He surrounded us with his sound
He was the safety net when the tightrope
Can you hear him?
There is a new thunder in the sky
The port of Casablanca was crammed with Vichy officers, soldiers, cops, thieves and criminals. Each night I slept behind sand dunes, and each morning, washed in the freezing sea and shook myself dry in the winter wind. My shirt and trousers were stiff with salt and stuck to my chest, arms and legs. I figured it would be easy to steal a sweater or coat, grab it off a café chair while its owner ate and drank. But each time I stuck my head inside a restaurant and started weaving between tables, the owner threatened to call the cops.
No cops, no officers, no father whipping me, never again. I’d lie low, steal what I needed, and owe no one a damned thing.
Ten days after I arrived in Casablanca, a shipload of
This pioneer pianist of the bop era had short term associations with Benny Carter, Boyd Raeburn, Lester Young, and Charlie Parker, but led such a troubled life that he only recorded once between 1947 – 1971. Who is he?
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Paul Morris is a graphic designer and writer who collects album art of the 1940’s and 1950’s. He finds his examples of influential mid-century design in the used record stores of Portland, Oregon. In this edition, Paul shares some jazz covers from the 1950’s.
This is a great time of year in Portland. (Actually, just about every day is a great time of year here). The Biamp PDX Jazz Festival, of which I am proudly currently serving as Board President, is now underway, and continues through Feb. 28. Over the weekend I took in terrific shows by Sonny Fortune, Charles Lloyd, Gary Peacock, Gary Bartz, Javon Jackson (with George Cables on piano), and Dianne Reeves. This weekend our stages will feature