Jackie Byard’s Freedom Together was one of the first ‘real’ jazz albums I bought way back in the 70’s. Today it still stand out to me – though that could be thanks to it’s firstness. The upright bass here is the epitome of what late night smoky nightclub jazz is – this isn’t the easy swing of Ellington, or even the accessible hipness of Miles Davis.This starts off an mp3 collection that pulls together an assortment of jazz greats. some are lp to cd transfers. I added Byard’s ‘Parisian Solos’ as a fresh upload. Freedom was the only work of his that I owned, so I searched for more. The solos are excellent. He was more obscure than I imagined though.
Also on the cd is Zoot Sims ‘Warm Tenor’ I had a cassette dupe of this from a friend’s collection. The title tells you all – sweet sexy music. Woody Herman: ‘Giant Steps’ love his take on the Coltrane & he does some nice work with Chick Corea’s La Fesita. Don Ellis: ‘How Time Passes’ modern Elligntonesque. Sam Jone & Neils Pederson: ‘Double Bass’ two superb bass players in duets & I love this.
Finally Don Pullen: New Beginnings. Another fine pianist & composer who is hard to slot into a jazz style. Influenced by Cecil Taylor he developed his own vision often deeply spiritual, sometimes overly intellectual (to me) but I don’t mind being challenged. Silence=Death on this is an amazing piece of work.
Pie Part 5
‘According to Willie you did. She told him her maiden name was …’
‘Stop!’ Miss Griffs briefly held her hands to her ears. ‘It was Griffs. She was my sister. She took Eric, the one man I ever loved. You know after two years she left Eric to die a drunk and married again. When that one was dead she came back here to look for another.
‘I knew what she was really like. Playing so goody-goody with those pies and all that. I played along too, as if I forgave her. Then just like I knew she would, she started to carry on. With Dave. I saw them.
‘I wanted to surprise her and I certainly did. When she sent him packing with his roses I came to get my pies as if I’d seen nothing. Just walked in. The door was open to cool the pies. While she put them in my basket I grabbed the pipe that held the door open and let her have it.’ Miss Griffs began to cry.
‘I don’t know where I got the strength from. I don’t know. She fell. I put the pipe in my basket and I ran out of the house. I didn’t know what to do and when I saw Margaret I had to make her think I was innocent.’
Carl led her off.
‘How did you figure that out?’ I asked the Inspector.
‘We haven’t moved anything.’
I looked into the kitchen through the back door and the body was still there.
‘No way anyone could see a body through that window. Only the killer could know it was there.’
‘But … the roses.’ Margaret’s heart raced as the pieces fell into place. ‘You must have gone out the front door while we breaking down the back door. Right Dave?’
‘What are you going on about Margaret? You can’t listen to this girl.’ Dave turned nervously to the Inspector.
‘‘Sent him packing with his roses.’ Isn’t that what Miss Griffs just said? Did you put them down while you finished Cassie off?’ I pointed the roses on the floor beside Cassie’s body.
‘Talk to my lawyer.’ Dave spat his gum out as two officers led him away.
‘Clever. Miss Griffs was ready to take the blame for him. Clever for you to figure it out. I have just one more thing for you to clear up, Margaret.’ The Inspector smiled.
‘When are you and Carl going to set a date?’
March 12, Saturday: attending:
March 16, Wednesday: judging at Hot Damn! it’s a Queer Slam – featuring The Ragdolls Supermarket Restaurant and Bar 268 Augusta Ave., Toronto, Ontario M5T2L9
June 3-5: attending: Capturing Fire 2016 – The DC Centre – 2000 14th St NW, Suite 105 – Washington, DC
June 11 – attending: The Toronto Poetry Talks – 10 AM – Metro Hall, 55 John Street, Toronto, Ontario M5V 3C6
July 4-8: maybe attending: Chasing your Tale – Loyalist – Belleville
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