dccxii. COUNT BASIE: Li'l Darlin'

dccxii. COUNT BASIE (1904-1984)

Li'l Darlin' (1958)
CB, piano
Wendell Culley, trumpet
Snooky Young, trumpet
Thad Jones, trumpet
Joe Newman, trumpet
Henry Coker, trombone
Al Grey, trombone
Benny Powell, trombone
Marshal Royal, reeds
Frank Wess, reeds
Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis, reeds
Frank Foster, reeds
Charles Fowlkes, reeds
Eddie Jones, bass
Freddie Green, guitar
Sonny Payne, drums
(4:50)

from The Atomic Mr. Basie

dccxi. MINGUS, Charles: Pithecanthropus Erectus

dccxi. MINGUS, Charles (1922-1979)

Pithecanthropus Erectus (1956)
CM, bass
Jackie McLean, alto saxophone
J. R. Monterose, tenor saxophone
Mal Waldron, piano
Willie Jones, drums
(10:41)

from: Pithecanthropus Erectus

dccx. KENTON, Stan: Thermopolae

DCCX. KENTON, Stan (1911-1979)

Thermopolae (1947)

SK, piano
Buddy Childers, trumpet
Ray Wetzel, trumpet
Al Porcino, trumpet
Chico Alvarez, trumpet
Ken Hanna, trumpet
Milt Bernhart, trombone
Eddie Bett, trombone
Harry Betts, trombone
Harry Forbes, trombone
Bart Varsalona, bass trombone
George Weidler, alto saxophone
Art Pepper, alto saxophone
Bob Cooper, tenor saxophone
Warner Weidler, tenor saxophone
Bob Gioga, baritone saxophone
Laurindo Almeida, guitar
Eddie Safranksky, bass
Shelly Manne, drums
Jack Costanzo, bongos
Rene Touzet, maracas
(2:56)

from: The Stan Kenton Story

dccix. ZAPPA, Frank: Joe's Garage

 dccix. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)

Two versions

Joe's Garage (1979)
FZ, guitar, vocals
Warren Cuccurullo, guitar, vocals
Denny Walley, slide guitar, vocals
Ike Willis, vocals
Peter Wolf, keyboards
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, guitar, bass, vocals
Ed Mann, percussion, vocals
Vinnie Colaiuta, drums
Jeff Hollie, tenor saxophone
Earle Dumler, baritone saxophone
Bill Nugent, bass saxophone
Dale Bozzio, vocals
Al Malkin, vocals
Craig Steward, harmonica
(6:09)

from: Joe's Garage, Act I

Central Scrutinizer:

We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park.

Larry:

(It makes its own sauce ... if you add water.)

Joe:

It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

Larry:

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like ...

Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quarts a beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again

'Cause it sounded good to me
One more time!

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
"Turn it down!"
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like ...

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits

'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a Go-Go Bar

One two three four
Let's see if you've got some more!

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
'An it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'

So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again ...

Joe:

Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like ...

Mrs. Borg:

Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here ...
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:

Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin high

'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in Joe's Garage
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the ..

Central Scrutinizer:

The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone ...

Joe:

I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by ...

Mrs. Borg:

I'm calling the police!

Joe:

So those years was rollin' by ...

Mrs. Borg:

I did it!

Joe:

So the years was rollin' by

Mrs. Borg:

They'll be here ... shortly!

Joe:

By, by, the years was rollin' by ...

Officer Butzis:

This is the Police ...

Mrs. Borg:

I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:

Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

Joe:

The years was rollin' by ...

Officer Butzis:

Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

Joe:

I said the years was rollin' by ...

Mrs. Borg:

You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:

This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Joe:

The years was rollin' by ...

Mrs. Borg:

Listen to that mess, will you!

Officer Butzis:

This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:

Every day this goes on around here!

Joe:

The years was rollin' by

Officer Butzis:

We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Joe:

The years was rollin' by ...

Mrs. Borg:

He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy ...

Officer Butzis:

This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:

This is the Central Scrutinizer ...
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut ... and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

**

FZ, guitar, vocals
Ike Willis, guitar, vocals
Ray White, guitar, vocals
Tommy Mars, keyboards, vocals
Arthur Barrow, bass, keyboards, vocals
David Logeman, drums
(2:25)

Live from Zappa '80: Mudd Club/Munich (2023)

dccviii. ZAPPA, Frank: Willie the Pimp

dccviii. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)

Willie the Pimp (1969)
FZ, guitar, octave bass, percussion
Ian Underwood, keyboards, woodwinds
Captain Beefheart, vocals
Max Bennett, bass
John Guerin, drums
Don "Sugarcane" Harris, violin
(9:23)

Naturally there's a story behind the title:

from: Mystery Disc (1998)

A monochordal (A Minor) piece, one of Zappa's finest guitar solos creeps in and out of the final Beefheart vocals -- and goes on for eight minutes!

The brilliance of the solo lies in Frank's ability to transform each eight- or sixteen-bar section with the addition of new intervals, new rhythms, and a funky sense of attitude!

from: Hot Rats

I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black

Got a little lady ... walk the street
Tellin' a the boys that she can't be beat

Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight)
Meet me onna corner boy 'n don't be late

Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck
Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check

Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel
Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell

Hot meat
Hot rats
Hot cats
Hot ritz
Hot roots
Hot soos

Hot meat
Hot rats

Hot cats
Hot zitz
Hot roots
Hot soots

dccvii. MITCHELL, Joni: The Three Great Stimulants

dccvii. MITCHELL, Joni (1943-       )

The Three Great Stimulants (1985)
JM, vocals, keyboards
Larry Klein, keyboards, bass
Thomas Dolby, keyboards
Michael Landau, guitar
Vinnie Colaiuta, drums
Michael Fisher, percussion samples
(6:13)

from: Dog Eat Dog

I picked the morning paper
Off the floor
It was full of other people's
Little wars

Wouldn't they like their peace
Don't we get bored
And we call for the
Three great stimulants
Of the exhausted ones
Artifice, brutality and innocence
Artifice and innocence

No tanks have ever rumbled
Through these streets
And the drone of planes at night
Has never frightened me
I keep the hours and the company
That I please
And we call for the
Three great stimulants

Of the exhausted ones
Artifice, brutality and innocence
Artifice and innocence

Oh and deep in the night
Our appetites find us
Release us and bind us
Deep in the night
While madmen sit up building bombs
And making laws and bars
They'd like to slam free choice
Behind us

I saw a little lawyer on the tube
He said "it's so easy now,
Anyone can sue."
"Let me show you how your petty
Aggravations can profit you!"
Call for the three great stimulants
Of the exhausted ones
Artifice, brutality and innocence
Artifice and innocence

Oh and deep in the night
Appetites find us
Release us and blind us
Deep in the night
While madmen sit up building bombs
And making laws and bars
They'd like to slam free choice
Behind us

Last night I dreamed I saw
The planet flicker
Great forests fell like buffalo
Everything got sicker
And to the bitter end
Big business bickered
And they call for the
The three great stimulants
Of the exhausted ones
Artifice, brutality and innocence
Artifice and innocence

Oh these times, these times
Oh these changing times
Changes in the heart of all mankind
Oh these trouble times

dccvi. DUKE, George: Bring It On Home

dccvi. DUKE, George (1946-2013)

Bring It On Home (1977)
GD, keyboards, vocals
Charles "Icarus" Johnson, guitar
Leon "Ndugu" Chancler, drums
Manolo Badrena, percussion
Dee Henrichs, vocals
Sybil Thomas, vocals
Deborah Thomas, vocals
(4:24)

from: Reach For It