Submitted by Al Kanovsky 4/8/13
A long shower and a longer nap and I was back on the "plan".
Prepare yourself for a reading of "The Great American Novel". It will be lengthy 'cause the evening was beyond memorable. The best BLUES musicians playing all of the best BLUES tunes. Good friends and BLUES lovers. Good food, good beverage, good server named Naomi and a wonderful sense of friendship in a packed Funky Biscuit. I arrived as Albert Castiglia's band was playing their 2d song. (we will discuss the pronunciation of Albert's name a little later). Just 3 guys, Matt Schuler (bass), Bob Amsel(drums) and Albert. Playing the BLUES and rocking the "joint". In deference to my "good looks"(read age), a guy at the bar named Norbert gave up his seat. He had grey hair also. ---I must really look old---additionally he knew the lyrics to all the tunes, sang along and got up to boogie with the best. The band did "Bad
Avenue ". That's a street in every town in the
U.S.
It's "where the men carry shotguns, the women carry pistols too".
They did one of my "faves" "A House Called Rising Sun" and
then Albert had Billy Iuso join them. They played the tune
"Cortez" in response to a request. The result was one of
the moments that keep me going out to listen to music every night. The one you
don't want to miss. There is no second chance for those few bars where they
catch a groove and fly high.
I thank the person who asked for the song. WOW! WOW!! WOW!!! It will be hard to forget their individual solos, the unison playing and the back and forths. Rockin' Jake(harp) joined in the last couple of songs and helped them rock out with a tune dedicated to Bobby "BLUES" Bland.
By then my BJB buddies, Mike(I mistakenly called him Mark in a previous blog) and Richard had arrived. I had also spoken with a gal named Sally, like in Mustang or Ride. She had gotten up to shake a little. She was wearing a chiffony leopard print dress and was attractive. Me, not being shy and unafraid of her muscular companion approached and asked her if she would tell me her name and when and where she "shot the leopard". A gracious smile and answer. "My name is Sally and the leopard was shot right here in the Funky Biscuit." I interpreted that to mean she met "muscles" at the Biscuit. Later on Sally introduced the gentleman she was with. I should have recognized him before but my attention had been focused on Sally. He's famed sports announcer, Jeff Deforrest. And he is a gracious gentleman.
"Pardon me, miss." I said. She turned with a smile. "I couldn't help but admire your----style of dance".
She continued smiling and said, "You mean my(word meaning
posterior)". Hiding my shock I replied in the affirmative. She introduced
herself as Sophia and her friend Laura-Linda. She added that she liked my
approach and would I teach a man she was interested in, how to speak to a
WOMAN. "Sure" I said. "It's just three easy lessons but it took
me a lifetime to learn". Sophia lives in Miami and made me wish I was 40,
no, 50 or maybe 60 years younger.
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…mice and men, are often put asunder.
Especially when it rains. The plan. The Sunday JAZZ brunch in Ft. Lauderdale
and then The Funky Biscuit BLUES
Fest. A great plan. My buddy Bette would bring blintzes to the brunch. I would
bring the wine. We arranged to meet at the gazebo where the Dillard School
of Music would have a sextet of their young stars perform. By the time I
arrived there was already a pretty good crowd, laying out their picnics and
setting up sun-shade tents. Warming up, on stage were the talented High School
students. Starting with the rhythm section we had Zach Auslander(guitar),
Christopher Mills(bass) and Charlie Stoner on drums. The horns were Ben
Stocker(tenor sax), Christian Cummings(alto sax) and Max Boyko(trumpet).
I spoke with Mr. Chris Dorsey about how
rewarding his career as Musical Director at Dillard must be. He told me some
things about his ideas for having the young JAZZ aspirants, mature and
grow as musicians. He has a unique approach to teaching, learning and
self-development. Ben's parents, Susan & Mike, arrived bearing enough
food and beverage to feed a division of the Russian Army. Just as Bette arrived
and the band started the first set it started to drizzle. The rains
came shortly thereafter. Have you ever eaten a rain-soaked blintz? The
band sounded great, as expected. Each and every one of these young men are
gifted with apparent creativity as exhibited in their solos. The sextet is part
of the Big JAZZ band that will be in the Ellington Competition at Lincoln Center N.Y. ,
in May. You can watch via live-stream on your computer. They are proud to have
placed FIRST the last two years. (kon-a-hura). I asked Christian which solo he
has heard, would be the one he wished he had played. "Oh, that's
easy", was a quick response. Then, hesitation. "There are so many I
wished I could have played". The thoughtful look. "If I have to
choose only one it would be Cannonball Adderley on "Grand Central".
What more could I say but "Good choice". As to the best laid plan, I
started to catch a little chill and decided to go home to a warm shower. I
really didn't want to miss the Biscuit Fest at night.
A long shower and a longer nap and I was back on the "plan".
Prepare yourself for a reading of "The Great American Novel". It will be lengthy 'cause the evening was beyond memorable. The best BLUES musicians playing all of the best BLUES tunes. Good friends and BLUES lovers. Good food, good beverage, good server named Naomi and a wonderful sense of friendship in a packed Funky Biscuit. I arrived as Albert Castiglia's band was playing their 2d song. (we will discuss the pronunciation of Albert's name a little later). Just 3 guys, Matt Schuler (bass), Bob Amsel(drums) and Albert. Playing the BLUES and rocking the "joint". In deference to my "good looks"(read age), a guy at the bar named Norbert gave up his seat. He had grey hair also. ---I must really look old---additionally he knew the lyrics to all the tunes, sang along and got up to boogie with the best. The band did "
I thank the person who asked for the song. WOW! WOW!! WOW!!! It will be hard to forget their individual solos, the unison playing and the back and forths. Rockin' Jake(harp) joined in the last couple of songs and helped them rock out with a tune dedicated to Bobby "BLUES" Bland.
By then my BJB buddies, Mike(I mistakenly called him Mark in a previous blog) and Richard had arrived. I had also spoken with a gal named Sally, like in Mustang or Ride. She had gotten up to shake a little. She was wearing a chiffony leopard print dress and was attractive. Me, not being shy and unafraid of her muscular companion approached and asked her if she would tell me her name and when and where she "shot the leopard". A gracious smile and answer. "My name is Sally and the leopard was shot right here in the Funky Biscuit." I interpreted that to mean she met "muscles" at the Biscuit. Later on Sally introduced the gentleman she was with. I should have recognized him before but my attention had been focused on Sally. He's famed sports announcer, Jeff Deforrest. And he is a gracious gentleman.
Next up was JP Soars and "Southern
Hospitality". This band is made up of the best of the best. Chuck
Riley(bass), Chris Peet(drums), Damon Fowler(guitars, steel and vocals), Victor
Wainwright(keys/b3/vocals) and JP (guitar/vocals). The band played on and
man, did they play. It got me up dancing, jitterbug style, with a gal I
can only identify by the words on her T-shirt. "I'm A Keeper". Oh,
how I wish!!!! Yeah Charlie. I know. I'm supposed to be here for the music. But
as it says in the Good Book, "a man is but made of flesh"------With
Damon now playing steel guitar, he and Victor did a moving "Say Your
Prayers Tonight".
It came at an appropriate time. Jimmy
Belize, the photographer who shot that great picture of me at the top, showed
up and Lord knows a prayer couldn't hurt when it comes to Jimmy Belize. I also
spied BLUES Bobby, pres. of the South Florida
BLUES Society in the crowd. Part of the bands performance were super renditions
of "Angels In Heaven Gonna Sign My Name", "Same Old BLUES"
and "Kind Eyes, Whiskey Again".
During this set, Rockin' Jake did an
unusual thing playing harp. He used a glass like a trumpet wah-wah mute.
Producing unusual sounds and harmonic effects. When asked he said that he was
not the first and only one using that technique – he blamed it in on Magic Dick
of J. Giles Band fame.
Sitting nearby was a couple, Jean and
Dan. They got up to dance. When they returned I asked how long they were
married. "10 years next month" Jean answered with a pleasant smile.
Then I asked "When are you going to teach him to dance?" Her answer,
now laughing said, "I already have". I cast no aspersions on his
dancing capability as it turns out Don is an avid reader of "JAZZ and
BLUES Florida ".
George Porter Jr. came up to begin the final set. Everybody came on stage,
taking turns for the final Jam of the night. Dave Shelley, Maurice Dukes,
Albert Castiglia, J.P. Soars, Victor Wainwright, Billy Iuso, Kilmo, Al
Poliak, Rockin' Jake and a bunch of all the guys. All playing their hearts out
for the folks who come out and support live music. I thank all of them and all
of you.
p.s. Albert insists his name is
pronounced Cast-eel-ya. It's his name and I say he can pronounce it anyway he
cares to.
I am not of Italian descent but had an
Italian upbringing in the East Bronx . Where I
came from his name is pronounced Cast--igg--lee--ah.
It's his name and he can say it anyway
he likes. It's not my name but I will defer to Vinnie, Gino and Tony and the
way they would like me to say it. You know what I'm sayin? Huh?
On my way out, while chatting with
Jimmie Belize, a young lady who I had watched dance, walked by.
"Pardon me, miss." I said. She turned with a smile. "I couldn't help but admire your----style of dance".
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