Sunday, February 14, 2010

Our Funny Valentine (also known as Saturday the 13th)

Ahead of the romance of Valentine's Day, eleven of us got together at McRae Park to play some jazz. Some of the songs were appropriate to the hopeful tendencies of the day- "My Funny Valentine" and "Like Someone In Love," for example, and some were less idealistic such as "Just Friends."

In a way there are two workshops each week, the first one focusing on learning the essentials of jazz soloing and head arrangements in an instrumental format and the second one also focusing on working with singers (accompanying and backing up, etc.). As usual, we started out with an hour of instrumentals; although we got a late start, the singers were also a bit late so we ended up with a full hour anyway.

The song list du jour included "Bye, Bye Blackbird," "Blue Bossa," "Ornithology," "Dear Old Stockholm," "The Sunny Side of the Street," "Footprints." Once the vocalists joined us, we had our standard rotation of a couple songs featuring each vocalist and then one or two instrumentals. The songs in this section included "My Funny Valentine," "Like Someone In Love," "Since I Fell For You," "How High The Moon," "Nostalgia In Times Square," "A Night In Tunisia," "Meditation," "Autumn In New York," "Don't Blame MMe," "Mr. P.C.," "There Will Never Be Another You," "I'm Beginning to See the Light," "Just Friends," "My Ship" and "St. Thomas."

The group was made up of Gene (drums), Ira (alto sax), Craig (guitar), Sam (trumpet synth and bass), Bob (guitar), Wes (tenor sax), Owen (accordion), Todd (trumpet), Dick (vocals), Annie (vocals) and Tim (guitar). Todd was nice enough to step out of a couple of songs and take photos and we've got most everybody in the pictures as a result, somehow missing only Dick and Todd (who was behind the camera).

In the photos: On top we have Wes; next are Craig, Tim and Sam showing what happens when there aren't enough books with a particular song in it; Gene (foreground) and Bob (background); Annie, Ira (left) and Bob (right); and Owen with one of his many accordions.

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