Too bad there isn't any viddy; Sassy could just rock the house on up numbers like this. The bass player on this date is a young Charles Williams, who became better known as Buster Williams. The only reason I know this (not being smart enough to research it back when I got the CD) is that I saw a gig at the Village Vanguard back in the 90s sometime and on a break, I was chatting with the group and mentioned how much I dug Sarah and the whole Kirk Stuart trio at the Tivoli in '63. The bass player smiled, "That was me, you know."
Like many female jazz singers of the 40s, 50s, and 60s (wait; even today??), Sarah was pretty much forced to re-do the pop stuff to make a buck for the talentless money-makers at the record companies. Even then, she could kill it:
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Better yet, she still had enough in the tank to come back with shit like this to satisfy her soul:
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Sorry for the pops and clicks - I wanted to find a viddy of Sweet Georgia Brown that absolutely melts your teeth, but I'll have to listen to that myself.
"death of Hendrix did not bother me. Janis Joplin death particularly saddening, terrible to me because to put it
shittily, I related to her. she had the courage of a mountain, understand? don't worry about vocal chords...wrote an 8 or ten page tribute to the guts of Joplin but so filled with love, I had to destroy. [***]"
"When his friend Peter Edler invited him to read at The Bridge, a book store off Hollywood Boulevard, Bukowski said yes. The date was set as Friday 19 December, 1969 [...]
The evening was such a success, Peter Elder invited Bukowski back the next night to do it all over again."
(Sounes: Locked in the arms, p. 102f)
So, two readings must have been planned in advance, rather than a second one happening just because the first one was 'such a success'.
Thanks for that, solo. I sure hope the good folk smart enough to cough up a whole one dollar got their money's worth. $1 - Christ!
Back on topic:
Been sort of quiet on the forum for a few days. Liven it up with a little 70's funkiness - forget the cowbell, give me more talk box? mouth organ? whatever that damn thing is called at 2:24.
In recent years I've come to appreciate the Buckley boys. When Jeff was alive I couldn't stand him - I mistakenly cast him as poster boy fodder for the lonely teenage girl crowd. Wrong! Grace is a great record and then you think of what might have been:
Browsing another forum I took the time to listen to this song. And I found myself thinking, what a damn good song.