It’s going to be a busy day, business and training-wise.  I’ve already completed my 3500m  swim and I still have an afternoon run and a session with the weights later on this evening but, before those I have my daily core workout (Day 46) to content with over some old school Jazz Boner, the ‘Indigos‘  album by Duke Ellington.


My version is the original 1958 album, which does not contain the two added tracks ‘Night and Day‘  and ‘All The Things You Are‘  which were added to the reissue in 1987.

Standing in the shadows of other masterworks like ‘A Drum Is A Woman‘ and ‘Ellington at Newport‘, this is a neglected gem from the mid-50’s Ducal discography.  Unlike the other albums, ‘Indigos‘ was marketed as a “commercial album”, specifically made for dancing…or, as in my case this morning, planking.

To each their own.

But Ellington apparently doesn’t take orders from the marketing department because most of the tracks are far too slow to move around a dance floor too and there are virtually no up-tempo numbers at all.

In other words, it’s definitely fantastic for planking.

While the album ultimately sold well and received good reviews at the time, it’s been largely ignored by jazz critics and historians which, doesn’t bother me in the slightest as I prefer to be my own critic at the end of the day.  And I think this album contains some exceptional performances.

So there!


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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