FINE & FUNKY
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Ok. I know this isn't how funk is defined anymore....But if you don't hear funky here. Check your pulse.
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Ok. I know this isn't how funk is defined anymore....But if you don't hear funky here. Check your pulse.
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nice little piano groove goin on there. Always thought of Nat as a crooner. Forget he could tickle the ivories as well.
"In January 1937, Cole married dancer Nadine Robinson, who was also in the musical Shuffle Along, and moved to Los Angeles, where he formed the Nat King Cole Trio. The trio consisted of Cole on piano, Oscar Moore on guitar, and Wesley Prince on double bass. The trio played in Los Angeles throughout the late 1930s and recorded many radio transcriptions. Cole's role was that of piano player and leader of the combo."
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Some piano players from back inna day will tell you that Nat could bang 'em like no other.
This both boogies and woogies!
I much prefer the Trio to his crooning stage. And I don't have this one.
Nat's piano playing was very highly regarded in the Forties - many jazzmen saw it as a matter of deep regret that he enjoyed so much later success aas a crooner, and effectively gave up the keyboard bop.
Here he is (although as he was under contract elsewhere he was originally credited as "Shorty Nadine"), in Los Angeles in July 1944, from the Jazz at the Philharmonic concerts, playing a tune called simply "Blues". After solos by Jack McVea (tenor), J.J. Johnson (trombone) and Illinois Jacquet (tenor), about six minutes into this he and Les Paul start trading licks in a fairly rapid "chase" sequence, with each man trying to catch the other out.
Fine sides, guys. The King Cole Trio's tuneage was a good antidote to the bulkiness of the arrangements of much of 1940s pop music.
deadmandeadman, you probably know that "funky" goes way back. I just googled the word, and got this quote about Buddy Bolden, New Orleans' first jazzman from the turn of the century:
"Before long the whole room would be swaying along to Bolden’s hypnotic beat. One of Bolden’s musicians improvised the lyrics “Funky Butt, Funky Butt, take it away, open up the windows and let the bad air out”, apparently referencing the cramp confines in which the sweat and whiskey soaked dancers grooved to"
Hi Spike! Good 2 hear from you. There are myriad stories & theories concerning the word....funky. I think i had read that one once long ago. I like how you skirt the issue that the lyric may have a slightly "funkier" literal interpretation. Maybe the piano player had beans & rice at supper?
Unless I skirt, I gag.