I'm grateful for all this great information Kalistofa, MA & FJ. Thanks!
Like I said, I'm a neophyte, so in terms of definition I'm pretty open. I used to go out years ago in Canada with a friend who liked jazz and I loved thespontanious hard edged, sometimes gentle jamming that always struck me as real spontaneous. Sounds that one could close eyes and melt into like the wind in your face as you ride the ferry home.
Im listening to a lot of Miles Davis and cant seem to stop playing Kinda Blue on my MP3 player. I'm learning my way around the styles of all the big names like Coltrane, Monk, Mingus, Stan Getz, Chick Corea and I also love female vocalists like sarah Vaughn & Shirley Horn. Unfortunately, I have no idea about current artists and styles - so I wanna get out more
I also love the blues and was much more familiar with it in my earlier years. Often used to go to old grungy hotel taverns in Edmonton and Calgary - especially the Old Commercial Hotel on White Avenue in Edmonton and The King Edward Hotel (The Eddy) in Calgary - terry cloth table cloths cheap unpasteurised draft beer at 70 cents a glass and excellent music. There were always bikers, students, Indians, and yuppies - social differences often dissolved in the smoke and tunes. You could count on scoring somthing in the cans and a place to enjoy it outside the back doors. Unfortunately The Eddy closed many years ago but there's a movement affot to reopen it. Ifound this great passage about the place in a
Calgary paper:
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I pass the Eddy a half dozen times a week, and no matter what hurry I'm in, I inexplicably slow, often stopping, as I draw near. There are maybe a dozen places in Calgary where I feel a similar pull.
The urge to stop isn't merely a case of an abandoned building being mysterious. An actual sound rises in your ears. In the way that you can suddenly taste a wine you know without uncorking the bottle, or smell a lover who is gone. Loitering in front of the Eddy, as cars clatter past, your body conjures exactly what the bar sounds like inside. A Boston University music professor noted an earthiness and grit--a distinct lack of echo--in the King Eddy sound, a function of wood panelling and insulation and small beatings the building took in the course of a century. One night, Buddy Guy wandered off stage, playing his guitar through the crowd, exploring the room as if it were an instrument, eventually right out onto 4th Street, where he jammed for people passing by.
Kalistofa {L_WROTE}:
My own suggestion would be that if there is a significant number of interested people (12-20 ??), they could try to persuade the people at the Wanch to bring in a jazz combo or similar for 2~3 hours a week, to see if there's any long-term interest.
Count me in! Maybe this thread will catch the eyes of other potential live music fans and we can help to make running a music joint a little easier in HK
