Word: sax
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poet and the jazzman met in a San Francisco basement, aptly named The Cellar, to discuss a fusion of the arts. "In Now with Winter," said the poet, "we try something slow and soft. In Artifacts we want a sax solo, like the thrill is gone...
...when the boy friend does emerge from analysis. Katie is reduced to complaining: ''I can't get adjusted to the you that got adjusted to me." From here on, she bounces all over the Freudian landscape, sometimes backed by a hot sax (Repressed Hostility Blues), sometimes by a relaxed trumpet (Real Sick Sounds). In a childhood memoir called The Guilty . Rag, she combines a brassy red-hot mamma complex with a mocking, rocking bit of father asphyxiation...
...Wilmington for the winter and put her through high school; in the summer she would travel the Negro tournament circuit with the Johnsons. Her family agreed, and Eaton still recalls Althea's arrival at the railroad station in Wilmington: "There she was with Sugar Ray's sax in one hand and in the other an old pasteboard suitcase with two belts tied around it. She was wearing an old skirt; she'd never owned a dress in her life. My wife bought her a few dresses and tried to make her more feminine by getting her straight...
Felt but Not Heard. Jimmy's trio (Giuffre, sax and clarinet; Jim Hall, guitar; Ralph Pena, bass) strutted their stuff one star-studded night last week in the outdoor Wollman Theater in Manhattan's Central Park. Jimmy led the boys through a passel of his favorites: Pickin' 'Em Up and Layin' 'Em Down, 42nd Street, My Funny Valentine. The bass wove its low melodic line against the woodsy, paper-dry clarinet sound, the guitar attacked as solo rather than rhythm instrument. Sometimes Jimmy had five instruments (he played tenor and baritone sax and clarinet...
...band style of a Count Basic or a Woody Herman, the fancily punctuated choruses of sidemen who have played together for years. With a lazy, slushy beat, the band swung into A Ghost of a Chance, faded while 14-year-old Andrew Marsala launched an intricately woven alto-sax solo, then came back strong and brassy, only to fade again before Marsala's languorous solo finish. Although some of the band members could scarcely reach the floor with their feet, they never lost the instinctive surefire phrasing that produces the big band feel. The audience gave them the first...