He was the tenor saxophonist and main composer for Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers --- and then for the Miles Davis Quintet --- in the Sixties. Later in that decade, he took up the soprano sax while participating in the landmark Davis recording sessions that would produce "Bitches Brew" (and he's now a master on both horns).
He co-led Weather Report, the internationally popular jazz-rock fusion supergroup, in the Seventies and Eighties.
Whether we're talking about, say, the historic accumulation of medals by swimmer Michael Phelps or Rowan Atkinson's keyboard "playing" during the Opening Ceremony a few days ago, there have been --- at the current Olympic Games, of course --- scores of outstanding performances in London lately.
Therefore, in a tip of the hat to Mr. Phelps, Mr. Atkinson, and so many others, the next installment of All This Jazz will present a host of great performances from London Town . . . performances, in our case, in a jazz vein.
In the theme-driven second hour of All This jazz the other night --- see playlist here; I refer to the 7/21/12 show --- I played a couple of tracks by the wonderful Eddie Palmieri, the Puerto Rican pianist, arranger, and composer (pictured herewith) who's long been deemed one of the brightest stars in the Latin Jazz firmament.
If I may, a quick recommendation, live-music-wise, for tomorrow night (Tuesday the 24th) here in Tulsa. In the final 2012 Starlight Concert performance of the summer, the Starlight Jazz Orchestra will present a "Frank Sinatra Tribute." The program begins at 8pm and is, as ever, free to the public.
Grab a friend or two, a blanket or some lawn chairs, and --- if nothing else --- a cooler loaded with cold drinks, and then head over to the River West Festival Park (on the west bank of the Arkansas River).
With still another triple-digit high in today's local forecast (are we there yet?), I have started a shortlist of hot-weather jazz cuts --- tunes to set spinning, perhaps, whilst pouring that umpteenth lemonade o'er ice on a Sunday afternoon and staring out at one's sun-bleached and scorching backyard.
Well, here we go. The journey of a thousand blog entries begins, I suppose, with a single cliched expression.
Welcome to Kind of Blog: An Occasional KWGS Jazz Journal. Of course, if this journal should actually survive for anything remotely near 1,000 entries, I'll be pleased as punch. Whoa, another cliche. Bear with me.