Sunday, February 11, 2007

What's All This Jazz?

I keep drifting back to Somewhere Joe, checking for a new post, scanning the great comments he elicits, taking another long visual drink of that beautiful commercial shot of the colorful condominiums that melt into the wavy reinterpretation of their oranges in the water. As soon as his page loads, I snap to, not yet quite habituated to the beautiful jazz piece that flicks me simultaneously on both earlobes. It is noneother than Bobby Short's "Satin Doll" from his Late Night At The Cafe Carlyle album, a five and a half minute slice of music heaven. Finding the artist, the song title and the album was nothing short a full blown garden party of my well honed investigative skills. I toast me: Tink. I am so good, in fact, that I have programmed Super New Blogger's comments section to track down the physical address of every contributor. Don't worry---I studied to be a priest and am ordained solely in my respect for confidentiality. I probably shouldn't tell you that I can also see what you are wearing. Snavy, for instance, is completely naked right now. But hey, so am I.

Back in the '80s I was throwing pots for a living. Please, no tetra9hydrocannabinol jokes. I've heard them all. I also waited tables. Please no fly in my soup jokes, either. What does being a table waiting potter have to do with this story, you ask? Well, there used to be a jazz happening at the resort where I waited tables. And I was introduced to jazz. Not only was I introduced to the medium, I was introduced to the people who made it happen.

Now a few not onlys:

Not only had I never heard of Joe Williams or Mike Melvoin or Pete Christleib or Ray Brown or Kenny Burrell and a host of others, I was not a jazz fan in the least. Until I saw them play. I am here to tell you, there IS a God and her name is Jazz.

Not only did these great artists, these very approachable people all take time to talk to "the help," they loved on every person who came to appreciate them and accept their personal love along with their love of the music they made.

And talk about being friendly. I will never forget walking out with my cork bus tray to take an order on the floor and running smack dab into Joe Williams himself. I grabbed his hand to steady myself. I held hands with the man. He laughed. He was so gracious. He gave me his room key and then winked. Okay, maybe I stretch the truth a bit. He didn't wink. But from that moment on, we were in each others' brains.

One person in particular was very special: Pianist Gene Harris. Gene and his wife, Janie were pure and simple and joyous. Promoters of the annual jazz happenings, Jim and Mary Brown always made sure that every person in the room felt welcomed and included in the family that each weekend became. I got to sit with Gene and his wife for a meal. We supped together. From that moment on we were in each others' brains.

Gene died in January 2000 of kidney failure. Born in 1933, he was younger when I met him than I am now as I sit here and remember him to you. So guess what happened when I found out that he passed from this world. That's right----I cried.

Joe Williams died the day before my birthday in 1999 in Las Vegas. Speaking of BET on Jazz, I bet he didn't see that coming. So guess what happened when I found out that the great Joe Williams had passed from this world to visit his old buddy, Gene----do I even need to say it?

Now here is how being a potter ties into this whole thing: My pottery went home with many of the artists. Mike Melvoin's wife loved my pots. No room key, but she did wink at me. The entire experience was just that----one great, big wink.

Thanks to Somewhere Joe for inspiring this. What happens here is amazing...



This is an itsy-bitsy picture of Janie who keeps the soul of her late husband going at the annual Gene Harris Jazz Festival, occurring this year in early April over in Boise.

Okay, well.....New Super Duper Blogger won't let me download an image right now. I will try to edit later.

In the meantime, here is one of me naked: (JUST KIDDING!!!! SHEESH, PEOPLE.)

48 Comments:

At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 4:55:00 AM PST , Blogger Katie McKenna said...

"there IS a God and her name is Jazz."

Don't tell my daughter that! Although I do think she's intelligent, funny, beautiful, loving....

Great music! Love jazz and blues myself!

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 7:22:00 AM PST , Anonymous logo™ said...

I luff this post.
mwah!
The clip is great too.
I've only been a jazz convert for a couple years and I love the David Sedaris short story about jazz.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 8:10:00 AM PST , Blogger Lynda said...

I bet my sister can catch one of those heavenly concerts. Espeically if she goes to them my my dad's father. He loved jazz.

Didn't find that out until he died, though.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 9:52:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Katie: Yeah, I wasn't into the scene at ALL prior to meeting the faces. That and having sex with the great Joe Williams. Okay, maybe I stretch the truth a bit. When I sat there and felt all the emotion in the music, I was hooked.

Chall Tick: Welcome to the Jazz fold. May you ever inCREASE your appreciations. A good evening of listening can really help you IRON OUT the day's anxieties. Be sure to replace any vinyl disk in its SLEEVE. Okay, I'll stop.

I grew up listening to my uncle Carl's hero, Enrico Caruso. Not exactly a foundation for Jazz. I will have to check Sedaris out.

Lynda: Welcome!!!! I'm always afraid of what I am going to find out about my father when he goes.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 9:59:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Logo: See? See what I did? I told you I can't do math. Hello, Logo. I wasted all those great puns on you. Sorry, dear. Maybe Chall Tick will appreciate them. The irony here is that she and I were just talking about how we have responded to the wrong blog before. She has even goofed one better. Oh well, this humbles me. I love you; you know that, right? Logo? Hello? Logo? Are you there? Speak to me. Say something! Baby, I can explain everything. Yeah, Baby, it's me, Gawpo. Let me in. Please let me in. Where'd she go..........? (Those womens. So touchy about being confused with each other.)

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:28:00 AM PST , Blogger somewhere joe said...

Logo - don't fall for it. I know for a fact that his eyes were closed when he called out her name. Ooops.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:30:00 AM PST , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

I know nothing of jazz. I like it though. I am more drawn to classical. However, I dig the whole jazz thing.
..."I keep drifting back to Somewhere Joe, checking for a new post, scanning the great comments he elicits, taking another long visual drink of that beautiful commercial shot of the colorful condominiums that melt into the wavy reinterpretation of their oranges in the water."....Gawpo, you had me at hello.
I do the same thing! I am drawn to Joe's posts like a moth to the flame. Or flamer. But joking aside. I think that we both appreciate a quality blogger.
You fall into that category too shugs.
xo

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:53:00 AM PST , Blogger somewhere joe said...

Gawpo, buddy... thanks for sharing that gem. I was sorry to see it end. And those stories, oompty boom. Tell us more. I like all kinds of music but the top third is jazz jazz jazz.

My blog took a mystic turn this morning, but I found a way to keep the music going, being loathe to part with it, on that mirage-on-the-gulf post.

I weep for Stan and Chet and now Bobby and mostly myself, knowing that I'll never see him live at the Cafe Carlyle. But thanks for setting up a round for us with Mr. Gene here at Chez Gawpo...

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:56:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Joe: For some reason I am now suffering intrusive thoughts of Michael Cain and Steve Martin. I wonder why that is....hmmmmmm. Hey, didn't they star in a movie together? Yeah, let's see. What was the name of that movie, Joe? (good one!)

Blue TSG: I blush. You are so sweet. Were I eleven, I would say, "Same to you, but more of it." It is good to hear you admit that, when Joe publishes, you are drawn to his post.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 12:06:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Joe: While I was, so to speak, "finishing up with Blue the Spa Girl" (folds fingers and polishes nails on shirt), I saw your noreply comment notification pop into the email. I figured out how to envigorate the Bobby Short piece and am playing it over and over and over still. Thanks for leaving it on there. I got scared when today's post (to which I was drawn, by the way) showed up without the phamiliar photo of the year. Thanks to you for that. And you're very welcome. I enjoy your pleasure.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 12:37:00 PM PST , Anonymous logo™ said...

mwah
I still luff you... George

See if I sing you any more songs
:p

Joe~ Thank you for your assistance, nice to know you are there to keep things all cleared up.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 1:02:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

LOW-GO!: Ha! Good one! And thank you for the song in spite of how I have treated you. I don't know that song. They all cheer me up, each and every Logo-licious one. You are not only AWE, you are SOME.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 4:27:00 PM PST , Blogger ARM said...

The guy on the piano is amazing!! Damn if I could only play like that. I need to practice that as well. Good video! thanks for sharing your story!

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 4:42:00 PM PST , Blogger Candace said...

Yayusssss! (a very Southern-accented "Yes") I knew I would get into your head somehow and that you would never be able to forget me. ^_^ (though how your learned of my affinity for sucking the blood of Challs is still a mystery to me.)

I'm a little surprised Miz L didn't PUNish you for that error. I'd love to have seen how lo she would go. (cheesy grin) I found it slightly IRONic (I know, I know - you already used it) that you did that so shortly after the "reading multiple blogs" discussion. Yes, you did imPRESS me with your puns. I've been SIZING up your ablity with words, and I like what I see. ^_^

Tell me more about throwing pots. Do you have to, like, hit something with them? For, like, points? Would I get extra points for, say, catching one? Intriguing. . . Did you ever find yourself drunk behind the wheel? (can you get a PUI for that?) Do you plant broken pieces in your garden in hopes of producing the elusive Swiss Shard? (ok, that was digging, I know) I was listening to Jars of Clay today. What does it all mean?

You know, I have never been extremely Jazzy, but I might get headed down that path. Especially between your blog and Joe's. Right now, though, Sting is serenading me.

Today seems to be a very Musical Bloggy sort of day. :) I posted the Getaway Drivers before surfing today. :)

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 4:46:00 PM PST , Blogger Candace said...

Poo, you used irony (not just IRON)already, too, no less. Blah. I lose.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 4:49:00 PM PST , Blogger Candace said...

PS

"Ruprecht, do you want the genital cuff?"


^_^

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 5:18:00 PM PST , Anonymous snavy said...

No fair.... I'm always naked when I blog.

Hey, you made my day too! :)

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 6:57:00 PM PST , Anonymous Kat said...

I learned to love jazz in my twenties, bar hopping in New Orleans. There is nothing like a live set when your table is close enough to tap the trumpet. I just love all kinds of music: jazz, blues, swing, rock, country, metal. The soundtracks of my life.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 7:19:00 PM PST , Anonymous Quilly said...

Hey! I left a comment here this afternoon. Where did it go?

Well! Pft.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 9:26:00 PM PST , Blogger Ps said...

Thanks for pointing me to somewhere joe.The poem and the piece of music on his site was moving.
I dont know much about Jazz--but i liked this clip.
As regards you tracking down every contributor physically :D :D Ha ha ha..That was a good one :-)

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 9:49:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Arm-anda: Yes. The guy on the piano is just that...amazing. Gene Harris oozed his love for live over the ivories. I have never attempted keyboards and I admire greatly anyone who has. Guitar and trumpet are it for me. Look for a Louis Prima post to come. SICILIAN, baby! That's what I'm talkin' uh-BOUT. Glad you liked the story.

Candace, my one and only Chall Tick: I actually thought there were such things as Challs. You got ME on my own twist. Ha! And all right, already! You out-punnnnned me yet again. You were a punner on steroids, my Candacian slood bucker. Yes, you CAN get a PUI for such. Another of my faves is what you would get if you were walking under the influence: a WUI. But the best comes is you are flying. I'll let you say that one out loud to yourself. Plant....garden....digging! Sheesh. You are too much. Snap Snap. You turned me on to the Getaway Drivers. They are awesome. Can't wait to head on over and check 'em out. Now I will also have to look Ruprecht up. Either that or you are gonna have to learn me at it (sorry for making your ears bleed, Logo. But you shouldn't have even been listening. This is Candace' REAL comment response!)

Snavy: Yay! Hooray! We made our day! Yeah, I know----you were an easy guess on the naked.

Kat: Wow. Nawlens in your 20s. Vewwy impwessive. I saw Moms Mabley there in the 70s. Music on, Sister!

Quilly: You got blogger robbed. You should sue. But then you'd have to decide if you were going to old sue or new sue. Too tedious.

Ps: Yeah, you were the most difficult to find. I was waiting for that box out by the trash, but it never showed up. Your blog today explained my endless wait.

 
At Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:47:00 PM PST , Blogger Diesel said...

I'm sleepy. Nice music. I'm at church, playing host to homeless folks.

There are these great new things called hyperlinks that you can use when you want someone to know WTF you're talking about, btw. Although I think Joe may be upset with me, because he doesn't stop by any more.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 12:12:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Diesel: Driving to take Cindra to her general anesthesiologist for her mouthjob Friday. I have been trying to hook up with her so she can show me such things as these hyperlinks of which you speak. I am illiterate with this stuff. Thanks. Look, just between you and me, it's a wonder Joe or I go ANYwhere else but Blue The Spa Girl's place, what with the crushes we have on her. She has cast her Portugeseishly (pronounce that one!) alluring spell on us; she's a siren whose hold we cannot but barely resist. Me? It's only because I pop an a(l)men in my mouth to give me the strength to come back and answer comments. The last nut (so to speak) is wearing off and I am headed back over there right now. Gotta go. Bye!

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 6:05:00 AM PST , Blogger Candace said...

Ruprecht is from the Steve Martin/Michael Caine film. ^_^ (with the cork on the fork and the eyepatch)

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 7:29:00 AM PST , Blogger Harleyblue said...

My father is a musician and he instilled a love of all music in me but especially jazz and the blues. I feel those two in my soul than any others.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 9:41:00 AM PST , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

Gawpo, just keep swimming.
Love ya!

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 9:57:00 AM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Nice post Gawpo...ah, back in the day...at the Inn. You should post some of your pots...peeps do not know just how amazing you really are...I remember at our little local jazz festival at the marina when I got to hang out in the tent with Abbey Lincoln...it was SO cool.

Okay, "mouthjob"? That sounds really weird. Bring your jammies and your slippers. And garlic for the mashed potatoes, please.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 10:17:00 AM PST , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

LOL! I was curious about "mouthjob" too Cindra...!
I guess it isn't as uncooth as it sounds, right?
Good luck with that by the way.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 10:23:00 AM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Blue-I'm having oral surgery to remove a broken molar that's all with long roots and nerve damage and ew...so I have to be put out. Gawpo just has a gutter brain. Will you please make him sign a waiver so he's not going to do anything weird like draw all over me with markers while I'm all drugged out? I can't trust my husband to stop him from doing that. Oh, and make sure he promises to make me mashed potatoes. Thanks, Blue. I do appreciate it.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 11:36:00 AM PST , Blogger ARM said...

Louis Prima - now that is some good shit right there. I will be looking forward to that post.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 12:12:00 PM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

arm-ME TOO! As my teen says, that will be the shiz. Da kine.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 12:33:00 PM PST , Blogger somewhere joe said...

I heard Louis Prima and Keely Smith somewhere when I was a kid and told my dad how much I liked Keely Smith. I'll never forget his smile.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 1:19:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Candace: Okay, thanks for the movie info. I need to watch that one again. Someone was quoting lines from The Jerk today.

Harley: What a rich upbringing. Neither of my parents play an instrument, but I owe my Jazz and Blues appreciation to my own father. You are the exception for your generation.

Blue The Spa Goil: And I know that you know that I KNOW what you mean. Wink, wink.

Cheen-Druh!: Yes, the old days at the Inn. They had my handthrown salt and pepper shakers on the tables and when a customer would ask where we got them, I was always delighted to say, "I made 'em." I will post pics of pots when I get the iMac talking to my wireless router again! Garlic in the mashed it is, Dear.

Blue TSP: Mouthjob. Mouthjob. Mouthjob.

Cheen-Druh!: I will sign no waiver. We've already paid for all the magic markers, Dude.

Arm-manda: Cool beans! You will love it. I even have a story to go with it. But I never did get to see him.

Somewhere Joe: I have met two Keelys in my life. When asked, each said that, yes, their father had named them after Keely Smith. Try it on a Keely someday. You might enjoy the result. You lucky duck; you got to see them. Quite the story, their relationship.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 1:22:00 PM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Somewhere Joe-that's precious.

Gawpo-go see your sweetie pie on my post today. She wants to snuggle you.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 1:23:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Candace: Coly How! Did you know Frank Oz directed Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (aka: Somewhere Joe Rats Out Gawpo)?

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 1:45:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Cheen-Druh!: Wow, cool! How'd you get Blue The Spa Girl to be on your post? Come on, Joe, let's go....

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 3:57:00 PM PST , Blogger somewhere joe said...

I can't keep up with you dawg! I have a bike. You have a plane.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 4:24:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Joe: Come to think of it, I believe we're both screwed. Cindra's blog has no airport or parking lot. You will no doubt take note of my good taste and restraint by omitting any mention of us getting Blue The Spa Girl on either of OUR posts.

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 7:51:00 PM PST , Anonymous cindra said...

Joe and Gawpo-While I don't deny Blue is the cat's meow, I'm starting to feel like chopped liver here, if ya know what I mean...and dudes, I have a helicopter pad...hello?

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 8:44:00 PM PST , Blogger Candace said...

I don't have an Hpad, but I can help you postflight your plane if you come this way. :)

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 9:26:00 PM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Cheen-Druh!: My dear and darling and wonderful and I love you more than any other person in the whole entire world (she makes me go through this every time)....Yes, Blue may be the cat's meow, but you my dear and sweet and darling poopsie-pooh are the cat's whiskers. You put the tickle in my pickle. The me in my ow. The puh in my urrr. The Le in my Purr. The lih in my ick. The peh in my ett. Besides that, I happen to LOVE chopped liver. Why, even as I type, Joe and I are chartering a Robinson 44 so we can heli to your pad.

Candace: Yeah, I know. I love that about you, you aircraft sex goddess of maintenance and procedure. You put the chaw in my awks, the few in my ewl, the poll in my ish, post in my flight. (there i go again with that post talk)

 
At Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 11:18:00 PM PST , Blogger Logophile said...

you so silly

 
At Wednesday, February 14, 2007 at 7:02:00 AM PST , Blogger Candace said...

Be sure to call ahead so I can ready the bucket of prop wash and roll out the spool of flightline. ^_^

 
At Wednesday, February 14, 2007 at 8:53:00 AM PST , Blogger Gawpo said...

Logo: You mean I put the sih in your lee?

Candace: Ha! Can't wait! Can't wait! I will call with plenty of time to prepare.

 
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