tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51393076373554082352024-02-20T04:04:33.243-06:00Outcast Jazz Band - A Gig DiaryThe life and times of Chicago's favorite big band swingers.Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-83725193731417942302010-07-15T15:58:00.000-05:002010-07-15T15:58:52.362-05:00Saturday, June 20 - Chicago SummerDance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJb-8qA_akvEN7XtGmY75rbvTwaGMma3Wzlc0YxtSILdstPdw5c985iHWT8701y125wqgUQbgk3luzHRT3Lm6sPJNee5XuBntH88vUNse8S0M9pDEqIrpVrMwOLc1BE66_uyVS4q4JdhU/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJb-8qA_akvEN7XtGmY75rbvTwaGMma3Wzlc0YxtSILdstPdw5c985iHWT8701y125wqgUQbgk3luzHRT3Lm6sPJNee5XuBntH88vUNse8S0M9pDEqIrpVrMwOLc1BE66_uyVS4q4JdhU/s200/6.jpg" width="200" /></a>OK, its time to get back into the swing of this! I've been lazy about posting the minutia of all our gigs. So I hereby declare us 'back in the saddle', with notes from our performance on opening weekend of the City of Chicago's SummerDance Series. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This has to be the coolest gig on our yearly calendar. Astute readers of these notes might recall that last year's performance at Navy Pier was prematurely cancelled because of some wicked bad storms that passed thru. We were sorely disappointed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This year, the wicked bad storms blew thru on Friday night. Saturday was about as perfect as perfect can be. Clear, blue skies, no humidity, nothing but sunshine and the backdrop this great city of ours. The only drawback was the travel situation. Not only was there a Puerto Rican Day Parade going on downtown, but Soldier Field was hosting The Eagles and the Dixie Chicks less than a mile away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSkiyqhrmIQVIt3bMN1ONi-O3g_qEG7oNc8voCw8FjWp_cZPn5OTBi961yY0PXgWJujVt49xTKAijmPU1I2ZkGgUqt33wZt_JZP8RFIV3q203AdBSbOVdiBBvqn3Wljue1TtLcQ2pOpVd/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSkiyqhrmIQVIt3bMN1ONi-O3g_qEG7oNc8voCw8FjWp_cZPn5OTBi961yY0PXgWJujVt49xTKAijmPU1I2ZkGgUqt33wZt_JZP8RFIV3q203AdBSbOVdiBBvqn3Wljue1TtLcQ2pOpVd/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /></a>While our favorite dance instructors, Riley and Margot, gave a one hour jitterbug lesson, we followed tradition and made our way across the street to Kitty O'Shea's for some preshow imbibing. By the time we got rolling at 7:30pm, the park was packed with dancers of all ages.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1k-igK6v6JQ1c4Ov_I_w-unT9GPDy6c3V7ybWt3wvu9BpMKj4egey_edmB65UMsHYDGi-6AKxUb7yxVlNYotKj_3yvlhcoDxJkLwKgAXZ1d_XnjIiurvG8YO-wnqT2eyDDgilVMuqJvj/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1k-igK6v6JQ1c4Ov_I_w-unT9GPDy6c3V7ybWt3wvu9BpMKj4egey_edmB65UMsHYDGi-6AKxUb7yxVlNYotKj_3yvlhcoDxJkLwKgAXZ1d_XnjIiurvG8YO-wnqT2eyDDgilVMuqJvj/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /></a>How will this gig be remembered ten years from now? Probably by describing the hectic moments during our introduction. As our host Carlos Tortelerro from the City of Chicago Dept of Cultural Affiars is introducing us, our lovely Megan starts waving that her piano is dead. Just like that. 10 seconds to downbeat and we have no piano. Now Megan, being the professional that she is, actually brought a <i>spare piano </i>to the gig because, in her words, "the FP-8 was acting funny the other night". In moves right out of a Nascar pitstop, we had those pianos swapped out with the absolute minimum of stalling from Carlos.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Chicago Tribune posted some great pictures on their Metromix site. <a href="http://chicago.metromix.com/events/photogallery/photos-chicago-summerdance-festival/2018164/content">See them here.</a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><u><br />
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</u></b></div>SET 1</u></b><br />
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I Can't Stop Loving You, Let The Good Times Roll, L-O-V-E, Pennsylvania 6-5000, Beyond the Sea, Choo Choo Ch' Boogie, The Very Thought of You, Main Stem, Why Don’t You Do Right, Blues in Frankie's Flat, Lady Is A Tramp, More, Mack the Knife</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><u>SET 2</u></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyday I Have The Blues, Boogie Blues, Undecided, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, Corner Pocket, American Patrol, Ain't That A Kick In The Head, Straighten Up and Fly Right, Sway, Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby, It Should've Been Me, Caldonia </div> Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-36952571972689685052010-02-03T14:10:00.004-06:002010-02-22T10:33:02.981-06:00Monday, Feb 2, 2010 Hackneys<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Great couple of sets tonight, and another full house of listeners. Again, we spent the practice polishing up stuff we've already introduced. Oh, and there seems to be trumpet..... ah never mind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Artistry in Boogie, Satin Doll, That’s My Style, Caribbean Clipper, The Man I Love, Things Ain't What They Used To Be, Pick Yourself Up, Undecided, Only You, Please Don’t Talk About Me,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mack the Knife</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></u></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Basie, Straight Ahead, Corner Pocket, A-Tisket A-Tasket, Tenor Madness, Drum Boogie, Boogie Blues, Stolen Moments, Cheek to Cheek, Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, Alright OK</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-68562244746518671362010-01-12T11:29:00.003-06:002010-02-04T14:53:48.511-06:00Monday, January 11, 2010 Hackneys<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes its just a smokin band, and a smokin set, and a happy, appreciative audience. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Technically we played no new charts, but we went thru to start polishing up the ones we've introduced this year.</span></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></u></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 1</b></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />C Jam Blues, Shiny Stockings, Opus One, That Old Black Magic, Makin Whoopie, Cottontail, Travelin Light, 720 In the Books, It Had To Be You, Nice n Easy, Every Day I Have The Blues</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 2</b></span></u></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Salt Peanuts, Let The Good Times Roll, Main Stem, Almost Like Being in Love, Stella By Starlight</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Come Rain Or Come Shine, Flight of the Foo Bird, You're Nobody Till Somebody, On The Street, Eager Beaver, Do Nothin Till you Hear From Me.</span></div><div><br /></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-43067143787500937662009-12-09T10:47:00.006-06:002010-01-04T13:09:28.313-06:00Dec 7, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had a great band in the house tonight, and the Christmas Spirit is slowly creeping into our bells. Talk about your serious trumpet sections, we not only had Terry Connell, but Kirk Garrison as well. Mercy. As promised in last month's post, Filthy McNasty made a comeback and was resplendent in its groovieness.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Gina Knight sat in as 1st Drum call extraordinairre, and swang hard, baby. Vince, Ed and Claudia got to pull out their once a year vocal trio, Santa Claus, Baby.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 1</b></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">O Christmas Tree, Down For Double, I'm Beginning To See The Ligh, '720' in the Books, Christmas Time Is Here, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Sway, Perdido, Nice n Easy, More</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 2</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Jingle Bell Jazz, Santa Claus Baby, Boogie Blues, 9:20 Special, Just In Time, Jersey Bounce, Filthy McNasty, Why Don’t You Do Right, Our Love Is Here To Stay, Choo Choo Ch Boogie, Roseland Shuffle</span></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-44912044967721314382009-11-09T11:10:00.005-06:002009-12-09T10:49:16.677-06:00Nov 5, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To our great amusement, things got off to a rocky start tonight. While the band opened with a nice deep swingin <i><b>Splanky</b></i>, our guitarist Rob decided to start his night with <i><b>A Train</b></i>, which didn't really work too well. <b><i>A Train</i></b> changes over a <b><i>Splanky</i></b> intro sounds "all messed up and stuff". We all got a good laugh and moved on to the aforementioned <i><b>A Train</b></i>, where pianist Meg promptly played the old Nestico arrangment instead of the new and improved one. So instead of the nice piano intro everyone knows and loves, we got a thundering whole note. I tell the guys to turn in old charts when we replace them, but no one listens. Time to clean the books out. And while I'm at it, what the hell is it with <i><b>Filthy McNasty</b></i>? We've tried to play this chart every month for half the year, but it keeps changing numbers and disappearing from books. Its like some evil force is saying "oh no you don't'. As God is my witness, <i>this chart will be performed in December</i>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The joint was jumpin and all tables were filled, which is always nice. The group from Arlington Heights made another drive out to hear us, God bless 'em, and OJDrummer #2 Gina Knight even came out for the hang. She brought with her a young man visiting from Germany. She sat in for a few numbers, and really sounded great on <b><i>Cottontail.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Splanky, A Train, Orange Colored Sky, Rockabye Basie, Come Rain Or Come Shine, Shortstop, Sophisticated Lady, Pick Yourself Up, You Don’t Know Me, Please Don’t Talk About Me, On The Street</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />I Can't Stop Loving You, Every Day I Have The Blues, Sing Sing, Cottontail, The Very Thought of You, I Could Write A Book, Come Fly With Me, Big Spender</span></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-31809406564031401262009-10-11T12:07:00.017-05:002009-10-16T15:07:14.769-05:00October 9 , 2009 - Ritz Carlton Chicago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxt4IbbwLz3vS0eKzIEuPxAC1YOEDOLVz-LXprtSbq66_2vreD7wV3nf7k3-dkUdOdLqcx5Rnc3-TnPK-3KPEKSVTZ9g61ujXth7s5blPGDGGNZqHbPtbtta167VlGdhnt2_62AXH6TjAx/s1600-h/OJB+Cf.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxt4IbbwLz3vS0eKzIEuPxAC1YOEDOLVz-LXprtSbq66_2vreD7wV3nf7k3-dkUdOdLqcx5Rnc3-TnPK-3KPEKSVTZ9g61ujXth7s5blPGDGGNZqHbPtbtta167VlGdhnt2_62AXH6TjAx/s320/OJB+Cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391908824671271282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Ritz Carlton is a wonderfully run venue, with a great, attentive staff who work hard to make the experience a pleasant one. That being said, it is still the absolute worst load in ever. We complain every time we come here, but it is what is. This time around, the equipment transportation/load-in/set-up responsibilities fell to Vince and John because Chris went to Disney.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">V & J, being the rock solid dependable folk that they are, left at 4:15pm, hoping to get there at 5:30, after telling the catering staff they'd be there at 5:45, and contracting for a 6:30pm arrival. Get all that? Traffic and rain made travel just brutal, so we got there at 6:45. Thats right, 2 and a half hours to get from Orland to downtown. After a frantic set up, following 4 trips thru the bowels of the Ritz (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LW5Fdq7vl5c">video here</a>), Vince & John retired to the employee locker room, where John enjoyed a refreshing shower before returning to the ballroom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As always, the Cystic Fibrosis people put on a great event. WGN's Jackie Bange was the mistress with the mostest, and was a charming emcee. This year's crowd was very lively and hung out all the way thru midnight. Gina Knight rocked the house on drums, Chris Gorcik brought in a beautiful wooden electric upright bass, and the bone section featured the tandem sub duo of Rich and April. We were on, chart after chart, no fillers - relentless swing baby, and the crowd loved it. I will say this, this sort of gig tells me that the Monday night rehearsals are worth it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So, back to the equipment truck. Vince took a calculated risk and left the truck parked down in the loading area of the Ritz. It was tucked away in an inconspicuous spot, but illegally parked nonetheless. No worries, we came down and found the truck where we left it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We should have left well enough alone. But no. So we finished loading out at around 1am. Vince, John and Ed decide it had been awhile since a visit to our old haunt, the <b>South Loop Club</b>. We had several delicious beverages and a nice order of cheese fries. Vince played some <i>Little Feat</i> on the jukebox, and then we left. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeggFmy-ufCfuvQzPp6nmRA13SwyPRrHJ4HZ5gaXVamgb2Pg6TZbSvjcCstK6EQmLXZzqiS2ghKLxZLt4UafKHcPq9Jv6q5XzMg_C-jxPCQliyRm4urRHc4D16xMj4vt1hEWq0h3s6T8F/s320/oj+towed.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391915077170594546" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The truck is gone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hilarity ensues as John and Vince realize that the truck, and all the equipment, is gone, and start yelling for Ed, who has walked off the other way. One thing about Outcasts, we are a silver lining lot, so instead bemoaning the fact that we'd been towed, we looked on the bright side and talked about how thankful we were that the truck wasn't stolen. Thanks to Ed for driving us to 17th and Western. Here we see Vince at 2:20am, asking for the <i>'1st Tow Free'</i> special. The clerk was not amused. Talk about a buzz killer.</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-69016221061479501002009-10-06T10:56:00.005-05:002009-10-08T10:38:54.374-05:00October 5, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Its good to be back, people! Good to be back! We only took the month of September off, but it seemed much longer. Very nice to have young Ms Knight back in the Monday night fold, however temporary it may be. Our thoughts go out to her worthy constituent, Steve Hawk, who underwent back surgery last week. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We played some really challenging material tonight, most notably <b><i>'Tickle Toe'</i></b> and <b><i>'Perdido</i></b>'. <b>Tickle Toe</b> has a wicked, wicked sax soli that we're going to nail eventually. It'll make a great opener. Basie's <b><i>Down for Double</i></b> worked out very well, although the bass part was missing a measure or two. And Perdido, well we got to open up on Perdido. <b>Rob Zetl </b>brought home a serious couple of choruses on guitar, and was matched by<b> Terry</b><b> Connell </b>and <b>Bruce Gibson</b> on trumpet and tenor sax respectively. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Near the end of the night, the pretty waitresses were left in charge of the building, at which point they became convinced that there was a knife wielding intruder hiding in the back of the kitchen, because they kept hearing noises. We left, so I hope that turned out ok for them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 1</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Artistry in Boogie, Shiny Stockings, Why Don’t You Do Right, 9:20 Special, I'm Beginning To See The Light, Meditation, I Only Have Eyes For You, Down For Double, Best Is Yet To Come, I Get A Kick Out Of You, More, Moten Swing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 2</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tickle Toe, Almost Like Being in Love, Perdido, Boogie Blues, Sway, Lean Baby, Cheek to Cheek, Alright OK</span></div></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-51243904869578136742009-09-11T16:20:00.021-05:002009-09-13T21:35:09.513-05:00Sept 5, 2009 - River East Arts Center<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk1pV1J-Qyq5XpZGaMgjaPAdVmXTLwmD195GxY9IIcE1tLx_y5CYYFkbLdUMqyZxmX7Pp7FHfhTsNO88U1OGiT0yX2w_m9Ns5GwpmwST5-VZf5CCSkTEd9lin1uryzM5gSsdcsHTYWEcK/s1600-h/DSCF0386.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk1pV1J-Qyq5XpZGaMgjaPAdVmXTLwmD195GxY9IIcE1tLx_y5CYYFkbLdUMqyZxmX7Pp7FHfhTsNO88U1OGiT0yX2w_m9Ns5GwpmwST5-VZf5CCSkTEd9lin1uryzM5gSsdcsHTYWEcK/s320/DSCF0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798363702586498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This one had us a bit worried. The </span><a href="http://www.rivereastartcenter.com/events-private.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">River East Arts Center</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> is a beautiful facility right on the River Walk in downtown Chicago, however the main room is filled with marble and glass, and there's two levels but no ceiling between them - so it's just a big open space. We were certain the sound would be bouncing all over the place.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The evening started at 4:30p as Chris and Vince arrived with the equipment. There is a combo for the cocktails and dinner. Dinner and dancing will be downstairs, cocktails will be upstairs and out on the patio overlooking the river. To accommodate the multiple locations for cocktails, Vince and Chris had to run a speaker up one level, down a short hallway and out a window. No sweat. Actually, a lot of sweat, but it was a humid day. We got the small group up and running just in time, and Bruce Gibson played a wicked sax.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The first dance was sung by the bride's good friend. She did a karaoke version of 'At Last', and she did a pretty good job for karaoke. The 18 of us just smiled and looked good while she sang.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIraQ6Q6I-pJXwN_ZT9vBOfEluBy_xA0FjCIkIEVPFK9WikIA8TLtE7URU954bvEHrr20pEhtC1f8qBHfWtzwYbmuQKr9TDxUMFpkKh5ymW0nIXNwBz2GzViplw3b8C_AxNY_3gq49RTmu/s320/ojb+drumbook.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380800876322354690" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b>Gina vs the Drum Book:</b></span> I know this has been brought up before, but Gina has some sort of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">aversion to putting her music back in order. <i>Its like pulling teeth</i>. Usually her Ma Lu-Lu does it, but</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">with Ma not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">makin</span>' the scene, what's a girl to do? So here we are, breaking down at the end of the night, and I look over to see an obviously inebriated gentleman rifling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thru</span> a music folio. For a moment I think I am witnessing some sort of weird robbery, or a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">drunk's</span> quest for a souvenir, but then it occurs to me: HE'S PUTTING MUSIC AWAY, NOT TAKING IT! And he's unsteady with a Heineken at his side. So I'm on it. "Really, Gina? Really?" She laughs and shrugs. GA! GK, it's really not that hard! If we play number 49 in the book, it needs to be put back between numbers 48 and 50. Seriously, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">c'mon</span>! I've never seen a wedding guest called into action in that manner before. Look at the picture. You <i>know</i> he's thinking to himself, "How the hell did i get talked into <i>this</i>?". And look at the look on the waiter's face. He's thinking the exact same thing. All in all, though, it was a good gig in a good facility with a great staff.</span></div><br /></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-76419315209586197852009-08-31T15:45:00.021-05:002009-09-12T23:03:57.690-05:00August 30, 2009 - Frankfort Concert on the Green<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJSSDQMDpqTagpzjSaLZHNSN5gv7JUE6WY2Vb3r4HpJ41gTg7U-cOarcqozb06zF_WHYde6p4MdZsVXlfVFdosI-ihGUHr-NFkEXrG2Tgm5EZzKAc9dFvRo33fcVlDcZrT_-89X9BpDZN/s1600-h/OJB+Summer+09.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJSSDQMDpqTagpzjSaLZHNSN5gv7JUE6WY2Vb3r4HpJ41gTg7U-cOarcqozb06zF_WHYde6p4MdZsVXlfVFdosI-ihGUHr-NFkEXrG2Tgm5EZzKAc9dFvRo33fcVlDcZrT_-89X9BpDZN/s200/OJB+Summer+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051827741311826" /></a><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Not much to say about this little shin dig. We've been closing the <em><strong>Frankfort Concert Series</strong></em> for 22 years now, and its always an adventure. The sound up on stage was horrendous (outdoor performances are the worst!), but apparently it sounded great from the crowd side. People raved and, as Vince said during the show, we brought out our 'A' game for the people of Frankfort. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">After defending himself the night before by stating he'd 'only been late to the Frankfort show once in 22 years', <strong>Peter <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><strong>McCormack</strong> was late. Flat tire coming from the Mother-in-Law's. Yup. And to top it off, he specifically requested that we perform Count Basie's</span></strong></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYrbFCXc2hgS2TFuitwjNvoCTpCyld1fwG2Rbfw_19FJPFDPHQiQzftj1PBFaHVmRUB4GS_Z_JBh9XOssO5CN9BYmGnvFM9atuwLF567mdQORw36d8CQ0NAiTqekxAJxXzZzt2NYHX7VV/s320/DSCF0370.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380795783184222322" /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"> <em>'Queen Bee'</em> for his daughter Brigid, who is his Queen Bee. He arrived as we were playing it. D'oh!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">John Ruf and Joey Rossi showed up in street clothes, so while the rest of us were resplendent in </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">our classic blacks, they looked silly. And three quarters of the trumpet section showed up, like, 3 minutes before downbeat. What the hell is up with that? </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">It was nice to have Stacy Williams-Jackson playing bass with us again. She's the Music Dept chair at Lincoln-Way Central, so she's a local fave. Now her kids can totally make fun of her for playing old people music.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0iInJ20N-FqytNTIX4SeWKWYAIoKMVSE-ytjn2UhqnQAXHyGvJm9rqLIbJjZAI-VhhhZBGM7gZ4QKFltv-cnE-v4SwER9Fr1KGg2z_IkoZpuqilThWdn4kRSdOWc807447Jk0djT8roc/s200/Vince+%26+Keegan.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051439414850818" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;">Vince's youngest son, Keegan, decided to join his dad on stage for the last number, 'Late In the Evening', and had the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand as he waved and smiled from his dad's arms while Dad sang.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">1 Big Set<br /></span>Kick In The Head, Jumpin at the Woodside, The Queen Bee, LOVE. Intermission Riff, The Very Thought of You, String of Pearls, Fly Me To the Moon, Is You Is, Mack the Knife, Almost Like Being In Love, Pennsylvania 6500, Straighten Up and Fly Right, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, One Mint Julep, This Can't Be Love, Choo Choo 'Ch Boogie, It Should've Been Me, American Patrol, Big Noise From Winnetka, The Lady Is A Tramp, Moondance, Late in the Evening</div></span></div><div> </div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-37283268464557718322009-08-27T10:56:00.008-05:002009-09-15T22:19:01.284-05:00August 26, 2009 - Wednesday Night SMACK DOWN!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mercy, that was fun! It was the annual no holds barred, bare knuckle, knock down, drag out battle of the big bands, as we traded swinging sets all night with the venerable Brass <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Trax</span></span> Big Band. Tom Fox's merry bunch of blowers plays at Hackney's every Wednesday night, along with special guests (us tonight). </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxKQ0atYC0HCebhbP0OLzLZ-nguVUaHAutlk2xd4xXpcv9PDJYNe5KTRKfGjNsn_C6W5K3eJ00_iV3qjw-bwTreYaZ7sSBzGnr-m6bbZ-y3UzEt6TwuAqo2JS86IyXzJIvnSozbLUPhhk/s320/DSCF0312.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381899174380444706" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gorski</span></span> in the house, but he refuses to have anything more than three beers. Nancy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OJBAlum</span></span> crawls out of the woodwork - Daniel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Deacy</span></span>, tenor Sax from WAY back - now sporting a cool old fashioned Irish moustache and a penchant for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Guinness</span>, me thinks. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Brass <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Trax</span></span> blew serious chops all night - most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">notably</span> a Gordon Goodwin chart called (Something) IV. Gotta find that one. Kudos to Steve Hawk and Keith Brady, who both pulled double duty in the rhythm section, on drum and bass <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">respectively</span>. I suppose if we had to chose a highlight, it would be the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">reemergence</span> of 'Late In The Evening', a chart that has fallen by the wayside as we work <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thru</span></span> rhythm section <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">personnel</span> changes. Here's hoping that one stays - we nailed it pretty good.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Rumor has it Phil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Enns</span></span> and Keith <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bauman</span></span> closed the place down around 2a. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OJB</span></span> likes that. Thumbs up! And god bless those sassy waitresses. They are fun and attentive to our needs as a band with an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">unquenchable</span> thirst.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Set 1</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div>Let The Good Times Roll, Don’t Be That Way, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, American Patrol, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Travelin</span></span> Light, Main Stem, I Only Have Eyes For You, Come Fly With Me, Caledonia</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Set 2</span></b></div><div>Every Day I Have The Blues, Intermission Riff, Route 66, The Very Thought Of You, Big Noise From <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Winnetka</span></span>, Lady Is A Tramp, Is You Is My Baby, Late In The Evening</div></span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-4183449086684950502009-08-10T10:18:00.008-05:002009-08-10T12:18:55.365-05:00August 3, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Maybe it was a full moon? Certainly not the Blue Moons! We've had better sessions, but that's kind of the point. Sometimes the charts just don't work (Blue Monk), sometimes its best to let them fade off and disappear (Bizet Has His Day), and sometimes they play themselves like butter (Everyday I Have The Blues).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3HbV52hQinlVjHL5-4UkVQZMAewfTSnL8ZwNQTAjK0swX35b34tb7zFoDseERmXKYPah2bxVypcHfB6siwHJxHmo9bJZFgswQgH4UwZ5dV_TYSbXlSCeW8jNJkSWfAfJ31aTb49qUeji/s200/Haackney's+Aug+09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385136133863586" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Claudia's 'Pick Yourself Up' sounded much better the second time around. And Tisket Tasket also seems to have found its groove. Finally!<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There was a little tension in the rhythm section tonight, and tempos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> fluctuated as the battle played itself out. Also, we had 5, count 'em 5, trumpets in the house, which left Terry Connell on the sidelines for parts of the first set, and that just ain't right! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Special note to Alex Blomarz - chicks dig bald heads. So now that the chemo treatments are done, you might want to consider making this an everyday look.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfvRDui5f2_l4A6KDNBk4hEtxDZId-SvHuBR7Mx9KK8SzjH43LGgxqT1wXp8_KoCreMSu0HF1w0Fb4th3bNYx3-YKhLgzOjb8iITVPR8EJyVkFKqVf1eX4PE_5PUhv2ueUE9MzSU0PAVX/s200/OJB+Alex.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385697884653506" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was Blue Moon. Hackney's waitresses are the best!<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />St Louis Blues March, 9:20 Special. Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, Little Brown Jug, Pick Yourself Up, Bizet Has His Day, Lady Is A Tramp, Blue Monk, Come Fly With Me, Just In Time, Mack The Knife</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></span></b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Every Day I Have The Blues, Big Noise From Winnetka, A Tisket A Tasket, Shorty George, Sun Valley Jump, Route 66 Vox, Hot Toddy, I Only Have Eyes For You, I Could Write A Book, Let The Good Times Roll</span></div></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-68436963899997908062009-07-16T15:53:00.005-05:002009-07-17T23:08:57.427-05:00July 13, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There was something in the air that night, oh lord, oh lord. Can't quite put my finger on it, but there was a certain electricity. The house was as close to full as it has ever been, and the people were geniunely excitied - coming up and talking, dropping names and compliments. Vince was just back from Mexico, Rob was complaining about being a 13 year sub, Chuck Clarke reappeard with his two daughters in tow, MaryBeth Clark and Bonnie Blomarz were in the house, things were simply popping.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Rich Clark sat in for the second set on lead trombone and, in continuing our tradition of throwing OJBkids into the frying pan, Chuck Clarke's 13 year old daughter Robyn sat in on trumpet for the second set openner, Leap Frog.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was Blue Moon.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b>Set 1</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Artistry in Boogie, Lean Baby, That’s My Style, Meditation, Pick Yourself Up, Sun Valley Jump, Tampico, Mambo #5, Nice n Easy, Please Don’t Talk About Me, Beyond the Sea, Moten Swing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Set 2</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Leapfrog, Salt Peanuts, Boogie Blues, Who Me?, Sway, Caribbean Clipper, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You, Let The Good Times Roll, Mercy Mercy Mercy</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-81773283262792083832009-06-28T11:37:00.030-05:002009-06-30T21:49:02.855-05:00June 27, 2009 - The Carlisle in Lomard<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, we had ample material for an amusing blog post by the time load-in and set-up was complete, so take that for what its worth! I don't even know where to start with this one, so let's begin with some back story. Last August, we received a fully executed contract and deposit check from a bride I spoke with for no more that 30 seconds on the phone, and the deal was done. The months passed, and soon their big day was just around the corner. We had no contact or phone number, no idea what (if anything) we'd need to play for special dances and such, but we knew the date was good because the fine folks at <b>The</b> <b>Carlisle</b> had their <i>poopy</i> together and called me to talk about load in a few weeks ago. Anyway, I get a somewhat flustered voice mail from the groom-to-be <i>the night before</i>, wanting to confirm that we are coming. I call back and get his voice mail. My only question, I say, is special dances. He leaves me another voice mail and says don't worry, there's a DJ, too, and he's doing all that stuff. Wunderbar. End of '<i>Back Story'</i>.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cut to load in. Phil and Vince are first on the scene with the equipment, and are greeted by a DJ who seemed a little perturbed, and was shooting some attitude our way. Vince, who is his normal charming and persuasive self, introduces himself as the band.</span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I didn't even know there was a band until about an hour ago. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Oh. Well, there are 18 of us, so we're going to need some of that stage.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Well, I'm set as tightly as I can get, so the rest is yours.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> OK, we'll make do.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Who hired you? When did they hire you? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> We were hired a year ago, and didn't hear from them again until last night.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> What?? Last night? Well, what parts of the reception are you doing?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I have no idea. All I know is we're here from 5:30 to 8:30.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> You don't know? You just talked to them last night? I've had multiple detail meetings with the couple and the bride's mother. They've programmed me down to every song I play and at what time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Hmmm. Sucks to be you, I guess.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dj</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Well, we're professionals. We've been doing this for 15 yrs. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(editor's note - this will come back to haunt him)</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vc</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Well, we're playing until 8:30, and then we're leaving.</span></span></div><br /></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi-BD67AP7RKCZAgtkC7bpmbnCqGcXg9C4RTb6Awx72LSlI44QmKN4mK4k1Iy8luY-eNQ9eMVlFKPGa4PxKnbJcB6a48gyIpA__Iyp4a_DTU1VLkdcLeKnnc4e7t6n6T_tTKpQsSlKxZo/s320/BLACKBERRY+107.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352854496665510322" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And it sort of went downhill from there, but in an amusing way. We essentially played our first set</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> behind a giant projection screen that the dj placed directly in front of the stage to "test", before he</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> disappeared. No one seemed to mind. After 45 minutes, we took a break and watched in the lobby as the dj spent 20 minutes trying to bring order to <i><b>massive <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">bridal party. When it was time for us to play again, he was still introducing, so we got a front row seat from the stage for the 1st Dance fiasco.</span></span></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Enter DJ number 2, who crouched </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>in the middle of the dance floor</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"> with a dry ice machine and a red coleman cooler, trying frantically to make fog roll th<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">ru the couple and their bridal party as they danced. Only the fog didn't cooperate, instead it dissipated. Immediately. So he's scooping dry ice with one gloved hand, and waving with his other<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">. </span></span></span></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUrXI7P0XMBCD8x-zJt_lPrJPZfa6BWUmP63dTY4Jj7GYYLfW2FaLIi_aBoYEuke1V53-B3i-SN66mpoIHGfGmBSAhpqM6Jk9mXwmuntYIU9Xf42bBwEIHshykjFTT18ivbA17qAZjx9C/s200/BLACKBERRY+111.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856325314393826" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">The smoke failed miserably, but what he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>did</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"> manage to create was a giant puddle in the middle of the dancers. The massive bridal party did their best to step over or around the growing mess, but it was of no use. Here we see the two DJs (left and middle) looking intently at the coleman cooler, with a bus boy in the back starting the clean up with a big tablecloth. The song ended, there was an uncomfortable smattering of applause, and the bus boys rushed out with mops for the clean up. It will certainly be a nice addition to the wedding video keepsake. I hope they got the cooler in the shot.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So three sets turn into two, as we decided to just keep playing to 8:30. Only now, the screen has been moved from out in front of us to in front of the <i>seriously</i> spectacular sweets table (which included an honest to goodness pond), much to the Maître d's chagrin. He wanted it moved, obviously, because nobody could access or admire the table. But the DJ has disapearred again, and there's no way we're touching it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We finish the set without further incident, and we're breaking down while the DJs bring the screen back to show the standard video montage of the couple's lives. Only the DVD keeps freezing, so there's more uncomfortable silence. It all worked out in the end, though, <i>because they're professionals. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So who played? Well glory be, our old friend Dave Zaworski was on bass! All the way from Sweden, incidently, so that should be a pretty healthy mileage deduction, Dave. And our trumpets? <b>Brass Trax's </b>Tom Fox <i>finally </i>gets invited to a gig, Tom Tumino, and the long lost Bob Lewandowski join Mr Klinger in the back row. We welcomed Robin Lekas in on piano. She performed admirably and with a good sense of humor through a tough night. Meg - if you're reading this, your book was in horrible condition!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was water - in little tiny glasses.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-2361326104280358882009-06-07T12:45:00.019-05:002009-06-09T10:39:13.600-05:00June 6, 2009 - SFX SummerFest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBr3gSEbZY-_mgiPQSFi7lQhy5AIuyrVp5FaNp0s6DP-FLzPvJIO7Lt-6KaXO1ZLwLbLpl2_qR3-tPwAVcXNzJ5DxilpVxjTZa48alzQL6lPDmzxr3iOtqgvIfYPmE8d5E0nfPO7LQZcW/s1600-h/DSC_0094_thumb.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997722406723490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBr3gSEbZY-_mgiPQSFi7lQhy5AIuyrVp5FaNp0s6DP-FLzPvJIO7Lt-6KaXO1ZLwLbLpl2_qR3-tPwAVcXNzJ5DxilpVxjTZa48alzQL6lPDmzxr3iOtqgvIfYPmE8d5E0nfPO7LQZcW/s200/DSC_0094_thumb.jpg" /></a> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>St Francis Xavier SummerFest</b> in Wilmette. Summer. June. SummerFest. 48 degrees does not a SummerFest make! Since no one brought a camera, here's a simulated view from the stage. Note the churning water and angry skies.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Kudos to Beth Curran Hadley for keeping her sanity and sense of humor as the rain and wind gave way to beautiful gray skies and a mere damp chill. The SFX committee treated us very well. We were under a tent, we had a real stage, there was a professional sound guy and lights, Beth and Greg kept a steady stream of pitchers coming to the bandstand - but it was still 48 degrees. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Herder's Bus-o-Fun carried Chris, Vince, Phil, JR and Byrnes. On the trip North, they were treated to an inpromptu fireworks display as they passed Cellular Field. Apparently, its the only run the Sox have scored in, like, a million innings, so the show caught us all off guard. The rain had just finished as we arrived on site, so Gary the soundman was soaked and chilled. He took care of us righteously, though. We got compliments for being so 'whatEVer' about mics and such. He was very glad not to have to mic each of the 12 horns individually.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of course, the highlight of the evening was Dan-o and his U2 tribute band, who came on after us. He certainly <i>looked </i>like Bono, although I never realized Bono was..... not a tall fellow. So here's the surreal moment for the gig: We're playing <b><i>'And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine', <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span">I look to the side of the stage and there's Bono/Danno singing the song word for word. And not the band part, but the girl part ... </span>and in character. <span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span">He was bouncing around, twisting and gyrating like he was singing </span>'Vertigo', <span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span">and he didn't miss a lyric. Even Claudia doesn't know the song with a cheat sheet, and here's Bono singing along like its his favorite song ever (next to 'Sunday, Bloody Sunday').</span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sitting in on trumpet, the effervescent Mike Pavlic. On trombone, his excellency Rich Clark. Surprises in the crowd included Ed's brother and sis-in-law Paul and CarolAnn, as well as old band friend Angie. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was pitchers of <strong><em>Spatan</em></strong>, (and red wine in a plastic cup for GK). It was cold, but still a lot of fun. And what's with this whole Church Festival Mojo? <a href="http://outcastjazzband.blogspot.com/2008/09/sept-14-2008-st-john-fisher-fest.html">Haven't we seen this before?</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span">Set 1</span></b><br />Jumpin at the Woodside, American Patrol, L-O-V-E, Corner Pocket, Straighten Up And Fly Right, Intermission Riff, Opus One, Only You, Fly Me To The Moon, The Very Thought of You, Bandstand Boogie, Beyond The Sea, Is You Is Or Is You Aint…</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span">Set 2</span></b><br />Ain't That A Kick In The Head, Pennsylvania 6-5000, This Cant Be Love, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, One Mint Julep, Boogie Blues, Big Noise From Winnetka, Choo Choo Ch' Boogie, It Should've Been Me, Caldonia, Sing, Sing, Sing</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-45458403410826952792009-06-02T15:05:00.006-05:002009-06-03T09:48:22.018-05:00June 1, 2009 - Hackney's Swing Session<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What the hell makes people think they can walk right up and engage us in lengthy conversations in the middle of a set!?? Last night featured a trumpet player hoping to sit in, a retired English teacher looking for former students in the band, and a sharp dressed older gentleman, all striking up conversations with various musicians in mid set - as if the rest of the crowd on the 'dance floor' and at thier tables weren't even there. All three should know better. There - it's off my chest. Man oh man thats <i>annoying</i>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Where's the music?? The drum book has gone missing. Poor <b>Steve Hawk</b> had to play the night sans music. What a trooper! You'd hardly know he was winging it. Bassist <b>Steve Hashimoto</b> kept him on track with a continous narative of what was coming up. So where <i>is</i> the book? Last seen at the May rehearsal. The books are all scanned, so its not tragic or anything, but it'll be a pain recreating it, thats for sure! Have you seen it? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And look what the cat dragged in - long lost OJ trumpeteer <b>Chuck Clarke</b>. Chuck played with us in the mid to late 80's. He was, like all of us, in high school, and he had an amazing high register. There is a story that lives in OJLore about this prodigious upper register. It was a Mother's Day brunch at the now defunct '<b>Beverly House</b>' at 103rd and Beverly Ave in Chicago. We were new at the whole big band thing, and therefore had a pretty thin book, so everything got played at least once. It didn't matter that it was a Mother's Day brunch at a nice restaurant, which is why we played the <b>'Theme to Rocky'</b>. The whole place jumps in unison as we start the song - Chuck is playing the line an octave up - and some poor guy literally keels over clenching his chest. He's down. He's out. We keep playing. I digress. It was good to see Chuck after so many years.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 1</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Shiny Stockings, Jada, This Can't Be Love, Main Stem, Drum Boogie, Undecided, Travelin Light, Soul Bossa Nova, Come Fly With Me, Cheek to Cheek, Choo Choo ch Boogie</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Set 2</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />It Had To Be You, 9:20 Special, Opus One, A Night In Tunisia, Just In Time,, It Should've Been Me, Cottontail, I'm Beginning To See The Light, Don't Be That Way, Do Nothing (Till You Hear From Me)</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-11059556125430140972009-05-07T23:20:00.016-05:002009-05-12T13:13:53.353-05:00May 4, 2009 - Hackney's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsQ1AaLnrXqcsTKU4YkdHu2wLm_Llw7OkOFs8JFSYw5faakXqDufP-WnAMSET1a3quOBBipKrLWtUbhCZWyvi3vtmqQadwXaYwfgQ8W655At5dJbb5Rg1Lw-rLLdPOTY-_IfTfSlPuHH3/s1600-h/OJB+Hottays.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsQ1AaLnrXqcsTKU4YkdHu2wLm_Llw7OkOFs8JFSYw5faakXqDufP-WnAMSET1a3quOBBipKrLWtUbhCZWyvi3vtmqQadwXaYwfgQ8W655At5dJbb5Rg1Lw-rLLdPOTY-_IfTfSlPuHH3/s200/OJB+Hottays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622953342948722" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Best crowd yet for a Monday night swing session. We were graced by what we call our 'Tremendously Sexy' rhythm rotation tonight: (R to L) Gina Knight on drums, Stacy WIlliams-Jackson on standup and, of course, Megan Curran-Hurless on the ivories. They swung really hard, and I saw a big smile on Stacy's face whenever I glanced over to see how she was faring. It can be intimidating to come into this setting and site read! Poor Rob Zettl was odd man out on Guitar, but I don't think I heard him complaining.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There were a lot of new faces in the crowd tonight as word of the best entertainment bargain around continues to spread. Meg again had her loud and obnoxious relatives come south from Arlington Heights. Some old time Beverly folks popped in too, including the Hamilton Hechlers and the Barnabas Haws.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnADXc31_WUNeLyK-SJRUa9wFd5BWyrR4suQzQnFsY3VNT2pEtLEDLlq8NkflaSqGkvLLcrTkHkFnPkb5CSC40RyKiT49FqA5NzR0BnkNzVStou2cGFQ4W_NpT5HPc2vb2lOH4VYsIbqqZ/s320/ojb+swine.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334624596007698386" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The worldwide panic over the swine flu pandemic adversely effected us in the first set. After taking prudent and cautionary measures, most of us found it hard to play proficiently. Some of us sounded better than we have in ages. It was decided, after several refreshments, that we should forgo our protection for the second set.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The evening's highlights included a first time reading of Basie's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">'I Cant Stop Loving You'</span>, and a more than respectable read down of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ellington's Cottontail</span>. Low light has to be Vince's surprise at discovering that the new version of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Alright OK</span>, while transcriptually accurate, was in a less than stellar key for a male. Can anyone say " that's a third up from normal - C!"?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was Blue Moon- see the monkey!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I Can't Stop Loving You, Eager Beaver, The Very Thought of You, Moanin, Caribbean Clipper, Orange Colored Sky, Cottontail, Almost Like Being in Love, The Best Is Yet To Come, More (Darin), Alright OK, Moten Swing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Come By Me, A Train, Why Don’t You Do Right, Hot Toddy, Balboa Bash, Sway, Blue Trane, The Man I Love, Our Love Is Here To Stay, On The Street</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-35811493987425007152009-05-07T12:18:00.009-05:002009-05-11T10:44:45.760-05:00May 2, 2009 - Hackney's (But For A Wedding)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShsUEfNjuKfwXiSIqTFVFamCe-ebgLQ1l_TguegkKj9YH-z4W2KXJBk1ggM2KG6pUkwheQ_TaHD9tH_ksQPP-lq6pA9DJ1X5ADhsUw4uvRqVNLthu7p3h0-u6fy4QBrrOuVOtQ_llmj4B/s1600-h/OJB+Hackneys+Break.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShsUEfNjuKfwXiSIqTFVFamCe-ebgLQ1l_TguegkKj9YH-z4W2KXJBk1ggM2KG6pUkwheQ_TaHD9tH_ksQPP-lq6pA9DJ1X5ADhsUw4uvRqVNLthu7p3h0-u6fy4QBrrOuVOtQ_llmj4B/s320/OJB+Hackneys+Break.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334590793203402626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Playing a wedding reception in the daylight hours is weird enough, but doing it at good old Hackney's was downright unsettling. We are vampires, and should only come out to play at night or, at the very least, dusk. Performing in our normal spot with sunlight streaming thru the windows caused very strange behavior. Vince initially drank Coke, John emcee'd with style and panache, and I think Keith Baumann turned to ash from the exposure to sunlight. He got better.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The happy loving couple actually married in Louisiana, and traveled up to celebrate after the fact with the bride's side. The bride, incidently, trains retired movie and television monkies for a living. I'm not sure why retired monkies need training, or why there are multiple show biz monkies in existance (really, isn't one or two plenty?), but I'm convinced I heard her right. Anyway, they were a very nice, very very casual, couple. Things kept popping up and popping out all day, and we handled it our usual lack of style and grace. Hackney's put out a tremendous spread for the event. They get the OJB stamp of approval for parties, receptions, funerals and get togethers!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflkkR1LePCwzdU3aYZCMMrbiQkyX6oheKaC4EIlsPfcOiO79-u5QlS6FpGspyRluw5NTX-UtvyRGWw6Ow201U7PlSx2CtTgPX3GEgeYW19l5mrFTYdV87ecrZun5eqNU-8rQNPhHRyTqU/s200/OJB+Gorski.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591811662597234" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Our good friend Daniel Gorski flew in from LA for the weekend, and joined us in the trumpet section. He and his lovely Jackie hosted a Lou Malnati's party for all us old friends and family folk later in the evening. It was all good. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And the best part of all? Hackney's main man, Mr Mike Masterson, allowed us to keep everything set up for our regular Monday gig. How sweet was that? Very.</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-79672411933843498812009-04-07T10:18:00.008-05:002009-05-02T10:14:21.274-05:00April 6, 2009 - Hackney's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A big welcome back to wayward percussionist Gina Knight, who answered a last minute call to arms from flu stricken drummer Steve Hawk. Claudia and Meg arrived early enough to enjoy a Guiness or two in honor of Claudia's big four-oh. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Guitarist Keith Baumann made rare Hackney's appearance, as he celebrated spring break from his teaching gig at Chicago's Old Town School of Music. Terry Connell and Tom Tumino again sat in on trumpet. What happenned to Ed Klinger? He disappeared after the first set! Didn't he see that the Cub's openner was on over the bar?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">More great additions to the book tonight - especially Carribean Clipper, which is a poppin gem you don't hear every day. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night - Stella Artois</span><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span">Set 1</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Funtime, Bandstand Boogie, Route 66, Caribbean Clipper, Bei Mir Bist Du Schon, St Louis Blues March, Sway, Stolen Moments, It Had To Be You, Nice n Easy, My Baby Just Cares For Me, Things Ain't What They Used To Be</span><br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span">Set 2</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Intermission Riff, Straighten Up and Fly Right, String Of Pearl, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, Lean Baby, Big Spender, Filthy McNasty, I Could Write A Book, I Get A Kick Out Of You, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Caledonia</span>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-64402267946728373962009-03-15T14:53:00.017-05:002009-03-19T12:27:01.965-05:00March 14, 2009 - Crystal Lake Holiday Inn<span><span style="font-family:arial;">Third year in a row for the <strong>Marian Central Alumni Dinner and Auction</strong>. Crystal Lake is a hike and a half for most of us. Thankfully Peter McCormack took all the equipment after the last Hackney's gig and took care of set up hisself. Admirably done, sir.<br /><br />We've been blessed in the past few months by having our merry group of weekend warriors augmented by some of the most talented musicians in Chicago. Last night was no exception. Mike Bazin sat in on tenor, Rich Clark on trombone, and a 1st timer - trumpet savant Kirk Garrison. Kirk blew some amazing shtuff from the back row. Claudia, who was all hopped up on Dayquill, manned up and dealt with the ravages of a cold and temperature. There was a cash bar, so the merriment was somewhat muted by $4.50 Heinikens.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o5toWclErXiGSBAdq4ARa0FCRegyK-Oj8l7kYaL1a4nns9tCQMpwcMSb8KwPVsrzPE_YiaAnK8_rlg3ick9vE8qvXbIgX-JKh2aMNSeYby8X3WXc7oEtjBKBuUreZklR7F1vMo0gkJ-A/s200/DSC00946.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314951249832955634" /> Here's Phil drinking from the carton again.<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family:arial;">Herder's 'Bus of Fun', carrying Vince, Phill, John Ruf and Jim Byrnes, made an unscheduled stop at the Crystal Lake Denny's. The new 'Grandslamwhich', is pretty freakin good, but the maple flavorred bread is more of a distraction than an asset. Just sayin.</span></span> <div></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-9055913705050877852009-03-03T11:26:00.003-06:002009-03-03T11:50:35.547-06:00March 2, 2009 - Hackney's<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tremendous evening! Tempos were right on, the rhythm section found its pocket from the get go, the band played dynamically. Monster trumpet section with the additions of Terry Connell and Tom Tumino. Brenda Ruf sat in on bari for Master Enright.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Meg had a loud obnoxious group from the Northern Suburbs who clammorred for Sentimental Journey all night. She also entertained a group of thespianic church musicians, one obviously living a lie (not that there's anything wrong with that). They all knew both Terri Lenz and Peg Mooney, two former OJPianists. Small world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Drink of the night was Sambuca. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Set 1</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Shiny Stockings, American Patrol, I'm Beginning To See The Light, Benny's Bugle, Come Rain Or Come Shine, Take The A Train, I Only Have Eyes For You, You're Nobody Till Somebody, I Believe In You, Beyond the Sea, Moten Swing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Set 2</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Basie Straight Ahead, Senimental Journey, That’s My Style, Cherokee, I Cant Believe You're In Love, Record Session, This Can't Be Love, Leapfrog, Fly Me To The Moon, Cheek to Cheek, Choo Choo Ch'Boogie, Sing Sing Sing</span></div><div><br /></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-55381508460862166082009-02-16T21:44:00.012-06:002009-03-15T14:52:59.797-05:00Feb 14, 2009 - Hackney's Valentine's Fest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EA7qJXdzYREDFw6YV7qyFKPYOcKqn2E8UAJeTNMsy1Lqu46j2R3RhtgDAujhUuRLogvl6BgA5kxdWf6eeTM7atC9aSWgozG-mWh79wE5_RCyNmuY0bE216r3XdzHZgm8Jgq6znty50bv/s1600-h/Feb+2009+008.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EA7qJXdzYREDFw6YV7qyFKPYOcKqn2E8UAJeTNMsy1Lqu46j2R3RhtgDAujhUuRLogvl6BgA5kxdWf6eeTM7atC9aSWgozG-mWh79wE5_RCyNmuY0bE216r3XdzHZgm8Jgq6znty50bv/s200/Feb+2009+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304002296531175794" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Love was in the air - that and the sweet smell of a Hackney's InsideOut Burger. Theme of the night, obviously, was love. Since it was Valentine's Day, many of us came early for a Valentine's feast. Vince & MB, John and Brenda, Gina and LuLu, Bruce and Ed (just friends), Meg sans Patrick, and JB sans Mo. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Red was the uniform. Vince's red shoes, Ed's red suede blazer (shown here at the left), Meg's fabulous red on red combo, Claudia's fetching red top, Mikey B's classic red haagar shirt, it was all good.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The crowd on hand was completely new - there were no regulars, which is not such a bad thing. The evening had a certain dinner club performance vibe. Lots of listenning, lots of applause, little dancing up front, but more so later. Frankly, I was a little dissapointed with the turnout - the bar was full and all the tables</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGSbHEx_MBzC2Vl4e7HiffnT1K0IdWCUXmCvRAxE58POdG5AKjiBh_gn08a5KnWer8vdngJ_ftcouBV8Zr1tw53IQxHHGLt5ceAHNh3J1aaOs01S0as1TKTXehndWMfutgEdtNDeMPr45/s200/Feb+2009+005.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304003744121674226" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">were taken, but I wanted sweaty masses of humanity. The Hackney's Management, however, was thrilled with the turnout and the evening as a whole, so thats what counts. Hopefully many of the new faces will come out on Monday's and spend $$ on drinks and an Onion Blossom (oh, those are good).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">On bass tonight was OJBNewbie Michael Fiorino, who played a very, very sweet sounding fretless electric. Kevin 'KFlan' Flannigan sat in on Tenor. On the other side of the stage, we were joined by Meg's sisters Beth and Suzy, along with their husbands. Also in the house was Herder's Poker crew, and Barb's Book Club. Drink of the night was Blue Moon with shots of Jameson.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">L-O-V-E, Only You, Stella By Starlight, This Can't Be Love, Nice n Easy, Almost Like Being in Love, The (s)Mooch, Come Rain Or Come Shine, Big Noise From Winnetka, I Could Write A Book, Moten Swing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Ja Da, Orange Colorred Sky, More, Moanin', At Last, Filthy McNasty (a dirty love), I Just Found Out About Love, When I Fall In Love, Our Love Is Here To Stay, Alright OK, It Should've Been Me, Sing Sing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-61415456193116978052009-02-07T11:29:00.010-06:002009-02-07T14:24:10.485-06:00February 6, 2009 - Ravinia Comes To St James<div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">God Bless the I355 extension! What used to be a 1hr 45min trip up to Arlington Heights is now just over an hour. Tonight's event attempted to recreate the ambiance of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ravinia</span> Festival indoors. We played this same event two years ago, and it was just as fun then. People come out with blankets, lawn chairs, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">crab cakes</span> and cheese wheels, sit around pretend trees and lighting set up throughout the room, and listen. We're so used to playing for people only half <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">listening</span>, that it takes a little adjusting to having such an attentive crowd. They applaud soloists. Such a concept! </div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Apparently</span> multiple reminder emails with directions and instructions sent to band members is not enough for half our trombone section. Chris and Vince were left to fend for themselves as Phil and Mike unintentionally took the night off. Chris, who normally plays bass bone, claims his gums were bleeding by the end of the first set. Vince and Chris spent the night debating ledger lines in the upper stratosphere. "Is that a 'C'?" "I think its a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">high</span> 'D' ". </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldbdRP1sGgR0nVYSDyxQuTbDphwEFwIJIW5BnQNSRZmOZo0nRkvA0caESlVJcWQymAWgiuEiS22igkXjCdRKMNVn5Hse9pWM97CjbuheiRs6Rd2Tzcd-e1FaDgGbpqTe0QNn85RUjGb22/s320/DSC00929.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300117352901879586" /><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">Here's the view from the mid-section of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OJB</span>. Note the vast empty space where Mike and Phil should be.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">Doug <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Scharf</span> came in to play lead trumpet. He sounded great along side regulars Dave Ruth and Ed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Klinger</span>. Kudos to Jim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Byrnes</span> for once again providing refreshments. Blue Moons and Goose Islands. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mmmmmmmm</span>.</div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">And what was the source of that mystery feedback? Inquiring minds want to know. Due to some weird acoustical abnormality in the room, a strange feedback haunted us all night. Keith Brady said he thinks it somehow involved our mics and monitors interacting in unpleasant ways with his bass amp. <br /></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-20153661241219164392009-02-03T13:51:00.003-06:002009-02-03T14:15:15.836-06:00February 2, 2009 - Hackney's<div>Another really healthy crowd. Full bar and dance floor to the left, filled tables to the right. Who would've thought - Mondays! Vince's tempo's were shoddy in the first set. Drink of the night was again Blue Moon/Guinness. </div><div><br /></div><div>Highlights included a smokin 'On the Street WhereYou Live', and a great read down of 'Filthy McNasty', which may turnout to be a sleeper in the book. Lowlights include a missing trumpet section for most of 'More' and the aforementioned tempo issues. </div><div><br /></div><div>Brenda Ruf joined her loving husband in the sax section on the bari sax. Terry Connell once again graced us in the trumpet section, as did old man Herder. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Set 1</span></span></div><div>Artistry in Boogie, The Very Thought Of You, Record Session, A-Tisket A-Tasket, Rockabye Basie, That’s My Style, Filthy McNasty, More, I Get A Kick Out Of You, Best Is Yet To Come</div><div>King Porter Stomp</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Set 2</span></span></div><div>St Louis Blues, Dynaflow, Come Rain Or Come Shine, Lean Baby, And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, Swingin Shepherd Blues, The Lady Is A Tramp, I Could Write a Book, Nice n Easy, On The Street, Big Swing Face</div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-33148809184113053242009-01-18T11:58:00.007-06:002009-02-03T13:45:20.631-06:00January 18, 2009 - Univ. of Chgo. Shoreland Hall<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Herder lost the over/under for this gig, established on the drive down as 22 at 10:40p. Being a 'glass half full' guy, I hoped for more than 22 people in attendance, but a private party for dormitory residents has train wreck written all over it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shoreland</span> Residence Hall used to be the historic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Shoreland</span> Hotel in Hyde Park. The New York Yankees used to stay there when they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">were</span> in town to pummel the White <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sox</span>, Al Capone had a poker room on site, etc, etc. We played in what was once known as the Crystal Room, which had a small stage and wonderfully ornate ceilings and walls.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvTQl2nZhyWKCQzJ2AjgrL7FPCS8Gmco_M6iEwr38WCH9BqQoXiUELWVEyuFAXstw9HGray287GMwslzk2IbPrP5cwTd0kkFK96KdHx5ZVNi2WPGMMz2pb0uRNdwN6f5a9rkvI_58Hkye/s320/UofC+001.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298659512824862850" />The gig was surreal, as the very large crowd alternated between jamming to club mixes of "I Kissed </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">A Girl", to jamming to our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">renditions</span> of 'Big Noise' and 'Sing Sing'. The room was extremely 'live', so we didn't even use sound support. We simply plugged the piano and 2 vocal mics into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DJs</span> board. The vocals seemed a little muffled, and we figured that it was what it was. Near the end of the first set, during Mack the Knife, all of a sudden everything kicked up to eleven. </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">During the first set, some students helped themselves to our beer stash in the dressing room, which kind of sucked, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">UofC</span> was redeemed by bringing in 8 pizzas for us. Nice.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gorcik</span> joined us on stand up acoustic bass, which really gave us a classic sound. </span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4ppoU3gl0YqjhtGwftUt9Wg2uvbjzPeMbgMbwLf_gFVQdRyGdyj8sI0VqYHGBz-u6n_NuaBpGtOpob0HaaGHG_zbdW1wlQ6BnrVB4SvQJMFvSheCGeqUmP2jOZ7EblID_7Wq1ShzmrRQ/s200/gorskis+head" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293974045117578610" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Gorski</span> again flew in from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Los Angles</span>, which was great. He misses us. Here's the back of Dan's head after the gig. It wasn't minus 26 like it was a few days ago, but the snow was coming down.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dan, Vince, John R and Jim B found a nice little tavern right around the corner, so we sat and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">listened</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Gorski</span> regale us with tales of LA script <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">development</span>. He's a got a television show being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">considered</span>, but it sounds like Quantum Leap to me.</span></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139307637355408235.post-12611667655296099312009-01-08T11:46:00.004-06:002009-01-11T22:26:41.846-06:00January 5, 2009 - Hackney's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If you present it, they will come. But will they spend? Thats the big question.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For the first Monday in January, there sure was a healthy crowd. And boisterous. John Herder brought a crew in from the Joliet American Legion Band (Natl Champs, dont ya know), and he ended up sitting in on Trumpet. Alex Blomarz again sat in on Tenor - college breaks are the best - and brought some young blood with. Drink of the night was Blue Moon and/or Guinness.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYdN7Lxft5k3NvTeaAcMZBQ1LJ8Ck2iq3lrQmJ9qb-bt0cKEaSyW5LO4UYYkoQ5eJVxjv8eAeTS5MtRaTyQgzl4PzIiiZAT6pmGAHatva3K2Zlcfk5TcrcK-BoqsZsv_JkvP0UpNASft7/s200/Hackneys+Jan08+Inbibe.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290258762127881586" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 1</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Shortstop, April In Paris, Orange Colored Sky, Summit Ridge Drive, This Can't Be Love, Moanin, Makin Whoopie, Disc Jockey Jump, Frim Fram Sauce, Nice n Easy, Is You Is…</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Set 2</span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Anvil Chorus, Tuxedo Junction, Stella By Starlight, Topsy, Travelin Light, Undecided, Blue Trane, Big Spender, Alright, OK</span></div></div>Outcast Jazz Bandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194222751316979748noreply@blogger.com0