{"id":482,"date":"2005-02-04T14:20:42","date_gmt":"2005-02-04T21:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mortie.net\/journal\/?p=482"},"modified":"2008-04-18T14:28:34","modified_gmt":"2008-04-18T21:28:34","slug":"and-this-is-from-album-number-114","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mortie.net\/journal\/index.php\/2005\/02\/04\/and-this-is-from-album-number-114\/","title":{"rendered":"And this is from album number 114."},"content":{"rendered":"

I know almost nothing about jazz. In Seattle, jazz is everywhere (including Kenny G sightings in Greenlake, but I don’t remember that really being *jazz*) and so are black turtleneck sweaters and close-cropped George Clooney hair and withdrawn smiles, but I try not to pay too much attention to that, so when I’m invited to go to Jazz Alley<\/a> (sidenote: The last time I was at Jazz Alley, I saw Tito Puente. He issued a memorable quote before introducing a song: “And this is from album number 114.”) to see The Regina Carter Ensemble, I had no idea what to expect.<\/p>\n

Regina had had a family emergency, so her cousin, James Carter<\/a>, an accomplished saxophonist, filled in. Carter had a talent for making a saxophone sound like several different instruments, and at one point it seemed like he was having an argument with his sax, and the sax would answer back, and after a bit of musical banter with the band, all the instruments made up and set off into a wacky tirade. That was followed up with a soft, dreamy number that reminded me of the outdoor snowy scenes from “A Charlie Brown Christmas”, right before the placed ornament brought the tree down. Delicious.<\/p>\n

My friend Todd is really good friends with the whole ensemble, so after the show we got to hang out with the band, so much so that I ended up driving the drummer and the bassist to their accommodations in Eastlake (I’ve never driven a band home before, unless it was family). The Regina Carter Ensemble, featuring James Carter, is playing through tomorrow night, February 5th<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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I know almost nothing about jazz. In Seattle, jazz is everywhere (including Kenny G sightings in Greenlake, but I don’t remember that really being *jazz*) and so are black turtleneck sweaters and close-cropped George Clooney hair and withdrawn smiles, but I try not to pay too much attention to that, so when I’m invited to … <\/p>\n

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