drums. His gospel is that of a man who knows how to fire the musical strongman cars up really smokin' and sensually vivid. When a soul hears Blakey on the drums along with the soaring master, Mr. Freddie Hubbard on the trumpet and the total sax man Mr. Wayne Shorter on his bossman tenor then buddy all is so right on with this great big wild man music world of ours. Atlanta has so many good sounds and one fine thing is the fact men and women of the south know how to really get it together in their enjoyment of true strong music with its overtones of blues and big gospel and the mesmerizing sphere that is the song of the wild, yes man I'm speaking of jazz.
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THE GOOD terse writing of Ernest Hemingway is a real joy. He does not use too many adjectives. His 'Torrents' is a fine tome.