Art made Oscar Peterson sound like... me, almost. That bad. Anyway, Andy has a fine announcer's voice and his asides are funny and smooth and natural. His sides are even better. They'd never allow such a genuine kind of talent on our local public station. If that sounds like a comment on central Ohio, then, Bingo. (No, Bingo--I wasn't calling you.) Bingo is my second tux. He's the most social of my three cats.
Anyway, give Andy's music and voice a listen.
And there's Brad the Impaler's amazing Shellac Shanty, which I've been meaning to comment upon for a week or so--and the Shanty posts are piling up as we type. Brad's restorations are first-rate and the selections are consistently excellent and educational--what a combination. Like me, Brad likes commenting at length. Which is good. I don't buy the conventional fewer-words-the-better blogging wisdom.
Brad and Andy have music worth listening to, and they love it, and they love to share it. They pass the MY(P)WHAE test with flying colors. If you haven't already checked them out, please do so.
Rosie thanks you, even if she prefers to sit on records rather than listen to them. (Years ago, she climbed on board an LP as it was turning. I said something like, "Aieeeeee!!!!" Since then, the Dual is off-limits to Rosemary!)
Rosie "Heh, heh--the Birds will Never See Me" Hartsfeld, in action
Lee
2 comments:
Reminds me of a Garfield line to a bird: 'Hey! Why don't you just hide between those two slices of bread?'
As you probably know, when Oscar Peterson was in high school he was beginning to show off because all the girls would gather around the piano when he was playing. One day his father played an Art Tatum record for him. Oscar said: 'That's two pianists?' His father replied, 'No, that's one pianist'. Oscar says, 'I banged the piano shut and didn't play for one month'.
I NEVER listen to Tatum while typing. He makes me nervous. I'm trying to catch up with him.
Have a nice day,
Domi.
Art Tatum... I remember an anecdote about Fats Waller playing at the Apollo in the late 30s, he was well into his set, when he looked out into the audience, stopped playing what he was playing, pulled his hands slowly away from the keys, stood, and spoke into the microphone: "God is in the house." He was, of course, referring to Art Tatum.
I can listen to Fats Waller, Keith Jarret, Oscar Peterson, Jimmy Smith, Joey DeFrancesco, Stan Kenton, Vince Guaraldi, Nat Cole, et al. in the background all day. If I put on some Art Tatum, it's for serious listening (as in "How in the name of the Gods did he DO that...").
I have a set of Tatum solo 78s I need to re-encode... those will be coming up soon on the Shanty.
Lee, thanks for the great shout-out, right back at'cha! It's because of your brilliant transfer work that I started it.
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