{"id":4450,"date":"2013-02-15T15:44:36","date_gmt":"2013-02-15T23:44:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/?p=4450"},"modified":"2013-02-15T15:46:53","modified_gmt":"2013-02-15T23:46:53","slug":"odds-and-ends-well-actually-two-odds-and-a-video-at-the-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2013\/02\/odds-and-ends-well-actually-two-odds-and-a-video-at-the-end\/","title":{"rendered":"Odds And Ends: Well, Actually, Two Odds And A Video At The End"},"content":{"rendered":"
KUMQUATS<\/strong><\/iframe><\/div>\n

In Los Angeles, we had a kumquat tree. Every winter it gave us a crop of the tangy little citrus globules. After we moved north to apple country, I missed the kumquats. One day a couple of summers ago, my wife returned from a shopping expedition with a fledgling kumquat tree in a pot. She found it at a Home Depot, of all places. What the heck, she said, it may not survive in this climate, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s worth a try. In spring, summer and fall, we keep it on the deck. In winter, it sits in front of the French doors leading to the deck. Last February, we had 24 small kumquats. This season, there are 53, some now big and ready to eat, others small, green and growing. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m happy.
\n\"Kumquats<\/a>\"Kumquats<\/a> <\/p>\n

If you want to know more about kumquats—and who doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t?—listen to the rather unusual man in this video<\/a>. Hurry back.<\/p>\n

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You may notice that there is no kumquat music in this post. If you do a web search using the term “kumquat songs,” you will understand why. <\/p>\n

That concludes this special Rifftides<\/em> kumquat report. Viewers\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 kumquat komments are welcome. Use the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Speak Your Mind\u00e2\u20ac\u009d box at the end of the post.<\/p>\n

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JOHN MCNEIL\u00e2\u20ac\u2122S RETRO PHOTO<\/strong><\/iframe><\/div>\n

Mr. McNeil, a trumpet player given to wryness in his musical and non-musical pursuits, sent the photograph below, accompanied by this message:<\/p>\n

I ran across this olde picture of the loft jazz scene in NY in ’72.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"McNeil<\/a><\/p>\n

Under cross-examination, he confessed that the picture was, in fact, taken the night of February 6, 2013 at ShapeShifter Lab<\/a>, a non-retro performance space in the heart of downtown Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York. That accounts for Mr. McNeil\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s up-to-date appearance. But what accounts for the other guys looking as if they are really in 1972? They are Jeremy Udden, alto saxophone; Aryeh Kobrinsky, bass; and Vinnie Sperazza, drums. The photographer was Elvind Opsik, who played bass that night with another band. McNeil suggests that Opskind may have processed the grainy black and white photo \u00e2\u20ac\u0153with some kind of gritty app\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIgrit,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGritMeDaddy.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00e2\u20ac\u009d We may never know.<\/p>\n

Here is John McNeil with bassist Jorge Roeder in a piece called \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dover Beach,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d uploaded to YouTube<\/em> by guitarist Julian Lage about a year ago.<\/p>\n