Posts Tagged ‘jazz’
In case you don’t know, Jarreau was a noted jazz and rhythm and blues singer. He gained more commercial appeal after writing and singing the lyrics for the hit 1980’s TV show “Moonlighting”, but I enjoyed him primarily for his scat singing, which done well is one of the finer points in jazz music.
If you or your children listened to Sesame Street, you heard the distinctive harmonica in the opening theme music. That was Thielemans, but he was so much more than that, both musically and personally. If Quincy Jones calls you “one of the greatest musicians of our time,” you are a force to be reckoned with in the jazz world, and that is what he said of Thielemans. Read this to catch up.
I was fortunate enough to hear the jazz man play his clarinet in his unique style live several times in New Orleans. He was apparently as good-humored as a person as he was as a performer, and he always appeared to be having a lot of fun doing what he loved. The music in Heaven is even sweeter now…
Extraordinary jazz musician Lew Soloff died yesterday. He played with everybody, including Frank Sinatra, but if you were even a mild fan of the group Blood, Sweat and Tears, you heard him. Aaron Goldstein has included a link to a clip of a performance in his tribute. Listen to it as your own tribute.
As part of its American Masters series, PBS is premiering a special on Bing Crosby tonight. If you think the smooth-voiced crooner did nothing more than record Christmas songs and shoot some movies with Bob Hope, you need some musical education, especially if you’re a jazz lover.
If you have never heard a live performance of jazz in New Orleans, you have missed out on one of life’s great experiences. I was fortunate enough to hear the Ferbos trumpet purr and growl on three occasions when in New Orleans, the last time about a decade ago. He was an old man then, but he played like a youngster, sounding every bit as good as he had decades before. Life fine wine and cheese, his skill didn’t diminish, but simply aged into a state of grace. Every jazz lover now hopes he has a permanent gig at the Pearly Gates to welcome us.