After years of hiding the fact that the love is gone, the last child moved out of the house and Mom and Dad announced they are getting a divorce.
The kids are distraught and hired a marriage counselor as a last resort at keeping the parents together. The counselor works for hours, tries all of his methods, but the couple still won’t even talk to each other.
Participating in the first International Jazz Day festivities at the United Nations in New York City on April 30, 2012 was a marvelous and unique experience. This photo of yours truly was taken by bandmate, saxophonist and friend Peter Brainin at sound-check the day before. We both played in Bobby Sanabria‘s Quarteto Aché for the “Latin Jazz” segment of the evening. Candido Camero and Shiela E were featured artists with the quartet. The video of the entire show is quite inspirational.
A C, E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: “Sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. Continue reading “Notes from the Bar”
It was a balmy night out and I was feeling thelonious. I hadn’t had any tatum in so long I could have bixed a choir girl.
But I wouldn’t have to. The moment I entered the Luboff Lounge, the babe with the giant eubies fixed me with a “come duke me’ look. She uncrossed her legs and I could see almost all the way to birdland. I felt a tingle in my tito puente, and with a smile, I had her. Continue reading “Jazzed”