Hello, Hoddlers! Fitzie’s in the middle of his move to our nation’s capital, and in his place you get me! Because obviously y’all never get tired of my writing, right?
Several weeks ago, I finally bit the bullet and did something I had been considering for a while but had been convincing myself wasn’t necessary: I bought a turntable. Specifically, this turntable: a U-turn Audio custom deck with the acrylic plate and an Ortofan cartridge. It’s blue. It’s sexy. I fell in love the moment I opened the box.
Now, look — I’m not a vinyl junkie, and my bargain with myself was that if I went down this particular rabbit hole it was only so far down — I refuse to allow myself to become A Collector™, obsessing over rare finds, spending thousands of dollars on a perfected audiophile setup, purchasing rare discs and then never playing them because that would ruin them. Music is meant to be played. I plan to buy, and completely wear out, the relatively few records I purchase, because what are they for if not to play, and enjoy?
Lately I’ve been on a jazz kick, specifically bebop and small-combo jazz from the 1960s, and I truly believe that jazz is meant to be played on vinyl. That means I’m looking for and listening to the classics — Mingus, Coltrane, Miles Davis, Horace Silver, Oscar Peterson — but also discovering some artists that were new, at least to me. I’ve fallen in love with Ahmad Jamal, I recently discovered Bobby Timmons’ solo work, and the great jazz harpist Dorothy Ashby is a treat. But if there’s one single song I can’t stop listening to, it’s today’s Song of the Day.
There are lots of charts that have turned into jazz standards, and this is one of them, but I truly, honestly believe this is one of the most perfect jazz recordings of that era. It’s perfect, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. The whole album is great, but this? This is sublime. I hope you enjoy it too.
Song of the Day: “Stolen Moments” — Oliver Nelson Septet, The Blues and the Abstract Truth