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Jazz scales are something everyone talks about. Chances are, you’ve been told that you need to know dozens of scales to play jazz and that these structures hold the keys to unlocking jazz improvisation.
But what you might not realize is that you don’t need to know a million jazz scales to construct a solid jazz solo and that some are more important than others.
So today, we’re going to get into everything you need to know about jazz scales…
But what you might not realize is that you don’t need to know a million jazz scales to construct a solid jazz solo and that some are more important than others.
So today, we’re going to get into everything you need to know about jazz scales…
Story magic is power magic.
The unreal becomes real.
Words and images give form to all that can be imagined.
The unreal becomes real.
Words and images give form to all that can be imagined.
My phone rang and I snapped. I had just got the class’s attention! I finally got them to look up from their screens, ready to explain how many kids had died to get the cobalt for their damned precious phones.
Thanks Marty. Today we’re going to hear a popular TV theme song recorded at the Craighead Forest Bandshell.
I met Doug Hendrix at the bandshell and soon he was performing there. I got to record him several times. He was from Arkansas and living in Jonesboro but he had spent some time in Nashville working as a songwriter. Beside’s being an amazing songwriter he also plays acoustic guitar, fingerpicking like Chet Atkins or Jerry Reed.
On June 3, 2007, we had a fantastic lineup for Sunday In the Park, Doug Hendrix, George Hinds, Angie Owens, and Ronnie Presley, all fine Arkansas musicians and songwriters.
I met Doug Hendrix at the bandshell and soon he was performing there. I got to record him several times. He was from Arkansas and living in Jonesboro but he had spent some time in Nashville working as a songwriter. Beside’s being an amazing songwriter he also plays acoustic guitar, fingerpicking like Chet Atkins or Jerry Reed.
On June 3, 2007, we had a fantastic lineup for Sunday In the Park, Doug Hendrix, George Hinds, Angie Owens, and Ronnie Presley, all fine Arkansas musicians and songwriters.
This is Hairy Larry inviting you to enjoy Something Blue every Saturday night at ten. This week we’re featuring Bob James, Scott McLemore, and Steve Kahn. For more about the show visit the Something Blue website at sbblues.com.
“Sorry, and you’re from the consolidated what?”
“Consolidated union of Mousers, Templekeepers, Ship mascots and housecats. Mostly the latter these days to be honest. We are representing Princess Fluffykins in this matter.”
“Consolidated union of Mousers, Templekeepers, Ship mascots and housecats. Mostly the latter these days to be honest. We are representing Princess Fluffykins in this matter.”
There's a statue of a woman up on the high cliff. Her eyes fixate on the horizon, her face as still as the rock on which she stands. Moss licks at her feet, grass threatening to mount her legs and pull her down. She burns in the summer and freezes in the winter. Rain lashes her, soaking into her cracks. Her gaze is resolute, motionless, icy. She holds a spear in her hands, long and sharp as the day it was carved. Down below, waves crash at the base of cliff. She stands there, isolated and proud.
She has stood there for centuries or more, watching as the water caresses earth and carries it away so slowly. Bit by bit, the cliff shrinks, the edge drawing ever closer to her heavy feet. Someday, she'll have to choose between taking a single step back or falling. I can almost see her shattering into a million pieces at the base of the cliff, the air snapping up her dust. It'll take centuries before erosion reaches her, but I have every faith she'll still be there. She's waiting for something inevitable. I wish I knew what.
She has stood there for centuries or more, watching as the water caresses earth and carries it away so slowly. Bit by bit, the cliff shrinks, the edge drawing ever closer to her heavy feet. Someday, she'll have to choose between taking a single step back or falling. I can almost see her shattering into a million pieces at the base of the cliff, the air snapping up her dust. It'll take centuries before erosion reaches her, but I have every faith she'll still be there. She's waiting for something inevitable. I wish I knew what.
"How much longer?" asked Marcel.
Anika paused to remove several lock picks from her mouth. "It'll be a while yet. I'm only on number sixty-four."
Anika paused to remove several lock picks from her mouth. "It'll be a while yet. I'm only on number sixty-four."
My cat woke up, did a big stretch, and yawned. Then she hiccoughed, turned into a small dragon, and coughed up a fireball.
"!!!" I said.
"!!!" I said.
DJ Hairy Larry Presents Gary Gazaway Playing Leviathan
From The Archives Of Something Blue 2024-08-11
Thanks Marty, today we’re going to hear a contemporary jazz song recorded at KASU Jazz Thursday.
Gary Gazaway’s “El Buho” band was a popular touring act so it was great to get Gary to play at Jazz Thursday. We were putting on monthly shows at TheArts@311 in downtown Jonesboro and, don’t get me wrong, all the bands that played were great. I feature music from all of these shows on Something Blue and on my podcast, From The Archives Of Something Blue.
But we were really excited to get Gary Gazaway to put together a fusion band to play his compositions for us at Jazz Thursday. Gary has played with everyone, all over the world, from Steve Winwood and Joe Cocker to Phish. And he had great musicians in his band including Victor Wooten and my friend, Dr. Perry Osborne, a Jonesboro guitarist who did his undergraduate work at ASU.
Playing with Gary at Jazz Thursday on June 27, 2013 were
Patrick Fusco – keyboards
Doc Samba – Bass
Pee Wee Jackson – drums
From The Archives Of Something Blue 2024-08-11
Thanks Marty, today we’re going to hear a contemporary jazz song recorded at KASU Jazz Thursday.
Gary Gazaway’s “El Buho” band was a popular touring act so it was great to get Gary to play at Jazz Thursday. We were putting on monthly shows at TheArts@311 in downtown Jonesboro and, don’t get me wrong, all the bands that played were great. I feature music from all of these shows on Something Blue and on my podcast, From The Archives Of Something Blue.
But we were really excited to get Gary Gazaway to put together a fusion band to play his compositions for us at Jazz Thursday. Gary has played with everyone, all over the world, from Steve Winwood and Joe Cocker to Phish. And he had great musicians in his band including Victor Wooten and my friend, Dr. Perry Osborne, a Jonesboro guitarist who did his undergraduate work at ASU.
Playing with Gary at Jazz Thursday on June 27, 2013 were
Patrick Fusco – keyboards
Doc Samba – Bass
Pee Wee Jackson – drums
This is Hairy Larry inviting you to enjoy Something Blue every Saturday night at ten. This week we’re featuring Hypotenuza, Snowflake and ccMixter, UK Jazz Explorers, and Steve Lawson. For more about the show visit the Something Blue website at sbblues.com.
Don’t miss Something Blue, Saturday night at 10:00 PM CST, at kasu.org.
Hypotenuza-Meanwhile in The North Pole
www.jamendo.com/album/501503/meanwhile-in-the-north-pole
Back To Earth – UK Jazz Voyagers
www.jamendo.com/album/174238/back-to-earth
Snowflake & ccMixter-Peace of Winter
www.jamendo.com/album/55877/peace-of-winter
FingerPainting by Steve Lawson and Daniel Berkman
music.stevelawson.net/album/fingerpainting
Don’t miss Something Blue, Saturday night at 10:00 PM CST, at kasu.org.
Hypotenuza-Meanwhile in The North Pole
www.jamendo.com/album/501503/meanwhile-in-the-north-pole
Back To Earth – UK Jazz Voyagers
www.jamendo.com/album/174238/back-to-earth
Snowflake & ccMixter-Peace of Winter
www.jamendo.com/album/55877/peace-of-winter
FingerPainting by Steve Lawson and Daniel Berkman
music.stevelawson.net/album/fingerpainting
The imp was perched on the back of my dining chair.
I groaned and clutched my cereal bowl. I'd forgotten about the pact I'd made the night before in a bout of high spirits and a higher Alcohol By Volume spirit.
I groaned and clutched my cereal bowl. I'd forgotten about the pact I'd made the night before in a bout of high spirits and a higher Alcohol By Volume spirit.
DJ Hairy Larry Presents Hairy Larry Playing Bunnies
From The Archives Of Something Blue 2024-08-04
Thanks Marty. Today we’re going to hear a jazz song played to a rock beat.
During the pandemic I couldn’t play out but I still had to perform so I started livestreaming on twitch. To avoid copyright issues livestreaming I played only originals. After a few months of livestreaming 2 or 3 times a week I had settled in on 16 of my own compositions that I called my streaming repertoire.
I called my stream Hairy Larry Practicing Piano. It turns out that if you practice the same 16 songs week after week for two years you get pretty good at them. I had a routine. I’d record the stream. Then I’d listen back writing the song titles in order and I put a star next to the good takes. Then I’d make a video of the starred songs.
At first I would get two or three songs with stars but later on sometimes they would all be starred. And then I realized I had an album.
From The Archives Of Something Blue 2024-08-04
Thanks Marty. Today we’re going to hear a jazz song played to a rock beat.
During the pandemic I couldn’t play out but I still had to perform so I started livestreaming on twitch. To avoid copyright issues livestreaming I played only originals. After a few months of livestreaming 2 or 3 times a week I had settled in on 16 of my own compositions that I called my streaming repertoire.
I called my stream Hairy Larry Practicing Piano. It turns out that if you practice the same 16 songs week after week for two years you get pretty good at them. I had a routine. I’d record the stream. Then I’d listen back writing the song titles in order and I put a star next to the good takes. Then I’d make a video of the starred songs.
At first I would get two or three songs with stars but later on sometimes they would all be starred. And then I realized I had an album.
This is Hairy Larry inviting you to enjoy Something Blue every Saturday night at ten. This week we’re featuring Suzanne Michell, Roberta Flack, Donny Hathaway, Dianne Reeves, and Mary Halverson. For more about the show visit the Something Blue website at sbblues.com.
Don’t miss Something Blue, Saturday night at 10:00 PM CST, at kasu.org.
Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway – Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway
www.robertaflack.com/
www.npr.org/2010/06/21/127935255/donny-hathaway-neglected-heart-of-soul
Mary Halverson – Amaryllis
www.maryhalvorson.com/
Suzanne Michell Trio Live at Brookland Methodist Church on 2018-11-28
archive.org/details/sm2018-11-28
Dianne Reeves – Beautiful Life
Home
Don’t miss Something Blue, Saturday night at 10:00 PM CST, at kasu.org.
Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway – Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway
www.robertaflack.com/
www.npr.org/2010/06/21/127935255/donny-hathaway-neglected-heart-of-soul
Mary Halverson – Amaryllis
www.maryhalvorson.com/
Suzanne Michell Trio Live at Brookland Methodist Church on 2018-11-28
archive.org/details/sm2018-11-28
Dianne Reeves – Beautiful Life
Home
“STOP! Don’t feed that to the cat. I have to weigh it first.”
“Did you put your CAT on a DIET? That’s mean.”
“No, I’m doing an experiment to prove that cat zoomies are thermodynamically impossible based on their food input.
“Did you put your CAT on a DIET? That’s mean.”
“No, I’m doing an experiment to prove that cat zoomies are thermodynamically impossible based on their food input.
NJHB
New Jazz In Jonesboro
Jonesboro Public Library
Jonesboro, Arkansas
November 5, 2023
Songs
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1 Crates
2 Bella's Blues
3 Candles
4 Interdimensional Lumber
5 Malaysia
Personnel
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Alex Washam - drums
Conley Hunt - percussion
Matt Jackson - bass
Hairy Larry - piano and vocals
Jeremy Jackson - guitar
New Jazz In Jonesboro
Jonesboro Public Library
Jonesboro, Arkansas
November 5, 2023
Songs
---
1 Crates
2 Bella's Blues
3 Candles
4 Interdimensional Lumber
5 Malaysia
Personnel
---
Alex Washam - drums
Conley Hunt - percussion
Matt Jackson - bass
Hairy Larry - piano and vocals
Jeremy Jackson - guitar
MixRemix On Anonradio - From The Creative Commons Jazz Library - 2024-08-02
jazz.mixremix.cc
26:42
Nelson Jenstad-How To Buy A TV
https://www.jamendo.com/album/92697/how-to-buy-a-tv
CC BY-SA
18:37
Gavin Gamboa-Mama's Hands
https://gavingamboa.bandcamp.com/album/mamas-hands
CC BY-NC-SA
56:27
Dead Horse by Charts and Maps
https://lostchildren.bandcamp.com/album/dead-horse
CC BY-NC-ND
32:45
Serge Quadrado-Urban
https://www.jamendo.com/album/458069/urban
CC BY-NC-ND
41:12
Pharmacopia-One To Many
https://www.jamendo.com/album/462752/one-to-many
CC BY-NC-ND
19:14
NJHB Live at HairyLarryLand on 2018-07-28
https://archive.org/details/hl2018-07-28
CC-BY
jazz.mixremix.cc
26:42
Nelson Jenstad-How To Buy A TV
https://www.jamendo.com/album/92697/how-to-buy-a-tv
CC BY-SA
18:37
Gavin Gamboa-Mama's Hands
https://gavingamboa.bandcamp.com/album/mamas-hands
CC BY-NC-SA
56:27
Dead Horse by Charts and Maps
https://lostchildren.bandcamp.com/album/dead-horse
CC BY-NC-ND
32:45
Serge Quadrado-Urban
https://www.jamendo.com/album/458069/urban
CC BY-NC-ND
41:12
Pharmacopia-One To Many
https://www.jamendo.com/album/462752/one-to-many
CC BY-NC-ND
19:14
NJHB Live at HairyLarryLand on 2018-07-28
https://archive.org/details/hl2018-07-28
CC-BY
Vincent was a misfit; he stood 5’2” fully erect, he was rather overweight and his scalp clung on grimly to what little hair he had left. Nature hadn’t dealt him a good hand but he’d played it well and was quite a successful engineer. He sat at the table by the door of the coffee shop. It was draughty and most customers sat elsewhere, allowing him the privacy he desired. He nervously tapped the plastic spoon on his cup as his eyes darted up and down the street outside. The door swung open causing a wintery draught. A short, plump, spotty man invited himself to sit at Vincent’s table and glowered at him.
“Well?” The man asked.
“Well what?”
“How’s it gone? You’ve been here for five orbits; what are your conclusions?
“I like them.” Vincent answered bashfully.
“You weren’t sent here to like them; you were sent here to study, reconnoitre, to pave the way for our Invasion.”
“I’m not sure if we should, it doesn’t seem right.”
“Well?” The man asked.
“Well what?”
“How’s it gone? You’ve been here for five orbits; what are your conclusions?
“I like them.” Vincent answered bashfully.
“You weren’t sent here to like them; you were sent here to study, reconnoitre, to pave the way for our Invasion.”
“I’m not sure if we should, it doesn’t seem right.”
I remember the first time I saw you, riding across the plain towards my castle walls. Your pennant flew behind you, a red phoenix on a black field, the matching crimson plume of your helm rippling in the wind.
Your armies gathered at your back.
Watching from the ramparts, I knew you were a foe to be reckoned with. I had heard tales, of course, but it was different seeing you with my own eyes: the easy way you sat your horse, the breadth of your shoulders in your black armor. Yet our walls had never been breached, and you—even you—would not succeed. I ordered the women and children inside the keep, but I kept my gaze trained on you just as yours was on me.
The Ghosts Haunting the New Mill at the Innerste River
The new mill[1] at the Innerste river within the Upper Harz region is said to be haunted. It is believed that the cause for this are the old possessions of the papacy which were destroyed when the mill was built. For there used to be a monastery where the mill stands now. And when the mill was built during Protestant times, the ghosts of the old monks grabbed the workers by their feet and pranked them constantly. Furthermore, at one particular location a small flame was burning, and a fat monk - a ghost - was visible the entire day. This ghost pointed towards the spot where the flame burned throughout the day. Finally, the workers - who did not know where else to turn, and furthermore suspected that treasures were buried here - fetched a Catholic priest[2] and asked what ought to be done here. After the priest had observed the activities of the ghost for a while, he said: “Yes, a lot of things are here, and for this reason the ghosts cannot rest.” He now had the workers dig at the spot where the flame burned according to his instructions, and there they found a thrice-locked chest which was surely filled with money. But the priest said that he would have to take the chest home and speak many prayers over it before the money could be taken out. Thus, they transported the chest to his home on a wagon pulled by four horses, and the four horses were barely able to move the chest from the spot. When the priest did not bring the money within the chest back to the new mill at the appointed time, the workers went to the priest’s home. There, they found out that the priest had gone away, but the chest had been left behind. When they finally opened it, there was nothing inside except for a single red pfennig coin.[3] The priest had quietly taken out the rest and sent it ahead to a destination where he himself had planned to go.
The new mill[1] at the Innerste river within the Upper Harz region is said to be haunted. It is believed that the cause for this are the old possessions of the papacy which were destroyed when the mill was built. For there used to be a monastery where the mill stands now. And when the mill was built during Protestant times, the ghosts of the old monks grabbed the workers by their feet and pranked them constantly. Furthermore, at one particular location a small flame was burning, and a fat monk - a ghost - was visible the entire day. This ghost pointed towards the spot where the flame burned throughout the day. Finally, the workers - who did not know where else to turn, and furthermore suspected that treasures were buried here - fetched a Catholic priest[2] and asked what ought to be done here. After the priest had observed the activities of the ghost for a while, he said: “Yes, a lot of things are here, and for this reason the ghosts cannot rest.” He now had the workers dig at the spot where the flame burned according to his instructions, and there they found a thrice-locked chest which was surely filled with money. But the priest said that he would have to take the chest home and speak many prayers over it before the money could be taken out. Thus, they transported the chest to his home on a wagon pulled by four horses, and the four horses were barely able to move the chest from the spot. When the priest did not bring the money within the chest back to the new mill at the appointed time, the workers went to the priest’s home. There, they found out that the priest had gone away, but the chest had been left behind. When they finally opened it, there was nothing inside except for a single red pfennig coin.[3] The priest had quietly taken out the rest and sent it ahead to a destination where he himself had planned to go.