Dawg Music Straight Outta Jersey

By total coincidence, my other musical selection for the day kinda sorta also comes from the great mafia and corruption state of New Jersey... Hackensack this time. I didn't know that Jerry's good friend and Grateful Dead disliker was from Jersey, but low and behold, me and Mr. Grisman are fellow New Jerseyans. I wasn't actually born in NJ but I did grow up there. I'm more Jersey than I am a New Englander. I'm happy to claim both...

and happy to be listening to some DGQ from a little more than a week ago, from some little music festival in Tennessee, Jed, a festival a few people may have hoid of....

David Grisman Quintet June 13, 2009 The Other Tent Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival Manchester, Tennessee

James Kerwin - bass
Matt Eakle - flute and bass flute
George Marsh - drums, percussion
Grant Gordy - guitar
* with Eric Robertson on mandolin

Eat My Dust
Bluegrass at the Beach
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Tracy's Tune
Svingin' with Sven
Acousticity
Pigeon Roost
Grateful Dawg
Dawg's Waltz
16/16
Newly Wedding
Dawg's Rag
Shady Grove*

I really need to be shot or something for not listening to a David Grisman show more often. What a great bunch of tunes this is! The crowd really digs when David mentions that they're going to play something that he did with Jerry. There was a similar crowd reaction when James Kerwin (who played with Garcia-Grisman) was introduced.

Fun stuff throughout. Grisman, at age 64, is still kickin'... maybe just as strong as ever?!

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Don't put away the sleigh!

Tis delightfully Springtime all across America. Time for baseball and to pick up sticks so you can mow your lawn soon. Time for the kiddies to get out and play on the swing set! But wait. Three more feet (that's about a meter to you silly metric people) of snow in Colorado?! Actually in some places it was MORE than 3 feet! This global warming epidemic is scary, isn't it?

So in honor of the snowfall and the delightfully WINTER some places are currently experiencing, I thought it would be nice to stir up some cozy fireplace thoughts: chestnuts and garlands, wrapping Christmas presents, making Christmas cookies, all that warm and fuzzy stuff. Santa's on his way. Get to the mall. Go. Shop. What are you waiting for?!? Time is running out!!!!!!!

Ella Wishes You A Swinging Christmas (Verve, 1960)

Jingle Bells
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
Sleigh Ride
The Christmas Song
Good Morning Blues
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Winter Wonderland
Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer
Frosty The Snow Man
White Christmas

Wow. This is so good. Ella is definitely swinging and making these songs uniquely hers. Rudolph is a tune that's not a favorite of mine. It makes me think of 8 year olds singing it -- gag. I'm not a fan... but here it's really good. The same I think about Frosty. I like these versions. They're grown up, they've got an air of sophistication. What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? isn't a true Christmas song, methinks; I've never given it much consideration in the past but Ella's version is beautiful! Her voice is AMAZING! A few of these songs are now contenders for my favorite versions ever, they're that good! I've not listened to much Christmas jazz but this will be in rotation every Christmas... if I was going to listen to Christmas music at Christmastime, that is. I don't. But maybe someday, right, Sugarmag?

Ella Wishes You A Swinging Christmas
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Soon To Be Turkey & Mistletoe Time!

It's definitely right around the corner, isn't it? I can totally just about feel it in the air, can't you? Christmas is getting close!!! Turn on The Weather Channel and whaddya see? Snow, snow, snow, everywhere there's snow!!! It's that white stuff that falls from the sky, you make snowballs out of it to throw at cars and school buses. Snow forts. Snowmen. Sledding. Let it snow, baby! Okay, well, I guess all that snow's just up there in the hinterlands: North Dakota. They never really show Alaska on The Weather Channel but there's snow there, also. If you're dreaming of a White Easter, that's definitely the place to go.

Easter? Jelly beans!!! Christ. Christmas.

Hmmm... I wonder if Christ would approve of spending gazillions of dollars on pork and banks and car companies and other Congress & President-approved idiocy, all very much to the detriment of future generations. Kids right now, when they're older, won't be able to enjoy Christmas because they're getting the holy hell taxed out of them to pay for all that debt that's currently being run up. What a jip!

Ahhh well, depressed about the economy or flooding or blizzards or that even though the New York Mets will do good to great for the first five months of the season they'll still completely blow first place come September 1st? Just forget about all of that and listen to some good music! Yah? Yah!!! Pass the eggnog... extra nog, thanks. Merry Recessionmas!!!

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Have Yourself A Jazzy Little Christmas (Verve, 1989)

A Child Is Born - Oscar Peterson
Christmas Medley - The Swingle Sisters
(Carol Of The Bells, Melodies Of The Day, O Sanctissimo)
Jingle Bells - Jimmy Smith
The Secret Of Christmas - Ella Fitzgerald
We Free Kings - Roland Kirk
Christmas Eve - Billy Eckstine
I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm - Billie Holiday
Ole Santa - Dinah Washington
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Bill Evans
White Christmas - Ella Fitzgerald
O Little Town Of Bethlehem - Sister Rosetta Tharpe
The Christmas Song - Mel Torme
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - Jimmy Smith
Silent Night - Dinah Washington
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Ella Fitzgerald


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Some Miles for the Morning Miles

I'm so far behind today. Kinda blissfully lost... and it's not weird... and it's a pretty good and really nice thing!

2nd order of business...

Where's the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Hospital?

Perhaps in the hamlet of Montrose in Westchester County, New York, not too far north of the City? That's one FDR Hospital.

Could there be another in a place called Banská Bystrica?

Where?

Banská Bystrica, Slovakia.

Pretty cool. I'm not sure why... but pretty cool. On the other hand, is this American colonization? U.S. Out Of Everywhere!!! NOW!!! (???) Should the "evil empire" keep to themselves?

Anyway... I had a great time on the trail this morning!!

Monday Morning Hike... just over 2½ hours

At 3 in the morning when there's daylight in the sky and you've just woken up, what to do? Wait... if it's 3 in the morning, is it still daylight? Hmmmm... ponder ponder ponder... I s'pose because 24 hours constitutes a day and 3 in the morning is part of the day, then light in the sky at 3 a.m. can surely be daylight... right?

Anyway... METS WIN!!! Great game on ESPN last night/yesterday evening. Immediately after I crashed, just after 8 p.m. and I was sleepin' like a baby. Woke up at like 3 a.m. and thought, Hey, How About A Hike? I mean seriously, just because it's 3 in the morning, why's that a dumb time to go for a hike!? It's not dumb, is it? Perfectly logical... right? Not like it was dark. So I went for a hike.

And a great hike it was. Okay, so it wasn't in the Sierra Nevada or the Rocky Mountains, or even in the Appalachians, but with my boots going one step in front of the other on a trail, it was a pretty good hike!

I love that I've got a trail right down at the end of my road. It's not necessarily in the wilderness since it's right here on the edge of town... and since it's some sort of old, abandoned dirt road, it's not truly a hiking trail... but it meanders across fields of tundra, through stands of trees, along a few streams, up and down a few gentle slopes... and so it works for a hike of a few hours without having to drive anywhere! For me it's practically heaven-sent!

I headed on out for... geez, I forget exactly how long now... at least 2½ hours, upwards of 3 so not that long but not a brief stroll either. Not a soul to be seen and other than my boots on the ground, not an artificial man-made sound to be heard... until I played some music, that is. Big, grand, breathtaking hikes usually mean no music... but with this local trail -- that I've been on a couple hundred times due to not only hiking on it but running on it, too -- music helps make it better. It's nice to be out there to think, to get some fresh air, to get some light exercise... but also nice to enjoy some tunes!

And this album was my 40 minutes of Trail Tunes...
	Miles Davis In A Silent Way 1969
Shhh / Peaceful In A Silent Way / It's About That Time

I definitely don't listen to jazz enough. I definitely need more Miles Davis in my musical diet! It's just that certain music, like jazz and reggae, is not good for running. But now that it's hiking season, I can have more time to Press Play on great stuff like this.

One of the best aspects to this, at least in this Deadhead's opinion, is how much In A Silent Way resembles Space from a Grateful Dead show. It's no wonder Phil Lesh, or someone in Phil & Friends, decided to incorporate that into a show a time or two (I forget when but I'll make it a point to try to listen to it eventually which means it'll get mentioned here.)

The music throughout these 40 or so minutes is nothing less than great. I could sit for hours with this on Repeat. Since I am not a musician nor do I know much about jazz -- I only know what I like -- I'll let the following review speak volumes about this album...

Recording in February 1969, Miles Davis seemed to pick up the vibe of what was going to go down that crazy summer. It was a tumultuous time as the sixties came to a close. First came the Manson Family, then the murder during the Stones' Altamont show overshadowing the na've utopia of Woodstock. With In a Silent Way Davis seemed to sum up the dying of the light as the war and violence took over from love and peace. Certainly his most somber record since Kind of Blue , it was a reflective record that would bridge the gap from one of the greatest quintets in jazz history to the most controversial era of Miles Davis' work. In a Silent Way is a foreboding and deeply meditative record that has an almost spiritual quality. Following on his first real plunge into jazz-rock fusion on Filles de Kilimanjaro , the quintet's last record, In a Silent Way was a real head twister. Following Filles' blues- rock-jazz ideology, Davis really pulled together the methods that he began with on the previous release. But the change was the low-lying, almost silent feel. Gone were the funky up-tempo tracks, replaced with two long tracks with sparse arrangements that relied more on atmosphere than any of Miles' earlier records. Holding onto Tony Williams, Herbie Hancock and Wayne Shorter from the quintet, Miles added future fusion gods Chick Corea and John McLaughlin, as well as Dave Holland (filling Ron Carter's shoes on bass) and organist/pianist/composer Joe Zawinul. In a Silent Way tackles the tone palette of Kind of Blue , setting into an electric fusion. Opening with the subtle and quiet “Shhh/Peaceful,” the record begins a soothing adventure, led by Zawinul's trippy drops of organ. Slowly the track picks up with Williams doing double time on the hi-hat throughout. But McLaughlin is the major soloist, and what would become his signature guitar chops softly intertwine throughout. Finally Miles and Wayne take the stage and fill the holes in with killer solos that rival some their best work from Miles Smiles and Nefertiti. But the B-side with “In a Silent Way/It's About that Time” opens with silence and Williams continuing where he left off - a continuing groove would be played to dreadful bore on On the Corner three years later. The track really shifts as the jam of “It's About that Time” takes off and builds into some classic Davis/Shorter playing that really lays out what is about to come on Bitches Brew. The tracks eases off again and goes back into “In a Silent Way.” Without hearing this overlooked gem, many fans of jazz have missed out on one of the genre's most original and all-encompassing works. The record has recently gotten the full treatment with Columbia/ Legacy's Complete Sessions box set and it continues to prove how vital it is to the Davis catalogue. The record is an essential piece to understanding Miles and where jazz was heading. Its mix of rock and fusion point to Remembering Jack Johnson (rock) and Bitches Brew (fusion). Two important notes are the emergence of Joe Zawinul and the editing and production of Teo Macero who would both be focal points in the movement of Miles' music. Zawinul's presence on organ gives the record its otherworldly feel, but the groove and layout of the record are credited much to Macero's time at the knobs. His splicing and rearranging would become instrumental in the emergence of Miles' sound especially on Bitches Brew and On the Corner. Building and peaking the long tracks so that their flow was consistent and maintained the ideology of the piece. In a Silent Way is a one of kind record that mixed the late-'60s pop and underground movement into the jazz realm. On this record Miles began to hook into the late '60s sounds that flowed from the jam bands in San Francisco. No more is that more evident that in the otherworld-like organ of Zawinul. Starting with Filles the groove of Jimi Hendrix really started to take shape in the work that Miles began 1968. This is best shown on disc one of the Complete Sessions. The opener ”Mademoiselle Mabry (Miss Mabry)” has its foundation based on Hendrix's “The Wind Cries Mary.” Through Macero's production and Miles utilizing the same musicians would bare similar but ever- evolving grooves with each release. They would never make a record like it again, an absolutely timeless work that proves that Miles Davis and crew were some of the most innovative thinkers in modern music. by Trevor MacLaren, All About Jazz

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It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Springtime... Monk Is In The Air

First Hike of The Year... Finally!

I have a label for hiking and I could easily click it to find out when my most recent hike was... but I ain't gonna, would depress me too much. Well, probably not depress me but I'm still not gonna find out -- just gonna look ahead.

It's been awhile... I'm pretty certain, Jane Curtain, that it was last year. Again, not gonna think about it -- just gonna look ahead.

Twas a fine day, a fine day indeed. Beautiful sweatshirt weather tonight. With temps in the mid-50's, it's sweatshirt weather for some people all day long. I love this!

Had another outdoor backyard hamburger and hot dog hoedown to go to this evening... actually this was hamburgers, moose burgers, hot dogs, and reindeer sausage. It was a local Habitat for Humanity group outing to get to know others who will work on projects this summer here in Fairbanks and also in a couple remote villages in the bush. When people have homes that are so run-down, it's nice to get them into something that doesn't give them worries all the time. I feel like I'm the odd man out, in a way, not being someone in construction full time like most of these people. Ahh, no worries, I know my way around a hammer and nails just fine. Home repairs I am quite able to get accomplished with having to dial the phone for someone to come do it for me, thanks. I might not have the technical expertise that many Habitat volunteers appear to have, but I love lending a hand in whatever way I can.

The hamburger hoedown wasn't a beer party version that could last quite a few hours into the night so I was outta there before it got too late. The plan was to hit the trail but not for a run... for my first hike o' the year, baby!

I had my mp3 player loaded and ready to play some tunes... this post was almost gonna be titled -- Almost Went Hiking with Thelonious in San Francisco. I've heard of a lot of bear activity lately... being Spring they're eagerly looking for food. I didn't want to be food... so I paid music-less close attention as I wandered along a stretch of the Chena River. My first hike wasn't long, about an hour and a half and wouldn't ya know it, within 30 minutes, a wicked smell arose from the brush... something rotting... something that not too long ago lived and breathed and walked along just as surely as I was. The carcass I never saw but probably a young moose that became dinner for a grizzly and her cubs. Good idea to go music-less. I'd hate to be dessert!

After awhile I turned around and headed back, my feet clearly feeling two or three spots where I'm not used to such an outing in my hiking boots. Running shoes my feet are perfectly used to... but this is new, at least new right at the moment. Now, if I can work more hikes into my week, my feet will adjust and I'll be good to go for the summer!

I love that this far north in the hemisphere one can, as I did tonight, set out on a 90-minute hike at 10 o'clock at night and be back before dark. That's just sweet.

These almost were my trail tunes...

The other day Sugar Mag, who might be the nicest person on this whole interweb dealie... or maybe in the world! put up a cool post with some jazz videos -- Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Wynton Marsalis, and Louis Armstrong with Johnny Cash -- and that post inspired me to start listening to more jazz... daddy-o. There's so much that I'd love to get into my ears... so little time. This one's been sitting and waiting for me to Press Play... so this, and only this, is what I'll be doing as soon as I click Publish.

	Thelonious Monk Alone In San Francisco 1959
Blue Monk Ruby, My Dear Round Lights Everything Happens To Me You Took The Words Right Out Of My Heart Bluehawk Pannonica Remember There's Danger In Your Eyes, Cherie (Take 2) There's Danger In Your Eyes, Cherie (Take 1) Reflections

Solo piano is something I don't think I have ever listened to before this album. I started listening a little bit before Publishing this post and right off the top, Blue Monk is so beautiful... it's really taking me back in time, quite awhile ago, to when I was just a wee little Zoooma child... I'm remembering visits to my Godfather's in Hartsdale, Westchester County, New York, about an hour drive from where I grew up in northern New Jersey.

There in my "Uncle" Frank and "Aunt" Muriel's apartment, during dinner and after when they played bridge and had espresso with my parents, there'd be some quiet background music, from a radio station that played music just like this. Wow. Just wow. I'm so glad I decided to give this a spin! I love remembering Frank & Muriel back in New York. Spent every Christmas with them on the Hudson... but that's a whole nother remembrance for a whole nother day. For now this is just a slice of heaven!

here's the liner notes, from The Thelonious Monk Website:

This is an album created, you might say, by stripping things down to the essentials: a bare hall, recording equipment and one highly talented musician. When that musician is THELONIOUS MONK, it should not be at all surprising that the result is as intriguing and challenging a program as you could hope to get from any jazz combination of any size.

This remarkably creative pianist has often been considered "alone" (sometimes correctly, sometimes not) during the course of a still-expanding career that spans all of modern jazz. Ihelonious was of course a focal point of the "be-bop" revolution of the very early 1940s and he has remained a major force ever since, both through his own work and by his influence on others. There were years when much of the public, most critics and even some musicians left Monk alone, either admitting that he baffled them or claiming that he was merely an over-legendized eccentric. But by the late 1950s, there was widespread recognition of his unique talents (for examples: first place among pianists in the Down Beat Critics Poll and second in their Readers Poll in both 1958 and 1959), and he remained musically alone only in the sense that so highly personal an artist and composer must always remain somewhat apart and totally understandable only (if to anyone) to himself.

Being "alone" in the specific sense of recording by himself is of course a somewhat different matter, but not too different This is Monk's second album of this kind; the first ("Thelonious Himself" -- RLP 12-235) having been recorded two and a half years earlier, before the current acceptance of Monk began to take hold. In the notes to that LP, I commented that it is not always easy for other musicians, no matter how skilled or sympathetic, to "grasp fully or execute perfectly the intricate and demanding patterns that Monk's mind can evolve," so that one special attraction of a solo album is that it presents the pianist in a self-sufficient vein, offering an opportunity "to hear Thelonious as he thinks and sounds when he has chosen to be, temporarily, complete in himself." All this certainly still holds true for 1959 solo Monk, particularly since his now being a much bigger name than he was early in 1957 is both less surprising and less distracting to Thelonious than it is to just about anyone else. Actually, circumstances combined to add several extra degrees of aloneness to this recording, and to make it perhaps an even more striking example of an artist looking into the depths of himself. Monk was making his first visit to San Francisco (a second solo album had been planned for some time; the coincidence that Thelonious and this writer were both in the West Coast city at the same time brought it into being there). In a long, empty meeting hall - acoustically quite good, but rather bizarre-looking, with Monk sitting onstage with banks of ancient, ornate chandeliers for background. In a strange city - when photographer Bill Claxton drove him to various landmarks (including the cable-car setting of the cover photo) during a break in the session, it was Monk's first real view of San Francisco. And, although personal matters generally don't belong in liner notes, it might also be relevant that Thelonious had just had to leave his wife behind in Los Angeles, recuperating from major surgery; and that the first recording session came the afternoon after the opening night of his engagement at the Black Hawk - when, due to varied confusions not of his making, Thelonious had been the only member of his quartet on hand for the first two sets.

To what extent all these varieties of aloneness are reflected on the LP is an open question. What is clear is that Monk is in a predominately lyrical and introspective mood, with quiet emphasis on the blues and also with flashes of his characteristic wry humor. Some of the selections make for interesting comparison with previous recorded versions: Pannonica is now less 'tough', more richly a ballad than in the original quintet version on "Brilliant Corners" (RLP 12-226); Blue Monk is more subdued than in the on-the-job quartet effort on "Thelonious in Action" (RLP 12-262). The latter is one of three blues included here, the other two being new ones: Bluehawk, and Round Lights - this last in honor of those chandeliers! Ruby, My Dear has always been a ballad (he had most recently recorded it with Coleman Hawkins on "Monk's Music"--RLP 12-242), but seems still deeper and firmer as a solo.

The other of his own tunes is the appropriately-titled Reflections; and then there are four standards, two of which (Everything Happens and You Took the Words) are old favorites of Monk's, the sort he often plays solo at the start of a set in a club. Remember is a rather affectionate analysis of the Irving Berlin warhorse. But There's Danger in Your Eyes, Cherie, a 1929 number associated with Harry Richman, is something else again, an unplanned-for and unlikely inclusion. Thelonious came across it while leafing through a folio of old standards, recalled it, and proceeded to have a ball with it, exploring it in search of Monk-ish chords, and generally justifying his comment that "they won't be expecting something like this from me."

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How about a Video?!
(nothing here this time)

So Many Miles Away

Okay... it's now what for me? Morning? I don't especially like sleeping practically all friggin' day long after getting off of work at 9 in the morning. That's what I did. Slept through the afternoon. Slept through evening. Almost 10 o'clock at night finally I'm up and out of bed.

If I stayed awake all day... well, I should stop right there 'cause that wouldn't even be possible with the human body needing sleep. Mine sure did today. Just glad, I am, that it was only college football day. If it was an NFL day, that woulda sucked. But since it was only little girls playing, I didn't miss anything important.

Unfortunately all that sleep meant: No Run. Very bad.

Amount of running, last week of November: So little.

Getting so little exercise: Very bad.

Then to start off December: [shaking my head] ... not good. You can't get exercise from running while asleep. I'm pretty sure that's not possible. So I'm not happy with myself. Ingesting approximately 87,204 calories while burning only a few thousand: Very bad.

Hopefully things will turn around!

Well, how about some tunes then? I think I'll give the following another listen for this post and then by midnight I'll be out in a bar putting away a Guinness or two. Considering I just woke up a little while ago, how about some eggs with that first pint? Breakfast time!



Miles Davis

Decoy

1983







Decoy
Robot 415
Code M.D.
Freaky Deaky
What It Is
That's Right
That's What Happened

Wow. Could this be any further away from the Miles Davis I've listened to in the past? This is so far out there. It makes me wonder if true blue Miles Heads either discount this as real and/or almost never ever listen to it.

Right from the start, Decoy sounds like the score to some early 1980's, quite lame cops and bad guys flick, taking place mainly 'round the streets of downtown Los Angeles, way at night when the pimps, hos, and general lowlifes are out and about.

Through Robot 415 and Code M.D. that heavily synthesized sound continues. To my untrained ears, there's almost no resemblance whatsoever to jazz. Paging Alex Foley.

Finally with Freaky Deaky comes some interesting territory. This is almost similar to Space coming out of Drums in a Grateful Dead show. There's a constant bass line and in Space, nothing's generally constant but here Miles (on synthesizer) and the musicians working with him, explore a cool space sound. Definitely diggable!

What It Is kicks off some funk where "Space" ends. Branford Marsalis is pretty noticeable on this one. He was just a kid, almost, when he worked with Miles around this period of time. He didn't even have an album of his own yet, was a long way from leading the band on The Tonight Show and playing with the Dead. Here he is, blowin' alongside Miles and on his own at times.

That's Right is the closest thing, methinks, to Jazz on this album. And man.... when the guitar (played by John Scofield) starts up, my very first thought was -- what a perfect tune for Jerry Garcia to have played on!!! Mannnn... what a shame that never happened. To have Jerry solo on this one would have been so fantastic, elevating at least this one 11-minute track to pure gold. Oh well. But as far as Miles in the 80's goes, with this album being the only 1980's work of his I've heard, I'd still be willing to bet that this might be one of the best tracks of the decade. It's low on the synthesizer (compared to the rest of the songs) and just nice with Miles and Branford.

After the very nice That's Right, the last track, That's What Happened, just seems out of place to finish it up.

I guess it's worth a listen but I don't know how likely it is that I ever Press Play on this again. Maybe. Ya never know.

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Gettin' Jazzy With Chuck & Snoopy

Really wanted to hear this again before I deleted the files. It's not often after I listen to a rented album that I really wanna buy a copy but this one qualifies for that.

Wynton & Ellis Marsalis

Joe Cool's Blues (1995)

(click any song title to listen free... newly added feature for me, hope it works.)

Linus & Lucy [Radio Edit]
Buggy Ride
Peppermint Patty
On Peanuts Playground
Oh, Good Grief!
Wright Brothers Rag
Charlie Brown
Little Red-Haired Girl
Pebble Beach
Snoopy & Woodstock
Little Birdie
Why, Charlie Brown
Joe Cool's Blues (Snoopy's Return)

I love this album. Wynton and his dad dish up these cool tunes that are so relaxing and just marvelously written and played. Okay, it's not a perfect collection, I wasn't left completely exhilarated... but it's pretty sweet! Ideally this for me is great when I don't want to listen to anything especially loud and rockin', when I kinda wanna just kick back and chill. Would be a great listen on a long plane ride. And I just found a brand new, unopened copy for a buck 30 or perhaps I'll just go used for 75 cents (not including a couple bucks shipping.) Lookin' forward to owning this one!