Dreaming of the Masters

After posting Cannonball Adderley's Mercy, Mercy, Mercy last week, the logical next step is to post his brother Nat Adderley's The Work Song.  To me, the songs were always two peas in a pod - surely, there must be a 45 single out there somewhere with those two songs on either side.

But I'm also still so full of rage and anger about the recent gun violence in Florida, the pathetic national response, and the complete and utter lack of any political will to do anything about it.  That rage leads me to want to post some fiery late-60s free jazz, something by Albert Ayler or Archie Shepp, say, or some late period John Coltrane.

But, hey, let's all just take a deep breath and remember that last Tuesday was Mardi Gras. And in commemoration of Mardi Gras and the unique culture of New Orleans, here's a 1970s interpretation of some dixieland jazz.  And speaking of deep breaths, it's by that master of circular breathing, the singular Rahsaan Roland Kirk.  

So strap on your seat belts, take the top down on your Cadillac, and let's all get down and go down to New Orleans together.