Posted by keithosaunders on October 28, 2016
Lately I’ve been fascinated with how Bud Powell deals with the 1st, 2nd, 7th, 8th, 11th, & 12th bar of the blues. He goes out of his way to find the major 7th. It’s almost like a giant ‘fuck you’ to the blues but it works, and some levels it’s bluesier than what we’re used to hearing. It’s a personal and striking statement.
I believe that generation – Bird, Monk, Dizzy et al – thought of those bars more as major chords (or 6th chords) than dominant 7ths. The next generation – Horace, Wynton Kelly, Mobley, D Byrd – played over dominant changes, but not the be boppers. (at least to my ears) The exception would be the slow blues, which Bird was a master at. I don’t know how much the Kansas City influence v Bud’s New York upbringing plays into that.
I recently transcribed this solo — it’s amazing as all of Bud’s solos were, but this one I found to be unusually quirky and great. After all these years of listening to him I still can’t believe how effortlessly he stays in the center of the beat even with all of that double time.
Posted in jazz, Uncategorized | Tagged: Audrey, be-bop, blues, Bud Powell, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Donald Byrd, Hank Mobley, hard bop, Horace Silver, jazz, jazz solo, Thelonious Monk | Leave a Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on October 26, 2016
This World Series is sexy time for senior citizens. Which disgruntled alte kaker fans will finally get to see their team win a championship? Will it be old Grammy Ginny from Skokie, or Grandpa Mortie from Cuyahoga Heights? Mortie was knee-high to a grasshopper the last time the Indians won a Series, the poor bastard. Ginny wasn’t even a twinkle in Great Grammy Gertrude’s eyes back in aught-eight.
One thing is for certain, in addition to de rigueur shots of fans praying, it will be all seniors all the time at Fox. This is the feel good series of the century. Forget your corporate N.Y. Crankees, or the staid, tired Redsox Nation, this is the stuff that dreams are made of.
Myself, I’m on the Indians bandwagon bigtime. I feel there has to be one team in sports that never wins, and that team should be the Cubs. Right now the Cubs fans are still [somewhat] sympathetic. I don’t want them to morph into the arrogant, insufferable mess that comprises the Boston Redsox and San Francisco Giants fan base. Let there still be one bastion of humility.
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Posted by keithosaunders on October 17, 2016
I have a solo piano gig in San Francisco which I do every Wednesday and Sunday. From time to time people will request tunes and I’ll do my best to fulfill them no matter how corny they may be. My unofficial data tells me that Billy Joel’s, The Piano Man is the most requested song while Dave Brubeck’s Take Five is a close second.
Earlier tonight I received a request that was as original as it was inane. Someone asked me to play ‘video game music.’ I must have looked puzzled because the person quickly added, “You know, like Super Mario Brothers.”
This time, instead of stammering out an apology, I decided to try a new approach. I reached around for the back of my trousers, took at out my new Glock 19, fired a few rounds into the kitchen (taking care to avoid hitting the chef) and set the gun down on the piano.
“Now,” I replied, “what was it you wanted to hear, some Bud Powell? That’s what I thought you said.”
Posted in jazz, Uncategorized | Tagged: Billy Joel, Bud Powell, Dave Brubeck, Glock, Glock 19, jazz, piano jazz, San Francisco, solo piano, Super Mario Brothers, Take Five, The Piano Man, video game music, Video games | 1 Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on October 12, 2016
At last I can begin to enjoy the playoffs now that this even year garbage has been put to bed. Once again push button, corporate managing ruled the day and this time it came back to bite Giants manager Bruce Boche in the ass.
Matt Moore had well exceeded the sacred number of 100 pitches – the number that no major league pitcher , regardless of size and make-up shall be allowed to exceed, lest his career be struck dead by the God of sore arms. The Cubs could not touch Moore but it was their good fortune that delicate genius, Bruce Boche, saw to it that they received their fair chance to score somes runs. What a gentleman!
Out came the parade of relievers. In modern day baseball lefties can only get lefties out. Except, that is, when they walk them. Binc binc binc, leftie, righty, lefty, righty, leftie, righty and the Cubs win. Fly the W!
The Cubs, who have a delicate genius manager of their own in Joe Madden, could be ripe to be taken in the next round, hopefully by the Dodgers – I’m sick of these douche teams advancing. I’m looking at you, Nationals.
In the meantime the Giants can grab there crying towels, on sale at Target, and lick their wounds until next April.
Posted in baseball, Uncategorized | Tagged: baseball, baseball playoffs, baseball post season, Bruce Boche, Chicago Cubs, San Francisco Giants, sports, Washington Nationals | 2 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on October 9, 2016
It looks like Trump is finally meeting his waterloo. Not that he had much chance of being elected even before the Trump tapes leaked yesterday. Now, however, instead of merely losing in a landslide, we have speculation of him bowing out of the race, and it’s a foregone conclusion that his campaign will go down as the most disgraceful in history. (for now)
One wonders why these tapes couldn’t have been leaked before the primaries. It’s hard not to be cynical. The media, liberal and conservative alike, have been feeding us 24 hour a day Trump coverage — it has been in their interest to keep him in the race as long as possible. Did the leaker sit on these tapes knowing he or she would get a better payday in October than in December? For that matter, how much did he make on these tapes?
We didn’t learn anything new from the tapes. Did anyone actually believe that Trump was a gentleman? He has spent the better part of his campaign spewing racism, sexism and xenophobia. It’s not that far of a stretch to imagine him as a sexual predater. When you look at the feigned shock of Trump’s running mate, Mike Pence, it’s hard to feel anything other than revulsion. He has no right to distance himself from Trump. Especially considering he has all he morality of a hyenna.
The big loser is Ted Cruz. After endorsing Trump last month, Cruz lost every shread of credibilty he had gained from his speech at the Republican convention in which he pointedly failed to endorse Trump, advising the delegates to “…vote your consience.” I’m picturing Cruz alone in his house with a 5th of scotch smacking his forehead Chris Farley style while crying, “I’m so stupid!”
Has there ever been a person that looked forward to a debate more than Hillary Clinton is looking forward to tomorrow’s rematch with Trump? It’s going to take all of her restraint to refrain from opening with her pattented shimmy while exclaiming, “Okay!”
Posted in Politics, Uncategorized | Tagged: Chris Farley, Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, Mike Pence, Politics, Ted Cruz, Trump Tapes | Leave a Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on October 5, 2016
In many ways this year’s Mets team has overacheived more than last season’s pennant winners. In the middle of August, when they lost the first two games of a series in San Francisco, they were buried in the divisional standings and had four teams ahead of them in the wild card standings.
Then the improbably happened. With 3/5 of their vaunted pitching staff injured and a lineup with as much punch as the 1969 Seattle Pilots they turned it around, playing .600 baseball for the remaining six weeks and clinching the top wild card spot the day before the season ended.
Tonight they will face the even-year, fru-fru, techie-infused San Francisco Giants in a one game do or die contest. This is baseball’s answer to the tedium that is perpetual pitching changes, interminable booth review delays, and batters that take 5 minutes to adjust their sanitary cups. This is the wildcard game, or as I refer to it, The Gimmick Game.
You can’t even brag about winning it, crapshoot that it is, and at least in the Mets case, I can’t feel too bad about losing it. Let’s face it folks, this team can only go so far with this rag tag bunch.
But how sweet it would be to beat the hated Giants with redneck Bumgarner on the mound and send all of their front-running fans home crying. Is that too negative? Who cares?
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