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Martial Solal’s early set at the Village Vanguard tonight was as exuberant as expected. The ghost of Tatum was riding high, as the French pianist, celebrating his 80th birthday with only his third appearance in New York City in the past 44 years, mad-dashed through a dozen or so standards—including “Caravan,” “I Can’t Get Started,” “My Heart Belongs to Daddy,” even “Body & Soul”—in ways that no one has ever heard them, carving up the scores like a Cubist (more Braque than Picasso, with shards of Duchamp tossed in for wit), stretching and squeezing bars, yet somehow sustaining the tempo…
I forgot to note Thelonious Monk’s 90th birthday on Oct. 10. Some advice for a lifetime: If you come across people who doubt his mastery as not only a composer but also a pianist, don’t trust their judgment on anything. Linked below, from the early-to-mid ‘60s, is an especially Monkish clip.
Luke Burbank attempted to interview Sigur Ros on NPR. Watch the video to realize how difficult it is to conduct an interview when the interviewee isn't a self-winding talking points machine.
I do sympathize with Burbank. I've participated in a few Q&As that stalled—including some where PR companies set up their clients in interview booths, where the celebrity had to speak to a new journalist every 25 minutes for hours. Just try getting a unique insight under those circumstances.
I've heard Burbank's interviews before and he usually comes to the table well-informed and on his…
Bagheera practices her Cat Fu out in the open. "It's black, I'm black—you can't see me! Bwahh, hah, hah, haaah!
She's mad, mad I tell you.
Huckleberry is a meticulous groomer—as long as he doesn't have to strain himself reaching any of his nether bits.
It started as a joke. I told my uncle, also a huge Mets fan, that if the Mets didn't make it to the playoffs, I'd get rid of my television. What would I need a television for anyway? All I ever watch are Mets games, and I can get my news from the internet or the radio. The idea became more attractive as I thought of how much easier it would be to swap audio components without an enormous, old 27" Sharp television set getting in the way. I might even be able to hock the television for a sweet pair of bongos, or something similarly musical and pretty. They've got some nice rhythm…
The fourth annual Rocky Mountain Audio Fest is taking place this weekend at the Denver Tech Center Marriott. Registration was up 15% this year; snapped in the line in front of the registration desk at 9am was erstwhile Stereophile staffer Jonathan Scull (sensible suit, smart tie, and flashy glasses), these days a successful PR and marketing consultant.
Last year, people attended from 44 states and 12 foreign countries; this year’s statistics are not yet available. Attendees include a host of spouses and significant others, for whom a Saturday “Spouse Outing” complete with tea, art…