After last nights trip with Duke I reckoned it was 'time out time' and relax within the crazy world of Slim Gaillard. Time for FUN! Slim summed up a lot of the world around him in a hip way, played piano hands upside down, solid swinging guitar, and a solid foot tapping driving rhythm. (when I talked with him he kept asking "Have ever been to the four moons lately?)
How High The Moon ("the moon never wonders how low we are!")
When Banana Skins Are Falling I'll Come Sliding Home To You.
The Hogan Song (she lives in Pensahogan by a Wishahogan Well.. she drives a Cadahogan... she's a Hogan by day and a Hogan by night, she'a regular Hoganite)
Momma's In The Kitchen But We've Got Pop On Ice.
Little Red Riding Woods ("she's lost in all of them Woods, but what wood? nobody knows, was it Glenwood, Oakwood, Redwood, Hollywood, Knock On Wood..."
Slims' Jam. with Dizzie Gillespie; Charlie Parker, Dodo Marmorosa etc. ("here's Charlie Yardbird o' roonie")
IMO, Mad guys like Slim are not around anymore in a world dominated by so called celebrities, charisma by passed TV 'stars' , and Cookery programmes- 'doughballs'
Or as Slim once advised on cooking..."pick up some grapes leaves mix in a little salt o' roonie, some peppervoutie then take your mixture and nail it to the roof, then let it vout for a while...it'll taste real fine and real mellow too...)
That's my rant for the week over.