Monday, August 27, 2012

Roumanian Not, But Cool Too.

15 comments:

Tecumseh said...

Not bad. But try also this Italian/Romanian jazz. For instance, "Old Plum Drink". Should put you in the mood for some tsuica from an old coke bottle. After a while, you'll be able to see photons as they travel through the bottle.

Charly said...

Charlie Rouse always out of this world.

Mr roT said...

Chuck, Monk was fair to good too, eh?
Tecs, the link won't open for me.

Tecumseh said...

Click on things, man! OK, here is the blurb, in case you have trouble:

Italian pianist Guido Manusardi lived seven years (from 1967 to 1974) in Romania, during which time he performed and recorded regularly. Each of the ten pieces on this album sprout from Romanian melodies, which Manusardi arranges in his inimitable style. Working with a varied and talented Italian octet, consisting of trombone, trumpet, clarinet, saxophones, and rhythm, the pianist, in his own understated way, travels through curves and valleys, with not so unconventional harmonies, to produce music of lasting value.

Tecumseh said...

Here is some info on doina.

Mr roT said...

Manusardi/doina. Download something and put it up somewhere for us to download, cheapo.

Tecumseh said...

Me? Spend money? Pffttt. That will be the day!

OK, here is a doina for free. With Johnny Răducanu and Teodora Enache.

Mr roT said...

Doina blurb sounds like Portuguese fado. Ask AA.

Tecumseh said...

Perhaps, a bit. Try this, also.

Mr roT said...

Gorgeous Fado. Of course, AA doesn't like it because the poetry mentions España bin Laden.

Mr roT said...

Sorry, Tecs. I'll talk to you about doina tomorrow morning. The rehab fascists are keeping an eye on me and report to the kommandant when I stay up too late.
Life is a bitch.

Tecumseh said...

Nurse Ratched on your case?

Arelcao Akleos said...

Nurse Ratched, Dr. Mengele, Judge Jeffreys. Those are the happy campers who make Herr Rott's Progress such a Brave New World.

Mr roT said...

My goddam toe hurts.

Arelcao Akleos said...

That's what you get when you don't toe the Party Line.