Comments for Song(s) To The Siren

Comment on Drummer Man by eyoki

eyoki — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 11:57:16 +0000

I was just thinking about Max Roach today. I saw him live when he was a very old man and he was quite incredible. When he died i didn’t find out for months and it made me feel very sad – that he’d gone without me noticing.

Comment on The Jazz Ark by Andy B

Andy B — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 01:35:08 +0000

Hey Tom!
You still here?
I was surfing for Leo tonight when I ran into this antique bit of music-soulmateness.
I just got new vanity licanse plates: NOP JAZZ.
You still there?

Comment on The Jazz Ark by LDP

LDP — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:13:49 +0000

How I miss the Jazz Ark!

Whales Never Outgrow Pimples

Comment on The Jazz Ark by E F Ellis

E F Ellis — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 21:21:49 +0000

You and I have already treaded some of this water, but this post brings back even more memories. I can remember hitchhiking north on I-75 to see concerts in Cincy or crash for the weekend at friends’ homes north of the Ohio River. Listening to the Jazz Ark was a pure delight. Later when I had my own transportation, I set one of the radio’s pre-sets to WNOP even though I could only receive it when I was a bit north of the Owenton exits on I-75. It was really a revelation and should be more than a footnote in the oral history of a few old guys living south of Lexington.

Comment on I Want My Dada by Neil

Neil — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 19:04:22 +0000

I always thought they started out as the Bonzo Dog Doodah Band. Their material is still randomly fresh and consistently outrageous. The bleedover between BDB and the Pythons was unmistakable. Very under appreciated (except by nutcases like myself).

Comment on Udu Wudu by fool on the hill

fool on the hill — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 15:03:11 +0000

I just gave this my first listen. And, if my coworkers had a hard time with Max Roach’s Freedom Now Suite, they had NO idea what was in store for them with this one.

Prog will never die!

Comment on Drummer Man by fool on the hill

fool on the hill — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:43:57 +0000

The Freedom Now Suite is a great way for me to get re-focused on my work. If only my co-workers could figure out a way to acknowledge its genius…

Comment on The Battle of North West Six by EFEllis

EFEllis — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 17:34:17 +0000

Wow, you really do bring up the esoteric from the late 60s and early 70s. Always wondered where Ian Cruikshank came from in his quest to be the Gypsy King. I never realized he was a Keef Hartley refugee fleeing his alter-ego. Just about as strange as Hartley becoming an Indian. Why an American aboriginal and not the Shankar sub-continental modality that George Harrison slipped within and without at the drop of sari?

Comment on Buckle Up, Turbulence Ahead by EFEllis

EFEllis — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 17:13:36 +0000

Grateful Dead: SF folkies who become hippie entreprenuers in spite of themselves and become the organic economic engine of a counter-cultural lifestyle [Deadheads].

Down the street, the Jefferson Airplane: they appear to be dislocated East Coast liberal middle-class intelligentsia with all the neuroses and self-loathing of a Woody Allen; brilliant, but unable to inspire, therefor there are no Jeffersonian Planeheads.

Both groups engender enough tragedy for several musical genres, but one leaves a merry band of tapesters and the other morphs into its anti-thesis.

Nice to know that there is a good representative document of the JA when their music really mattered…to them and us.

Comment on The Psychedelic Years by EFEllis

EFEllis — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 16:52:08 +0000

First saw Rick D live with Johnny Winter on the tour supporting the LP “Johnny Winter And”. They came out and started their first number at an energy level that all other bands used to try to attain for their finale. It was nowhere but up from that point on. High energy doesn’t even come close to describing the concert.

The highlight for me was when toward the end Johnny and Rick were trading fours; first Johnny then Rick. The only problems came when Rick broke a string and Johnny was too blind to see it, so he kept going. Rick was adept enough to compensate and played around the the missing string. Then Johnny broke a string, but not the same one as Rick. So they kept playing with Johnny playing around his broken string and still unaware that Rick was having to not only compensate for his own broken string, but had to answer Johnny by compensating for Johnny’s missing string also.

Magic! The concert was in 1970 at the Memorial Coliseum at UK…down front stage center. Rick and Johnny were true Guitar Gods that night. I had always thought Rick was a pretty good player with The McCoys, but he was magnificent that night. And I still think he delivers today.