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It’s a sunny, spring day in May in midtown Manhattan that begins a week of recording. And everybody’s waiting for Rabih.
From the podium, the leader croons, ““I’m in the oud for love.”
With these words of wit that typically …
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Tommy Dorsey was one of jazz’s great liaisons with the outside world. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of classical musicians first learned to respect the instrumental skills of jazzmen when they listened to Tommy.
Thousands of others, musically …
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Art Blakey sat on the edge of the bed in a Detroit hotel room. Dressed only in a T-shirt and shorts, his powerful arms stabbed the air with a cigarette as he talked. “Talked” is perhaps too mild of a term—Blakey seldom just “talks.” You could almost … More…
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