Michael Brecker
1. Hippityville Michael Brecker - Tenor Sax John Abercrombie - Guitar Marc Johnson - Bass Peter Erskine - Drums
Tales from the Hudson includes
Slings and Arrows
Midnight Voyage by Joey Calderazzo
Song for Bilbao
Beau Rivage
African Skies
Introduction to Naked Soul
Naked Soul
Willie T. by Don Grolnick
Cabin Fever
Time is of the Essence includes:
Arc of the Pendulum
Sound Off
Half Past Late
Timeline by Pat Methany
The Morning of This Night
Renaissance Man by George Whitty
Dr. Slate
As I Am
Outrance
If time allows:
Brecker Brothers From Out of the Loop
African Skies
Secret Heart
Slang
Pops McGonigle
Press Here to Open
I usually look upon myself as an easy-goin' kinda guy. Der is, however, one exception ta da rule. I have come ta hate intensely da person dat invented da zipper. Not a week has gone by since dis nasty invention came inta our lives dat I don't curse da inventor ta hell, which I imagine as his body encased in a hot burning steel pair a pants and shirt dat can only be removed by a zipper dat runs down da front and da back and can never be removed cause it is constantly jammin'. I have lately been extending my hate and spleening my vent upon da American packaging industry- dose wizards of cardboard and plastic and tape wid dose little instructions printed on dem: Push, Pull, Open Here, Mutilate yourself here. How many teeth have been pulled out by dose easy open ketchup packs? How many fingers have been lost by dose screw-on caps with thin tamper evident protective seals which must be pulled out by means a finger loop after removing the screw on cap? Dose new soup cans dat don't require a can opener are killers, too. It's only a matter a time before urban gangs will be walking down da street wid cans a Campbell's Chunky Soups sticking outta der baggy pants, ready ta slash you atta moment's notice. Da mail-order online industry has probably got da highest death toll. I recently ordered a shirt from a high-end clothing store dat used ta be a sporting goods shop. I can't reveal da name but it has two names one of which rhymes with "bitch." Dey put out deese fancy catalogues wid sexy looking young people wearing der clothes. I'm glad der wearin' something, unlike Lady GaGa who seems ta be wearing a lot a plastic packaging, mostly a da see tru variety. Well, da purchases from da store arrived with smart promptitudosity. Two flannel shirts came in a cardboard box sealed wid a tape dat woudda put a welder outta business. I couldn't find da beginning a da tape so I attacked da package wid da Hell Cat's sewing scissors. After da tip flew offa dem, I attacked it wid da largest carving knife dat I could find in da kitchen, den a can opener, and an ice pick and a stream a profanities dat would make a mailer slush. Der's a well placed hole in da flannel shirt, but I got dem out. Den der's da bubbles. No, not Mrs. Lewandowski. I mean da plastic packaging dat was designed by da ancient Egyptian ta preserve der Pharoahs. I'm not talking about da bubble wrap wid dose tiny bubbles dat you like ta pop. No, dose big plastic bubbles dat hold products in der cardboard traps and defy ya ta try ta remove da products wid somethin less dan surgeon's scalpels. Suddenly I had dis vision uv a future America sealed tightly in a plastic bubble dat said: Press here for easy opening.