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Edmundo Ros. Lindsi Bluemel. Land of Hurnia.

26 Oct

After only recently mentioning Edmundo Ros in my Post about Dinah Kaye who worked with the Latin American bandleader and had just died, Spencer Leigh in the i newspaper did an obit on ER who has now died at 100. One song in his style on BBC radio was OK. A whole show, no.

Edmundo William Ros was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in 1910. His mother was an African Venezuelan, and his father was pink Scottish. Ros was one of many boring old musicians shoved at me on BBC Light when I wanted Doo Wop or Rock n Roll as a boy.

Lindsi Bluemel, the lady cyclist whose skid-lid was stolen, and who came off her bike thanks to litter on the freeway cycle lane, is still in hospital in serious state, according to yesterday’s Daily Echo in Bournemouth. He family members have rotated watch at her bedside. 

I felt terrific after a long walk in the prolonged downpour, from Parley Cross to the Aviation Industrial Park. The Airport Shuttle bus then took me to the terminal. I was  delighted to see the History Wall which has an easy-to-read image-and-text mural of the 1941-2011 story of RAF-Hurn thru BOH. Top marks to the graphic creators involved. No arty rubbish, just a wonderful job!

However, the private owners of BOH are intent upon forcing every car-driver to pay for entering their holy precinct. You are frowned on if you drop someone off on the highway (Parley Lane) when they want you to drive in, park, and pay.

A guy wrote to Daily Echo last week. He had been dropped off, and then set off to walk in. As I have found many times before: NO SIDEWALKS! How long can this go on. 


Crass young oik! I never heard of Dinah Kaye.

21 Oct

Paul McKinnon, in yesterday’s i newspaper, did an obit for Dinah Kaye (1924-2011). I expect the piece will be reachable via the internet. It is well worth it for the fascinating insight it gives into the way a singer can work with many bands, first resident, and then freelance.

Born Kay Cumming in Burma of Scots parents, husky and smokey of voice (like my putative daughter, it just occurs to me now, whom I last met at aged five in 1969, but she had asthma, not helped by her Mum’s chain-smoking Park Drive plain over babyhood nappy changing) Dinah Kaye was to work with, and record first with, Edmundo Ross. 

It is clearly true that Dinah Kaye did not work with EVERY band from 1943 onward, but I am tempted to wonder if she worked with MOST bands of the time. London, Netherlands, USA, Canada, South Africa,  America, Israel, Poland, Malta, Tanzania, Rhodesia, West Germany, and Switzerland, were part of her beat. Jealous Eyes and Just Another Polka are recording landmarks.

I have noticed that every town in England now has something called a Vision. The planners put out a Vision for Tatty Sponfield. Or a Vision for Cobblers Regis. Etc. The Vision for Salisbury is currently being argued over. Obviously, there will be arty clutter all over the Market Place, costing millions, designed by talent-free arty-chokes who will demand millions for some drunken doodle made real, around which everybody will have to walk, and which will get stuffed with beer cans and bottles.  

Miranda Robinson, of The Journal, in Salisbury (I picked up the 13 October issue at Fordingbridge), wrote up the story of jazz musician Peter Williams, or Verwood, who was contacted by Woody Allen, two years after sending a demo CD to that Oscar-winning writer and director (not to mention stand in with a clarinet or something in his neighboring New York City.

Peter Williams had recorded Seul De Soir in 2008 after moving to Copenhagen where he set up a Quartet named Signor Jazz (now disbanded). He knew Cynthia Sayer, banjo player in Woody’s own jazz band, so off went the CD. So, now Woody wants to use the track for a film he has just finished.

Another Signor Jazz  track, Swing 41, could also end up on a Sony release of the Midnight In Paris soundtrack. All these data are quoted from Miranda, in the right detail, but no necessarily in the right order. Of the movie, she says:

Midnight in Paris, which features Owen Wilson, Kathy Bates, Carla Bruni, and Michael Sheen, is the first Woody Allen film in years to reach the multiplexes and has charmed the critics.”

It has? Cannot be any good, then. Must be arty-tarty stuff, obviously. Let me add that I have never heard of any of the actors listed. By the way, I cannot re-write the above rigmarole because it is too convoluted. Who am I talking to. They all skipped it anyway. Nor is anybody reading this end remark either. So I will shut up.