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rhythmaningWe have been playing Duke Ellington today; a whole load of Ellington, from the thirties (early recordings), the forties (the Webster-Blanton band) and lastly the fifties (“Such Sweet Thunder” – a true classic, a work of genius).
My wife says, “play that really famous bit of Ellington…”
Uh-huh. Maybe some help here…
“Something and something.”
Diminuendo in Blue and Crescendo in Blue – barnstorming, swinging jazz from Duke’s 1956 comeback performance at Newport.
“No, somebody and somebody… Like, Cain and Abel, but different names. Really famous.”
I think. A suite; Black, Brown and Beige? “No.” And Her Mother Called Him Bill? “No.” Queen’s Suite (with the truly beautiful, gorgeous, heartbreaking Single Petal of A Rose)? “No!”
I put away Such Sweet Thunder (in alphabetic order, natch); and I see a CD.
Do you mean Porgy and Bess?, I say.
“Yes”, she replies.
By Miles Davis?
“Oh”, she says, and apologises…
My wife says, “play that really famous bit of Ellington…”
Uh-huh. Maybe some help here…
“Something and something.”
Diminuendo in Blue and Crescendo in Blue – barnstorming, swinging jazz from Duke’s 1956 comeback performance at Newport.
“No, somebody and somebody… Like, Cain and Abel, but different names. Really famous.”
I think. A suite; Black, Brown and Beige? “No.” And Her Mother Called Him Bill? “No.” Queen’s Suite (with the truly beautiful, gorgeous, heartbreaking Single Petal of A Rose)? “No!”
I put away Such Sweet Thunder (in alphabetic order, natch); and I see a CD.
Do you mean Porgy and Bess?, I say.
“Yes”, she replies.
By Miles Davis?
“Oh”, she says, and apologises…