Jazz Jam 28 July 2006

What Now?

No, that’s not a cry of rage against the latest Bush outrage.  It’s a jazz CD recorded in 2005 that I recently had the pleasure of hearing.  Recorded in New York 1-2 June 2004, the 2005 release features Kenny Wheeler on flugelhorn, Chris Potter on tenor sax, John Taylor on piano, and Dave Holland on double bass.  Follow me over the fold for more…
All are experienced musicians, and it shows.  While all the tunes are original compositions by Wheeler, you’ll find yourself reminded of some of the great jazz you’ve heard before, as I was when I listened to the second track, “One Two Three,” which was reminiscent of Herbie Hancock’s album “Maiden Voyage.”  There’s the same sophisticated post-bop melodic creativity and harmonies – which is a lot of fancy talk to say that if you like albums like “Maiden Voyage,” or Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue,” or Wayne Shorter’s “Speak No Evil,” or McCoy Tyner from the same period, you’ll like this CD.  Am I saying it’s an accomplishment equal to those giants?  No, but let’s say it’s a fish from the same cool pond.

It’s complex stuff in spots, and I don’t say that to scare you off so much as to say that this is an intense album; one of those CDs that you’ll hear new things on with each listening.  Sometimes musicians achieve such a level of chemistry, of mind reading, that it’s almost as if they’re a four-part instrument being played by God – a magic that leaves your mouth hanging open in awe.  These guys have that groove going here.

And just in case you think I’m trippin’ on something here, the CD was nominated for a Grammy for “Best Jazz Instrumental Album – Individual or Group” in 2005, which was a heck of a year for new jazz releases: Lots of competition.  On-line reviewers liked it too; one mentioned Wheeler’s earlier CD “Angel Song” in their reviews; I’m on the hunt for that one now.

Aside – interestingly, there’s no drummer on this CD, so if you’re a drummer you can play along – if you think you’re up to it (the faint-hearted need not apply)!  If any drummers out there who accept the challenge, let us all know how it goes.

And with that lead-in, I should take this opportunity to provide a little information about the four musicians on this CD:

At Age 76, Canadian trumpeter Kenny Wheeler is a veteran on the jazz scene (biographical information at link) with a unique sound:

“The Wheeler sound is one of the most distinctive in the history of the jazz trumpet. A thin, overblown note is followed by a florid flurry, the high squeal by a long low note he rolls around his mouth like a chewy mint. Although his phrases are bordered, like blotting paper in ink, with romanticism, the comforting phrase is superseded by the querulous, a moment of tenderness by a scream of panic. He has his trademark tics, but is incapable of producing a hackneyed phrase. Like words from a prophet, every note counts.”
–    Sholto Byrnes in The Independent, 20th August 2002

Englishman Dave Holland was discovered in 1968 in London by Miles Davis, and played with Davis’ groups in 1968-70.  He then left, playing with Chick Corea and other notables on the jazz scene in the 1970s, establishing himself through the `80’s and 90’s as a name in his own right.  His website is here.

“One of the things that’s happening to me as I get older,” says Holland, now 60, “is that I’m thinking more and more about using the totality of my experience as a player. Something Sam Rivers said a long time ago has stayed with me: ‘Don’t leave anything out, use it all.’ That’s become almost a mantra for me over the years as I’ve tried to find a way to build a vehicle which lets me utilize the full spectrum which includes the tradition, which includes playing the blues, which includes improvising freely. I love all that music, and there’s been a desire to reconcile all those areas, to make them relevant, hopefully, in a contemporary context, as one music.”

John Taylor is another sixty-something Englishman; he was playing in a trio by 1969 but came into prominence as vocalist Cleo Laine’s accompanist in the early 1970’s.  By the late 70’s he had played with Wheeler for the first time, and went on to a successful career in several groups detailed at the link.

…Taylor played as if the piano were his orchestra, always intriguing and filled with sumptuous chords, groove-alerting cross-rhythms and nimble lines. His playing is strikingly original and immediate, as if the piano has revealed all kinds of secrets to him that are kept from most other musicians…
– Peter Hum, Ottawa Citizen

The “youngster” of this group at 35, Chris Potter is also the token American in the group.  His official website is here (downloads available).  He was something of a musical child prodigy:

Jazz singer/bassist Jim Ferguson recalls:
“Chris Potter used to sit in with us when I was in college. His folks would bring him to the gigs. He was eight or nine years old at the time and could play well even then.”

As a teenager he was winning awards, and was discovered by Marian McPartland at age 15.  In college at The New School in New York, he continued to amaze

…teacher Kenny Werner relates:
“Chris was in my composition class at the New School for about a year. When he called me for a private lesson, I had no idea how he played. We started with a bebop tune; but he went further out on the second thing we played, and on the third tune he was playing in the language of my contemporaries, guys who grew up following all of Miles’ bands and aspiring to the kind of spiritual strivings that defined Coltrane’s music. By the fourth tune, I wanted to take a lesson from Chris.”

He has gone on to a very successful career, but not without its darker moments; in recent years Chris has experienced recurring bouts with Meniere’s disease, which has cost him virtually 100% of the hearing in his left ear.

…Well, now that I know a bit more about the musicians, no wonder the CD was so good!  Enjoy!

Jazz Jam 21 July 2006

A Great Day in Harlem:  The Harlem 1958 Jazz Portrait Website

Inspired by recent commentary by our own AG about work he’s doing for jazz preservation, and remembering comments from a while back by BostonJoe and others interested in learning more about jazz, but perhaps intimidated by it all, I thought I’d offer a doorway for folks interested in exploring the history of jazz, the connections between musicians, the various styles.  So I started out with good old Google, and I ran across The Photo.

Oh, I’d seen it before, and vaguely seemed to remember an NPR piece, but here it was again, the centerpiece of a website designed to do exactly what I was hoping for:  provide an entrance for someone interested in exploring the history of jazz, learning who’s who before setting off for further explorations.

So what is that photo and who are the folks in it?

Art Kane attributed his famous photograph to being young and naïve.  In August 1958 he was hired by Esquire magazine to come up with a photo to open an article about jazz.  He figured he would contact every major jazz musician in New York to show up on 126th street in Harlem at 10am to take a group portrait.  Getting jazz musicians anywhere together at 10am seemed impossible, but to everyone’s surprise 57 musicians showed up.  It was Art Kane’s first professional photograph.

Who are the folks in the photograph?  If you go to the website you can click on the photo and enter a series of close-ups of parts of the photo, with each artist identified.  Not only are they identified, but you can find a mini-biography of the person as a jumping off point for further investigation.  There may be, depending on the artist, links to additional websites, or recommended albums (links to Amazon, where you can hear sound clips).

But the website isn’t all there is.  You can get the full multimedia experience.  There was a jazz documentary made in 1994 with the photo as a jumping off point (probably the source of the vague memory I have from NPR):

Jean Bach’s 1994 film, A Great Day In Harlemis one of the best documentaries about jazz music.  It is filled with anecdotes, history and clips of classic performances.  The film shows how jazz is a musical language that a network of artists developed together.  While individuals had iconic personalities (such as Charles Mingus or Thelonious Monk), everyone in the portrait performed and recorded with each other.

If you’re already a jazz fan this living history of the music is required viewing.  If you are new to jazz, the film is a great place to start learning. Get a copy of the DVD and then use the website to jump around to learn more.

The website also has helpful indices of the artists by name, by instrument, and by style.  So if you were only interested in bebop, you could find out who in the photo is a bebop artist and link directly to them.  Or if you’re a drummer, and want to learn about the drummers, you can approach it that way as well.

You can buy a poster of the photo to hang over the easy chair where you listen to jazz.

You can join their mailing list.

And there’s an interesting discussion you reach by a link in the lower left corner of the main page of the site.  The link is marked “iTunes versus Jazz Preservation” and opens to a discussion of how much of the historical documentation of jazz is lost by the ways in which music be being marketed on-line today.  When you get a tune from a file swapper you don’t expect documentation.  But when you buy music from a legitimate source, there is documentation – such as original liner notes, album art, etc. – that is easily available but not currently provided.  You get it when you buy the CD.  If on-line music purchasing is to be the wave of the future, then we need to have those historical resources somehow available through the new medium as well – and preserved for the future.  Go read the full essay, and post your thoughts here if you’re so inclined.  If you’re really motivated, there’s even easy click-on links to send a message to iTunes and other music sites.  Suggested wording for your message is even provided, LOL.

The link to discuss the article doesn’t seem to be working, but despite that tiny flaw this has got to be one of the most intuitively designed, user-friendly and interesting jazz-related websites I’ve run across.  Highly recommended, especially if you’re involved in music education!

Anyone else have any recommended websites or other resources for those wanting to learn more about jazz?  Or just want to tell me what you’re listening to this week?

Have a great weekend!

How do YOU keep from going crazy?

Keepinon posted the following flattering comment yesterday under my daily nerdly posting to the News Bucket:

Hey KP: Knowing what you know (I look to you for current info on a vast variety of topics), and living where you live, (the Smokey Mts. are one of my all time favorite places, but the culture there causes my stomach to churn, at times) how do you remain sane?? (Living,as I do, in the Michigan 8th congressional district, I really need to know then answer to this question.)

I thought this question was worthy of more than the glib reply of “What?  You’ve confused me with a sane person?  Silly you!” that it immediately begged for.  And I wanted to open the discussion to the group, since a great many of us live in places that fall short of the social conditions of “The People’s Republic of Vermont” and have to deal with this question on some level.  I suspect that some of the strategies each of has developed may be useful to others, too.  So this is going to be a group project.

  1. Obviously, I hang around here, the “24-hour cocktail party” as I’ve described it to Mrs. K.P.  We all serve as lifelines to sanity for each other on dark days.
  2. Mrs. K.P. is my bedrock.  I know there’s always at least one sane person I can reach out to.  She’s more outgoing than I am, and we’ve found a small circle of liberal friends primarily through her efforts.  I suspect the fact that this is a college town helps in that regard; several of those folks are also not native East Tennesseeans.  Now that our kids are older, they’re also good for progressive conversation.  But there is a risk of becoming overly judgmental if you cut yourself off to much from local people that you disagree with and may have very different worldviews from.  I’ve tried that and it hasn’t worked out well.  You’ve got to leave the door open to building bridges to others, which leads to:
  3.  I really believe the great majority of people are well-intentioned, just poorly informed, or victims of an unhealthy belief system that they haven’t seen through or my be afraid to challenge – possibly because all their social interactions and self-image are tied up in it.  When the kids were younger, school activities were a good way to force myself to meet others and work with them for a common interest, even if they were fundamentalist Republicans.  And for the few that were really over the edge, Mrs. K.P. and I always had humor to fall back on.  We have one set of neighbors we call “the Flanders,” after the holy-roller neighbors on the Simpsons.  But we have to be careful to not call them that when we meet then in Blockbuster!  For their part, they probably call us the Simpsons, LOL.  And that’s OK.
  4.  I don’t force myself to absorb more news than I can handle.  I also try to get news that may be upsetting from the least “hot” source [in McLuhan’s terms] possible.  I watch very little TV news, or TV at all for that matter.  I do listen to NPR driving to and from work, but if it’s something I can’t handle, I allow myself the option of putting in a jazz CD.  Some might see this as a cop-out, but if I burn out from too much war and poverty news I’m not much good for anybody, including myself.  Better to limit it to what I can handle and come back the next day to fight again.  This took many years and cycles of burnout to come and accept as not a moral failure.  Some of you may see this as a cop-out.  That’s OK.  For a long time I did too, so I have no room to criticize.  For local news, I take the newspaper.  For a long time I didn’t, when I was in a phase of “anger at being surrounded by such Yahoos,” but, as I indicated, that approach didn’t work.  By learning more about my local community, I’m finding out the good things going on here that I would never have seen if I was locked in a defensive, self-righteous cocoon.  Plus by getting local news through the newspaper, I have more control than over the TV – I can decide not to read something that I’m not up for, or come back to it later, hash it through slowly with Mrs. K.P. over coffee, or clip it out for later reference.
  5. Confession #1: Local political involvement beyond voting, giving money, and yard signs is a next step, one where I’m still working up the nerve to take the plunge.  Having a very ethnic (Italian) last name I have a level of fear that the native Tennesseeans who seem to be the ones active in local politics might not be very open to me.  Yes, I know, this is probably silly – they’d be happy to have me stuff envelopes, even if they don’t want to turn my Philadelphia accent loose on the phone bank.
  6. A sense of humor, as mentioned above, works wonders.  I love everything from the Marx Brothers and Three Stooges to virtually anything animated to quirky sitcoms (What’s that show with William Shatner as the nutty lawyer?).  The only popular show I couldn’t take was “Everybody Loves Raymond,” as the mother character hit a little too close to home.  She’d make me crazy; I’d have to jump up and go in the other room and do the dishes.  Had the same problem with parts of Fun With Dick and Jane, having been laid off a few years ago.  In general, though, I decided a long time ago it’s best to laugh at myself – it beats Mrs. K.P. to the punch, and she doesn’t miss much.  ðŸ˜‰
  7. I was one of those kids that would happily spend hours watching the bugs, clouds, stars, etc. – which turned out to not be a good survival skill in the asphalt jungle of Philly in the 1970’s – and I still have a streak of that today, obviously, as it led me into a career in the environmental field.  The rich biodiversity here is one thing that makes it worth it for me – I can tell there’s a lot more going on here in terms of the complexity of the local ecology even in my backyard, compared to my yards in Philly, Kansas City, or Cincinnati.  Not that those weren’t worth appreciating, of course!  And having the national park, national forests, state parks, etc. nearby is a selling point for living here.  [And real estate is really cheap compared to those other places, so come on down!]  Everyone needs some personal interests that they can use to detach and recharge, no matter where they live.  Art is a good one, as is music.  Or history – when I burned out during the Reagan/Papa Bush years I spent a lot of time investigating my roots and ancient Roman history.  Also collected ancient coins for a time, but later had to sell them when I got laid off.  Thus the occasional allusions to Rome.  But Booman seems to know a lot more Roman history than I do.  Hopefully after 2008 we’ll have the luxury of doing some fun diaries and debate “Who’s crazier – W or Nero?  Who did more harm to their empire – W or Caracalla?”  
  8. I’ve mentioned in the past my spiritual path from Catholicism to Taoism, and that I try to interpret things on a wise-foolish and/or healthy-unhealthy axis rather than a good-evil axis.  It’s definitely helped my blood pressure.  Demonizing someone is not the road to peace or peace of mind.  This whole topic would merit another diary on another day.
  9. Confession #2: In the really dark days (say, December, 2004 through last summer) I seriously, quietly, got to work on an “escape plan.”  We all got passports, I negotiated with Mrs. K.P. the required events that would have to come to pass to trigger emigration (the draft is her hot button; unfortunately, several of my trigger-points have been passed; you can guess what they are), I researched the how-tos on line, last summer we took a vacation to Canada, I even have a Canadian placement professional I talk to regularly.  It might still happen, God forbid.  But right now I’m down to yellow alert (those color codes are starting to actually look a bit quaint, and certainly passe, don’t you think?)  I mention this because I think having an escape plan helped me feel I still had a bit of control over my life, however much of an illusion that might be (and we could debate that – and the morality of that approach – sometime, but probably not today).  It helped keep me from going crazy, and that was your question, so I’m trying to answer it honestly.  The same instinct came to the fore when I was in college and Three Mile Island happened.  For several days, we didn’t know whether we were getting the straight story from the government, and Philly is downwind from TMI.  So my roommate and I had our escape routes all mapped out, just in case, and we listened to KYW newsradio 24-7.  One guy we knew took a different approach – he thought we’d been lied to and all lethally exposed to radiation (think Chernobyl) – so he took serious amounts of drugs and wandered the campus like a zombie for a week.  After which time he said, “Oh look, we’re all still here!”  Hopefully we’ll be saying that in 2008, LOL!

Anyway, I’m no Buddha but that’s my ninefold-path (we need an extra fold because these are unusual circumstances, LOL.)  

So, c’mon folks, jump in with your survival hints as well.  I’m sure I’ve not covered everything!

Yours in presenting a reasonable facsimilie of mental health (whatever that means), at least on-line,

K.P.

Monday News Bucket

There is no greater illusion than fear,
no greater wrong than preparing to defend yourself,
no greater misfortune than having an enemy.

— Tao Te Ching, 46

Promoted by Steven D.

Jazz Jam 14 July 2006

Jazz Harp?  Say What?

Sometimes you start following an idea and you don’t know where it will end up…

Following up on my diary a few weeks back on Alice Coltrane, I decided to pick up another of her CDs on EBay, a work from 1970, Journey in Satchidananda.  More on that in a minute.  But one of the surprises on the CD was that Ms. C. not only played piano, she also played harp.  Now you might be saying to yourself “Jazz harp?” but in fact such a thing had previously been pioneered several years earlier by Dorothy Ashby (which I had heard on a CD from the Knox County Public Library, to give credit where it’s due:  They have a better jazz selection than you might expect from a smaller-sized city in eastern Tennessee…).  This got me wondering – is this just lightning hitting the same spot twice, or is there a whole tradition of jazz harp that I know nothing about?  So off to Google I went…

In fact, Googling “jazz harp” turned up 8,520,000 (20,300 if you put quotes around it) entries!  So apparently there’s a whole jazz harp counterculture I knew nothing about.  Who would have thought?

My first stop in this terra incognita was jazzharp.com.  This turned out to be the website of Park Stickney, a jazz harpist.  The website would be worth a visit just to see the photos of him on a motorcycle with his harp in the sidecar.  If you’re going to be in Switzerland this August (What?  No?  But everyone who’s anyone goes to Switzerland in August!) you can take a jazz harp seminar with him and a tai chi seminar (a two-for-one deal I guess).  Since coincidentally I’m in the second week of a tai chi class myself, I can’t throw snarky rocks over that.  I know you’re disappointed.  ðŸ˜‰

Mr. Stickney is a graduate of the Julliard School and a world-traveling performer and teacher of the jazz harp with several CDs available (details on the website).  He has an inordinate fondness for black cherry yogurt.

I’m sure that last factoid adds immeasurably to your enjoyment of this diary.

Before I lapse totally into dadaism, causing left brain implosion, I better get back on topic.  According to wikipedia, jazz harpists in addition to Dorothy Ashby, Alice Coltrane, and Park Stickney include Edmar Castañeda, Zeena Parkins, and Deborah Henson-Conant.  Since I’m insatiably curious, I may track them down someday for a listen too.  So here are a collection of mini-biographies to whet your curiosity.

Dorothy Ashby was born in 1932 in Detroit.  Her father was a jazz guitarist.  She attended Cass Technical High School where fellow students included such future musical talents and jazz greats as Donald Byrd, Gerald Wilson, and Kenny Burrell. While in high school she played a number of instruments including the saxophone and bass before coming upon the harp.  She attended Wayne State University and began playing jazz piano in the Detroit area in the 1950s.  She attempted to interest others in harp as a jazz instrument, but met resistance – so she formed her own trio, gradually opening people’s minds to the possibilities of the instrument in jazz.  Her albums include The Jazz Harpist, In a Minor Groove, Hip Harp, Fantastic Jazz Harp of Dorothy Ashby with (Junior Mance), Django/Misty, Concerto De Aranjuez, Afro Harping, Dorothy’s Harp, The Rubaiyat of Dorothy Ashby, and Music for Beautiful People. Between 1956-1970, she recorded 10 albums for such labels as Savoy, Cadet, Prestige, New Jazz, Argo, Jazzland and Atlantic.  

You can hear clips from “In a Minor Groove” at Amazon; as reviewer Peter Johansen there put it, “If I had to make a list of favorite obscure CDs this would surely be on it. I’d recommend this to just about anyone with an interest in jazz, especially since this is really two great albums compiled on one CD. I’ve never heard the harp played anything like this, like some sort of otherworldly guitar.”

Dorothy Ashby is noteworthy for her talent and her contributions to contemporary jazz. There have been very few jazz harpists in history, and Dorothy Ashby was one of the greatest. Prior to Ashby, the harp had been part of the music scene only in terms of big bands and as a “swing” instrument. For example, Oscar Reardon played the harp for Jack Teagarden’s octet in 1934, and Duke Ellington added Betty Glamann to his orchestra, but again the emphasis was upon swing music for dancing to the big bands. Prior to Ashby no one in the 1940s and 1950s had adapted the harp to jazz so successfully nor had integrated into such a broad array of musical styles, including soul-jazz harp. Ashby is also important as an African-American woman and musician who was a groundbreaking influence in the history of the harp in contemporary music. She was one of the first harpists to contribute to the classic hard bop and jazz-funk recordings of the mid-20th century, and she was also an important figure in the history of African-American women musicians. Her influence certainly opened doors for such contemporary harp jazz musicians as Deborah Henson-Conant.
— Retrieved from “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Ashby”

Alice Coltrane was previously profiled here; as I mentioned above, in addition to her piano work she also performed jazz harp on the 1970 album, Journey in Satchidananda.  Satchidananda means knowledge, existence, or bliss, and the album is deeply influenced by Coltrane’s exploration of eastern thought, especially after the death of her husband John.  The following review by Michael Stack at Amazon (where sound clips are also available) sums this album up really well.  I can’t think of a thing to add, so I’ll just quote him:

Perhaps the best album Alice Coltrane recorded, “Journey in Satchidananda” is one of those records where everything comes together– Alice Coltrane took her late husband’s final bands and their spiritual sounds and eschewed the frantic extended improvisations in favor of a more tame and subtle spiritual groove. The results here are stunning.

The majority of the album is made of from a studio session recorded in November of 1970– Coltrane, heard on harp and piano, is joined by Pharoah Sanders (heard exclusively on soprano sax), Tulsi (playing tamboura, an Indian droning instrument), Cecil McBee (bass), Rashied Ali (drums) and Majid Shabazz (percussion). The pieces are all set up in a deep spiritual groove by the rhythm section (particularly McBee, who really finds a pocket throughout), with an air added to the pieces by the presence of the tamboura. Coltrane’s framing, on either piano or harp, is lovely, reminiscent of her works with John Coltrane, and her harp playing has evolved greatly even since “A Monastic Trio” (1968) to become very unique and exciting. Sanders, for his part, solos lyrically and rather restrained, and is far more melodic than he often was at that time. It’s difficult to discuss highlights– the whole thing is utterly superb.

The closing track is a less performance from July of the same year, with Coltrane on harp joined by Sanders (again on soprano) and Ali again, but also joined by Vishnu Wood (on oud) and Charlie Haden (on bass). The sound is remarkably different, with Wood providing the driving rhythmic figures and Sanders soloing even more delicately then he does on the studio track, and it makes for a fitting coda for the record.

I can’t really recommend this album enough, it is one of the great spiritual jazz records. It belongs in the collection of anyone interested in this sort of music.

Here’s a good summary of Edmar Castañeda, (link to his website) from a review of a 2005 concert in New York:

Edmar Castañeda, a 27-year old, Colombian native, has taken harp playing to new and elevated heights. He has combined the styles of Jazz and South American music and has created a hybrid style that is captivating and often jaw-dropping. He has put together a unique trio with Marshall Gilkes on the trombone and Dave Silliman on the drums and percussion.

The absence of a bassist is more than compensated by the fact that the harp contains a wide range of strings that go as low as a bass and as high as a piccolo. With that range, it seems that Edmar Castañeda is playing two instruments at the same time, playing bass lines with his left hand, while the right hand takes care of the melody lines. But when he solos, both hands come into play.

Zeena Parkins, also from Detroit, performs in both the rock and jazz idioms.  Wikipedia says: “…she has recorded or performed with Björk, John Zorn, Elliott Sharp, Ikue Mori, Butch Morris, Jim O’Rourke, Fred Frith, Lee Ranaldo, Nels Cline, Pauline Oliveros, and others. She has also worked with choreographers including Neil Greenberg, Emmanuelle Vo-Dinh, Jennifer Lacey, and video artist Janene Higgins.”  (Yeah, I’ve only heard of one or two of those people either.  Guess I’ve lost my license as a cool cherry-yogurt-eating, tai-chi-doing traveller to Switzerland…).

From her website:  

Zeena makes use of anything within reach as a possible tool with which she can enhance the sonic capabilities of her harps. She accurately describes her harp as a “sound machine of limitless capacity” and has used, household objects and hardware store finds, including: alligator clips, nails, rubber erasers, rubber tubing, felt, bows, metal candy lids, oversized metal bolts, hair clips, glass jars, discarded strings, as well as more conventional: leslie cabinets, guitar pedals, and numerous other digital processing hardware and assorted and varied software.

To close things out, a look at Deborah Henson-Conant a harpist (according to wikipedia) “known for her flamboyant stage presence and refusal to fit the stereotype of a harpist as an angelic blond woman in a long dress.”  She describes herself on her website as “cross-genre: jazz-pop-comedy-folk-blues-flamenco-celtic.”  She put out 13 albums between 1985 and 2004 (not all jazz), and is certainly a significant figure in the world of harp music, so it seems.  The quotes on her website certainly piqued my curiosity:

“…a combination of Leonard Bernstein, Steven Tyler, and Xena the Warrior Princess…”
— Ed Siegel, The Boston Globe

“She may look like an angel, but she plays devilishly well!”
— Joan Rivers

” Imagine the talented love child of Andre Previn & Lucille Ball….”
— Scott Simon, National Public Radio

“You play the !@%# out of that thing!”
— Doc Severinsen

So – Have you heard any harp jazz?  What did you think of it?  Or should I just go back under my rock until next week?

Wednesday News Bucket

The genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislatures, nor in its ambassadors or authors or colleges, or churches, or parlors, nor even in its newspapers or inventors, but always most in the common people.

— Walt Whitman

(For AG, because I found echoes of Whitman in his diary “Meet-up in the Working Class Boonies.”)

🙂