Each man reads his own meaning into New York. –Meyer Berger
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. –Thomas Wolfe
I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street – just assault you and tell you what they think of your jacket. –Madonna
I love short trips to New York; to me it is the finest three-day town on earth. –James Cameron
It is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal. Its politics are used to frighten children. Its traffic is madness. Its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it-once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no other place is good enough. –John Steinbeck





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.
Yeah, sure, so’s your old man, but whattabout:
New York New York, it’s a helluva town
The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down
The people ride in a hole in the ground
New York New York, it’s a wonderful town
(yeah, so i got the words some wrong, so sue me.)