Here is the unofficial Rifftides apple crop forecast for 2011. My friend Vigorelli Bianchi and I gathered evidence on an early morning cycling expedition. You see Vig resting while I photographed.
The forecast is for abundant fruit. This fall, there will be plenty of good red Washington apples to go with your scrapple.
“Scrapple From the Apple” by Charlie Parker, alto saxophone; Charlie Byrd, guitar; Bill Shanahan, piano; Merton Oliver, bass; Don Lamond, drums; unknown, bongos. Howard Theater, Washington, D.C., October 18, 1952.
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.
So, how do you like them Apples?
Sorry, can’t see your friend anywhere. Can see what I presume is his bike. But Charlie Parker rules.
N E Way, the best of British luck to you.
Enjoying the appearance of your weblog, just as a side note. In the illustrious words of our beloved Arnie, “I’ll be back” (if you’ll have me)
My friend is the bike. Come back any time—and often.