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Shooby Doobie Do? At the very least! SHOOBY TAYLOR - "STOUT-HEARTED MEN" Whee, shoo soo sah, shoo soo swah, shoo voo plah, doo doo rah, doo doo sah, doo doo rah Soo-da-li-twee-daht, soo-da-li-doo-ton-plee-blah Dwee, dah dah shrah, plah plah sah, dah dah rah, plav da shree, loh ku pah, dav du sah! Soo-da-li dwee-daht, soo-da-li doo-ton plah-blah Ray, shah-dah-hah, shah-plah-vrah, sah-vlah-sah, shah-plah-rah, sah-vlah-nah, shah-vlah-hah Soo-day-li doom-bop, doo-dwee-bee-oo-ton-dwee-bee Bim, soo-dee-lee dee-dah-lah-bay oo-dayt, dayt, dwee-bay-doo Shrah, soo, shah, nah, rah, sah, pah, dah, hah Soo-duh-lay dee daht, soo-duh-lay doh-ton twee-bop Bim, soo-di-lee dee-buh-lah-bay diddle-ay doat-und vee-bah Bim, doodle-ay deedle-lah-bay, soodle-ay doo-dah-laht-nn Dwin-shoodle-ay-doo-goo-la, dwin-shoodle-ay-doo-goo-la Bim, doo-bah-lah-odel-doo-bah-lah-bah-doo-buh-luh-buh-doo-bah-lah-bah Bim, zhoo-doo-lay doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee, dah Soo doo-zhoo-lah doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Poppy, poppy, poppy, poppy, poppy, poppy, poppy, poppy! Soo shoo-doo-lay doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bah Bih-mm doo-goo-lah öh-ay-nn doodle-ay hooh-ay-nn doo-goo-lah öh-ay-nn doo-doo-ay Bih-nn doo-goo-lah öh-ay-nn doo-goo-lah dooh-ay-nn doo-goo-lay oon-da-da-duh Ooh oopy poopy, poppy poppy, poppy poppy da shra! Poppy da rah! Soo doo-ba-lay doo-dah! Bim, soo-da-lee doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee doo drah! Dah dah dah sah, buh doo hah rah! Ho, ho, ho, ho! So, ho, ro, ho! Do-o-oh, ho, ho droh, foo-dah-lay-pah Bim, soo-da-lee dee-dah-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bay doo-ton Dway, zhoo-da-lee doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Dun, zhoo-da-lee doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Hoppy poppy poppy poppy doppy doppy dop shra! Bim, shoo-di-lah deedle-ah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Bim soo-da-li duh-dah-lah-shree, soo-duh-lay doo-goo-lah-bay Oodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee, dum shoo-doo shrah-dah, Bim duh doh doh doh doh duh doh, bay-ton-doh-bul-ah-oodly-shoo-doo-lay! Dim, zoo-duh-lay doo-dah-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee oo-ton Dwen zhoo-doo-lay doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Zschrun, zhoo-duh-lay doo-goo-lah-bah doodle-ay doat-un doh-bay Peepy, poppy, peepy, poppy, doppy dop-ah foo-di-ah bah Bim, zoo-duh-lay dee-dah-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Skim, soo-doo-lay doo-goo-lah-bay doodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Vwin, shoo-doo-lay doo-goo-lah-bay oodle-ay doat-un dwee-bee Dopey dopey dopey dopey driv-duh-doo shpla-a-a-ah! Transcribed by PHILIP SALATHE http://www.shooby.com/lyrics/stoutHeartedMen.html

He would appear to be the William Hung of scat, only older, African-American, and now dead.

Larry, I've often felt that Zoot Sims & Fathead Newman were brothers in paralell universes, and the way you describe Zoot's playing pretty much mirrors how I feel about Fathead's. Different contexts, to be sure, as well as different tones (at least until you dig deeper within the tone), but that whole putting it in where it belongs like it was already there and by doing so not creating but highlighting the natural beauty of what it was that was already there quality is something I find irresistable in both men's work.

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Yeah, it is. But sometimes Gleason could get REALLY gushy, and I'm by nature not too big of a fan of gushiness, in spite of just having awoken from a dream about a exploratory oil drill being made in the yard of the house across the street from my parents' house.

Christmas cards!

HA! Pee! Burr The Day! That's what I said!

Hamilton w/Collette & Hall worked just fine for me (better than just fine, actually), but when that shifted to Horn & Pisano, well, I had no real use for it. It was the difference between difference and blahness. They STILL need to get the Hamilton Trio PJ side out into general circulation.

Critics (and reviewers too - there's a BIG difference, imo) are like the things they critique - some really are provocative and rewarding, some are useful to a point but ultimately disposable when push comes to shove, some are workmanlike and take up space in a neutral manner, and some just plain stink. I don't need a crtic to tell me what's good or not, but I sure as hell have gained insight and appreciation as to why I may or may not find something good by reading some of the better jazz writers (that's a better term than either critic or reviewer) over the years, plus I've gotten hipped to some stuff I'd have never heard (or not heard as quickly otherwise). Hey - writing about music has the potential to be as creative and self-examining an act as playing it. The best (that is to say, my favorite ) writers realize that and proceed accordingly. Certainly the music would exist without them, but that's not the point. Good writing can and does affect my perception of life (not just music) as much as good music can, just in a different way. The musicians who say "we don't need no stinkin' critics" are right. We don't. But we do need lively intellects and beautiful souls contributing whatever it is they have to contribute in whatever form they have to contribute it in. If there's not that many "critics" who operate at that level, well...there's not that many musicians who do either, not in terms of the big picture. Write on!

Indeed!

Huh?

Fred Jackson on FACE TO FACE IS God!

My thoughts exactly. Just who the hell WERE those commercials aimed at? Seems like they were giving away cars to boot! And the commercial for the Polygram LP at the end is just TOO sweet. That "hi-fi" has "Record Eater" written all over it... One other humorous note - anybody catch how on the opening credits of the first show it's "The Realettes"? Not that I'd argue - Margie Hendrix seems plenty real to me!

Just saw this listed in the latest Collector's Choice catalog and was wondering about it. Googled the album title and found this thread. I find the feat of a big band recording 50 complete tracks in a seven hour session pretty amazing, "quickies" or not. Was that par for the course in those days for these transcription type sides? That's a LOT of work... The CC catalog mentions that band members were paid a dollar per tune. Wow. And - does the band show any sign of fatigue as the session wears on? And did they have a gig later that night? FIFTY tracks in one day? Pretty damn amazing, I think. I'm tempted to pick this up just because.

Wow.... It seems like it was just last week that it was Christmas, and now here it is already New Year's Day. Where does the time go?

Hmmmmmmm.... I'm intigued, to put it mildly....

And Greg Rockingham has what must be the definitive resume for an organ drummer: Drummer Greg Rockingham began playing when he was just three years old and debuted as a professional musician at age five in his father's jazz ensemble. An alumnus of the famed Interlochen Arts Academy and Northeastern University, Greg has performed or recorded with a wide range of famous names, including the orchestras of Glenn Miller and Guy Lombardo, vocalists Freddie Cole, Patty Page and Jerry Vale and instrumentalists Nat Adderley, Kenny Burrell, Charles Earland and Ellis Marsalis. http://deepblueorgantrio.com/bio2.html Just kidding - cat's obviously a pro and ain't afraid to go after some bucks. Hell yeah.

Yes: http://deepblueorgantrio.com/bio1.html

Getting play on KNTU. Sounds good so far. Was put off by how they did "Can't Hide Love", but got over it by the track's end.

Not the blinds, that's for sure.

I played a debutante ball in Oklahoma City Wednesday night w/a generic party band and we split the bill with Jerry Jeff Walker. He got 25K to do an hour with his 3 piece backing band and they didn't have to wear tuxedos either. I'll take some of that brisket, dammit.

Individual mileages will vary, of course, but I think that Williams was a better player than he showed on his sole album as leader.

Personally, I think that a lot of what's being released now is what should be being played in clubs as players work through/out the upper levels of their apprenticeship. But that means a vibrant regional/national club/working band scene, and those days are gone, at least for now. Over, done, finito, taillights. So whatcha' gonna do 'bout that? Me, I just get dark and drink about it. Cheers!