Ike Quebec. I keep going through the things I’ve
uncovered and saved on my Rdio app.
Here’s a guy I really haven’t heard in a while. This “Soul Samba” album sounds lovely. He’s slow, deliberate and I’m sure was
overlooked in the days of flaming bebop.
Yet this is is logical bridge from Coleman Hawkins over to Sonny
Rollins. I have the volume up and I can
feel Mssr. Quebec’s embouchure
deliberately moving through each warm run.
His bends are so immediate one is tempted to bring the . . .
the
fufukl,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll,,
". . . bring the pillow out and retire for the
evening", perhaps?. Can’t quite tell you
where that thought was heading before I followed Ike off to nod. Not clear what precisely was meant to be
communicated by “fufukl.” I note that I
had a long rest on the comma key which slid up somehow or adjusted itself on to
the “l” key before returning briefly to the comma. Abstract expressionism from the dream world.
Running low on creativity, I made vermicelli with a pesto
sauce and two-dozen meatballs tonight. I
had my older one in mind as I knew she’d like them. But she came home, pleading a bit of a cold
and went straight to bed. She’s up now,
late, and fortunately she devoured the remaining pork and beef balls, as I’d
intended. I made a carrot soup as well,
and strained all the roughage out. Some
parsley, salt, garlic. I was happy with
the outcome. But it was not especially
well received by everyone else, as I moved the untouched bowls to the
sink. Never easy to cook for everyone,
especially on the quick, especially when the audience shifts from pescatarian
to omnivore, with a weekly cadence.
Kenny Burrell is the guitar player on this album and he
keeps doing this deliberate, pronounced low-E string slide that defines this
album as much as any notes of Ike Quebec.
I looked to the album cover thinking it was Grant Green. The picture of the woman on the cover is
unintentionally frightening. The shadows
give her fangs.
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