Vinyl Sunday

It started off as dreary, overcast and damp but, just before noon the sun decided to pop it’s head out for a bit so I decided to enjoy a bit of it from my saddle over 30.75k of windy, but fresh and invigorating riding.

Go me!

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Later, there’s the promise of hamburgers at a Volunteer’s Appreciation BBQ that I got invited to but, until I have to leave I’ relaxing with this ‘Harbour Jazzclub ‘Live’‘ album by Sheila Collier’s Smoky City Jazzband.

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When I initially found this Goodwill Hunting, I had hoped it was going to be something a bit more interesting and – dare I say it – sophisticated.

There’s not much I could find out about this record other than what was already listed on Discogs, it was released in 1980 in Holland and it’s a Live album from a local Dutch jazz band in traditional Dixieland vein.

So, yeah, live Dixieland Jazz Boner from the streets of Rotterdam …

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… I’ll buy that for a buck, sure!

Apparently, if you are to believe what is written on the back of the album cover, Rotterdam is “the biggest center for Dixieland and New Orleans Jazz for miles around.” 

I am also taking it then that Sheila Collier and her Smoky City Jazzband are some pretty big fish in this rather seemingly isolated, and protected pool of “Euro-Dixie”, and that’s totally cool with me.

Money … in … the … bank!

I’d love to know however how this particular record came to be sitting among all the other usual shitty suspects like Percy Faith, Engelbert Humperdink and Mitch Miller.  Surely, Sheila here is cut from a very different clothe and, thankfully, just a few minutes in and this is confirmed.  Her “Smoky City Jazzband” are tight and fun as any other “ragtimey” New Orleans inspired brass band and I fucking dig it!

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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