A dozen tunes played exquisitely, faultlessly, with Kotwitz - a former pupil of Van Damme's - proving that accordions have their place - we each have our own idea as to where that place should be ...
It's the kind of late night jazz I associate with Las Vegas in the early sixties or maybe the Mocambo or the Stork Club in the 1950s. Black and white movies with tough guys in fedoras, blondes in slinky gowns, Pontiac cars and Lucky Strike cigarettes.
I'm shedding the years, the slinky blonde and I are dancing cheek to cheek this band is on stage, tuxedos and mustaches, playing all these beautiful numbers ... Later I'm in her fancy Park Avenue apartment having a gin and it and I've got my own ideas on what the it will be unaware that she's slipped a Mickey into my drink ... it's The Big Sleep for me and this is, I fear, also what this album will be for most of today's younger jazzers even though the music is impeccable - I'm lucky in that I got in on the ground floor!
Maybe one day sanity will return or I'll hop a flier to tomorrow ...
Lance
When Lights Are Low: Skylark; Cry me a River; Estate Summer; When Sunny Gets Blue; Crazy She Calls Me; Darn That Dream; Harlem Nocturne; Manhattan; Mood Indigo; Polka Dots and Moonbeams; Stairway to the Stars; When Lights Are Low (reprise).
Available usual suspects.
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