Hello and happy Tuesday hoddlers.
Somewhere in New York on Saturday night, a guitarist became a father. But there was a problem: he had to play at the Village Vanguard at 8 p.m.
How could the leader of a quartet miss a concert? A quartet without a guitarist is a trio. And a group without its leader is a capricious vessel.
Somewhere in New York on Saturday night, a saxophonist gets a call. The lead guitarist of a quartet has just become a dad, his band is due to perform at 8 p.m. at the Village Vanguard and needs a fourth.
He picks up his saxophone and heads for 7th Avenue.
Somewhere in New York on a Saturday night, your head hoddler finishes dinner with his friends before another visit to his favorite New York spot. He told his jam-loving friends about this jazz club, who had never been to a place like this before.
The guitarist knows he is against time. Can he even do it? Does it matter? He has just become a father.
Your hoddler-in-chief is lining up outside the Vanguard. The doors were supposed to open five minutes ago. A man, approximately 6ft 3in, apologetically enters the building and descends the stairs.
The doors open ten minutes later.
A saxophonist stands alone on stage, practicing. Your head tramp has never seen this before, and there’s not supposed to be a saxophonist in this quartet. Something is wrong.
It’s 8 p.m. The show starts late. Four men take the stage – a pianist, a drummer, a bass player and a saxophonist. The pianist takes the microphone and introduces the group.
Somewhere in New York, a guitarist takes a taxi from his apartment where his partner has just given birth. He’s a father. He is the leader of a band and he is supposed to play two sets at the legendary Village Vanguard.
Inside the jazz club, a saxophonist plays while looking at the sheet music in front of him. A bassist carries a nice little groove. A drummer plays a catchy beat.
Someone opens the Vanguard’s red door. Gripping his guitar, a man rushes down the stairs. He approaches the stage. The crowd erupts in applause for the guitarist – for a man who has just become a father.
He joins the group.
Four becomes five.
At halftime, a drummer holds hands with a guitarist. A tender embrace between friends and musicians. The music continues.
Somewhere in New York on Saturday night, around 8:30 p.m., a father plays guitar on a stage at the legendary Village Vanguard in New York. He shares the stage with a substitute saxophonist, who gives up the stage after the second song to relax in a booth against the wall.
His job is done.
Five becomes four.
For sixty minutes, a guitarist floats on stage. His head is in the clouds. His fingers barely touch the fretboard. A bass player and a pianist reach out to him. A tender embrace.
He’s playing a song from his new album. The magic deal. A chord, played in many variations and in many forms. Night descends. The awning outside the club lights up red.
Somewhere in New York on Saturday night, your leader heard something special. It was the soundtrack of a new father. For sixty minutes, patrons and musicians celebrated life.
With the portrait of Thelonious Monk hanging to his left, an Israeli guitarist sweetens the mood with a sort of lullaby, rocking his newborn baby to sleep.
Fitzie’s track of the day: Long Way From Home, by Gilad Hekselman
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