Up here in the interior of the US Pacific Northwest, the floods have receded following the sudden snowmelt of a week ago. In this valley, the snow is gone except for the big piles scooped into the corners of parking lots. We are spared the drastic sub-zero temperatures of the midwest and east. What we have is constant fog and air just enough below freezing to apply frosted decoration to nearly everything outside.







The nonagenarian pianist presented de Barros with every biographer’s hope, unrestricted access to his subject’s personal papers and nearly unrestricted access to her private thoughts. He made the most of it, turning exhaustive research and hundreds of hours of interviews into a true story with the sweep of a novel. From the early discovery of McPartland’s musical gift through her wartime service, her ecstatic and stormy marriage to Jimmy McPartland, her growth as a pianist, her deep affair with Joe Morello, and the radio show that made her a national figure, she has had a fascinating life. It makes a splendid read.
Mulligan’s Concert Jazz Band had three fewer musicians than most big jazz outfits. Its size permitted precision, flexibility and subtlety, yet the band had the power of sprung steel. In this concert from a half century ago, the CJB is as fresh as yesterday. Arrangements by Mulligan, Bob Brookmeyer, Al Cohn and Johnny Mandel set standards to which big band writers still aspire. Bassist Buddy Clark and drummer Mel Lewis inspired Mulligan, Brookmeyer, Conte Candoli, Gene Quill and Zoot Sims to some of the best soloing of their careers. This beautifully produced issue of the complete concert is a basic repertoire item.
Thanks, I will. It’s been in the mid 80s all week. However, I can’t help thinking that today is the anniversary of the ’94 Northridge earthquake. If given a choice, I’d probably go for the frost-covered trees. Nice photos.
Dick McGarvin
Los Angeles
(Our house was six blocks from the epicenter. Because of the peculiar vertical nature of that quake, the house went up, came down, then shook for thirty seconds that seemed like thirty minutes. To our amazement, the house had no structural damage, but almost everything inside hit the floor and much of it broke. The Northridge quake was not the reason we left L.A. in ’97, but we do not miss the periodic shaking. Thanks, Dick, for the anniversary reminder. I’ll uncork a bottle of Earthquake Zinfandel tonight. — DR)