Posted by keithosaunders on December 31, 2009
1) Arizona Cardinals play in their first Super Bowl and almost pull off the upset!
2) Barack Obama sworn in as our 44th president
3) All the Sarah Palin hilarity — that gal is gold!
4) Mets go 2-1 vs the Reds to open the 2009 season!
5) Earth declares war on the moon. We discover that there is water there. No casualties.
6) My first trio CD, Lost In Queens, is picked up by TCB Montreux label. Available now @ www.keithosaunders.com
7) Curb Your Enthusiasm
8) Wife turns 50 but I was still a spry 48. (until August)
9) Lots of good music and laughs with the Johnny Avino group
10) Still able to go through airport security w/o full cavity search.
1) Yankees win their 27th World Series over the Philadelphia Phillies.
2) The Yankees. (since they would have made the list anyways they now get on twice)
3) Barack Obama is a major disappointment on foreign policy, health care reform, and civil rights.
4) The Mets injury plagued nightmare of a season.
5) The Mets off-season
6) The financial sector. Socialism for the banking industry yielded six figure bonuses yet unemployment remains at an obscene level.
7) Lady Gaga is considered an artist yet Hank Mobely, Sonny Clark, and Lee Morgan remain in obscurity.
8) The government’s continuing over-reaction to terrorism, yet inability and unwillingness to effect any change through foreign policy.
9) Joe Lieberman
10) I never got a dinner
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 30, 2009
|Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Pro Bowl is a funny name
What, only the 50 or so players that compete in this sham of an allstar game are pros? The rest must be amateurs. My friend has informed me that this year, in order to garner increased ratings, the Probowl will be shown during the off Sunday between the Championship game and the Super Bowl. After all, you can’t have the Probowl competing against such February blockbusters as Battle of the Network Tractor Pulls, and Great Lapels From the 1970s.
In order to protect my friend’s identity I am using state of the art name scrambling software. Don’t try to figure out his name — it will be next to impossible. J**f MaZz3i actually thinks that players competing in the Super Bowl will participate in this game. Can you believe him?! Peyton Manning is going to risk an ankle sprain and jeopardize the chance to win his second Super Bowl ring?! I think the fact that J**f has a song dedicated to him (Keith Saunders Trio: track three, “Lost In Queens” TCB 29302) has caused his head to swell and his usual expert judgement to falter. We’ll give him a pass this time since a little birdie has told me that his Triscuit supply has run dangerously low.
Come to think of it, Colts coach, Jim Caldwell, might want to rest some of his stars during the second half of the Super Bowl to preserve them for the 2010 season. Then they can get a fresh start on another 15-1 season.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 30, 2009
I think we can all agree that we are sick and tired of the war against terror. The problem is, how do we extricate ourselves from this political quagmire? Finally there is a solution.
First Obama must call a press conference and declare Islam the winner in the war on terror while announcing that we are immediately pulling out of Iraq and Afghanistan. “When we first joined battle with you, the terrorists, we had no idea that you were so good at jihading. Heck of a job out of you guys. We’re scared. You win. goodbye.”
Here now, is the brilliant part. Unbeknownst to the terrorists Obama will have sent out a mass mailing to every U.S. citizen stating “Shhhh…. we know that we really won the war on terra — we’re just going to allow the terrorists think they won. ” Then BOOM! We begin subsidizing opium farming in the U.S. thus putting the Taliban out of business. We move into Afghanistan and binc, binc, binc, there’s a direct pipeline straight to France. Game, set, match.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 26, 2009
A few days ago my buddy and went to see the new Viggo Mortenson movie, The Road. This movie depicts a man’s effort to protect his child in a post-apocalyptic world. The theater was next to a supermarket so before going in we loaded up on snacks — Triscuits and Pepperidge Farm cookies. We were watching the film and I have to admit to feeling a little guilty as I reached for a Triscuit during the scene where they stumbled into a basement full of starving people held captive by cannibals. Is that worse than making out during Schindlers List?
Being a huge sports fan I have had quite a bit of experience taping games to watch after coming home from a gig. Like many a well-intentioned taper, I have had my share of mishaps, not the least of which is being told the score before having a chance to have viewed the game. I will detail a few of the more notable gaffes in my next post. For now here are a few hypothetical taping foibles inspired by The Road.
The first can be recounted in one sentence: You set the VCR to channel 2 instead of 3 right before the apocalypse.
Here’s another one: You’re out of town on business on the night of the apocolypse, but you realize that you have correctly set your VCR to tape the Mets game. The next day you think to yourself, “This is great; I’m one of the only humans left alive — no one will ruin the game by telling me the score.” On the way home, however, you meet a cannibal, but because he has already feasted on the entrails of his nosy mother-in-law, he let’s you pass. You can barely contain your glee and you say to yourself “Oh baby, I am golden!” Suddenly, just as you are almost out of earshot, the cannibal calls out to you, “By the way…the Mets won in the bottom of the 9th on a Reyes inside the park homerun!”
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 22, 2009
In keeping with the holiday of festivus I will commence with the airing of the grievances:
1) Goldman Sachs and their ilk destroyed the economy yet their employees received seven-figure bonuses. In all my years of being a jazz musician — over 30 — I have received exactly one bonus….for $25.00. And I loved it!
2) My pattern of baldness. I have just enough hair not to want to shave my head, but little enough that even Ansel Adams couldn’t make me look good in a photograph.
3) I never got a dinner.
4) Where were the cougars when I was 18?! God damnit!
5) I lack a good ice cream scooping technique.
6) Too many chords in original Milestones.
7) Not enough chords in the second Milestones.
8) I’m sick of George Winston style tinkly piano chords used to denote pathos in movies.
9) Where are the nude jazz clubs?
10) Not enough humor in ballet.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 21, 2009
Woke up thinking about a dream I had overnight. I was in Switzerland on tour with my trio. We were checked into this hotel in Geneva in the old section of town. We had a week-long tour and we had just arrived. We wanted to go out and see a little of the town but I hadn’t checked into my room yet. The bass player, who had already checked in, was showing me the way to the lobby. We had to ascend an increasingly narrow staircase, until, at the top, there was no room to squeeze through the door without falling off the staircase.
My mother was in the dining room and she made a comment about the Swiss having been in cahoots with the Nazis and I responded, “sure, that’s why all of these old building still exist — they were never bombed…”
All of a sudden I realized that I had forgotten to pack the music. So there was some anxiety in the dream, but overall we were in a nice place and I was happy to see my Mom again, if only in a dream.
My trio CD, which comes out in April, was produced by a guy who lives in Montreux and there is an outside chance that he will bring us over to play. There is also a chance that I will go over next year as part of a solo piano festival. I’m sure that’s where this dream comes from, but it was odd for the inclusion of my Mom. Things seemed nice, but just a little off.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 21, 2009
Just read an article on the health care bill on Slate
Barring a desertion by Lieberman, which is not out of the question, the bill will go to a Senate vote next week. From what I can glean, this watered down bill could potentially do more harm than good. It certainly seems like a gift to the insurance companies which will have even more business without the competition from a public option. How does this effect people on the fringes who will have to buy health care or face a tax fine? Will they opt to pay the fine? Some people (in the comments section) say that the bill, watered down as it is, will still be a marked improvement over what we have since insurance cos will not be able to drop those with existing coverage, or deny others with existing conditions.
Had an interesting conversation with a bass player friend about it today. He is an Obama supporter to a fault. He is extremely progressive, but he sees the political side as well. He is saying that Obama wanted to get things done incrementally. He realized a public option was a non-starter and at least wanted to get the trigger in. He thinks Harry Reid, by forcing a progressive issue caused a backlash on the right. I think it’s reading too much into it to presume to know what Obama thinks, but I do agree that there is a political element here that is driving things.
If health care passes and things marginally improve is this huge? Many administrations have tried and failed. It’s sad and disheartening the levels of greed and hatred in this country.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 19, 2009
Here follows the allt time classic moment of our nine year Jet Bue stint. Only the names have been changed to protect the deviant. For this post I will be playing the role of Blanche Dubois.
This happened fairly early in our run — I’m going to say that the year was 2004. We were on a break and as was our wont were having our lunch at the Jet Blue food court. These gigs were long and in the early days there were quite a few of them in a brief period of time so you can imagine that there was a certain amount of down time needing to be filled with witty repartee.
We were eating and to pass the time I was telling the fellas about one of the tap dancing tours I had done years earlier. I used to play for a rhythm tap group named Manhattan Tap. I still do, as a matter of fact, although gigs are far and few between these days.
I don’t exactly recall the anecdote. I think it had to do with the time we were delayed at the Toronto airport and the boarding agent let me sing “People” over the public address system. It was a good moment in my life and I thought it might bring some joy to my Jet Blue bothers hearing about it.
I was telling them the story when all of a sudden I began to notice a low, guttural sound emanating from the person on my left. I looked around and I saw that it was the sax player; he was talking, almost to himself, in a low, rhythmic, insinuating voice that was quiet, but steadily growing in intensity: “…did ya hit dat shit? Did ya hit dat shit? Did YA HIT DAT SHIT?!”
We all looked at him at once. “What are you talking about?!” I asked him this but we all realized what he was talking about. Once he heard tap dancer and woman in the same sentence he automatically assumed that this must be a sexcapade. For him, there was only one direction an airport/tap dancing story could go, and this was straight to the bedroom. He must have vicarously put himself in the story and was working himself into a fenzy.
Needless to say, ‘Hit dat shit’ became an instant catch phrase. You have to say it with the same intonation that he used — feral and lascivious — or it loses effect. Whenever we have a gig the call goes out: “We’re going to hit dat shit!”
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 16, 2009
|Ghosts of Christmas Past
If you are a musician, the chances are that you have a dozen or so tunes in your repertoire that you only play for three weeks out of the year in December. Sometime around the 1st you’ll be scraping the rust off of “Winter Wonderland” and “Let It Snow” By the 24th you’ll be ready to kill the next person who asks for “Chestnuts.” What can you say? Christmas songs are a necessary evil in the wacky economy of music. They’re not so bad, really. A little “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” never hurt anyone, and even Bird and Diz played “White Christmas.”
We all have our regular Christmas gigs — the party at the Johnson’s in Huntington or the corporate fete at the Rainbow Room. Whatever. The past nine Decembers have found me playing in a jazz quartet in the Jet Blue terminal at JFK. It began in 2001. People were still nervous about flying so soon after September 11th and Jet Blue had the idea to put jazz in the terminal so as to put their customers at ease. After all, what spells relaxation like be-bop? Piped in Perry Como? I think not.
The first few years that we played, a Jet Blue agent would take us through a side door that skirted the edge of the tarmac so that we could avoid going through security. Those were the halcyon days. After the TSA became more firmly entrenched, they insisted that we go through security along with the other passengers. They never really knew what to make of the bass and the keyboard barely fit on the belt. To top it off the regular passengers who were rushing to make their flights were usuallly upset with us for slowing down the line.
I always wondered if anyone missed their flight due to our drowning out the P.A. announcements. For the most part, however, people seemed to enjoy the music and they were especially thankful to have us during the long delays.
One year the TSA was extra paranoid so they assigned a guard to us, as if we were a security threat to the airport, That year we could not go anywhere in the terminal unescorted by our guard. In fact, if one of us had to go to the bathroom we all had to go together. It was like a goddamn chain gang. Remember the Woody Allen movie when the chain gang escaped from prison? That was us. Fortunately the standards have been relaxed in the past two or three years and we are no longer on the jazz chain gang, although we still have a guard assigned to us. He sits by the bandstand reading a newspaper. I believe that if anyone really wanted to steal a saxophone or a cymbal it would be a fairly simple matter. The guard is there to watch us, not our instruments.
The first year we did four gigs. We were such a success that they increased our work load to six the next year. The best was the year we did 13 gigs! That was a nice chunk of change. This year is a recession special: Two gigs. We’ll be there on the 20th and 24th; spreading joy and mayhem throughout the terminal. If you happen to be taking a flight out of Jet Blue and you spot four knuckleheads shuffling off to the bathroom…it’s us.
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Posted by keithosaunders on December 11, 2009
I’m thinking back on my salad days of living in New York City. It was the go-go 80s and like many of my musician brethren, I often found myself in dubious situations. I would come home from a gig all upset, so much so that I could hardly concentrate on watching the late January Knicks games on TV from the west coast.
My friend Jeff came up with a good device to cheer me up. He referred to these gigs as the Golden 5 — he even had them listed on a blackboard in his attic. This way there was a barometer as to just how bad a gig was. To crack the golden 5 it would have to be pretty bad, otherwise it would slip away into oblivion never to be remembered.
This was twenty years ago; the blackboard has long since been erased and I can’t recall all of the Golden 5, although I’m pretty sure that Princess Pamela, from my previous post, was one of them. Following, however, is a recounting of one of these 5 foibles of folly.
It was a cold winter night in the year of our lord 1989 and the call went out for a pianist to accompany a choral group in Cos Cobb Connecticut. I answered that call, put on the blue suit, and headed Northeast to a date with destiny. Jeff drove because in those days I lived in Manhattan and didn’t have a car.
We arrived to find an innocent enough looking choir setting up for some kind of church function. They instructed me when and what I was to play and everything seemed normal. That is until I took a break. We were in the pantry trying to figure out if we were going to make it home in time to see Dave Letterman’s anniversary show. I’m thinking it was his fifth anniversary but if Jeff is reading this his memory may be better. All of a sudden we heard some commotion coming from inside the tabernacle. Is tabernacle the right terminology? I’m a Jew, damnit, I don’t know from such things. Until yesterday I didn’t even know that Job was pronounced Jobe.
But I digress. We noticed a certain murmuring “Ohhhh….ohhhh…. we call on the dead…we call on Elizabeth. Speak to us Elizabeth!” These wackos were having a seance! Now they had our attention and we proceeded to watch the woman who had hired me transform into ‘Elizabeth’ and in the process shake down these good church goin’ folk for all the spare change they had.
And now the rest of the story: A month or so later they hired me to play at a church somewhere on the East side of Manhattan. Shortly after arriving I encountered the seance lady in the hall. I was in plucky kind of mood so as I passed her I smiled and said “Hi Elizabeth!” Let me tell you, she shot me a look that would have melted lead. Needless to say that was the last time I worked for them and they entered the Golden 5 with a bullet.
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