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The usually available discographical data on this session: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: December 5, 1963 Location: Jazzhus Montmartre, Copenhagen, Denmark Label: (radio broadcast) Kenny Dorham (ldr), Kenny Dorham, Rolf Ericson (t), Tete Montoliu (p), Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen (b), Alex Riel (d) a. Solar - 11:17 (Miles Davis, Chuck Wayne) b. Woody 'n You - 13:53 (Dizzy Gillespie) c. Scandia Skies - 08:53 (Kenny Dorham) d. Manhã De Carnaval - 08:14 (Luiz Bonfa, Antonio María) e. It Could Happen To You - 05:46 (Jimmy Van Heusen, Johnny Burke) All titles on: - Steeplechase CD: SCCD 36011 - Scandia Skies - Steeplechase LP 12'': SCC 6011 - Scandia Skies Omit Kenny Dorham (t) on d. Omit Rolf Ericson (t) on c. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But I´ve received some very reliable information contradicting this: Allan Botschinsky on trumpet AND flügelhorn, instead of Rolf Ericson on trumpet. Could you, owners of the LP or CD edition o knowledgeable jazzers in general, confirm which is the right data -checking your issues AND listening to it-? Pleeeeaze! I really believe in your ears! And could you also confirm that: - Dorham sits out on Manhã De Carnaval - the other trumpetist (whoever he is) sits out on Scandia Skies ? Thanks in advance!

33 years. Hope there´s fifty more to listen to jazz...

Art Tatum had this one as a warhorse in his last years. I have eight different versions, some of them played live. Each one is different, every of them are wonderful! PS: there were quite a few threads like this one months ago. I´ll try to resurrect them... It´s fun!

Just bought a couple of CDs: -Ben Webster: Live at Haarlemse Jazzclub (Limetree reissue of the CAT disc) -Joe Lovano: Flights of fancy. Trio fascination volume two. For 5,55 € !!!!

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In the July 1965 issue of an old Swedish/Norwegian magazine called "Jazznytt" there is an interesting interview with Ben Webster recalling the famous May 4, 1940 recording session of Cottontail for RCA-Victor:

Michael: Do you hear me? Have you received my last mails? If not, maybe there´s some trouble with my mail server. Cheers, Agustín

A bit off-topic (not on quoting while soloing but on recognizing tunes, and playing them in a different way, as has been mentioned above) On Dan Morgenstern´s liner notes to "Live at Hanratty´s", a solo date by Dick Wellstood on Chiaroscuro, he writes (and quotes Dick) about "name that tune" contests:

Any of her recordings with Ran Blake is worth (I´d pick "The newest sound around" first). And "After hours" with Mal Waldron is plainly beautiful. BTW: Get out of the ghetto!!! http://www.organissimo.org/forum/index.php...wtopic=2538&hl=

I´ve read somewhere that Thomas Owens has identified over 100 of the different motifs that Bird most commonly used in creating his solos, and he put them together in a new and completely different way for every performance.

In fact it looks like it hasn´t been published yet. Due out on November 1, according to jazzmatazz. You can pre-order it at amazon for $20.40.

I´d like to know your impressions/opinions on the quotes to other tunes that many musicians (think of Dexter Gordon, for instance) intercalate while soloing. Do you think (I´ve heard this opinion before) it´s a lack of creativity? It´s just a humorous hint? Sorry if this has been discussed before, I couldn´t find anything with a "only titles" search.

As Bessie Smith sang it: Send Me To The 'Lectric Chair Judge you wanna hear my plea Before you open up your court But I don't want no sympathy 'Cause I done cut my good man's throat I caught him whith a trifling Jane I warned him 'bout before I had my knife and went insane And the rest you ought to know Judge, judge, please mister judge, Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, judge, good mister judge, Let me go away from here I wanna take a journey To the devil down below I done killed my man I wanna reap just what I sow Oh judge, judge, lordy lordy judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, judge, hear me judge Send me to the 'lectric chair I love him so dear I cut him with my barlow (?) I kicked him in the side I stood here laughing o'r him While he wallowed around and died Oh judge, judge, lordy judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, judge, sweet mister judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, judge, good kind judge Burn me 'cause I don't care I don't want no one good mayor To go my bail I don't want to spend no Ninety-nine years in jail So judge, judge, good kind judge Send me to the 'lectric chair

As Blind Boy Fuller recorded it in New York, on 29 April 1936: Cat Man Blues Went home last night Heard a noise, I asked my wife what was that Went home last night Heard a noise, I asked my wife what was that Said Man don't be so suspicious That ain't nothin' but a cat Lord I travelled this world all over mama Takin' all kinds of chance Travelled this world all over mama Takin' all kinds of chance But I never come home before Seein' a cat wearin' a pair of pants Lord I wouldn't call him cat man If he'd come around in the day Wouldn't call him cat man If he'd come around in the day But he waits till late at night woman When he can steal my cream away Lord I want that cat man to stay away from my house Lordy when I'm out Lord I want that cat man to stay away from my house Oh Lord when I'm out Cause I believe he's the cause of my woman Wearin' the mattress down Said I went home last night Actin' just quiet as a lamb Said I went home last night Actin' quiet as a lamb I never raised no stuff man Till I heared my backdoor slam.

Transcribed from vocals by Bessie Smith, recorded May 28, 1923: Mama's Got the Blues (Clarence Williams - Sara Martin) Some people say that the weary blues ain't bad; Some people say the weary blues ain't bad; But it's the worst old feeling that I've ever had. Woke up this morning, with a jinx around my bed. I woke up this morning with a jinx around my bed; I didn't have no daddy to hold my aching head. Brown skin's deceitful, but a yellow man is worse; Brown skin's deceitful, but a yellow man is worse; I'm gonna get myself a black man and play safety first. I got a man in Atlanta, two in Alabama, three in Chattanooga, Four in Cincinatti, five in Mississippi, six in Memphis, Tennessee, If you don't like my peaches, please let my orchard be!

Transcribed from Rosa Henderson and the Choo Choo Jazzers, vocals by Rosa Henderson, recorded 2/19/25: Nobody Knows the Way I Feel 'Dis Mornin' I woke up this mornin' out of my dream, I felt so mistreated, I had to scream, Just thinking about that mean man of mine, I don't know why he treats me so unkind. Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin', Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin', If I only had my way, The graveyard is the place my man would lay, Ain't nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I pawned everything that I had this mornin', I pawned everything that I had this mornin', I pawned my ring, gold watch and chain, I would have pawned myself but I felt ashamed, Ain't nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I even hate to hear your name this mornin', I even hate to hear your name this mornin', I even hate to hear your name, I can kill you quicker than an express train, Ain't nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

Transcribed from vocals by Big Bill Broonzy, recorded October 31, 1935: The Sun Gonna Shine in My Door Someday Just sittin' here hungry and ain't got a dime, Lord, look like my friends would come to see poor me sometime; 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Mama, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. When I was in jail, expecting a fine, When I went 'fore the judge, not a friend could I find, 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Woman, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. Lord, I lost my father and my brother, too, That's why you hear me singing; Lord, I'm lonesome and blue, 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Mama, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. Cried aloud, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Now, I used to be your regular, woman, now I got to be your dog, 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Woman, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. Lord, I'm in trouble, no one to pay my fine; Lord, when I get out of this county jail, I'm gonna leave this town of mine, 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Mama, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. Lord, I've been droven from door to door, Now, it look like my friends don't want me around no more, 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Woman, the sun gonna shine in my door someday. I was with my buddy through thick and thin, Lord, my buddy got away, but I got in; 'Cause it doesn't matter who, Lord of Heaven, Mama, the sun gonna shine in my door someday.

Garota d´Ipanema (Charlotta Höglund)

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BRAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, MARCUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Glad to see there´s so much esteem and admiration for Tete Montoliu on this board. Nowadays in this country, the only Spanish jazz that gets media coverage is the Flamenco-Jazz stuff (not that I don´t like it). Sadly, Tete Montoliu is an undervalued musician and an almost obscure figure. You can´t even read a line on him anywhere (try some Googling with his name only for Spanish sites: the results are simply discouraging). As Miquel Jurado, Tete´s biographer and close friend, recently told me, it looks like everybody has even forgotten his name. Thanks for all the encouraging words on the discography! Keep visiting it, as further corrections and additions will be uploaded as they come.

Yes. He didn´t sound just like Coleman Hawkins, did he?

Now THAT should be fun. Agustín: Give the Blue Note folk a good beatin'. GO! GO! GO! You want an all-Oscar-Peterson blindfold test?

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