In the 60s musicians’ unions allowed American jazz performers to visit the UK. In Bradford we saw most of the celebrated American jazz bands and performers at St George’s Hall, and we had the Students’ Club in an atmospheric cellar where individuals from the American groups came afterwards playing with local jazz guys into the early hours.
We mixed those enthusiasms with rock climbing at weekends, and for some, earnest and voracious discovering of “good books”. We all had collections of jazz LPs, which were lent and swopped. Jack, not one of the readers, was a wool-sorter riving apart sheeps’ fleeces by hand and his fingers were like forty grit sandpaper - that combined with a lack of any feeling for the delicate vinyl was a death sentence by scratching, to any treasured LP lent to him - that was if you were “lucky” enough to have it returned.
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I seem to remember your Rollins LP, Out West, where he's photographed (next to a cactus?) and wearing a gun belt. He's looking thoroughly ashamed. I have two or three dozen jazz CDs but rarely play them, not out of apathy but because they have become distant - a bit like Pomp and Circumstance.
ReplyDeleteYour profile has you down as an outdoor enthusiast. You might consider having a visiting card made with a strapline beneath this designation. Choose from two:
(a) Especially when the house is burning down.
(b) Indoor misanthrope.
Agreed!
ReplyDeleteEspecially Miles and his magical trumpet!
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RR - Way Out West - no cactus, but there is the bleached skull of a longhorn lying in the desert behind him. The tracks include "Solitude" so that may be appropriate for the misanthropic, but I reckon I'm only a part-timer in that respect.
ReplyDeleteRouchswalawe - Good - sounds like you are a true jazz fan.