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Bebop Spoken There

Jack Teagarden: "I never did like anything Ellington ever did. He never had a band all in tune, always had a bad tone quality and bad blend" - Metronome, April 1947.

Archive quotes.

The Things They Say!

Hudson Music: Lance's "Bebop Spoken Here" is one of the heaviest and most influential jazz blogs in the UK.

Rupert Burley (Dynamic Agency): "BSH just goes from strength to strength".

'606' Club: "A toast to Lance Liddle of the terrific jazz blog 'Bebop Spoken Here'"

The Strictly Smokin' Big Band included Be Bop Spoken Here (sic) in their 5 Favourite Jazz Blogs.

Postage

13,490 (and counting) posts since we started blogging 13 years ago. 908 of them this year alone and, so far, 72 this month (July 23).

From This Moment On

Fri 23: Emma Fisk's Hot Club du Nord @ Gala Theatre & Cinema, Durham. 1:00pm. Tickets: £6.00. + £2.00. bf. Tel: 03000 266 600.

Fri 23: Jeremy McMurray & the Pocket Jazz Orchestra @ Middlesbrough Town Hall. 7:30pm.

Fri 23: Helen Anahita Wilson & Shahbaz Hussain @ Lit & Phil, Newcastle. 8:00pm. SOLD OUT!

Fri 23 - Sun 25: The Globe Summer Festival @ The Globe, Newcastle. Multi-genre bill (jazz inc. Tenement Jazz Band, Nishla Smith). Various ticket options (live stream option available) see: www.jazz.coop.

Sat 24: Youth Ensembles present St Cuthbert Suite @ Sage Gateshead. 7:30pm. Composer Paul Edis conducts Folkestra, Jambone, Quay Voices & Young Sinfonia in a new arrangement of his St Cuthbert Suite. AVAILABLE ONLY AS A PRE-RECORDED STREAM ON YOUTUBE AT 7:30PM.

Sat 24: Simon O'Byrne & Paul Grainger @ Prohibition Bar, Newcastle. 8:00pm.

Sun 25: Vieux Carré Hot 4 @ Spanish City, Whitley Bay. 12 noon.

Sun 25: Emma Johnson's Gravy Boat @ Bobik's, Punch Bowl Hotel, Newcastle. 3:30pm.

Thu 29: Vieux Carré Jazzmen @ The Holystone North Tyneside. 1:00pm.

Thu 29: Maine Street Jazzmen @ Sunniside Social Club, Gateshead. 8:30pm.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Chet - From A Window by Keith Armstrong.

CHET - FROM A WINDOW (in memory of Chet Baker 1929 -1988) The constant onslaught of Amsterdam surged through Zeedijk on that hot night when a full moon dragged you flying to your death. In your room, in the Prins Hendrik Hotel, your clothes lay neatly folded in your suitcase, with your body a foetus on the street below. Great white hope fallen offstage, a love for heroin never shaken. Sorrow was your stuff, a plaintive, lyrical anguish, an excess of gloom and charm. This undernourished and parched body, a singing corpse, searching for an uncollapsed vein, an expert driver hating the road and the bleak hotel of his doom. Such a foolish love. Oklahoma farmboy on a golden trumpet, his teeth knocked out in San Francisco, become chained to an album a day for a thousand dollars in cash. And the Italian you learned in a Lucca jail, your spirit surviving its deportation, a lonely and melancholy master drifter whose pianissimo touched the soul. Friday 13th May 1988, Chet’s heart stopped and his horn lost its tongue. KEITH ARMSTRONG 11 January 2009 17:34

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