Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Hi everybody, I am on the run this morning I just got back from an early morning meeting and have to leave shortly for the hospital to get my periodic Infed IV to build my blood back up to normal. You know the result, yep another reprint.
Ray’s Daily first published on April 20, 2004
One of my all time favorite jazz men, Lionel Hampton was born on this day in 1908. In 1930, Hampton was at a recording session with Louie Armstrong, and during a break walked over to a vibraphone and started to play. He ended up playing the vibes on one song. The song became a hit; Hampton had introduced a new voice to jazz and he became "King of the Vibes."
When Benny Goodman heard him he asked Hampton to record with him, Gene Krupa on drums and Teddy Wilson on piano. The Benny Goodman Quartet recorded the jazz classics "Dinah," "Moonglow," "My Last Affair," and "Exactly Like You." Hampton’s addition to the groups also marked the breaking of the color barrier; the Benny Goodman Quartet was the first racially integrated group of jazz musicians.
I think I first heard his music on recordings from Benny Goodman’s 1938 Carnage Hall jazz concert. The music of the Goodman Quartet is still some of the best ever recorded. Hampton went on to form his own band and it was one of the all time best. His style has always been unmistakable and if you listen closely to his recordings you will hear his voice moaning in the background as he works his magic. He lived a long and full life continuing to play the vibes until he passed away Saturday, August 31, 2002.
Probably most of you have not heard his music or possibly even heard a solo vibraphone, if so you have missed something special. Fortunately his music lives on in film and recordings for those of us who still are touched by the beauty of his work.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
After many years, a young Jewish Talmud student who had left the old country for America returns to visit the family.
"But–where is your beard?" asks his mother upon seeing him.
"Mama," he replies, "in America, nobody wears a beard."
"But at least you keep the Sabbath?"
"Mama, business is business. In America, everybody works on the Sabbath."
"But kosher food you still eat?"
"Mama, in America, it is very difficult to keep kosher."
The old lady ponders this information and then leans over and whispers in his ear, "Isaac, tell me–you’re still circumcised?"
Those are my principles, if you don’t like them……I have others.
John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper. This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn’t take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to be a Catholic. They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic."
The men were so relieved, now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved. The next year’s Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses! WHAT WAS GOING ON? They called each other up and decided to meet over in John’s yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent?
The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."
I’ve learned…. That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
When temperatures plunged to 26 degrees below zero Fahrenheit, the Rockford, Ill., Register Star asked its readers to finish the sentence, "It was so cold that…" Here are some of the responses:
…you could freeze an egg on the sidewalk.
…I had to go up and break the smoke off my chimney.
…we opened the refrigerator to heat the house.
…when police saw a bank-robbery suspect and said, "Freeze!" he did.
…I saw a 32nd-degree Mason, and he was down to 15.
…when I called home to Arizona, the message caused the cactus to frost over.
…I let my dog out, and I had to break him loose from the tree.
Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.
Donald Ogden Stewart, the writer, had a son away at prep school. When the boy reached the age of fourteen, Stewart wrote him the following letter:
"Dear son, now that you have reached the magic age of fourteen, the time has come to tell you about the bees and flowers. There is a male and a female bee, although I haven’t the slightest idea which is which. As for the flowers – we get ours from the Plaza Florist, Inc.
Well, that takes care of that.
Write soon, Affectionately,
I made a mental note, but forgot where I put it.
Moshe was taking to his psychiatrist. "I had a weird dream recently," he says. "I saw my mother but then I noticed she had your face. I found this so worrying that I immediately awoke and couldn’t get back to sleep. I just stayed there thinking about it until 7am. I got up, made myself a slice of toast and some coffee and came straight here. Can you please help me explain the meaning of my dream?"
The psychiatrist kept silent for some time, then said, "One slice of toast and coffee? Do you call that a breakfast?"
"A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life."
William Arthur Ward
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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