Tunes for a Perjantai: For Anno
From Weather Report's Mysterious Traveler album:
And because she loves him soooooooooo much, what's a Finnish Friday without Dear Keith Jarrett:
With a special added treat: a live blog of the performance:
00:22 Keith: Yes, I've cut my hair since Koln, but I can still touch my forehead to the keys. Just you wait.
00:33 Keith: Damn, acid reflux is a bitch.
00:52 Keith: No, I'm not Daniel Day-Lewis playing me. I'm me playing me. And yes, it still hurts. Damn those chili cheese fries.
01:25 Keith: God, am I that bad?
01:29 Keith: Okay, that's better. I can feel the Koln coming on.
01:38 Keith: Alright, alright, I'll play the melody for a bit, just so you know I know...
01:55 Keith: Oh, I've got it bad, and that ain't good...
02:20 Jack: Keith, I promise I will not use that high hat again - or any of these 75 other championship Sabians I got right here. There, I think that takes care of product placement, K.
03:02 Keith: Uh, Gary? Did I ask you to come waltzing in all over my solo here? I wanted that, I could've gotten Jaco, for chrissakes.
03:06 Keith: Oh, what the hell...
03:33 Keith: Jack, did I say I wanted to hear the drums?
03:38 Keith: Did you really just do that?
03:48 Keith (off camera): Look, Gary, I know you're pouring your guts out here, but I gotta tell you, there's a shitload of powder on the end of your nose. And no, I'm not implying anything.
04:13 Keith: Are you kidding me? For that, he gets an ovation?
04:21 Keith: God, I love myself...
04:38 Keith: You know what? This tack has been harrassing my ass long enough. I'm gonna just stand up here and go all Chaka Khan on these folks...
04:43 Gary: Keith, would you just sit your ass back down, and I had enuffa your Chaka Khan last night in Rotterdam...
05:02 Keith: Oh crap, I forgot the lyrics. Maybe a little Oscar Peterson, but I can't play that fast...
05:02 Gary (off camera): Sit. Your. Ass. Down.
05:02 Jack (off camera, nodding in agreement)
05:10 Keith: Yes, the shoes are hemp.
05:36 Keith: I've completely forgotten the melody. Thank god for jazz.
05:48 Keith: Here we go, folks. Can you feel the Koln, too?
06:29 Jack: This is my big solo. Hell, yes, it's the Keith Jarrett Trio.
06:38 Keith: Did you like the dramatic arm flourish?
06:48 Keith: Oh, yeah. This is what we were playing!
06:57 Keith: Ain't we something? Hi, mom!
Truth be told, I think this is quite lovely, but Ms Anno and I have a running gag about Mr. KJ and his Koln Concerts. I am guilty of foisting said marathon on not a few unsuspecting liebchens, complete with his trademark groanings and thrashings (shouldn't I have been doing the G&T?), while Ms Anno was apparently a victim in her youth of at least one (still unidentified) foister. I'm sure her groanings and thrashings were not of the kind either KJ or I had in mind.
Lest we all go Chaka Khan all over ourselves, let's let Her Diva-ness have the last say.
With a special added treat: a live blog of the performance:
00:22 Keith: Yes, I've cut my hair since Koln, but I can still touch my forehead to the keys. Just you wait.
00:33 Keith: Damn, acid reflux is a bitch.
00:52 Keith: No, I'm not Daniel Day-Lewis playing me. I'm me playing me. And yes, it still hurts. Damn those chili cheese fries.
01:25 Keith: God, am I that bad?
01:29 Keith: Okay, that's better. I can feel the Koln coming on.
01:38 Keith: Alright, alright, I'll play the melody for a bit, just so you know I know...
01:55 Keith: Oh, I've got it bad, and that ain't good...
02:20 Jack: Keith, I promise I will not use that high hat again - or any of these 75 other championship Sabians I got right here. There, I think that takes care of product placement, K.
03:02 Keith: Uh, Gary? Did I ask you to come waltzing in all over my solo here? I wanted that, I could've gotten Jaco, for chrissakes.
03:06 Keith: Oh, what the hell...
03:33 Keith: Jack, did I say I wanted to hear the drums?
03:38 Keith: Did you really just do that?
03:48 Keith (off camera): Look, Gary, I know you're pouring your guts out here, but I gotta tell you, there's a shitload of powder on the end of your nose. And no, I'm not implying anything.
04:13 Keith: Are you kidding me? For that, he gets an ovation?
04:21 Keith: God, I love myself...
04:38 Keith: You know what? This tack has been harrassing my ass long enough. I'm gonna just stand up here and go all Chaka Khan on these folks...
04:43 Gary: Keith, would you just sit your ass back down, and I had enuffa your Chaka Khan last night in Rotterdam...
05:02 Keith: Oh crap, I forgot the lyrics. Maybe a little Oscar Peterson, but I can't play that fast...
05:02 Gary (off camera): Sit. Your. Ass. Down.
05:02 Jack (off camera, nodding in agreement)
05:10 Keith: Yes, the shoes are hemp.
05:36 Keith: I've completely forgotten the melody. Thank god for jazz.
05:48 Keith: Here we go, folks. Can you feel the Koln, too?
06:29 Jack: This is my big solo. Hell, yes, it's the Keith Jarrett Trio.
06:38 Keith: Did you like the dramatic arm flourish?
06:48 Keith: Oh, yeah. This is what we were playing!
06:57 Keith: Ain't we something? Hi, mom!
Truth be told, I think this is quite lovely, but Ms Anno and I have a running gag about Mr. KJ and his Koln Concerts. I am guilty of foisting said marathon on not a few unsuspecting liebchens, complete with his trademark groanings and thrashings (shouldn't I have been doing the G&T?), while Ms Anno was apparently a victim in her youth of at least one (still unidentified) foister. I'm sure her groanings and thrashings were not of the kind either KJ or I had in mind.
Lest we all go Chaka Khan all over ourselves, let's let Her Diva-ness have the last say.
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posted by murat11 at 4:00 PM
8 Comments:
Great commentary on the Keith Jarrett clip! Is Gary the bassist philosophical? It's hard for me to say.
Great question, T. Hard to say: I think, by the looks of him, he's on work release, which doesn't really answer the big pregunta. But, to sit next to KJ and keep a straight face, that's gotta be philosophical.
Oh, here's a sweet Friday finish to a long week, even better than chocolate. Love the color commentary to the Jarrett piece -- your notes from 05:36 might have been taken straight from my own personal transcript circa 1977 -- but as hard as I try to muster up my old prejudices, I've gotta say, for a few minutes at a time, I actually enjoyed these pieces. Maybe one of the perks of growing up?
This was a great idea, Professor P. I opened two browser windows, put my headphones on and followed your commentary along with the video, cracking up the whole way! What a hoot. Super-fine Friday night entertainment, it is. And free! It don’t get better’n that :-D
So we have yet another philosophical bassist for the record books. I'm still trying to decide if my daughter the bassist meets the definition of philosophical. She is my biggest counter-example (and her bass teacher and her bassist mentor). Maybe it's the California air that purges the bassist brain of all but sun, surf, and dinero.
Happy Perjantai, Anno: Call it a reward for all your due chauffeuring diligence: something to beat the infernal heat. Better than chocolate? I wouldn't go that far, though I did dig the cars, oddly enough.
I actually think KJ has toned down considerably and worth even your attention - I'd just rather not have to look at him. If he were breaking a sweat, maybe there'd be some justification for all that citrus-facing, but as far as I can hear, he's about as minimalist as DeJohnette on the drums with his puffballs and vacationing Sabians.
You wanna get sweaty, that's what the Diva's all about.
Duchess: Just what I was hoping someone would do. Dude had me falling out, as I went back and forth between windows myself, though I must say, I do like the arrangement. Ever yours, Roy Hinkley, PHD (Texas Christian University, 1957)
Ah, Ms Teresa, your backstories are showing. Now, what's not philosophical about sun, surf, y dinero? Sounds dreamy. Well, maybe not the sun: ours needs to go on back order over here.
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