
To digress slightly: sign language is fascinating to watch, isn't it? I remember being in the Bulldog Bar in Amsterdam on my mate John's stag-weekend, high as the proverbial kite on Purple Haze, totally transfixed by a young couple busily signing a couple of tables away. Man, that was deep...
But to recap - Tony Hart, 'The Gallery' (and related sensations pertaining to the wonderful and frightening experience of daytime TV in the 1970s through the eyes of a child) and vibraphones, somehow mixing up to possibly explain my appreciation of...
This was recorded in New York in 1952, and has nothing much to do with anything I wrote above, except of course that Milt Jackson is a fantastic vibraphone player and I could (and have) wallowed in his music for hours at a time, absorbing that lush yet strangely creepy timbre of the vibes as they float around the room in delicate ripples of glacial wonder. Check the ending of this tune where the notes start to really sustain, glide and fluctuate...yeah, that takes me somewhere beyond the boundaries rational explanation. You can pick up this tune on the "Wizard Of the Vibes" CD.
3 comments:
I had my lectures signed for a year...
It makes one realise how much rambling, incoherent shite you talk
we assumed you already knew! heh.
see you tonight, innit...
Actually I don't understand whats your point with this post!
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