A sticky floored, narrow hallway –
is going somewheres
Back toward the music museum –
for-arms, el-bows bumping saying hell-o
to both corridor walls.
cigarette cherry explodes on red stucc-o,
coals drop into my cuff with visions of Pompey
and of Schlitz commercials
Your dizzy dance around the melody has me
starving and crushed.
The bass player plunks –
biting the rails to stay on track.
Sweet girls in skirts and witch doctors blush
within the un-bound notes of your stellar groove.
Recorded at the Van Gelder Studio Hackensack NJ, September 22, 1957
Label – Blue Note
Saxophone – Sonny Rollins
Bass – Doug Watkins
Drums – Philly Joe Jones
Piano – Wynton Kelly
Sonny Rollins would not or maybe could not play unless he was really feeling it. People talk of seeing Sonny in shades, standing on the stage of smoke filled dives playing the same note or series of notes for up to 45 minutes before getting into the groove and starting a set.
The recording genius of Rudy Van Gelder along with the fluidity of this quartet was enough to get Sonny moving on this early fall day. The autumnal equinox of 1957 must have sent vibrations through the cosmos.
Workin’ with the Miles Davis Quintet
Recorded May 11 and October 26, 1956 at Rudy Van Gelder Studio, Hackensack, New Jersey
Just one part of four legendary albums by this mix up.
Released September 1959
Miles Davis – Trumpet
John Coltrane – Sax
Red Garland – Piano
Paul Chambers – Bass
Philly Joe Jones – Drums
Recorded September 17, 1962 at Sound Makers, New York City. Blue Note Records.
Today I met two gentlemen in my store, one in his eighties the other late sixties. Money Jungle was playing overhead and our conversations quickly went from my generic retail pitch to trains and the various east coast lines. Waxing poetic about the romantic mundane we journeyed through conversations had in lounge cars to stale meals in dining cars that beat any fillet in a five star.
Money Jungle is indeed a ride. These tracks take you through the rough parts of town where all trains go – places that build character or turn you into one. Roach keep you on the rails clicking and banging along, while Mingus keeps the diesels humming and thumping with his meaty hand pulling hard notes on the bass strings that we never heard. Meanwhile Duke the elegant paints a picture of all the classy ladies and business men swimming car to car finally dumping you on a platform somewhere with sea legs, hungover and in need of a shave.