Another decent weekend with two bike rides spanning 125k in the past 48 hours and, yeah, other shit too. Finally, I’m relaxing for the rest of the day having prepared everything for tomorrow’s work day and while the BBQ heats up we’re furthering the “unwind” with this self-titled album by Lyle Mays.
I know …
Husband. Of. The. Year.
Anyway, as it turns out I’m awfully glad I did.
You see, upon first scan of the records after the SunRype Tri-Kids when I was hot, stinky mess and likely suffering from both a little mild dehydration and malnutrition, I failed to notice that Bill Frisell plays on this album so, yeah …
But that begs the question then: who the fuck is Lyle Mays?
Well as it turns out, ‘ol Lyle was also the keyboardist for the Pat Metheny Group.
So, again …
This 1986 album then is his first solo debut recorded at The Power Station in New York City featuring not only Frisell, but Alejandro N. Acuña (drums), Marc Johnson (bass), Billy Drewes (saxes), and Nana Vasconcelos (percussion).
Okay, so none of those other names mean anything to me but regardless, if they’re also playing with Bill-fucking-Frisell then I’m curious to know who these particular motherfuckers are, knowwhatimsayin?
And together they’re …
I mean, it’s all smooth earthy jazz and shit and, of course, I’m feeling instantly more mellow but, even still … it’s just okay.
Having said that, it does have Bill-fucking-Frisell playing on it so I can definitely use this record as a cool conversation piece with, say, the only other person on the planet that might appreciate that informational tidbit.
They’re out there, I’m sure.
And even if they’re not … that just makes me smarter than everyone else and for a dollar, that’s fucking priceless!