In rather different mode, a happy birthday to a fine bass player and all-round good chap, Terry Pack, here giving what I think is one of his finest performances (though since it was over forty years ago, he probably wouldn’t agree!) :
I believe there may be another music-related birthday today, too…
Which reminds me. Did I mention that piper’s lung is making a comeback? These modern non-animal-derived pipes aren’t as good at suppressing the interesting fungi that grow inside the bag…
The Dad and I used to annoy my poor mother with ‘in’ phrases, one of them being, from something we had listened to and she had not, “it kills the wee beasties that live in the lungs”. I am surprised she did not poison or bludgeon the pair of us, to be honest.
And I cannot get through to her on the phone. This is turning into One Of Those Evenings. There, avoided giving any of you an Eagles earworm rather neatly, didn’t I?
Yay! That’s two for two. Do you want to hear the one I gave Wor Fish earlier? To the tune of Allouette?
All together now: ‘dermatitis, contact dermatitis’
Well, they do say a change is as good as a rest, dere. And I am sure you could do with one or the other of those. Or a long-distance garrotte.
G x
That is like saying “Oh. Fiction. I’ll get my gun.” There is over a hundred years’ worth of jazz,and some of it is excellent.
Have you actually heard of klezmer? Because I think if you are going to condemn that number you need to listen to it first and perhaps see how little like most lazy categorisation as jazz it actually is. (Apart from being several hundred years older as a musical form, obviously.) Would you say dismissively that the music in Fiddler on the Roof is jazz?