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Bross Townsend feat. Bubba Brooks 1995

Posted in Bross Townsend, clips, jazz with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 16, 2012 by crownpropeller

In March 1995 my friend Otto went with his friend from school days Aleardo Buzzi to New York. Buzzi was producing jazz records for the swiss record company Claves Records at that time, and Otto had persuaded Buzzi to produce a CD under the leadership of pianist and arranger Bross Townsend. The idea was to feature tenor saxophonist David “Bubba” Brooks (1922–2002, brother of the more well known Tina Brooks) in a set of classic jumping jazz-cum-r’n’b tunes from the 1940s.  Some days or hours before the recording (which took place on march 29 and march 30 1995) Otto was there with his camera when the band rehearsed for what was to becomes Claves Jazz 50-1095, Bross Townsend’s “I Love Jump Jazz”.

From Otto’s footage filmed at the rehearsal I am offering you Bubba Brook’s interpretation of “When I Grow To Old To Dream”.  It could well be that Otto – who is listed as coproducer on the CD sleeve – suggested this tune, as a memory to Arnett Cobb’s famous 1947 two-part-version  for Apollo. I know that Otto loved Cobb’s version, he used to sing along with it every time it was playing. Anyway this posting is not about Cobb but about the great Bubba Brooks, so here we go!

The band consists of: Irving Stokes (tp), Clifford Adams (tb) David “Bubba” Brooks, Reginald Woods (ts) Tom Olen (bar) Bross Townsend (p,arr,ldr) Bob Cunningham (b) and Clyde Lucas or Winard Harper (d)


An Interview with Abdullah Ibrahim (1995)

Posted in Abdullah Ibrahim, clips, Interview with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2012 by crownpropeller

Back in 1995 I had the chance to interview south african pianist Abdullah Ibrahim (formerly known as Dollar Brand), on the day before his concert at the Musik der Welt Festival in Basel. Originally my friend Buffo, who worked as a photographer at that time, and me were to talk to Ibrahim in his hotel room, but because the hotel had noted him down as “Ibrahim Abdullah” they did not realize whom we were trying too reach for about thirty minutes. So we arrived at his room door rather late. Ibrahim was nervous, because his wife Bea Benjamin was due to arrive any minute, so he asked us to come to the rehearsal in Radio Studio Basel later in the day.

A few hours later, after a short verbal hustle with the studio’s doorman we finally met Ibrahim,  who stopped the rehearsal to talk to us for about an hour, while sitting at the piano. Continue reading