Singer songwriter mandolinist Karen Mal has a new CD - songs of the 30s and 40s, standards in jazz. Karen is a perfect voice for them.
Just the way the writers envisioned their songs being presented - I think.
The way June Christy would do.
And the band - Will Taylor; guitar, violin and viola. And too, there's an upright bass, trumpet, clarinet and cello. Interesting instrumentation - I think.
Reminiscent.
It's about corner Rexalls, soda fountains, jukeboxes, big band ballrooms, Roselands and Steinways. Look up walkups window fronts violins and dance pavilions - Tin Pan Alley.
The trumpet evokes Harry James and Helen Forrest; the violin, Will Taylor and Karen Mal.
Lantern is a CD for those of us who have a love for classic standards, jazz standards, songbooks, road shows and otherwise. Highly recommended.
Among the favorites on Lantern Shine is that jazz anthem, I Cover the Waterfront. Of course.
Some of the others: Stars Fell on Alabama, The Very Thought of You, Dream a Little Dream, Pennies from Heaven - you get the gist. Thirteen in all.
So, when everything about it makes sense, it's worth it - buy online at:
American Folklore Theater Love By Lantern Shine CD - Karen Mal
and
Karen Mal Love By Lantern Shine CD Baby Music Store
Originally from Connecticut, Karen lives and works in music town Austin, Texas.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
for paul cezanne (1839-1906)...
At the table
Primrose and blue
Apples
And garniture
Ruffled sea, wings and drafts
After the day
Night blossoms stay
But
Leaf boats swim on the sky
Up to Scotland
Primrose and blue
Apples
And garniture
Ruffled sea, wings and drafts
After the day
Night blossoms stay
But
Leaf boats swim on the sky
Up to Scotland
for bob marley...
In a place
High
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up the grassy hill
To the sea from the town
And its boats
And its stars
Birds
And
Swells
Gliding off to where to a place
And a pink house on a hill
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up to it
High
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up the grassy hill
To the sea from the town
And its boats
And its stars
Birds
And
Swells
Gliding off to where to a place
And a pink house on a hill
A warm breeze walking winding paths
Up to it
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