My attitude towards the music I listen to mimics my book collection. Spoilt with too many options, I struggle to make a choice when the time for consumption comes.
I heard of Roy Hargrove in brief dispatches in the past. Chanced on his music or collaborations without paying much attention. He died suddenly, and his demise flooded my timeline, and I had to acquaint myself with his albums. The man was so busy that his discography was packed. I felt ashamed for coming late to the party.
It is quite amazing how much of an influence Gwen Ansell is on what pops up on my playlist. I first encountered Sis Gwen (as she is popularly called) over a decade ago as a regular reader of South African weekly papers.
My biggest worry during a recent trip to Athens was that there was no gig scheduled at the Half Note Jazz Club during my stay. I kept refreshing their page and hoping for a change of status but alas it was not to be. I had an almost magical experience at Half Note almost two years ago, so you could forgive me for seeking a repeat.
On a recent visit to Paris what was on mind was not a trip to Champs-Élysées, I was not looking forward to a visit to the Eiffel Tower as much as I was anticipating a night out in one of the city’s numerous jazz bars.
The BBC’s Desert Island Disc debuted on 29 January 1942 and till date has almost 3500 episodes recorded. One aspect of the program that fascinates me most is how the guests who are often persons who are very exposed musically, manage to narrow down their favourites to eight tracks and a further pruning to 5 tracks as the soundtrack of their lives. I am often intrigued by that ability to eliminate favourites because for as long as I have appreciated sounds, I have been unable to make a list of my top 5 favourite songs without feeling like I was abandoning a part of me by choosing one song and leaving out another. Also, my favourites change almost monthly. It is almost impossible to have the same favourite over a 10-year-old period much less a lifetime.