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Programa #135, jazz -

Every now and then I like to throw in a jazz show for my international audience at Al compas del mundo. In the weekly chronology it might follow a program of Arabic pop tunes and be succeeded seven days later by music from Estonia, but jazz always seems to wake up those people who favor an eclectic, never predictable potpourri. The purpose, of course, as with every show, is to entertain and expand horizons. Or maybe just give familiar pleasure to the cognoscenti who’ve been there and done that. There’s a lot to savor in this playlist and I see little merit in calling out individual performances and mostly well-known musicians – with the exception of one. The Brotherhood of Breath was a gathering of South African and British musicians in the early 70s, and the piece performed here is a calling card for what was known in the South African Black neighborhoods of Johannesburg as “Township music”, while retaining its jazz credibility. Oh, and Roland Kirk is a blues monster on Blue Rol. -J.H.

Al compás del mundo - programa #135, jazz

First broadcast 7-4-24

01 Grant Green - Minor League

02 James Spaulding - Uhuru Sasa

03 Chick Corea - Samba Yantra

04 Brotherhood of Breath – MRA

05 Roland Kirk - Blue Rol

06 Woody Shaw and Jackie McLean - Appointment in Ghana

07 The Cookers - Sweet Rita Suite

08 Chet Baker - To Mickey's Memory

09 Yusuf Lateef - The Beginning

10 Andrew Hill - Bayou Red

11 Teddy Charles - The Night We Called It A Day






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