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TRACKLIST: Mardi Soir Sessions (Vol.2):
“Midnight at Moody's”
1. Cootie William / Duke Ellington – Concerto for Cootie
2. Gene Krupa – How high the moon
3. Fats Waller – I'm gonna sit right down
4. Coleman Hawkins – Body & Soul
5. Billie Holiday – That ole devil called love
6. Ben Webster – Making whoopee
7. Ella Fitzgerald / The Mills brothers – Dedicated to you
8. Jimmie Lunceford – Organ grinder swing
9. Louis Armstrong – I can't give you anything but love
10. Bix Beiderbecke / Frank Trumbauer – Singin' the blues
11. Benny Goodman & his orchestra – A smooth one
12. Artie Shaw – Summit ridge drive
13. Jimmie Lunceford & his orchestra – Margie
14. Benny Goodman & his orchestra – Love me or leave me
15. Lena Horne – You do something to me
16. Benny Goodman – After you've gone
17. Artie Shaw – Scuttlebutt
18. Duke Ellington & his orchestra – Sump'n 'bout rythm
« Moody's » would be the very last late-night hang-out with a bar still selling in one or the other anonymous north-american metropolis struck by economic crisis and prohibition. The kind of place musicians would meet at after their gigs. The way we imagine it, some of the greatest jazz figures of that era would meet there in the most casual of manners, and if the mood was right, they would end up playing their tunes to one another.
We like to imagine how things could have happened if the mood got all blue and sentimental one drafty autumn night, just how it might have sounded if all of them played and sang their most beautifull ballad, straight from the heart, and suddenly, everything became deeply meaningful, down there, at that particular place, at that particular time, 'round midnight.
« Moody's » would be the very last late-night hang-out with a bar still selling in one or the other anonymous north-american metropolis struck by economic crisis and prohibition. The kind of place musicians would meet at after their gigs. The way we imagine it, some of the greatest jazz figures of that era would meet there in the most casual of manners, and if the mood was right, they would end up playing their tunes to one another.
We like to imagine how things could have happened if the mood got all blue and sentimental one drafty autumn night, just how it might have sounded if all of them played and sang their most beautifull ballad, straight from the heart, and suddenly, everything became deeply meaningful, down there, at that particular place, at that particular time, 'round midnight.