That was on the first jazz album I ever bought, Time Further Out, in about 1962. I spend a good 15 or 20 minutes learning to clap that rhythm, which was so alien to me at the time. I love Brubeck for introducing my white rural self to jazz; I hate Brubeck for distracting me from Coltrane and Rollins and Coleman and the rest who were doing amazing things at the time, completely unbeknownst to me.
Be sure to clap along!
but clapping along seems so un-unsquare.
as do high-waisted pants.
That was on the first jazz album I ever bought, Time Further Out, in about 1962. I spend a good 15 or 20 minutes learning to clap that rhythm, which was so alien to me at the time. I love Brubeck for introducing my white rural self to jazz; I hate Brubeck for distracting me from Coltrane and Rollins and Coleman and the rest who were doing amazing things at the time, completely unbeknownst to me.
heh.
gotta start somewhere.