More… In the recent fuss and furor over Ornette Coleman, a good many persons have been making hasty leaps for the tailgate of what might turn out to be a bandwagon. But as Ralph Gleason pointed out recently in the San Francisco Chronicle, Coleman, at the e …
More… 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.”
For the record—and in the interest of enlightening posterity and giving credit that is seldom acknowledged—it should be said that the last few weeks of 1964 and the first couple of months of 1965 were a fruitful period of television jazz.… More…
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