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...effects with vocal approximations of all kinds of instruments. Their voices may sound like a brass section, and often they have the sculptured phrasing of a big band. They hit the opening phrases of My Sugar is So Refined with the rubbery beat and buttery sound of a good sax section. Then First Tenor Clark Burroughs spreads his arms wide and throws his silver-hued voice weaving and wailing high over the others, eventually slides back down to join in a typically altered Hi-Lo ending: "My girl is granulated sugar cane...
...stuff, but it keeps me goin' "), and it was time for the second performance. Fats slipped on his four-carat diamond ring, sank a horseshoe-shaped diamond stickpin in a rich new tie. From the stage, the whine of an electric guitar and the bleat of a sax vibrated through the walls; the rock 'n' roll picadors were wearing down the audience. As his handlers hovered, Fats stuffed himself into a fresh, shimmering suit, then stepped daintily out of the dressing room and trotted onstage for the kill...
Music for Lighthousekeeping (Howard Rumsey's Lighthouse All-Stars; Contemporary). Volume 8 in this West Coast series is marked by playing of piano-string tautness and vibrating energy. Bob Cooper is a glib, honey-mouthed talker on the tenor sax...
Among Manhattan's most successful: ¶ Cafe Bohemia, a room in Greenwich Village that for years specialized with indifferent success in beer and sagging chorines until the late Jazzman Charlie ("Yardbird") Parker one evening offered to "do a gig" on his alto sax to square a bar debt. The Bird died before he could make good, but the Bohemia nevertheless plastered its walls with record jackets and went jazz. A favorite hangout of off-duty jazzmen, it also attracts the earnest and informed young jazz buffs in heavy spectacles and flamboyant shirts who sit for hours nursing drinks...
...swirling globs of golds, indigos and vermilions. There were flashes of the Duke's fine musicianship. Ozzie Bailey sang Pomegranate with a seductiveness that might have tempted Persephone herself to try more of the fateful seeds, and there was ingenuity in the insolent whines of Johnny Hodges' sax on Ballad of the Flying Saucers, the staccato bleats of Trumpeter Ray Nance on Hey, Buddy Bolden...