Holiday Gift Guide 2008
“ You've got a comprehensive gift-giving guide just in time to single-handedly rescue the economy from its current doldrums with a round of jazz-themed spending ”
2008 marks several momentous occasions in the life of your Own Personal Genius. First, there was the (thusfar) amicable dissolution of my marriage to the Once and Former Mrs. Genius. This resulted in my return to the Original Geniusdome, and to the sublime pleasures of bachelor life. And I've finally settled my decades-long feud with Arthur Rankin, Jr. (of Rankin-Bass fame) which means I can cut loose a half-dozen lawyers and once again enjoy such timeless holiday classics as Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman. And by enjoy, I mean "get drunk and make fun of" which is what started the whole mess to begin with.
These facts, combined with the passing of the legendary Paul Newman (looks like I'll be paying for my own salad dressing from now on), means that my Christmas gift list has been pared to a more manageable number. With only Luca Brasi and Braves slugger Jeff Francoeur to buy for, I plan on using the rest of my AAJ Christmas Club funds to restock the 'Dome's liquor supply from the last time Academy Award?? winner Cloris Leachman was over for the extremely popular Sloppy Joe Nite.
Even though my own gift list is short, I know that holiday shopping can seem like an insurmountable task to some. Particularly for devoted patrons of Our Music, who must always balance the desire to give useful, thoughtful gifts with the need to give presents that also serve the furtherance of jazz. Fortunately, you happened to come to that great central clearinghouse of all things jazz and, after wading through some nonsense about the ghost of Elvis, you've got a comprehensive gift-giving guide just in time to single-handedly rescue the economy from its current doldrums with a round of jazz-themed spending.
There are, of course, an abundance of jazz-related gifts out there, from the Hickory Farms Marsalis Gift Box (with Branford Beef Stick, Delfayo Danish havarti, and Wynton Wafers) to the Dave Brew-beck Home Beer Making Kit (endorsed by the estate of Paul Desmond). But I'm guessing that you're in the market for something a bit less, well, Wal-Martish to give the gift of Our Music.
Tops on almost anyone's gift list this year should be the 50th Anniversary reissue of Miles Davis' seminal Kind of Blue. The top-selling jazz album of all time, and one of the most reissued (still digging the 46th Anniversary Dual Disc, and the 48th Anniversary Guy Who Went to Grade School With Rudy Van Gelder Edition), this luxurious box set is the perfect gift for the obsessive jazz collector who still complains about the "half-assed" 168-CD Ultimate Jazz Archive Box Set. The handsomely packaged set contains an LP pressed in blue vinyl, two CD's containing the original recordings and alternate takes, a DVD, a 60-page book, six 8x10 photos, and a potato chip that resembles Bill Evans.
For the discerning jazz fan who, like myself, loves both jazz and DVD's, there is the exhaustive Jazz Icon series. It features concert and studio performances by some of the biggest names in Our Music. Available in a series of three box sets, or individually by artist, the series encompasses a Who's Who of jazz from Louis Armstrong to Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ella Fitzgerald (no relation) to John Coltrane. Where else can you see rare footage of the greatest live performances in jazz history, without risking the unpleasant possibility of seeing Bessie Smith naked?
Now, bear with me a moment.
The advent of digital recording media began in earnest with the CD (compact disc), introduced in 1982 as a replacement for the unsuccessful first-generation RSD (regular-sized disc) which as big as a large pizza and required a player the size of a window air-conditioner. Since the very beginning, devoted audiophiles have insisted that the CD fails to capture the warmth and auditory depth of analog recording. This despite the fact that CD uses a sampling rate sufficient to capture the audible range of frequency from 20 Hz to 20 kHz and does so without the inherent limitations of analog media, such as surface noise or embarrassing album cover art.
There's just no pleasing some people.