Florida Singer-Songwriter Paula Moore

Sometime in the late seventies a beautiful singer out of Florida called Paula Moore released two equally beautiful albums with compositions by herself and guitarist Larry Rubin.  Not sure about you out there, but when I see covers like the above I get plenty excited on the hope we are dealing with DIY, private-pressed earnest and naive songwriting from the true glory days of the US of A.  Which are not right now or in the near future, in my opinion.  And that's exactly what we get here.

In the discogs database she appears as Paula Moore 2 and Paula Moore 3, and indeed it was confusing to me whether or not it was the same artist, despite my wife's protestations that the face was the same on both covers, I didn't quite believe her, to her eventual anger, but scanning the backs of the records clarified the matter fully as Rubin appears on both.  Hopefully the powers that be on that site will correct that misclassification without too much comlaint or undue delay.  (The lazy idiot who entered the Paula Moore 2 album also didn't bother to include side 2 's songs. Amazing how when I make even the smallest punctuation error on that site for a new entry I get angry comments from the guys-- the 'basement dwellers' as my wife always calls them-- and obviously, there are no females in that group, who are charged with checking the database info.)

On this first album of two, confusingly, ST-- at least I am assuming it is chronologically prior, based on the fact it is slightly less sophisticated in production, though there's no way to know-- we hear her melancholy and well-thought craftsmanship perfectly turned out, as in a track called Thursday's Mood, composed by herself:






Gives you a nice idea of why I love this LP so much.  Overall, very close in spirit to Rosemarie Taylor from just recently.  Classic Americana from the 70s like those collectible ceramic animals they used to give away at (full-serve!) gas stations for free.  Anyone out there remember those?  Even for me it's the faintest of early childhood memories.
Some tracks are by Larry, most by Moore.


Moving on to the second album, the penultimate song Sad Song Spinster must have seemed like such a clever pun, about a middle aged (?) man listening to his vinyl collection alone in a basement, maybe it was even created de novo from the idea of combining the two ideas into one concept... or is it just plain silly?  Well there's one thing I do know, the song is outrageously beautiful, with the lead guitar playing such delicate arabesques around the melody and rhythm:






Listening to this again, I'm stunned by the contrast between the sheer beauty of the music and the awkwardness of the lyrics.  But maybe I should throw it out there, how many reading this including myself are similar to the man as described, with a "six-pack by his side," "spinning songs and singing along as if from the bottom of his heart?"

My one complaint would be the brevity of both albums, and perhaps, more trivially, the descents into bluegrass that sometimes overtake the band in moments of weakness...

Please, if anyone knows anything about her, let us know in the comments section...

Membrillar 1984, Argentina

Another Argentine rarity unearthed by a generous friend... how many more could there be really?  Yet here we are...  Very scant information about this release, the only really useful (should be in quotes) is this, which is simply a document in the database.

First track:

Chamber music, similar to Ramo I posted before, or the wonderful East River group of albums.

More Gianni Sposito with 1980's Denebola

I didn't think I would be back so soon with more Sposito, but here we are.   Chronologically the first in the database as marked, unfortunately, this seems to be a bit more simple and less organized than the later Cosmo record, despite being again named after an astronomical theme.  In places it reminds me of those classic Italian horror movie soundtracks from the 70s with the doomy synths.






At the end of the wiki entry, the following fit sentence:
In astrology, Denebola was believed to portend misfortune and disgrace.

The cosmic library of Gianni Sposito

I really love it when someone requests something unknown that turns out to be fantastic, which is the case with this album, called Cosmo Graffiti, from a library artist (Gianni Sposito) I had never heard about.  His works being rare are almost prohibitively expensive, although at least one was released to CD.  The track on youtube called Wood is from a 1989 release called Sirens, now why the heck would that one not be available on CD? Anyways, as with the other Gianni, last name Marchetti, I hope to someday present some more from this artist to you on this blog.

And what I love even more is when something has a space theme since it brings me way back to childhood and, as I said numerous times before, the dreams of leaving the Earth and exploring the solar system, the galaxy, which we were promised by NASA, SciFi TV, and other US propaganda so long ago...  Straightaway the first track sets the tone with its digital dialing telephone beeping:






And in some places this reminds me of Alan Hawkshaw's big masterpiece (for me) 1979's Frontiers of Science. which I think I uploaded some time ago in the comments section in response to a request for good library albums, but which I can reupload easily at any time.  As well, the Teddy Lasry resemblance is sometimes striking, particularly when he gets into the repeated note drumming.

Francis Monkman in 1978: Tempus Fugit, and many others...

When I was exploring the library music relating to space I was shocked to see there were some Francis Monkman albums I had missed out on, amongst them one entitled Tempus Fugit.  And it turned out to be quite something!

In fact, in the annus mirabilis of 1978 he made or perhaps contributed to no fewer than 5 records.

Do we remember who he was?  I actually had to look it up, I thought he was with one of those generic british early proggers, it was actually the prolific band Curved Air he was a member of, which was too commercially watered down for my taste, and I guess after they disbanded he got into the library music scene, how gratifying that must have been for him... at least it is for us now!!   At times he sounds like some watered down Lasry, and I think overall, he doesn't quite approach the variety that Hawkshaw was able to put forth in his library oeuvre... but he does come close here.

The astonishing composition called Daredevil (e.g. Evil Knevil, for those who remember!)

From Pictures, Slow Wave is simply stunning as a soft composition:

From Classical Concussion, check out the Sheer Release, like wow:

Of course the Island Universe from Predictions is very very Hawkshaw-like:

Oh how I miss so much that synthesizer sound that made one note alone sound like a whole orchestra, no, more even, a whole galaxy!

What the heck, I'll throw in all I have from him...

The Great Monkman on keys and guitar:

University Of Miami Concert Jazz Band ‎in the (truly) Halcyon Days of 1979

Back to the ol' college bands when I run out of material to post, right? one for the gipper, as we used to say...  But how saddening it is to think of it-- What happened to you, red white and blue?  Where did you go so wrong? so long, for a song...  I loved you so much as a child, with all your hope and talent and promise, the wild and beautiful land full of natural riches and artistic brilliance, lucky enough to create not one but two world-changing art forms with jazz and then rock-- full of friendly and gregarious people and brilliant scientists, technological marvels like the first computers, the moon landing... what happened??  You think bringing back coal is going to reverse this Lusitania?  What happened to cherishing the beauty of the land, all the Walden forests? The streams full of trout lakes full of bass and the plains that fed the whole world?  What happened to upholding democracy and freedom throughout the world and setting an example for the inevitable autocrats showing up like whackamoles on the world stage?  What the hell happened to you, US of A?  You are actually going to sell your soul to Russia now?  Not even to a great country, to Russia???   It's just cringing embarrassment from now on in, isn't it...  Well, at least here on this blog we can time travel back to those halcyon days of the seventies and hear all the promise and potential, like the smile of a two-year old child who doesn't know the dismal fate that awaits him in the future as he spends his (short) life working those reopened Appalachian coal mines...

This is actually the fourth album from them according to our discography and they went on to make many more, quite prolifically.  It's a double LP and so there is a great deal of enjoyable material here, along with some (for me always throwaway) standards, thankfully too few to mention.  Bob Meyer (not producer or arranger, surprisingly) is the star on this outing, and his best piece in my opinion is Renegade, and it sure is a beauty:





Halcyon Days, indeed...

NDR Jazzworkshop 1977 with Philip Catherine

The first side of this 1977 release is given over to Buddy Rich and his Big Band, and I won't get into that.  The importance of this edition is of course the presence of the second side's Philip Catherine, the great Belgian guitarist whose works are mandatory for the fusion fan.  His two entries here are India and Les Sept Boules de Cristal, a track which appeared in the stunning, gorgeous opus 1979 Sleep My Love, one of my all-time favourite Euro-fusion records, maintaining a balance of meditative and ethereal beauty from beginning to the closing: an interpretation of an Arnold Schoenberg melody, which completely knocked me out when I first heard it.  Those were the days, right...  The other track from him, India, I haven't located yet where it's from originally though I'm sure it's somewhere, not that I have any desire to hear the original album version as it's one of those drony Eastern songs that remains stuck in one chord (and it's E I think to boot, the easiest of all on the guitar).  The album closes out with the United Jazz etc. (also mandatory listening for fusionauts) and our old hero Wolfgang Dauner playing the unfortunately chosen Bebop Rock (a Dauner composition).  But what a lineup-- with Eberhard Weber on bass, Albert Mangelsdorff, Ian Carr (Nucleus!), Volker Kriegel, and Charlie again on sax, you have a real European all-star band to close it out.

Here's Philip:




Who could ever forget the image of Tournesol surrounded by ball lightning?  I enjoyed rereading all the Tintins last summer with my sons, who became so briefly obsessed with his adventures we were forced to get every book in the series including the awful first one from Russia which I never finished and the incomplete last one which can be found online.  From the perspective of adulthood, we can see there is still nothing to compare with these adventures in terms of how thrilling they can be for a boy, with the perfect combination of exotic locales, courage, faithfulness to his friends and dog, and a lot of slapstick humour thrown in.