Well, it's time for me to start blogging again ... not that any of you will actually be reading it since my hiatus has been looonnngg.
Anyway, we hit Jazz Street last night with no particular plan as it was very late. Joe had a private gig, so I didn't meet him down there until a little after 9:00. We hung out by the Verizon Big Tent so he could grab some grub, then headed down Jazz Street to hear Mingo Fishtrap. I kept tweeting about them, but my auto spell feature turned them into Mongo Fishtrap. I just deleted those tweets because I was too busy listening to their great sound and moving to their infectious groove. The crowd, which was huge, loved them. We only saw about half their set at the free Jazz Street Stage, but they will be back tonight in the Verizon Tent. Since Joe was kind enough give me a Club Pass for Christmas, I can go see them if I'm down there.
I just set my blog up for mobile viewing. It worked, and if you're reading this on your Blackberry or Droid, it should be looking good.
If time permits, I will lay out my RIJF plans for the next couple of days later today. The big day, for me, is Friday when Prime Time Funk will hit the Jazz Street stage for two shows, 7:15 and 9:15. It's been quite a while - hell, it's been way too long - since they've been at the Jazz Fest, so come on down and dance with me!
yours in music (and dancing),
Tracy
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Time to Re-think Facebook
Well, here I go, back to Facebook, and I'm completely terrified about it. Last Friday, someone sent me a chat message that had malware in it. Although I didn’t chat back, nor did I click on the link in the chat box, I still got hit. The guy who cleaned up my computer (at Microworx) said that you don’t have to click on anything anymore, sometimes you just have to “mouse” over something to be infected.
I’ve decided to do two things. First, I’m going to make a new Facebook page just for my blog. I’ll send out a note to everyone to ask you to “like” my new page, and I will use it to promote my blog. Those of you who want to read it can “like” it, and those of you who don’t can just ignore it. Second, I am going to pare my Facebook friend list down to pretty much only family.
I won’t be reading private messages on my Facebook. Those who truly want to reach me can email me at music9.lover1@gmail.com and I will check those messages and reply.
This means no more being able to catch up on my Facebook friends’ lives and happenings. This means missing out on invitations that are sent out only through Facebook. This means missing out on reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a long time. This makes me sad.
I know the person who sent the infected chat message (and private message as well) did not mean to do so. And I hope that no infected messages were sent out from my Facebook. It does not seem as though there have been. I have checked with some of you, and no one has received any suspicious communication from me.
I cannot afford another $79 clean out my laptop, so this is, I think, the only action I can take right now. When Mark Zuckerberg finds a way to make Facebook immune from viruses, malware and spyware, I will be back.
Please “like” my new page.
yours in music (and safe web surfing),
tracy
I’ve decided to do two things. First, I’m going to make a new Facebook page just for my blog. I’ll send out a note to everyone to ask you to “like” my new page, and I will use it to promote my blog. Those of you who want to read it can “like” it, and those of you who don’t can just ignore it. Second, I am going to pare my Facebook friend list down to pretty much only family.
I won’t be reading private messages on my Facebook. Those who truly want to reach me can email me at music9.lover1@gmail.com and I will check those messages and reply.
This means no more being able to catch up on my Facebook friends’ lives and happenings. This means missing out on invitations that are sent out only through Facebook. This means missing out on reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a long time. This makes me sad.
I know the person who sent the infected chat message (and private message as well) did not mean to do so. And I hope that no infected messages were sent out from my Facebook. It does not seem as though there have been. I have checked with some of you, and no one has received any suspicious communication from me.
I cannot afford another $79 clean out my laptop, so this is, I think, the only action I can take right now. When Mark Zuckerberg finds a way to make Facebook immune from viruses, malware and spyware, I will be back.
Please “like” my new page.
yours in music (and safe web surfing),
tracy
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Well, that was sad ... I had my heart broken last night.
Jon Greeno (of Footnote) broke my heart last night. He told me that he "un-bookmarked" my blog. Well, who can blame him, actually? I haven't written since September. In fact, it's been so long that I couldn't remember my password and had to reset it! Bad, bad bloggist.
Joe and I went out to celebrate my birthday (shameless plug for me) last night. We wanted to go see Footnote at Tala Vera, but first we went to dinner at Virtu. I think we probably should have eaten at Tala Vera. Everyone who had eaten there looked happy. Anyway, Virtu was dead. Joe ordered some odd greens and beans, we had to ask twice for the bread, they had run out of the wine I wanted, Joe ordered coffee and it was served barely warmer than room temp, and we ordered steak salads. I'd had the steak salad before, and it was excellent. Not so, last night. I was not asked how I wanted my steak cooked, and I think it was still mooing. Joe's was rare, but mine was pretty much raw. The server took it back, and I ordered a very odd gnocchi. I guarantee you, we will not be going back. We had initally tried to go to Tony D's, which we love, but it was absolutely slammed. There was no where to stand at the bar for our 40 minute wait, and we could get right into Virtu. Obviously, now we know why.
After Virtu, we went out of Corn Hill, down to State Street and found Tala Vera. Unfortunately, it's not in a very "sexy" neighborhood, but it's smack dab between Corn Hill and High Falls, so I hope that it gets some extra traffic by virtue of that. It's a new "California-Mexican Cantina." I'm anxious to go back to try the food. It smelled yummy. Joe said his margarita was very good. I had a Kahlua and cream which was also quite nice, and the two drinks were only $10. We'll be back there soon.
When we walked in, Footnote was playing with their special guest, Bill Tiberio. We, sadly, were late and only heard one and a half songs with Bill and only a couple after he left. We thought they were playing longer. We just did not plan well last night!
Footnote is comprised of Jon Greeno on guitar, Herb Renke on bass, Jon Tucker on keys, and Keith Welch on drums/percussion. The band is easy on the ears - tunes with melodies and hooks. I like that. I don't want to be "challenged," I want to be "wooed." Footnote woos. The room is new, and there is work to be done on how the sound is mixed. However, while the band was tearing down, there was music being played over the sound system. I thought it was some national group's CD, but it was actually Footnote! The owner had recorded the show. They sounded excellent. Maybe he was able to mix the sound better on the recording?
I like Footnote; they have a real nice vibe. I recommend checking them out when you can. It sounds as if the next gig they have on their books is the Brew at the Zoo & Wine, Too event at Seneca Park Zoo on May 14th, 5:30 - 8:30. I'm putting that on my calendar now!
We're heading out to Water Street tonight for a benefit for the Rochester City School of the Arts - Go Mad for Plaid. There are five bands playing.
Jon, I will try to write about that, too. Please bookmark me again!
yours in music,
tracy
Joe and I went out to celebrate my birthday (shameless plug for me) last night. We wanted to go see Footnote at Tala Vera, but first we went to dinner at Virtu. I think we probably should have eaten at Tala Vera. Everyone who had eaten there looked happy. Anyway, Virtu was dead. Joe ordered some odd greens and beans, we had to ask twice for the bread, they had run out of the wine I wanted, Joe ordered coffee and it was served barely warmer than room temp, and we ordered steak salads. I'd had the steak salad before, and it was excellent. Not so, last night. I was not asked how I wanted my steak cooked, and I think it was still mooing. Joe's was rare, but mine was pretty much raw. The server took it back, and I ordered a very odd gnocchi. I guarantee you, we will not be going back. We had initally tried to go to Tony D's, which we love, but it was absolutely slammed. There was no where to stand at the bar for our 40 minute wait, and we could get right into Virtu. Obviously, now we know why.
After Virtu, we went out of Corn Hill, down to State Street and found Tala Vera. Unfortunately, it's not in a very "sexy" neighborhood, but it's smack dab between Corn Hill and High Falls, so I hope that it gets some extra traffic by virtue of that. It's a new "California-Mexican Cantina." I'm anxious to go back to try the food. It smelled yummy. Joe said his margarita was very good. I had a Kahlua and cream which was also quite nice, and the two drinks were only $10. We'll be back there soon.
When we walked in, Footnote was playing with their special guest, Bill Tiberio. We, sadly, were late and only heard one and a half songs with Bill and only a couple after he left. We thought they were playing longer. We just did not plan well last night!
Footnote is comprised of Jon Greeno on guitar, Herb Renke on bass, Jon Tucker on keys, and Keith Welch on drums/percussion. The band is easy on the ears - tunes with melodies and hooks. I like that. I don't want to be "challenged," I want to be "wooed." Footnote woos. The room is new, and there is work to be done on how the sound is mixed. However, while the band was tearing down, there was music being played over the sound system. I thought it was some national group's CD, but it was actually Footnote! The owner had recorded the show. They sounded excellent. Maybe he was able to mix the sound better on the recording?
I like Footnote; they have a real nice vibe. I recommend checking them out when you can. It sounds as if the next gig they have on their books is the Brew at the Zoo & Wine, Too event at Seneca Park Zoo on May 14th, 5:30 - 8:30. I'm putting that on my calendar now!
We're heading out to Water Street tonight for a benefit for the Rochester City School of the Arts - Go Mad for Plaid. There are five bands playing.
Jon, I will try to write about that, too. Please bookmark me again!
yours in music,
tracy
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
"Mom. No. They are so tacky. I hate them."
That's the text I received from my daughter after I sent her a picture text of the Skechers Shape-Ups I wanted to buy. True, they are rather obnoxious and are pretty much the essence of what a middle-aged woman who wants to get in shape the easiest way possible would wear.
These are the shoes that are supposed to improve posture and circulation, strengthen the back, tighten the abs, firm the butt, tone and firm the thighs, firm the calves and relieve joint stress. I asked the salesgirl if she had any personal experience with them, and she said that her mom was a waitress and swore by them. She would never return to regular sneakers. And, yes, she had lost weight.
Yes. I bought them. My apologies to Caroline and a promise to never wear them in her presence.
I picked the black suede ones; they are the least obnoxious looking. They don't "go" with anything except, maybe, my black yoga pants. Mostly because those are long enough to cover up a lot of the shoe. They are silly looking, with the (mostly white and some grey) sole one inch thick at its thinnest and a full 1 and 7/8 inches at the thickest point. The sole comes up at the toe and at the heel - so much so that when I leaned back, like you do, I almost fell over. Dangerous, these shoes.
So, first I tried walking around the house in case I didn't like them, that way I could return them. After I got used to that, Drew and I took the dogs for a long walk. I kept the shoes on while I did a few things around the house, ran some errands and did a little shopping at Wegmans.
Since my calves (and my ass) are tired, I have to say that they must have some merit. I hope so anyway. I'm going to try to use them every day on dog walks, errands, trips to the store, etc. Maybe they will make a difference.
Now, what to do about my arms?
yours in music and shoes,
Tracy
These are the shoes that are supposed to improve posture and circulation, strengthen the back, tighten the abs, firm the butt, tone and firm the thighs, firm the calves and relieve joint stress. I asked the salesgirl if she had any personal experience with them, and she said that her mom was a waitress and swore by them. She would never return to regular sneakers. And, yes, she had lost weight.
Yes. I bought them. My apologies to Caroline and a promise to never wear them in her presence.
I picked the black suede ones; they are the least obnoxious looking. They don't "go" with anything except, maybe, my black yoga pants. Mostly because those are long enough to cover up a lot of the shoe. They are silly looking, with the (mostly white and some grey) sole one inch thick at its thinnest and a full 1 and 7/8 inches at the thickest point. The sole comes up at the toe and at the heel - so much so that when I leaned back, like you do, I almost fell over. Dangerous, these shoes.
So, first I tried walking around the house in case I didn't like them, that way I could return them. After I got used to that, Drew and I took the dogs for a long walk. I kept the shoes on while I did a few things around the house, ran some errands and did a little shopping at Wegmans.
Since my calves (and my ass) are tired, I have to say that they must have some merit. I hope so anyway. I'm going to try to use them every day on dog walks, errands, trips to the store, etc. Maybe they will make a difference.
Now, what to do about my arms?
yours in music and shoes,
Tracy
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Lawnmowers + Redline Zydeco + Tina & the Two-Timers + Small Town = Musical Weekend
A very musical weekend, indeed!
Friday night, I dragged Joe out of Fairport to the world of hellish parking that is downtown Rochester so that we could catch one of my faves, The Lawnmowers, at Abilene. They must be many peoples' faves, because the place was packed. Lots of musicians out to see this band with their special guest, Rudy Valentino. Not the one from the silent films.
The band sounded great, but the venue was a problem. I really like what the owner is trying to make happen at Abilene, but the setup is difficult. I was sitting at the bar watching people rudely walk in front of Russ Roberts to get out to the patio - WHILE HE WAS PLAYING - over and over again, and it made me mad. At least wait until a song ends, people. I couldn't really see much, just Russ being cut in front of, since there was a guy the size a of SubZero refrigerator who chose to stand directly in front of me. Oh well, I could still hear, and what I heard, I enjoyed.
The next night, I was going to a private party at which Redline Zydeco was playing, with a nice surprise of our friend, Dave Cohen, sitting in on drums. A beautiful night, the party host had built a nice little covered bandstand lit with white Christmas lights - it was really beautiful. Everybody loved the band; there were many dancers (even me; thank God it was dark) whooping it up on the lawn. Really fun band, really good sound.
From the party, I popped in to see my friends, Tina & the Two-Timers at The Landing. Tone-god, Dave Charneski, was sounding really good. I especially liked his solo on Waitin' on the World; it was beautiful. Tina's voice is one of my all-time favorites, so I always enjoy listening to her, and her harmonies with Bob Miller were lovely. Bob's slide guitar, $Bill Blind's drumming, and Richie's bass all come together real nice. A fun band, don't miss them the next time they hit The Landing (or anywhere else).
Finally on Sunday afternoon, I got Joe to take me to Schooner's to listen to Small Town. I have to admit, that I did more talking (to Kevin Hart's lovely wife) than I did listening. However, what I heard were dead-on covers of songs everyone loves. That's why this band is so successful; they're excellent musicians, they know what people want, and they do it really well. The last song was Soul Sister, by Train, which I absolutely love - everyone was singing along! There was a big crowd for them at Schooner's, and it was a very fun way to pass the afternoon. I can't wait to do it again.
Speaking of Small Town, apparently there's going to be a big bash featuring them at Slammer's this Friday night. I hope to be there. I am betting a lot of Rochester's musicians will be; it should be an excellent night for music.
yours in music,
tracy
Friday night, I dragged Joe out of Fairport to the world of hellish parking that is downtown Rochester so that we could catch one of my faves, The Lawnmowers, at Abilene. They must be many peoples' faves, because the place was packed. Lots of musicians out to see this band with their special guest, Rudy Valentino. Not the one from the silent films.
The band sounded great, but the venue was a problem. I really like what the owner is trying to make happen at Abilene, but the setup is difficult. I was sitting at the bar watching people rudely walk in front of Russ Roberts to get out to the patio - WHILE HE WAS PLAYING - over and over again, and it made me mad. At least wait until a song ends, people. I couldn't really see much, just Russ being cut in front of, since there was a guy the size a of SubZero refrigerator who chose to stand directly in front of me. Oh well, I could still hear, and what I heard, I enjoyed.
The next night, I was going to a private party at which Redline Zydeco was playing, with a nice surprise of our friend, Dave Cohen, sitting in on drums. A beautiful night, the party host had built a nice little covered bandstand lit with white Christmas lights - it was really beautiful. Everybody loved the band; there were many dancers (even me; thank God it was dark) whooping it up on the lawn. Really fun band, really good sound.
From the party, I popped in to see my friends, Tina & the Two-Timers at The Landing. Tone-god, Dave Charneski, was sounding really good. I especially liked his solo on Waitin' on the World; it was beautiful. Tina's voice is one of my all-time favorites, so I always enjoy listening to her, and her harmonies with Bob Miller were lovely. Bob's slide guitar, $Bill Blind's drumming, and Richie's bass all come together real nice. A fun band, don't miss them the next time they hit The Landing (or anywhere else).
Finally on Sunday afternoon, I got Joe to take me to Schooner's to listen to Small Town. I have to admit, that I did more talking (to Kevin Hart's lovely wife) than I did listening. However, what I heard were dead-on covers of songs everyone loves. That's why this band is so successful; they're excellent musicians, they know what people want, and they do it really well. The last song was Soul Sister, by Train, which I absolutely love - everyone was singing along! There was a big crowd for them at Schooner's, and it was a very fun way to pass the afternoon. I can't wait to do it again.
Speaking of Small Town, apparently there's going to be a big bash featuring them at Slammer's this Friday night. I hope to be there. I am betting a lot of Rochester's musicians will be; it should be an excellent night for music.
yours in music,
tracy
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Emotionally invested.
My friend, Val, hit the nail on the head when she said that I "get completely emotionally invested" in every job that I have applied for in my ten-month-long job hunting odyssey.
All of the positions that I've applied for have been ones that a) sound like a good fit for my skill set, b) sound like something I would enjoy and be successful at, and c) are at institutions for which I have a great deal of respect. I am not applying willy-nilly to any and all jobs out there; I'm choosing carefully and thoughtfully.
When I find that kind of a job description, I read and re-read it. I do a little organizational research if it's not an institution that I know well. I think about all of that, and I see if I can picture myself in the role. If I can, then I craft my cover letter, tweak my resume to best fit the job description - highlighting relevant skills - and fill out the online application. It takes time, it takes care and it takes thought.
By the time I'm done with all of that, I am, indeed, emotionally invested. Then I wait. Wait to hear nothing. Wait to hear "No, thank you, you don't have your Bachelors degree." Wait to hear that the position has already been filled. Wait to hear that I have an interview. Wait to hear that I'm "one of the top three candidates, but ..." Wait to hear that "it came down to you and one other, but ..." Wait and wonder. And try again.
When I first was laid off, I thought about going back to school and working on my degree. There wasn't much going on in the job market at that time, and it made sense to focus on finishing my education. Between that time and January, however, there seemed to be more activity in the job market, and I decided it made more sense to pursue getting a job instead of school. That was probably a mistake. I don't know how many positions I've applied for - I could check my records, but I think that would be too depressing - but I still don't have a job. And, I haven't knocked off any classes toward my degree.
I've been doing some freelance work, and I love that. It's just not enough to count on, not enough to pay the bills. I've had time to help with the Rochester Music Hall of Fame, and that is great, too. And, I've had time for me and for my family, which has been wonderful. But, eventually, I need to find a job.
I am currently emotionally invested in several positions. If I am not successful with any of them, then it will be time to make a decision. I have until September 1 to register for November classes. I think I'll continue plugging away at the job market while doing the prep work for returning to school. By September 1, I'll at least no longer be in limbo, and I will be investing in my future - one way or another.
yours in music (and job-hunting),
tracy
All of the positions that I've applied for have been ones that a) sound like a good fit for my skill set, b) sound like something I would enjoy and be successful at, and c) are at institutions for which I have a great deal of respect. I am not applying willy-nilly to any and all jobs out there; I'm choosing carefully and thoughtfully.
When I find that kind of a job description, I read and re-read it. I do a little organizational research if it's not an institution that I know well. I think about all of that, and I see if I can picture myself in the role. If I can, then I craft my cover letter, tweak my resume to best fit the job description - highlighting relevant skills - and fill out the online application. It takes time, it takes care and it takes thought.
By the time I'm done with all of that, I am, indeed, emotionally invested. Then I wait. Wait to hear nothing. Wait to hear "No, thank you, you don't have your Bachelors degree." Wait to hear that the position has already been filled. Wait to hear that I have an interview. Wait to hear that I'm "one of the top three candidates, but ..." Wait to hear that "it came down to you and one other, but ..." Wait and wonder. And try again.
When I first was laid off, I thought about going back to school and working on my degree. There wasn't much going on in the job market at that time, and it made sense to focus on finishing my education. Between that time and January, however, there seemed to be more activity in the job market, and I decided it made more sense to pursue getting a job instead of school. That was probably a mistake. I don't know how many positions I've applied for - I could check my records, but I think that would be too depressing - but I still don't have a job. And, I haven't knocked off any classes toward my degree.
I've been doing some freelance work, and I love that. It's just not enough to count on, not enough to pay the bills. I've had time to help with the Rochester Music Hall of Fame, and that is great, too. And, I've had time for me and for my family, which has been wonderful. But, eventually, I need to find a job.
I am currently emotionally invested in several positions. If I am not successful with any of them, then it will be time to make a decision. I have until September 1 to register for November classes. I think I'll continue plugging away at the job market while doing the prep work for returning to school. By September 1, I'll at least no longer be in limbo, and I will be investing in my future - one way or another.
yours in music (and job-hunting),
tracy
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Plateros
I stopped out to Ganondagan's Native American Dance and Music Festival in Victor yesterday. I was there to wander, but I also wanted to be sure to catch The Plateros. These three kids from the Navajo Nation in New Mexico are some very talented blues/rock musicians. They tore up the main stage with originals and well-done covers. I especially enjoyed a real slow blues tune they did, which I took phone video of, but my phone is old and does not do them justice. Check out their tunes on their MySpace page.
The group is comprised of Levi Platero on lead guitar and vocals, Douglas Platero on the drums, and Bronson Begay on bass. I can't imagine that these young men won't be hugely successful, not only on Native American music scene, but also in mainstream blues/rock. They've won awards and been recognized nationally. They've got energy, heart and talent.
Check them out today at 4:30 at Ganondagan. Get there early and try some food, walk the trails, check out the longhouse and see the beautiful art and native crafts. You won't be disappointed!
Yours in music,
tracy
The group is comprised of Levi Platero on lead guitar and vocals, Douglas Platero on the drums, and Bronson Begay on bass. I can't imagine that these young men won't be hugely successful, not only on Native American music scene, but also in mainstream blues/rock. They've won awards and been recognized nationally. They've got energy, heart and talent.
Check them out today at 4:30 at Ganondagan. Get there early and try some food, walk the trails, check out the longhouse and see the beautiful art and native crafts. You won't be disappointed!
Yours in music,
tracy
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Books and Records
Call me old-fashioned, I won't cry. I like books. I like to smell the paper and the ink. I like to feel the weight of the pages between my fingers. For the same reasons, I like magazines - real ones, not online 'zines - and newspapers. I love the smell of newsprint in the morning. It just isn't the same to read the morning news online.
The commercial for, I think, the Kindle cracks my daughter and me up. This guy is sitting on the beach with his Kindle, reading. What happens if he leaves his Kindle in his beach bag in the hot sun? What happens if he leaves it in his beach bag, goes into the water to swim, the tide rises, and his beachbag gets all wet? Or what if it's windy and sand gets in it? I know what happens to a book. The pages get endearingly crinkled, and sand gets stuck by the binding. And when you open that book again, months or years later, memories of that beach trip come flooding back. I can't imagine that the Kindle would fare as well.
I feel the same way about my music. I'd much rather buy a CD (what I still sometimes refer to as a record or album) versus downloading it via iTunes (or any other source). I like to fight with the shrinkwrap. I enjoy the frustration of trying to get that sticky "lock" off the top of the jewelbox. It's like getting a prize out of a treasure chest. This is why the songs I download onto my iPod are from music that I've uploaded (did I get those two verbs right, Caroline?) to my computer from actual CDs. I like owning a concrete thing versus owning the rights to have a song on my iPod. Some people actually still buy vinyl records and play them on a turntable! We used to call these record players. I think that is very cool.
I guess this all makes me a fossil. The way of the world is electronic. But I, for one, will not be buying a Kindle, Nook, or any other e-reader if I can possibly avoid it. And I will be buying albums for as long as the world will let me.
yours in music,
tracy
The commercial for, I think, the Kindle cracks my daughter and me up. This guy is sitting on the beach with his Kindle, reading. What happens if he leaves his Kindle in his beach bag in the hot sun? What happens if he leaves it in his beach bag, goes into the water to swim, the tide rises, and his beachbag gets all wet? Or what if it's windy and sand gets in it? I know what happens to a book. The pages get endearingly crinkled, and sand gets stuck by the binding. And when you open that book again, months or years later, memories of that beach trip come flooding back. I can't imagine that the Kindle would fare as well.
I feel the same way about my music. I'd much rather buy a CD (what I still sometimes refer to as a record or album) versus downloading it via iTunes (or any other source). I like to fight with the shrinkwrap. I enjoy the frustration of trying to get that sticky "lock" off the top of the jewelbox. It's like getting a prize out of a treasure chest. This is why the songs I download onto my iPod are from music that I've uploaded (did I get those two verbs right, Caroline?) to my computer from actual CDs. I like owning a concrete thing versus owning the rights to have a song on my iPod. Some people actually still buy vinyl records and play them on a turntable! We used to call these record players. I think that is very cool.
I guess this all makes me a fossil. The way of the world is electronic. But I, for one, will not be buying a Kindle, Nook, or any other e-reader if I can possibly avoid it. And I will be buying albums for as long as the world will let me.
yours in music,
tracy
Monday, July 12, 2010
Great Intentions
I had all sorts of great intentions to hear music this past weekend. And what a gorgeous weekend it was! The weather was perfect for the Corn Hill Festival, at which some of my favorite bands were playing - Teagan and the Tweeds, The Lawnmowers (who've been seeing some coverage in the D&C as of late), Tinted Image, The Coupes, Bob Henrie and the Goners, Steve Greene Trio, Gabe Condon, and Jimmy Richmond and friends.
I, alas, did not make it down there. Too much other stuff going on at home. I still have a chance to hear some music this week, though, and so do you. Tuesday night, at the Penfield Amphitheater, Bill Tiberio Band will be hitting the stage at 7:00 pm for a night of jazz. Then on Sunday, the 18th, BTB will be opening for Mindi Abair at the Glenora Jazz Greats Series, Part I, at 2:00 pm. In between the two BTB shows, Hot Sweets will be playing on Friday night at the Port of Pittsford Park (across the canal from Aladdin's) as part of Pittsford's Summer Music Series. They begin at 7:00 pm. I'm looking forward to it. Hot Sweets is a funky, soulful, danceable five-piece group that will make you want to get up on your feet and dance!
Hope to see you at some of these shows.
yours in music,
tracy
I, alas, did not make it down there. Too much other stuff going on at home. I still have a chance to hear some music this week, though, and so do you. Tuesday night, at the Penfield Amphitheater, Bill Tiberio Band will be hitting the stage at 7:00 pm for a night of jazz. Then on Sunday, the 18th, BTB will be opening for Mindi Abair at the Glenora Jazz Greats Series, Part I, at 2:00 pm. In between the two BTB shows, Hot Sweets will be playing on Friday night at the Port of Pittsford Park (across the canal from Aladdin's) as part of Pittsford's Summer Music Series. They begin at 7:00 pm. I'm looking forward to it. Hot Sweets is a funky, soulful, danceable five-piece group that will make you want to get up on your feet and dance!
Hope to see you at some of these shows.
yours in music,
tracy
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Whispering Pines and Marge's Lakeside
What do I like to do when it's 90 degrees in the evening? Well, I like to go to Parkside Whispering Pines miniature golf course - the oldest miniature golf course in the country - and then top off the evening with a drink on the beach at Marge's.
I have very fond memories of Whispering Pines (which may still have been called Tall Maples Miniature Golf Course at that time, I'm not sure) from my teenage years of going on there on dates and for an ice cream down at Seabreeze afterward. Those were simple times, yes? Anyway, I still love going there and playing miniature golf. No other mini golf place can compare. This is not Putt-Putt, it's not some "Disney-fied," commercialized version of miniature golf.
Designed in 1929 by Robert Ocorr, Whispering Pines was built and opened for business in 1930. This is the oldest surviving (and thriving) miniature golf course in the country. It is the old-fashioned, real deal - it has the windmill, two-tiered holes, mysterious pipes which make where the ball ends up rather unpredictable. It's amazing to think that before my parents were born, people were playing on the same course where I've taken my kids and still go myself.
Based on the fact that Marge's Lakeside Inn is celebrating their 50th anniversary this year, it's another establishment that's been around longer than I have! I only found it a few years ago, but I do enjoy sitting on the sandy beach right by the water listening to the waves and enjoying a drink. You don't even realize you're in Rochester when you're sitting there. You can pretend you're on vacation. I would definitely recommend spending a warm, moonlit night on the beach there. If it's earlier in the week, it's less crowded, and could even be considered romantic. Fridays and Saturdays, and definitely this past Fourth of July weekend, were pretty packed.
The atmosphere inside at Marge's is pretty "Gilligan's Island," but that's okay. It makes the transition from being in the parking lot at Seabreeze to being on the beach all the more fun.
yours in music (and mini golf),
Tracy
I have very fond memories of Whispering Pines (which may still have been called Tall Maples Miniature Golf Course at that time, I'm not sure) from my teenage years of going on there on dates and for an ice cream down at Seabreeze afterward. Those were simple times, yes? Anyway, I still love going there and playing miniature golf. No other mini golf place can compare. This is not Putt-Putt, it's not some "Disney-fied," commercialized version of miniature golf.
Designed in 1929 by Robert Ocorr, Whispering Pines was built and opened for business in 1930. This is the oldest surviving (and thriving) miniature golf course in the country. It is the old-fashioned, real deal - it has the windmill, two-tiered holes, mysterious pipes which make where the ball ends up rather unpredictable. It's amazing to think that before my parents were born, people were playing on the same course where I've taken my kids and still go myself.
Based on the fact that Marge's Lakeside Inn is celebrating their 50th anniversary this year, it's another establishment that's been around longer than I have! I only found it a few years ago, but I do enjoy sitting on the sandy beach right by the water listening to the waves and enjoying a drink. You don't even realize you're in Rochester when you're sitting there. You can pretend you're on vacation. I would definitely recommend spending a warm, moonlit night on the beach there. If it's earlier in the week, it's less crowded, and could even be considered romantic. Fridays and Saturdays, and definitely this past Fourth of July weekend, were pretty packed.
The atmosphere inside at Marge's is pretty "Gilligan's Island," but that's okay. It makes the transition from being in the parking lot at Seabreeze to being on the beach all the more fun.
yours in music (and mini golf),
Tracy
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fourth of July at Tony D's!
I love fireworks, and I love Tony D's; what a perfect combination for the Fourth!
We enjoyed a great Fourth of July evening in the city of Rochester! Tony D's, for those of you who don't know, is a gourmet pizza and pasta (and oh-so-much-more) place in Corn Hill Landing. Their location on the water is just perfect, the service is good, and Jay's food is awesome. Met the owner, Tony, last night - very busy, very nice guy. Karen, the manager, always treats us as though she remembers us as special friends. Very, very nice. Try the Sunday Sauce (on Sundays, of course) or any of the pizzas, and you're sure to be pleased.
Last night, I tried the greens and beans because I want to figure out how to make mine like Jay does. They were excellent, and I have some ideas on how to improve mine! We had the white pizza, the special clams cooked in a beer broth with sausage, Sunday Sauce, lemon cream cake and lemon ice. Oh, and a Caesar salad.
Tony D's was slammed last night. The food was the usual high quality, and the service was efficient. This is something that many restaurants can't do on a regular night, let alone a night when there are double, maybe triple or more customers than usual.
We sat on the patio before dinner enjoying a beautiful breeze, ate dinner inside, and then went back out in time to watch the fireworks. What a view! The evening breeze kept us comfortable, there were no bugs, and our view of the fireworks was completely unobstructed. I highly recommend Tony D's any time, but I have to say it made the Fourth of July even more special than usual.
The City didn't seem to skimp on the fireworks in this year of budget cuts. There were still plenty of big booms, the whistlers, the sizzlers, lots of colors and designs. I thought it was a beautiful show. It filled my heart with happiness.
yours in music,
tracy
We enjoyed a great Fourth of July evening in the city of Rochester! Tony D's, for those of you who don't know, is a gourmet pizza and pasta (and oh-so-much-more) place in Corn Hill Landing. Their location on the water is just perfect, the service is good, and Jay's food is awesome. Met the owner, Tony, last night - very busy, very nice guy. Karen, the manager, always treats us as though she remembers us as special friends. Very, very nice. Try the Sunday Sauce (on Sundays, of course) or any of the pizzas, and you're sure to be pleased.
Last night, I tried the greens and beans because I want to figure out how to make mine like Jay does. They were excellent, and I have some ideas on how to improve mine! We had the white pizza, the special clams cooked in a beer broth with sausage, Sunday Sauce, lemon cream cake and lemon ice. Oh, and a Caesar salad.
Tony D's was slammed last night. The food was the usual high quality, and the service was efficient. This is something that many restaurants can't do on a regular night, let alone a night when there are double, maybe triple or more customers than usual.
We sat on the patio before dinner enjoying a beautiful breeze, ate dinner inside, and then went back out in time to watch the fireworks. What a view! The evening breeze kept us comfortable, there were no bugs, and our view of the fireworks was completely unobstructed. I highly recommend Tony D's any time, but I have to say it made the Fourth of July even more special than usual.
The City didn't seem to skimp on the fireworks in this year of budget cuts. There were still plenty of big booms, the whistlers, the sizzlers, lots of colors and designs. I thought it was a beautiful show. It filled my heart with happiness.
yours in music,
tracy
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Bloggist
My daughter and I visited Charlotte Beach one fine day not too long ago, and as I was laying there soaking up the sun, I started telling her something about my friend, Greg Bell, being a "bloggist." "Blogger," she said, rather authoritatively. That caused me to lay there and think. Hard.
Why are you a blogger, and not a bloggist? You're an artist, not an arter, right? You're a flutist, a cellist, a guitarist, a pianist, a saxophonist, a harpist, a violinist, a trombonist . . . but, you're a drummer, not a drummist; though, a drummer IS a percussionist, right? You're a tuber, not a tubist. No. Wait. You're just a tuba player, I guess.
You're an actor, not an actist. Though, many of today's actors are activists. You're a doctor, not a doctist, but you're a specialist, a generalist, an internist, dermatologist, a psychiatrist and a hospitalist. You're a surgeon, though, not a surgist OR a surger. You're a typist, not a typer; pharmacist, not a pharmer; a farmer, not a farmist; a physicist, not a physicer.
Let's see, what have I forgotten? Acupuncturist, anesthetist, archaeologist, balloonist, biologist, chemist, cosmetologist, cyclist, ecologist, evangelist, flavorist and the list goes on.
Columnist! There's an ist for you. However, it's author, editor, reporter, reviewer, and writer; not authist, editist, reportist, reviewist and writist. So, until such time as bloggist becomes a real word, I guess I will have to use blogger. Like my daughter said.
yours in music (and words),
Tracy
Why are you a blogger, and not a bloggist? You're an artist, not an arter, right? You're a flutist, a cellist, a guitarist, a pianist, a saxophonist, a harpist, a violinist, a trombonist . . . but, you're a drummer, not a drummist; though, a drummer IS a percussionist, right? You're a tuber, not a tubist. No. Wait. You're just a tuba player, I guess.
You're an actor, not an actist. Though, many of today's actors are activists. You're a doctor, not a doctist, but you're a specialist, a generalist, an internist, dermatologist, a psychiatrist and a hospitalist. You're a surgeon, though, not a surgist OR a surger. You're a typist, not a typer; pharmacist, not a pharmer; a farmer, not a farmist; a physicist, not a physicer.
Let's see, what have I forgotten? Acupuncturist, anesthetist, archaeologist, balloonist, biologist, chemist, cosmetologist, cyclist, ecologist, evangelist, flavorist and the list goes on.
Columnist! There's an ist for you. However, it's author, editor, reporter, reviewer, and writer; not authist, editist, reportist, reviewist and writist. So, until such time as bloggist becomes a real word, I guess I will have to use blogger. Like my daughter said.
yours in music (and words),
Tracy
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
2010 XRIJF - Finale!
Well, it's about time for me to sit down and write up my adventures from the last day of the ninth edition of the Xerox Rochester International Jazz Festival!
My daughter and I started out by grabbing a quick bite to eat on Jazz Street - a hot dog for her and a Santa Fe Chicken Wrap for me. This was my fourth of the Jazz Fest. They seemed the least bad for me of all the "street meat" that was there to be had.
We finished up and tried to find a place to see one of my favorite local bands, The Lawnmowers, who were supposed to appear on the Jazz Street stage at 6:30. Lots of people wanted to see The Lawnmowers; there was no place to sit and hardly anywhere to stand where you could see. I had a great view of a tree. They were late starting due to some sound problems. We stayed for a few songs but then had to head down East to see Tinted Image at the East and Alexander stage.
The last (and, also, first) time I saw Tinted Image was at The Keg - an intimate venue to say the least. They were a trio that night, and were somewhat subdued. But they sounded great then. This show was on a big stage outdoors; I wondered if they would sound as good. They did. This show was all five pieces, and I was impressed. I like their sound very much. I would be surprised if this band wasn't able to take it to the next level - success-wise. Though, there are many excellent bands in this city, and some that are world class, and they just don't get that lucky break. I wish Tinted Image luck.
After we'd been there for a while, I had gotten tired of being hot, gotten tired of standing, and had gotten especially tired of having people blow their smoke in my face. So we hit the road. I was tempted to call it a night, call it a wrap. But Joe wanted to come down after working late, so I took my daughter home, and then Joe and I headed back downtown.
We walked into the Big Tent to hear Bryan Lee and the Blues Power Band. They were good, but, to be honest, they were nothing special. They were a blues band, like the kind that plays at the Dinosaur on a nightly basis. You could definitely dance to them if you were so inclined. No offense to Bryan Lee, but there are certainly a number of local bands of equal or higher musicianship that could have been playing in the Big Tent that night.
We left there and headed down Jazz Street over to the East and Chestnut stage where we listened for a while to Marc Broussard. I'd never heard of him before that night, but judging from the fact that many women were swaying and singing along to the words, many others had. He had a nice, romantic sound - music you would put on in the background for a night of seducing your special someone. He looked kind of cute, too, which might explain all the swaying ladies.
We headed over to the Montage for our last club show of this edition of the Jazz Fest - Ibrahim Electric. FUN!! We were at their second show of the night, and it was apparent that they were enjoying themselves. It was their first time in America, but they said that they were feeling "at home." They wanted to do a different set for the 10:00 crowd since there were many repeat attendees; this was not always the case with other artists - many did exactly the same performances. Anyway, the band said they were going to go out on a limb and do more debuts in this set. They did one that they entitled, "Rochester Suite." It was good. And the guitarist, and seeming band leader, Niclas Knudsen, did his "robot guitar dance." This was special. Actually, it was quite fun! It was a great way to end the festival on a night when we really didn't know whom to see.
So, Joe asked me how many shows I saw, and, after thinking about it, I realized that this has been a record for me. I saw at least part of each of 21 acts. And of those 21, I saw the entire shows of 14. This does not include the Eastman shows - John Pizzarelli and Jeff Beck. I am very happy with that. I could have seen more given the right circumstances, but I have no regrets. I chose thoughtfully. This has been my best XRIJF experience ever. I'm a little whipped, and I need some recovery time, but next year seems such a long time away!
There is still lots of music to be had in this great music city - tons of great local bands. We can get our fill of live music, and we should get out and support these bands the way we support the Jazz Fest. Come on, people of Rochester! Get off your butts and come out and support our live music scene. I will be there. You be there, too!
yours in music,
tracy
My daughter and I started out by grabbing a quick bite to eat on Jazz Street - a hot dog for her and a Santa Fe Chicken Wrap for me. This was my fourth of the Jazz Fest. They seemed the least bad for me of all the "street meat" that was there to be had.
We finished up and tried to find a place to see one of my favorite local bands, The Lawnmowers, who were supposed to appear on the Jazz Street stage at 6:30. Lots of people wanted to see The Lawnmowers; there was no place to sit and hardly anywhere to stand where you could see. I had a great view of a tree. They were late starting due to some sound problems. We stayed for a few songs but then had to head down East to see Tinted Image at the East and Alexander stage.
The last (and, also, first) time I saw Tinted Image was at The Keg - an intimate venue to say the least. They were a trio that night, and were somewhat subdued. But they sounded great then. This show was on a big stage outdoors; I wondered if they would sound as good. They did. This show was all five pieces, and I was impressed. I like their sound very much. I would be surprised if this band wasn't able to take it to the next level - success-wise. Though, there are many excellent bands in this city, and some that are world class, and they just don't get that lucky break. I wish Tinted Image luck.
After we'd been there for a while, I had gotten tired of being hot, gotten tired of standing, and had gotten especially tired of having people blow their smoke in my face. So we hit the road. I was tempted to call it a night, call it a wrap. But Joe wanted to come down after working late, so I took my daughter home, and then Joe and I headed back downtown.
We walked into the Big Tent to hear Bryan Lee and the Blues Power Band. They were good, but, to be honest, they were nothing special. They were a blues band, like the kind that plays at the Dinosaur on a nightly basis. You could definitely dance to them if you were so inclined. No offense to Bryan Lee, but there are certainly a number of local bands of equal or higher musicianship that could have been playing in the Big Tent that night.
We left there and headed down Jazz Street over to the East and Chestnut stage where we listened for a while to Marc Broussard. I'd never heard of him before that night, but judging from the fact that many women were swaying and singing along to the words, many others had. He had a nice, romantic sound - music you would put on in the background for a night of seducing your special someone. He looked kind of cute, too, which might explain all the swaying ladies.
We headed over to the Montage for our last club show of this edition of the Jazz Fest - Ibrahim Electric. FUN!! We were at their second show of the night, and it was apparent that they were enjoying themselves. It was their first time in America, but they said that they were feeling "at home." They wanted to do a different set for the 10:00 crowd since there were many repeat attendees; this was not always the case with other artists - many did exactly the same performances. Anyway, the band said they were going to go out on a limb and do more debuts in this set. They did one that they entitled, "Rochester Suite." It was good. And the guitarist, and seeming band leader, Niclas Knudsen, did his "robot guitar dance." This was special. Actually, it was quite fun! It was a great way to end the festival on a night when we really didn't know whom to see.
So, Joe asked me how many shows I saw, and, after thinking about it, I realized that this has been a record for me. I saw at least part of each of 21 acts. And of those 21, I saw the entire shows of 14. This does not include the Eastman shows - John Pizzarelli and Jeff Beck. I am very happy with that. I could have seen more given the right circumstances, but I have no regrets. I chose thoughtfully. This has been my best XRIJF experience ever. I'm a little whipped, and I need some recovery time, but next year seems such a long time away!
There is still lots of music to be had in this great music city - tons of great local bands. We can get our fill of live music, and we should get out and support these bands the way we support the Jazz Fest. Come on, people of Rochester! Get off your butts and come out and support our live music scene. I will be there. You be there, too!
yours in music,
tracy
Saturday, June 19, 2010
2010 XRIJF - Day 8 - Nils Landgren and Jeff Beck
I started out the evening being way too late on the scene to get into the 6:00 pm Jane Monheit show. The person working at the door of Kilbourn told me the room was SRO and closed. I wondered if the people still waiting in the alley had any idea they were waiting for nothing. Unless they were planning on standing there until the 10:00 show . . . That's one that I'm really sorry I missed, but I heard that she does come to town every once in a while. I'll have to catch her next time.
So I ended up loitering over near Max of Eastman Place scanning the show listings for what to do while I waited for Joe. As I was standing there, an former neighbor/friend showed up with his pals, Skip, Paul and Phyllis. We headed into Max's for the 6:00 pm show - Brazilian singer Joyce Silveira Moreno. Said a quick hello to Kevin Hart in the bar and a quick goodbye to Rich Russell on my way out about 6:30. Since we were in the bar, we couldn't really hear too well, but what I did hear sounded like enjoyable dinner music. The group sitting and listening to her seemed entranced.
We wandered out of there and down to the East Avenue and Chestnut stage for the 7:00 show of Nils Landgren's Funk Unit. I had heard a couple of their tunes last night, and they were fun and funky. So, I was looking forward to seeing them again. They were introduced, they came onto the stage, said hello, and the sound for the keyboards was messed up. So, after dilly-dallying for a moment, they left the stage to wait while things got fixed. It was taking a while, and Nils Landgren came back out and entertained us solo with his red trombone. First he played the whole trombone, then he took off the bell, and played what was left. Then he played just the slide piece, then the mouth piece and then just made noise with his mouth. It was all surprisingly good, and it took up just enough time to get the keyboard amplification problem solved.
Then, the Unit, as a whole, took the stage and funked out! The crowd was dancing from the first note. Joe arrived on the scene, and he thought the group was really good. The crowd obviously loved the funky vibe - our very own PTF should be playing out more - people want this stuff. It's a feel-good dance groove that makes people happy.
We had to leave to grab iced tea and a "health" cookie at Java's on our way to see Jeff Beck's 8:00 show at the Eastman. We cut it so close that I needed to find the ladies room as soon as we'd been seated, and by the time I came back, Jeff Beck was into his first tune. Knowing nothing about Jeff Beck, I was expecting a sort of Pat Metheny meets Allan Holdsworth kind of thing, not the rock concert that this show was.
Jeff Beck is such a huge talent, Narada Michael Walden (drums) was killing, Jason Rebello (keys) was excellent, but I was totally blown away by Rhonda Smith, the bassist. Now you know I love my Victor Wooten, and I saw the SMV Thunder Tour last year (Stanley Clarke, Marcus Miller and Victor), which was absolutely phenomenal and one of my favorite shows of all time. But I've got to tell you, Rhonda Smith could hold her own with those guys - technically and soulfully - and she does it in stilettos. And, guys, I've got to tell you, that says a lot. She was an awesome player, she had a great singing voice, she could totally rock out, and she was wearing killer shoes. She's my hero.
After that, we wandered about a little bit on Jazz Street, caught a few tunes by Djabe, ran into my new friend - photographer, musician, music scholar and more, Gerry Szymanski, then ran into my jazz blogger friend, Greg Bell, got ice cream and then headed for home on a funky, rocked-out vibe.
Looking forward to The Lawnmowers and Tinted Image tonight - both free shows by excellent local musicians. I might try to catch Ibrahim Electric at the Montage depending on weather and other factors. If my daughter comes down, we'll see Smashmouth after the other two free shows.
Enjoy the last night of the 2010 Xerox Rochester International Jazz Festival - the best yet, IMHO.
yours in music,
Tracy
So I ended up loitering over near Max of Eastman Place scanning the show listings for what to do while I waited for Joe. As I was standing there, an former neighbor/friend showed up with his pals, Skip, Paul and Phyllis. We headed into Max's for the 6:00 pm show - Brazilian singer Joyce Silveira Moreno. Said a quick hello to Kevin Hart in the bar and a quick goodbye to Rich Russell on my way out about 6:30. Since we were in the bar, we couldn't really hear too well, but what I did hear sounded like enjoyable dinner music. The group sitting and listening to her seemed entranced.
We wandered out of there and down to the East Avenue and Chestnut stage for the 7:00 show of Nils Landgren's Funk Unit. I had heard a couple of their tunes last night, and they were fun and funky. So, I was looking forward to seeing them again. They were introduced, they came onto the stage, said hello, and the sound for the keyboards was messed up. So, after dilly-dallying for a moment, they left the stage to wait while things got fixed. It was taking a while, and Nils Landgren came back out and entertained us solo with his red trombone. First he played the whole trombone, then he took off the bell, and played what was left. Then he played just the slide piece, then the mouth piece and then just made noise with his mouth. It was all surprisingly good, and it took up just enough time to get the keyboard amplification problem solved.
Then, the Unit, as a whole, took the stage and funked out! The crowd was dancing from the first note. Joe arrived on the scene, and he thought the group was really good. The crowd obviously loved the funky vibe - our very own PTF should be playing out more - people want this stuff. It's a feel-good dance groove that makes people happy.
We had to leave to grab iced tea and a "health" cookie at Java's on our way to see Jeff Beck's 8:00 show at the Eastman. We cut it so close that I needed to find the ladies room as soon as we'd been seated, and by the time I came back, Jeff Beck was into his first tune. Knowing nothing about Jeff Beck, I was expecting a sort of Pat Metheny meets Allan Holdsworth kind of thing, not the rock concert that this show was.
Jeff Beck is such a huge talent, Narada Michael Walden (drums) was killing, Jason Rebello (keys) was excellent, but I was totally blown away by Rhonda Smith, the bassist. Now you know I love my Victor Wooten, and I saw the SMV Thunder Tour last year (Stanley Clarke, Marcus Miller and Victor), which was absolutely phenomenal and one of my favorite shows of all time. But I've got to tell you, Rhonda Smith could hold her own with those guys - technically and soulfully - and she does it in stilettos. And, guys, I've got to tell you, that says a lot. She was an awesome player, she had a great singing voice, she could totally rock out, and she was wearing killer shoes. She's my hero.
After that, we wandered about a little bit on Jazz Street, caught a few tunes by Djabe, ran into my new friend - photographer, musician, music scholar and more, Gerry Szymanski, then ran into my jazz blogger friend, Greg Bell, got ice cream and then headed for home on a funky, rocked-out vibe.
Looking forward to The Lawnmowers and Tinted Image tonight - both free shows by excellent local musicians. I might try to catch Ibrahim Electric at the Montage depending on weather and other factors. If my daughter comes down, we'll see Smashmouth after the other two free shows.
Enjoy the last night of the 2010 Xerox Rochester International Jazz Festival - the best yet, IMHO.
yours in music,
Tracy
Thursday, June 17, 2010
My XRIJF 2010 Highlight - I got kissed by Joe Locke!!
Yes, I did. I am now a very big fan. And it's not just because of the kiss, though that was very nice. It's because he plays his music with the whole of his being - heart, mind, soul and body. You can see and hear the passion with which he plays and with which he composes.
His choice of accompanying musicians - Geoffrey Keezer, Clarence Penn and Reuben Rogers - was perfect. Each complemented the other. His choice of a vocalist, Kenny Washington, was obviously very thoughtful, as well.
I loved how he took the time to tell us stories of the how and why of each song. He opened up his heart to the audience, and it really was a beautiful thing. Each tune was better than the one before, and then he got to Verrazano Moon. He told the story of how that song came to be - a dedication to his dear friend who had died - and the reason for the song, along with the beautiful words, brought me to tears. And me with no kleenex.
It was a completely packed house. I sat behind the D&C's Anna Reguero, who was blogging and tweeting about the show, and next to my Rochester Music Hall of Fame colleague, Kathy Palokoff. And, of course, Joe Chiappone.
The set included many ballads, which I love. Kenny Washington sang and scatted and sang some more. He has a real nice, soulful voice. There were some very uptempo, high energy tunes, too, including the one which closed the set. (Joe Locke must burn a zillion calories each show.) Then he and the pianist came back for the encore. After that, Joe came out into the lobby of Kilbourn to sign CDs.
Which brings me to the kiss.
So, Joe (Chiappone) bought a CD for us, and we waited in line to have it signed. Joe Locke talked with each person as if he knew them. Surely, there were some he did know - he's a hometown boy, after all. But it just seems like it is his way to make each person feel like a friend. When we got up to him, he complimented my funky coat. We chatted a bit about my coat, his shirt, and Andy Calabrese and Steve Curry - with whom he has played. He signed the CD, and I asked him to sign my pass as well. Then, for some reason as we said our goodbyes, we hugged and he kissed my cheek! I think I might have floated out of Kilbourn.
Although I am looking forward to seeing as much as possible the last two days of the 2010 XRIJF, I don't think anything can top that!
yours in music,
tracy
His choice of accompanying musicians - Geoffrey Keezer, Clarence Penn and Reuben Rogers - was perfect. Each complemented the other. His choice of a vocalist, Kenny Washington, was obviously very thoughtful, as well.
I loved how he took the time to tell us stories of the how and why of each song. He opened up his heart to the audience, and it really was a beautiful thing. Each tune was better than the one before, and then he got to Verrazano Moon. He told the story of how that song came to be - a dedication to his dear friend who had died - and the reason for the song, along with the beautiful words, brought me to tears. And me with no kleenex.
It was a completely packed house. I sat behind the D&C's Anna Reguero, who was blogging and tweeting about the show, and next to my Rochester Music Hall of Fame colleague, Kathy Palokoff. And, of course, Joe Chiappone.
The set included many ballads, which I love. Kenny Washington sang and scatted and sang some more. He has a real nice, soulful voice. There were some very uptempo, high energy tunes, too, including the one which closed the set. (Joe Locke must burn a zillion calories each show.) Then he and the pianist came back for the encore. After that, Joe came out into the lobby of Kilbourn to sign CDs.
Which brings me to the kiss.
So, Joe (Chiappone) bought a CD for us, and we waited in line to have it signed. Joe Locke talked with each person as if he knew them. Surely, there were some he did know - he's a hometown boy, after all. But it just seems like it is his way to make each person feel like a friend. When we got up to him, he complimented my funky coat. We chatted a bit about my coat, his shirt, and Andy Calabrese and Steve Curry - with whom he has played. He signed the CD, and I asked him to sign my pass as well. Then, for some reason as we said our goodbyes, we hugged and he kissed my cheek! I think I might have floated out of Kilbourn.
Although I am looking forward to seeing as much as possible the last two days of the 2010 XRIJF, I don't think anything can top that!
yours in music,
tracy
Wednesday Night at 2010 XRIJF
A lovely night at XRIJF! I began the night at the 6:00 pm show at the Club Pass Tent. It was the Bill Tiberio Band - Bill Tiberio, Scott Bradley, Joe Chiappone, Phil Lake and Geoff Smith. The guys were hot, hot, hot! Everything sounded great, from the Scott Bradley originals to covers of a Stevie Wonder tune and Watchin' the River Flow. Everyone was ON! The tent was packed! They had a great crowd - old friends and new fans. And not only did they sound great, they looked like they were having fun - and that makes for an awesome vibe.
Next up was John Pizzarelli along with the Woody Herman Orchestra. Wow! All I can say is, I'm pretty sure I was born in the wrong era. Loved the big band music, loved the Ellington, Sinatra. All the musicians were top-notch, and Joe noticed that one of the sax players was an old professor of his from Miami. Gary Lindsay, also a member of Miami Sax Quartet, was one of Joe's mentors when he was in music school in Miami.
I loved John Pizzarelli's choice of songs, and he had a great voice for them; he is a talented musician - really can play the guitar. The orchestra was excellent, and it was totally fun. As far as I'm concerned, they could have played another hour, and I wouldn't have been tired of it. My only complaint was that John's vocals could have been louder. Quite often, he was drowned out by the orchestra.
As much as I loved the big band sound, I would love to see him again with just his pianist, his drummer, and his brother, the bass player, in a smaller venue. In fact, just John and his guitar would be awesome.
Wishing I could be in two places at once tonight, and doubting that I'll get down to the scene in time to see both, my choices for tonight would be Joe Locke and Nils Landgren Funk Unit. I'd also like to see Get the Blessing.
This iteration of XRIJF has seen me picking and choosing very carefully as my time has been more limited than I'd expected. In the past, I've almost felt an obligation to see as much as possible, and it very much began to feel like a job. That has not been my feeling this time. That's due, in part, to the great stuff I saw early on that made it feel like whatever else I saw was just gravy.
Serve me up that gravy.
yours in music,
tracy
Next up was John Pizzarelli along with the Woody Herman Orchestra. Wow! All I can say is, I'm pretty sure I was born in the wrong era. Loved the big band music, loved the Ellington, Sinatra. All the musicians were top-notch, and Joe noticed that one of the sax players was an old professor of his from Miami. Gary Lindsay, also a member of Miami Sax Quartet, was one of Joe's mentors when he was in music school in Miami.
I loved John Pizzarelli's choice of songs, and he had a great voice for them; he is a talented musician - really can play the guitar. The orchestra was excellent, and it was totally fun. As far as I'm concerned, they could have played another hour, and I wouldn't have been tired of it. My only complaint was that John's vocals could have been louder. Quite often, he was drowned out by the orchestra.
As much as I loved the big band sound, I would love to see him again with just his pianist, his drummer, and his brother, the bass player, in a smaller venue. In fact, just John and his guitar would be awesome.
Wishing I could be in two places at once tonight, and doubting that I'll get down to the scene in time to see both, my choices for tonight would be Joe Locke and Nils Landgren Funk Unit. I'd also like to see Get the Blessing.
This iteration of XRIJF has seen me picking and choosing very carefully as my time has been more limited than I'd expected. In the past, I've almost felt an obligation to see as much as possible, and it very much began to feel like a job. That has not been my feeling this time. That's due, in part, to the great stuff I saw early on that made it feel like whatever else I saw was just gravy.
Serve me up that gravy.
yours in music,
tracy
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Day 5 - Russell Malone at the Kilbourn
Well, my lovely daughter and I arrived on the scene about 5:00pm only to find the line for Russell Malone down the alleyway and onto the street behind the Kilbourn all the way to the back door of the Rochester Club. I almost gave up, thinking that we wouldn't get in. But folks in front of me were optimistic - their experience on previous nights led me to believe we would make it through the doors. And, voila, we did. We had nosebleed seats, but that was okay.
Russell Malone performed contemporary, original tunes - my favorite being Flirt - alongside some standard ballads. Everything was great. Always a melody, but his own spin on everything. The members of his band were excellent as well. I'm looking at his website as the band members were not listed in the program. This is wrong, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, the amazing drummer was Johnathan Blake. And he was ... AMAZING.
The concert was over exactly an hour after it started, and based on what Russell said before the last tune, we knew there was not going to be an encore. But we definitely got a full hour of delightful music, for sure. He was engaging with the audience - had great stage presence - and his talent, and that of his band, was not to be denied. I would love to see him again for more than an hour. I'm trying not to make this concert sound as good as it was since Joe missed it. But Russell Malone was damn good.
As we were finding our way out of the building, my daughter chose a bathroom with a line. As she waited, she saw the band coming out of a room next door to the bathroom. I positioned myself strategically, and as the band members were being led out of the "green room?" to go out to dinner, I ambushed both the drummer and Russell for autographs. They most graciously signed our Club Passes and chit-chatted a bit with us.
My daughter and I left to go get something to eat. We were going to go down to Veneto, but stopped at the Sagamore Grill instead. We got in, got seated and placed our orders. After that, I decided it was my time to find the Ladies' Room. Just as I got settled in there, the fire alarm went off - flashing lights and honking siren and all. Had my daughter not been out there, I would have stayed in the bathroom and finished what I had intended to do; however, with her out there in some possible danger, I fled out the door. As I came into the restaurant, she was evacuating with the rest of the patrons. We all stood around outside for a few minutes, and then when it was determined there was no danger, we were let back in. Our salad awaited. It was good. Simple, but good. Then Caroline's tuna steak arrived in all its rare glory. She said it was perfect. It was accompanied by a fabulous orzo salad. My burger was cooked exactly to my specifications - well done to over-cooked. Just like I ordered it; I don't like raw! The fries were so good that they should be illegal. Seriously. Could. Not. Stop. The owner/manager gave us a drink on the house for the inconvenience of the "fire." The food was really good. Can't wait to go back and take Joe.
Ran into my good friend and jazz bloggist (??), Greg Bell. It's always good to see him at anything. Had the chance to chat with one of Joe's good friends and colleagues - John Nau. Met a new friend in the line. That is the one cool thing about all this standing in lines. Sometimes you meet some really awesome people.
Tomorrow night - 6:00 pm at the Club Pass Tent - Bill Tiberio Band, which includes Joe Chiappone, Geoff Smith, Scott Bradley and Phil Lake. Be there.
yours in music,
Tracy
Russell Malone performed contemporary, original tunes - my favorite being Flirt - alongside some standard ballads. Everything was great. Always a melody, but his own spin on everything. The members of his band were excellent as well. I'm looking at his website as the band members were not listed in the program. This is wrong, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, the amazing drummer was Johnathan Blake. And he was ... AMAZING.
The concert was over exactly an hour after it started, and based on what Russell said before the last tune, we knew there was not going to be an encore. But we definitely got a full hour of delightful music, for sure. He was engaging with the audience - had great stage presence - and his talent, and that of his band, was not to be denied. I would love to see him again for more than an hour. I'm trying not to make this concert sound as good as it was since Joe missed it. But Russell Malone was damn good.
As we were finding our way out of the building, my daughter chose a bathroom with a line. As she waited, she saw the band coming out of a room next door to the bathroom. I positioned myself strategically, and as the band members were being led out of the "green room?" to go out to dinner, I ambushed both the drummer and Russell for autographs. They most graciously signed our Club Passes and chit-chatted a bit with us.
My daughter and I left to go get something to eat. We were going to go down to Veneto, but stopped at the Sagamore Grill instead. We got in, got seated and placed our orders. After that, I decided it was my time to find the Ladies' Room. Just as I got settled in there, the fire alarm went off - flashing lights and honking siren and all. Had my daughter not been out there, I would have stayed in the bathroom and finished what I had intended to do; however, with her out there in some possible danger, I fled out the door. As I came into the restaurant, she was evacuating with the rest of the patrons. We all stood around outside for a few minutes, and then when it was determined there was no danger, we were let back in. Our salad awaited. It was good. Simple, but good. Then Caroline's tuna steak arrived in all its rare glory. She said it was perfect. It was accompanied by a fabulous orzo salad. My burger was cooked exactly to my specifications - well done to over-cooked. Just like I ordered it; I don't like raw! The fries were so good that they should be illegal. Seriously. Could. Not. Stop. The owner/manager gave us a drink on the house for the inconvenience of the "fire." The food was really good. Can't wait to go back and take Joe.
Ran into my good friend and jazz bloggist (??), Greg Bell. It's always good to see him at anything. Had the chance to chat with one of Joe's good friends and colleagues - John Nau. Met a new friend in the line. That is the one cool thing about all this standing in lines. Sometimes you meet some really awesome people.
Tomorrow night - 6:00 pm at the Club Pass Tent - Bill Tiberio Band, which includes Joe Chiappone, Geoff Smith, Scott Bradley and Phil Lake. Be there.
yours in music,
Tracy
Monday, June 14, 2010
Stanley Jordan Made Me Cry ...
but only in the best way.
So, on Day 4 of the Jazz Fest, because of time constraints, the only show I could see was Stanley Jordan's 7:15 Harro East show. Well, if I could only see one show, that was the one to see! This man is an incredible talent. A solo show, just Stanley and his guitar (and his piano), tonight's music ranged from a Mozart piece to his improvisation of a Bela Bartok concerto to Stairway to Heaven.
The Mozart piece was where the tears began, but I was able to hold it together. Although I wanted to see his hands moving on the guitar strings, it was so beautiful to just close my eyes and be transported to a place of peace and beauty. And it kept the tears where they belonged! His improv on the Bela Bartok concerto took him to the piano. With the guitar still strapped to him, he started with both hands on the piano, then one hand on the guitar for the lower notes and one on the piano for the higher notes. At the same time. And he switched. It was amazing. What was cool about it, was that it wasn't some kind of showy trick; it was like musical genius. At least to me. And, I think it was to everyone in the packed Harro East because he got his first standing ovation after that. Well deserved, I'd say.
There's nothing I can say about his version of Stairway to Heaven except that it was so well done and very, very cool. Once again, a standing ovation after that which brought him back out on stage for an encore. That was Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and that was when the tears were unstoppable. So beautiful, so different, so excellent.
I managed to wipe my face and get myself together enough for the "meet and greet" in the lobby where he most graciously signed my Club Pass.
yours in music,
Tracy
And now, an addendum to my post on Mose Allison. Everyone who has mentioned that particular show has expressed disappointment, but also surprise. It is obvious that he was much more of a talent when he was younger. The man is 82, and he is still touring around the country. I feel kind of bad that I was so negative about his show when, clearly, I do not have 1/100th of his abilities.
So, on Day 4 of the Jazz Fest, because of time constraints, the only show I could see was Stanley Jordan's 7:15 Harro East show. Well, if I could only see one show, that was the one to see! This man is an incredible talent. A solo show, just Stanley and his guitar (and his piano), tonight's music ranged from a Mozart piece to his improvisation of a Bela Bartok concerto to Stairway to Heaven.
The Mozart piece was where the tears began, but I was able to hold it together. Although I wanted to see his hands moving on the guitar strings, it was so beautiful to just close my eyes and be transported to a place of peace and beauty. And it kept the tears where they belonged! His improv on the Bela Bartok concerto took him to the piano. With the guitar still strapped to him, he started with both hands on the piano, then one hand on the guitar for the lower notes and one on the piano for the higher notes. At the same time. And he switched. It was amazing. What was cool about it, was that it wasn't some kind of showy trick; it was like musical genius. At least to me. And, I think it was to everyone in the packed Harro East because he got his first standing ovation after that. Well deserved, I'd say.
There's nothing I can say about his version of Stairway to Heaven except that it was so well done and very, very cool. Once again, a standing ovation after that which brought him back out on stage for an encore. That was Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and that was when the tears were unstoppable. So beautiful, so different, so excellent.
I managed to wipe my face and get myself together enough for the "meet and greet" in the lobby where he most graciously signed my Club Pass.
yours in music,
Tracy
And now, an addendum to my post on Mose Allison. Everyone who has mentioned that particular show has expressed disappointment, but also surprise. It is obvious that he was much more of a talent when he was younger. The man is 82, and he is still touring around the country. I feel kind of bad that I was so negative about his show when, clearly, I do not have 1/100th of his abilities.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Charnett Moffett
This guy was all that I expected and more. Charnett played with a drummer and a woman playing tambora (sp?). Both of these musicians shared the last name Moffett. I can only assume the drummer is his brother. The woman may be his sister or his wife. There was a pianist whose name I didn't catch, and a trumpet player - RJ Avallone. Charnett introduced these players multiple times, but through the applause, I couldn't be sure of all their names. It's unfortunate that none of the band members' names are listed in the XRIJF program book. (I noticed this when I looked up the Bill Tiberio Band and found that none of the members besides Bill were listed, and no bios for them.)
Anyway, back to Charnett. I saw him, for the first time, when he played with McCoy Tyner. His "mad skills" blew me away, and I knew if I ever had the chance to see him play again, I would. His was the first name I saw on the 2010 XRIJF artist list, and I was so happy to have my Club Pass to be able to see him.
If memory serves, when he played with McCoy, most of the tunes were jazz standard type tunes. Tonight, he was much more avant-garde, maybe bebop-ish, but there was always a little melody I could hold on to or that he would come back to - for simple Tracy. You all know I like my melodies. So, tonight's Charnett was a little more challenging for me, but he was awesome. His fingers FLEW. And the drummer would keep up, note for note. Very cool. Charnett very graciously signed my Club Pass after the show; he was sitting in the foyer on the way out so the crowd could meet and greet. Love that!
One of my favorite photogs was there, and he showed me some shots he got of Charnett - they were most excellent. I need a camera like his. And skills like his, too!
Because of some unforeseen family conflicts, I was only able to stay for that one show. But that was the one show I wanted to see, so all's well that ends well.
I'll probably be back on the scene tomorrow; I'll post my schedule when I know it. There are a few I'd like to see. Hope to see YOU!
yours in music,
Tracy
Anyway, back to Charnett. I saw him, for the first time, when he played with McCoy Tyner. His "mad skills" blew me away, and I knew if I ever had the chance to see him play again, I would. His was the first name I saw on the 2010 XRIJF artist list, and I was so happy to have my Club Pass to be able to see him.
If memory serves, when he played with McCoy, most of the tunes were jazz standard type tunes. Tonight, he was much more avant-garde, maybe bebop-ish, but there was always a little melody I could hold on to or that he would come back to - for simple Tracy. You all know I like my melodies. So, tonight's Charnett was a little more challenging for me, but he was awesome. His fingers FLEW. And the drummer would keep up, note for note. Very cool. Charnett very graciously signed my Club Pass after the show; he was sitting in the foyer on the way out so the crowd could meet and greet. Love that!
One of my favorite photogs was there, and he showed me some shots he got of Charnett - they were most excellent. I need a camera like his. And skills like his, too!
Because of some unforeseen family conflicts, I was only able to stay for that one show. But that was the one show I wanted to see, so all's well that ends well.
I'll probably be back on the scene tomorrow; I'll post my schedule when I know it. There are a few I'd like to see. Hope to see YOU!
yours in music,
Tracy
Day 3 - Shorter schedule tonight
My big must-see tonight is Charnett Moffett at Harro East. I'll be shooting for the 5:30 show. After that, I'll try to get in to see Christine Ohlman and Rebel Montez at Abilene at 7:45. If that line looks too long, I might go see Ted Michaels at the free stage although I can't find that much about him online.
It's going to be a short night, tonight, I think. I'm pretty whipped, but you never can tell what might happen at XRIJF!
yours in music,
tracy
It's going to be a short night, tonight, I think. I'm pretty whipped, but you never can tell what might happen at XRIJF!
yours in music,
tracy
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