Jack Sheldon was hot at Jax last Thursday. Jennifer Leitham swung the bassline like mad and plunged into these beautifully dense solos with great washes of chords or hanging, aching notes
Drummer Dick Weller kicked it up crazily as Joe Bagg finessed coherent melodies (or chunks of Monk) from a piano last tuned during the Eisenhower administration. Jack just got hotter and hotter, those near perfect solos, the trumpet’s single notes celebrating the tune like Satchmo taking off into the bop galaxy.
In Glendale of all places. We wandered in for a drink and there was this great jazz, and a table right in front where you could feel the bass thrumming right through you. Stayed way too late, but the jazz experience is like that, you know. Often as not it’ll happen at some local hang, utterly unexpected, where some absurdly talented band plays for a smattering of fans and there you are, drink in hand, thinking just how lucky you are to be in the right place at the right time (for once in your life).
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