Aqui você vai encontrar as novidades sobre o panorama nacional e internacional do Jazz e da Bossa Nova, além de recomendações e críticas sobre o que anda acontecendo, escritas por um time de aficionados por esses estilos musicais. E você também ouve um notável programa de música de jazz e blues através dos PODCASTS.
Apreciando ou discordando, deixem-nos seus comentários.
NOSSO PATRONO: DICK FARNEY (Farnésio Dutra da Silva)
..: ESTE BLOG FOI CRIADO EM 10 DE MAIO DE 2002 :..
Mauro Nahoum (Mau Nah), José Sá Filho (Sazz), Arlindo Coutinho (Mestre Goltinho); David Benechis (Mestre Bené-X), José Domingos Raffaelli (Mestre Raf) *in memoriam*, Marcelo Carvalho (Marcelón), Marcelo Siqueira (Marcelink), Luciana Pegorer (PegLu), Mario Vieira (Manim), Luiz Carlos Antunes (Mestre Llulla) *in memoriam*, Ivan Monteiro (Mestre I-Vans), Mario Jorge Jacques (Mestre MaJor), Gustavo Cunha (Guzz), José Flavio Garcia (JoFla), Alberto Kessel (BKessel), Gilberto Brasil (BraGil), Reinaldo Figueiredo (Raynaldo), Claudia Fialho (LaClaudia), Pedro Wahmann (PWham), Nelson Reis (Nels), Pedro Cardoso (o Apóstolo), Carlos Augusto Tibau (Tibau), Flavio Raffaelli (Flavim), Luiz Fernando Senna (Senna) *in memoriam*, Cris Senna (Cris), Jorge Noronha (JN), Sérgio Tavares de Castro (Blue Serge) e Geraldo Guimarães (Gerry).
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Dave Brubeck também esteve com sérios problemas, recentemente ficou internado por 2 semanas num hospital por causa de uma infecção viral, que finalmente foi superada. Brubeck acabou não podendo comparecer na Califórnia a premiere de um trabalho orquestral seu, inspirado por Ansel Adams (um famoso fotógrafo ambientalista americano). Ele e seu filho Chris estiveram trabalhando nisso durante um ano.
Brubeck voltou pra casa e está recomeçando os trabalhos. Dave Brubeck tem 88 anos.
LLULLA:
Triste perder um astro maior de seu instrumento, legítimo representante do "west coast", mas consolam-nos as extensas discografia (onde podemos ouví-lo) e filmografia (onde podemos ouví-lo e vê-lo atuando) que nos legou.
A orquestra lá do alto fica mais enriquecida !
É Lula,
Mais um dos "meus heróis" que sái do nosso convívio terreno. Ainda bem que juntos o assistimos no "Chivas". Nosso amigo,velho baterista de boa safra,o "Oswaldinho" deve estar pensando que peguei o autógrafo do finado Shank, na fotografia que ele Oswaldo entrgou-me - na ocasião - quando tocaram juntos no Uruguai. Ledo engano, nem a dele - Oswaldo - e nem a do Shank. Tudo, pela foto que tirei do Shank, assinando a tua "Enciclopédia" e por conta do "hurry" nos bastidores daquele dia. Um momento inefável. Mais "um gigante" que nos deu adeus.
Descanse em paz e obrigado pelo legado que nos deixou.
Nelson Reis
CINCO DE MAYO
When Bud Shank died on April 2 at 82, there were hundreds of
thousands, probably millions, who were reminded of his recordings,
concerts and performances. But there were also about a dozen guys who remembered a single, private and magical half-hour of his life...and their own.
I met Bud on a boat. He was a sailing pal of my brother, John - a
professional skipper who had raced on Bud's boat, Xanalyn. I owned a
sailboat, too: Olinka. And in May of 1977, I decided to enter the
famous Newport to Ensenada race. My brother suggested Bud as one of the crew. I wasn't a big jazz fan, so Bud Shank's name meant nothing
musical to me. I didn't realize he was one of the world's great
flautists, who would, only a few years later, give it up for other
instruments. But I knew he was a sailing man; one of the best.
There were 12 of us on the boat. Most of us already knew each other;
hard-core ocean racers, signed up for a good time on a beautiful, but
dated, wooden yawl. Built in Sweden in 1952, Olinka was also a handful when racing; it took a dozen or more very good sailors to wring the best out of her. And Bud was clearly qualified. We had a great time and a great race, crossing the finish line at sunrise, ahead of the fleet.
First in class.
Bud went ashore with a few of us in Ensenada to stock up for our
celebratory breakfast: huevos; tortillas; tomates; cebollas; limones; tequila; sangrita with a woman's picture on the bottle. It was Cinco de Mayo: the Mexican day of Independence. And on the way back to the dock we passed through the sleepy, hungover, once-a-year swarm; past kids setting off fireworks. There was an old blind man selling little handrolled clay pipes with a few random holes punched in here and there; little flowers and donkeys painted on next to the Ensenada BC; the kind of souvenier trinket you'd buy for your kid to prove you'd been to Mexico...and hope they didn't try to play it.
So the guy holds up a pipe, and Bud gives it a quick try, buys it for a buck (overpriced even 32 years ago) and sticks it in the grocery bag.
And we go back to the boat, fix breakfast, and settle down to catch
some of the sleep we lost during the 20 hour race. Then, rocking in the early morning sun, watching the scores of boats still trailing across the finish line, we start to hear Bud Shank, alone on the foredeck, playing Antonio Carlos Jobim - purely and flawlessly - on what only moments before was a crude, cheap toy; a piece of clay before that; and dust before that. It was the most memorable outdoor concert of my life.
First in class.
>> Eu não poderia deixar de postar esse texto de Tony Bill, produtor de filmes como The Sting, Crazy People, Flyboys, dentre outros.
Bud além de ótimo músico era um ótimo velejador, tinhamos gostos semelhantes, música e mar. <<
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