Word: trombonist
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Rare Birds. Elsewhere in the U.S., lady musicians are having a heyday. The Cleveland Orchestra now has 11, the San Francisco 17, the Houston 25 and the American Symphony 44. Trombonist Betty Glover, 43, adds class to the brass of the Cincinnati Symphony; Helen Taylor, 24, plays a mean English horn for the Houston Symphony. The rare bird in the Los Angeles aviary is Barbara Winters, 28, who, to produce the needed penetrating sounds from her oboe, must pit her trim 120 lbs. against male fellow oboists who average a burly-chested 200 Ibs. To maintain the exceptional breath control...
JACK TEAGARDEN (RCA Victor Vintage Series). Buzzy echoes of F. Scott Fitzgerald's jazz era are the seven tracks recorded in 1928-29, along with some later tunes that show the talented trombonist dipping into the bop of the mid-'40s. The sides, featuring Fats Waller, Eddie Condon and Louis Armstrong, are reissued in medium-high fidelity and extra-high vitality. If you like echoes...
...equally successful with Ravel's Daphnis et Chloé Suites, a piece that, until a few years ago, the orchestra could barely manage, owing to a marked deficiency in the brass and woodwinds sections. The short-windedness has since been cured by luring foreign talent-for example, Trombonist Ray Parnes from the Pittsburgh Symphony-with guarantees of rent-free $30,000 homes. Now, says Mehta, "the Israel Philharmonic stands up with the best in Europe, and in the strings it is superior to most orchestras in the U.S. It has virtuosity and temperament...
...successful quintet for ten years now, featuring his own melodic but hard-driving piano and compositions both bright and Silvery blue. The title piece of his Cape Verdean Blues (Blue Note) is a spunky bit of funk with a samba beat. In Nutville, Bonita and Mo' Jo, Veteran Trombonist J. J. Johnson adds a third horn to the trumpet and sax of the mellow, swinging combo...
...heroine (Bea Richards) is a Harlem storefront preacher, and she preaches and preaches and worries and cries. The husband she left years ago, an alcoholic trombonist, has come home to die, and that turns out to be a play-length process. The son she has cowed into seemingly submissive piety sneaks out to bars, and surreptitiously plays his father's jazz recordings. A kind of Greek chorus of Harlem harpies gibber, clown, and rummage about as if they were witnessing the fall of a discount house of Atreus...