"PS, This will most likely be moved to the everything else forum"
Thanks for alerting the refs. I posted this in the wrong forum, and spent days wondering why it hadn't picked up ANY traffic. [bangs head repeatedly on desk]
I stopped the vid at 0:55 of a 19:00 minute mini-doc after hearing the words: "Join us- as we dig into the genius of Art Blakey. "
I'll come back to the vid, and respond again to your post with other observations. But, for a minute, I hope you (and the rest of The Pound) allow me to drop down a memory hole.
1981-2.
Lima Symph rehearsal is done. I cruise over to By's crib on Haller St.
Beers, Blunts. The usual, for that time: spin vinyl, talk s# about the work day... and then he says: "Hey- Art Blakey is playing in Dayton next month."
We clocked the date. ROOOOAD TRIIIIIP!!!
Night of the gig: Gilly's Jazz Bar in Dayton.
Art Blakey takes the stage with young bloods the same age as myself & Byron. They are all dressed in tailored suits- in the Jazz Tradition. Art rolls up behind his kit- in a B&W horizonal tight-fitting tee shirt, beneath a worn-out-looking set of bib coveralls. Dude was in his 60's- and was cut/ripped. The band torched the house to ash.
Band took a break.
Byron & I bought drinks for the trumpet and sax players in the Jazz Messengers Band. Those 2 guys:
Wynton and Branford Marsalis. During the only year they shared under Mr. Blakey's band name/umbrella.
Yup.
Byron & I were part of the moment when Jazz lightning was caught in a bottle.
Thanks for allowing me this memory lane moment.
I'll now go back- and watch the rest of your vid.
best,
clemdawg.