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Musical Memories
Nov. 1st, 2005 07:26 pmWatched some of a couple of disks my folks have, neither originally on disk. One covers the arrival in Moscow of Wynton Marsalis, who is greeted at the Airport, outside, by a jazz band. They play a couple tunes, he pulls out his horn and joins them. This is 'home video' rather than professional stuff.
The other, from 1997, is the Dave Brubeck return to Moscow, a decade after he was there for the Reagan/Gorbachev talks. It is a compendium of interviews, rehearsal footage, and concert recordings. And it is wonderful for both the planned sequences and the candids and surprises.
They brought back two disparate memories. I believe the earlier memory was of an outdoor, lawn concert which my father says was in Jackson, New Hampshire, seeing Dave Brubeck and his children (adult children) performing, along with some other folks.
The other was of my visit, while in Moscow, to an "underground bar" that was playing rock and roll in English - Beatles, Stones, etc.
There is a bit more, probably, to the Russian memory than the Brubeck memory. WIth Brubeck, the thing that stuck with me was the bass player, who made that instrument talk! In the bar, I can almost recapture the buzz, the slight adrenalin feel of the whole place - we might get busted any second now! (It was 1973.) I also remember my conversation with a sailor rom a sub in the Soviet Navy.
"My captain, he let me use periscope once to look at US Destroyer! It did not know we were there!"
I was just a bit uncomfortable in that conversation.
The other, from 1997, is the Dave Brubeck return to Moscow, a decade after he was there for the Reagan/Gorbachev talks. It is a compendium of interviews, rehearsal footage, and concert recordings. And it is wonderful for both the planned sequences and the candids and surprises.
They brought back two disparate memories. I believe the earlier memory was of an outdoor, lawn concert which my father says was in Jackson, New Hampshire, seeing Dave Brubeck and his children (adult children) performing, along with some other folks.
The other was of my visit, while in Moscow, to an "underground bar" that was playing rock and roll in English - Beatles, Stones, etc.
There is a bit more, probably, to the Russian memory than the Brubeck memory. WIth Brubeck, the thing that stuck with me was the bass player, who made that instrument talk! In the bar, I can almost recapture the buzz, the slight adrenalin feel of the whole place - we might get busted any second now! (It was 1973.) I also remember my conversation with a sailor rom a sub in the Soviet Navy.
"My captain, he let me use periscope once to look at US Destroyer! It did not know we were there!"
I was just a bit uncomfortable in that conversation.
