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We'd like seconds. Life is too short to settle for just one helping of joy. Embrace the moments that make you crave seconds.
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Summer Nats on tap.#fasterthanyesterday #bmxislife #endofsummer #bmx
Time... Link: https://youtu.be/lwJstALJsM4 #timeisprecious #timeismoney #secondscount #clock #timeisrunningout #timeisrunning #wastingtime #greatestpoetalive #clockworkorange #clocks #timekeeper (at Chicago, Illinois)
The moment you realize your life was in danger, and you only had a few seconds left... #ElectricThreeProngConverter #InvestigateBurningSmells #SecondsCount #BurntWiring
Plunger’s gonna party like it’s er, 1990-something
… so it’s nice to take a wavy-line screen-fade back to those days with the first release on CD of Seconds Count, the 1990 album by Sketch, a five-piece comprised of vocalist Sue Hawker, pianist Pete Saberton, Rob Koral on guitar, Jeremy Stacey on drums and bassist Laurence Cottle.
One of the best things about Planet Jazz is that it’s one of the few places not touched by the dead hand of punk: no-one has to pretend they’re ‘edgy’; ‘energy’ and ‘attitude’ aren’t substitutes for talent; and musicianship isn’t a dirty word.
And there’s plenty of skill and artistry on display, exemplified in the smooth, latinate opener Feels So Good with Pete combining rhythmic percussive playing and a fluid break, Jeremy’s stylish rhythm-and-pace switch drumming, Laurence’s taut fusion bass lines and a fiery-toned discursive solo from Rob. All this topped with Sue’s deceptively oomph-laden velvety vibrato. The bustling Crazy Sunday keeps up the latin vibe, with complex drum-and-bass work weaving around the trenchant bop guitar and piano. Laurence and Jeremy provide tight, discotastic backing for the funkier pulse of Cool For Love, the punchy keys and choppy guitar adding a splash of Caribbean flavour overlaid with Sue’s gritty, soulful vox before she closes the song with impressive vocal gymnastics in a snappy head-bobbing coda.
Taking things down a little are Was It Something You Said, a mellower, NY-by-night smoocher, led by Sue’s vocal and some very nice elastic, swooping fretless bass, and the stately late-night epic Heroes. Pete’s sophisticated piano is supported by lyrical bass and guitar trills and crisp, spare drums, Sue’s smoky, breathy vocal simultaneously melancholy and stirring. Rob’s guitar outing encompasses delicate octaves, arpeggios and bags of ‘space’ while Pete’s cascading piano break mixes the pugnaciousness of Camilo with crisp Loussierisms and grandiose Moraz passages.
As well as these five originals, three standards are given a sketch makeover: Fever (as made famous by Peggy Lee) begins as a fairly faithful, louche cover before swinging out with fluid piano and fittingly-fevered, abandoned vocals, before a gimlet-toned Coltrane progression guitar break heralds a clever deconstructed close; Stormy Monday Blues is rendered as a stripped back blues-jazz archetype showcasing Sue’s impassioned belter voice (with a burst of Cleo Laine scat!) and a simple but effective piano break, although Rob’s contribution does range from classic blues phrasing to scorching angry-wasp-in-a-jar fusion; there’s more skittering fusion from Rob on a breezy loose-limbed run at the Billie Holiday staple Fine And Mellow, as well as an extended helping of the same from Laurence’s bass, driven at a canter by Jeremy’s intricate-but-never-too-showy drums.
It may be 27-years old, but actually Seconds Count doesn’t evoke waves of nostalgia in Plunger: that’s because (whether it was made last millennium or last week) quality music is timeless.
Seconds Count is released on 22nd September by 33Jazz Records/Proper Music Distribution.
.87 Seconds away from getting a state time! So Close!!!! So Proud of her!!! Ahhh! #swimming #secondscount #ahhhh #blessed (at City of Harbor Springs)
Public Thoroughfare
With eyes firmly fixed on the ground we cautiously moved on. After the conversation had finally shifted from snakes, poison versus venom, and general death chat, it was time to walk a mile or two along an active railway line. To avoid leeches, ankle strains and the worst of the detritus, we stepped on the sleepers rather than between them. Whilst we didn't have to clear the track for any trains, we did pass dozens of schoolchildren heading home in the opposite direction. Even more surprisingly a couple of horned cows emerged from the bushes and made their way in the trail of the children. One of the schoolboys who was behind the cattle deliberately startled them so that they effectively ended up chasing his classmates down the track. Another cow had clearly been waylaid and came belting towards us at the side of the line. Hannah was a few feet ahead of me and after the cow ran past her, I felt a solid moment of fight or flight as it galloped in my direction and our eyes met. I was OVERjoyed to see it run past. We stopped for a cup of tea at a train station and then did the last leg to our homestay accommodation with a hilltop tribe.