[Dixielandjazz] Jess Stacy

Mon, 18 Nov 2002 01:39:28 EST

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In a message dated 11/17/02 4:04:59 PM Central Standard Time, 
james@jiming.demon.co.uk writes:

> "Goodman suddenly motioned to Stacy to take a solo as he sat at the 
> keyboard immersed in his own private doodlings - whatever the reason, 
> the raucous 'Sing Sing Sing' suddenly glowed with a beauty of 
> Solomon-like song.
> 
> "He essayed jumping, galloping, syncopated phrases, then changed yo 
> sweeping romantic expression with a hint of chinoiserie; the ghost of 
> Edward MacDowell seemed to glide through the hall followed by a burst of 
> Chicago-like frenesticism. He challenged boogie-woogie, then hinted at 
> an unwritten popular song.
> 
> "Suddenly it stopped as quietly as it had started...
> 
> "The audience applauded - one suspects not comprehending what they had 
> heard. Then silence. No one knew quite what to do except Krupa. The 
> drums came thundering back, like massed tanks leading us all too soon...
> 
> "To a kind of jazz darkness at noon".

   With commentary like this it's no wonder that Jess Stacy retreated from 
the public spotlight.

    JImdbb

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<HTML>In a message dated 11/17/02 4:04:59 PM Central Standard Time, james@jiming.demon.co.uk writes: 
 
 
<BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">"Goodman suddenly motioned to Stacy to take a solo as he sat at the 
keyboard immersed in his own private doodlings - whatever the reason, 
the raucous 'Sing Sing Sing' suddenly glowed with a beauty of 
Solomon-like song. 
 
"He essayed jumping, galloping, syncopated phrases, then changed yo 
sweeping romantic expression with a hint of chinoiserie; the ghost of 
Edward MacDowell seemed to glide through the hall followed by a burst of 
Chicago-like frenesticism. He challenged boogie-woogie, then hinted at 
an unwritten popular song. 
 
"Suddenly it stopped as quietly as it had started... 
 
"The audience applauded - one suspects not comprehending what they had 
heard. Then silence. No one knew quite what to do except Krupa. The 
drums came thundering back, like massed tanks leading us all too soon... 
 
"To a kind of jazz darkness at noon".</BLOCKQUOTE> 
 
&nbsp;&nbsp; With commentary like this it's no wonder that Jess Stacy retreated from the public spotlight. 
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; JImdbb</HTML>

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