I find the media coverage of the discovery of the Bill Savory jazz collection simply amazing—and am both grateful and astonished.
It would appear that the world has gone jazz crazy now, at least for a minute.
Here's the latest story from NEWSWEEK, complete with music from Mildred Bailey, Jack Teagarden, Bobby Hackett, Vernon Brown, George Wettling, Herschel Evans, Lester Young, Jo Jones, Lionel Hampton, Joe Marsala, John Kirby, Roy Eldridge, and more! (The music itself is amazing, but I am particularly delighted by the sound that audio wizard Doug Pomeroy has brought out of those grooves.)
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And . . .
From the “But wait! There's more!" department, how about a thirty-minute NPR feature with director of the Jazz Museum of Harlem Loren Schoenberg and Bill Savory's son Eugene Desavouret:
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I will let my readers ponder the larger implications of this media exuberance: right now, I am once again going to listen to half a minute of Mildred singing TRUCKIN,' which is balm for even the most skeptical observer, or I would hope so. (Even a reader like myself who sees the whole explosion of interest as something out of a 1933 newspaper film, with the hard-bitten editor, fedora pushed back on his head, shouting, “Stop the presses! Get me rewrite! Don't you know this is the biggest scoop anyone has ever seen? Why, it'll blow this town wide open . . . !")
It would appear that the world has gone jazz crazy now, at least for a minute.
Here's the latest story from NEWSWEEK, complete with music from Mildred Bailey, Jack Teagarden, Bobby Hackett, Vernon Brown, George Wettling, Herschel Evans, Lester Young, Jo Jones, Lionel Hampton, Joe Marsala, John Kirby, Roy Eldridge, and more! (The music itself is amazing, but I am particularly delighted by the sound that audio wizard Doug Pomeroy has brought out of those grooves.)
newsweek.com
And . . .
From the “But wait! There's more!" department, how about a thirty-minute NPR feature with director of the Jazz Museum of Harlem Loren Schoenberg and Bill Savory's son Eugene Desavouret:
beta.wnyc.org
I will let my readers ponder the larger implications of this media exuberance: right now, I am once again going to listen to half a minute of Mildred singing TRUCKIN,' which is balm for even the most skeptical observer, or I would hope so. (Even a reader like myself who sees the whole explosion of interest as something out of a 1933 newspaper film, with the hard-bitten editor, fedora pushed back on his head, shouting, “Stop the presses! Get me rewrite! Don't you know this is the biggest scoop anyone has ever seen? Why, it'll blow this town wide open . . . !")
