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If I had a single favorite (and how can you have a single favorite) Flamenco Sketches might be one that I'd consider

That and Sketches of Spain are both beautiful. I've always loved Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez, so when I heard the Miles stuff I immediately loved it. I don't know about a favorite though --maybe Blue in Green.

Edited to add: Miles' and Trane's take on Brubeck's In Your Own Sweet Way is way up there for me, too. Coltrane sounds like he's flying.
 
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That and Sketches of Spain are both beautiful. I've always loved Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez, so when I heard the Miles stuff I immediately loved it. I don't know about a favorite though --maybe Blue in Green.

Edited to add: Miles' and Trane's take on Brubeck's In Your Own Sweet Way is way up there for me, too. Coltrane sounds like he's flying.

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Bird and Diz. And a drummer who is holding his right hand stick like halfway down. Any drummers in the audience? What is that about?
 
Bird and Diz. And a drummer who is holding his right hand stick like halfway down. Any drummers in the audience? What is that about?

I started out as a drummer. Choking up on the stick like that would tend to give you more control, at the sacrifice of power. Bebop does not require a heavy back-beat on the snare. The main action is on the cymbals, while the snare drum sort of comments on the beat. However, it looks like the drummer, Charlie Smith, is left-handed. Normally a drummer plays the cymbals with the left hand and the snare with the right. He has reversed that, and moved the snare and hi-hat to the right side of his drum set, as southpaws often do.
 
I started out as a drummer. Choking up on the stick like that would tend to give you more control, at the sacrifice of power. Bebop does not require a heavy back-beat on the snare. The main action is on the cymbals, while the snare drum sort of comments on the beat. However, it looks like the drummer, Charlie Smith, is left-handed. Normally a drummer plays the cymbals with the left hand and the snare with the right. He has reversed that, and moved the snare and hi-hat to the right side of his drum set, as southpaws often do.
And you can write perfect iambic pentameter, too.

If I haven't already welcomed you to the forum, let me do so now. You're a keeper, bud. Talk to me.

God. I'm verging on a bromance, here. Time to link Mahavishnu Orchestra.
 
God. I'm verging on a bromance, here. Time to link Mahavishnu Orchestra.
At the height of their popularity, the Mahavishnu Orchestra launched a tour to promote "Birds of Fire", in 1973. I was a huge fan. The opening date for their tour was at the University of Wisconsin. I had spent the day, shall we say, expanding my consciousness in the Madison Arboretum, and when I got to the concert I was in a receptive state of mind. Despite being all Eastern Religion and blissed out and pure, Mr. Mahavishnu had a refined sense of showmanship. The hall was completely darkened, and then suddenly there was blinding bright spotlight on the stage, just on Mr. M. His hair was very short -- highly unusual in 1973 -- he was dressed entirely in white, and he was doing that thing where you press your palms together and incline your nose toward them. He had a big wreath of white flowers suspended from a microphone stand in from of him, and was wielding an impressive double-neck guitar (one neck 12-string, the other 6-string.) He stepped up the microphone, quietly thanked the audience for coming, and then asked for a minute of silence. This being Madison, the audience honored his request. The room was completely silent except for the whispering of the air conditioner.

They led with the title cut. The drummer struck a big gong and let it reverberate, twice. Mr. M began playing a little dissonant arpeggio on his guitar, over and over, very fast, almost inaudibly. Then he began to press down on a volume pedal, so that the volume began to increase inexorably until it was flirting with the pain threshold, and then the rest of the band kicked in at warp speed and they were off and running. It was very impressive, and I really got caught up in the drama of the whole thing. Good times. ;)
 
At the height of their popularity, the Mahavishnu Orchestra launched a tour to promote "Birds of Fire", in 1973. I was a huge fan. The opening date for their tour was at the University of Wisconsin. I had spent the day, shall we say, expanding my consciousness in the Madison Arboretum, and when I got to the concert I was in a receptive state of mind. Despite being all Eastern Religion and blissed out and pure, Mr. Mahavishnu had a refined sense of showmanship. The hall was completely darkened, and then suddenly there was blinding bright spotlight on the stage, just on Mr. M. His hair was very short -- highly unusual in 1973 -- he was dressed entirely in white, and he was doing that thing where you press your palms together and incline your nose toward them. He had a big wreath of white flowers suspended from a microphone stand in from of him, and was wielding an impressive double-neck guitar (one neck 12-string, the other 6-string.) He stepped up the microphone, quietly thanked the audience for coming, and then asked for a minute of silence. This being Madison, the audience honored his request. The room was completely silent except for the whispering of the air conditioner.

They led with the title cut. The drummer struck a big gong and let it reverberate, twice. Mr. M began playing a little dissonant arpeggio on his guitar, over and over, very fast, almost inaudibly. Then he began to press down on a volume pedal, so that the volume began to increase inexorably until it was flirting with the pain threshold, and then the rest of the band kicked in at warp speed and they were off and running. It was very impressive, and I really got caught up in the drama of the whole thing. Good times. ;)

I went to UW-Madison. Small world, huh? I never saw the Mahavishnu Orchestra but my late darling, who wrote here as eagleyez, was a huge fan and saw them in San Francisco.
 
I didn't attend the UW, but I did drive for Badger Cab when I wasn't playing in bands. This was all during the 1970s.
 
I didn't attend the UW, but I did drive for Badger Cab when I wasn't playing in bands. This was all during the 1970s.

I remember Badger Cab and, well, Badger everything lol. I was in grad school there from 78 to 80. I lived on Langdon Street but unfortunately not on a high enough floor for a lake view. Great little city and I saw some wonderful jazz there as well as rock.
 
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