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It’s St. Patrick’s Day but, alas, I have absolutely zero Celtic albums in my collection.  It’s true, I’m not one for the “diddley-diddley shit” type of music.

Sorry.

Sue me.

So this afternoon’s Day 71 core workout is set to more Jazz Boner, with the ‘First Time! The Count Meets the Duke‘  album by Duke Ellington and Count Basie.

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This is a 1961 album released on Columbia Records that I found at the Record Fair in Hamilton, Ontario last weekend.

At first glance this collaboration should not have worked, but take the Kansas City-style streamlined swing of Count Basie’s band and put it together with the omni-American “total jazz” of the Duke Ellington Orchestra and you’ve got one helluva memorable session.

The Duke Ellington and Count Basie Orchestras had already been competitors for 25 years but the leaders’ mutual admiration (Ellington was one of Basie’s main idols) and some brilliant planning made this a very successful and surprisingly uncrowded encounter.

On most selections Ellington and Basie both play piano (their interaction with each other is wonderful) and the arrangements allowed the stars from both bands to take turns soloing. ‘Segue in C‘  is the highpoint but versions of ‘Until I Met You‘, ‘Battle Royal‘ and ‘Jumpin’ at the Woodside‘ are not far behind.

Oh hell, I’ll put it out there that the entire Side Two might be among the greatest sides of any jazz album – period!

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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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