Boogaloo Joe Jones
1973
Black Whip
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01. Black Whip 6:45
02. My Love 5:26
03. Freak Off 8:29
04. Daniel 4:20
05. The Ballad Of Mad Dogs And Englishmen 6:56
06. Crank Me Up 7:06
Bass, Electric Bass – Ron Carter
Drums, Percussion – Bud Kelly
Electric Piano – Sonny Phillips
Guitar – Ivan 'Boogaloo' Joe Jones
Organ – Bobby Knowles
Percussion – Jimmy Johnson
Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Percussion – Dave Hubbard
Recorded at Broadway Recording Studios, New York City; July 25, 1973
Somewhere between "funky" era Grant Green and plain funky Melvin Sparks lyeth the great Boogaloo Joe Jones. Its the early 70's... admittedly the organ thing is dying out, but labels are still desperate to capture the "young" generation... hence along cometh Boogaloo... a funky Jazz guitarist who is the epitome of both "soul" and "Jazz" and a sound that has the crispness of the old funky Blue Note sound... with a bit of extra bite added in. (Both these sessions were originally released on the Prestige label.)
An under-rated funky and bluesy Jazz gi-tah session man, Boogaloo's trademark was an ability to surround himself with some of the best sidemen he could and letting them do the job they already knew how to do (he told me this himself!) - - In many ways it worked too well... Since he's not all over the place, pretentiously showing off how complex he could play, its all too easy to write him off... but then if you listen closely... very closey you realize the precision of his razor sharp slick, simple and sharp ability to swing, groove and preach the blues. Many of the licks are so quotable, you almost write them off because they all just fit in like piece of pie and sound so GOOD you tend to think, "Well duhhhhh... it was meant to be there..." but then you realize that that
As an added bonus, he's "production savvy" - - if you don't believe me, notice the things that are easy not to notice but one day you know... for example, a strange whistle going off at the end of a soul, the subtle addition of a shaking tambourine, or even a simple coupla note Wes'ish strum that builds to the equivallent of a musical orgasm.
1973
Black Whip
02. My Love 5:26
03. Freak Off 8:29
04. Daniel 4:20
05. The Ballad Of Mad Dogs And Englishmen 6:56
06. Crank Me Up 7:06
Bass, Electric Bass – Ron Carter
Drums, Percussion – Bud Kelly
Electric Piano – Sonny Phillips
Guitar – Ivan 'Boogaloo' Joe Jones
Organ – Bobby Knowles
Percussion – Jimmy Johnson
Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Percussion – Dave Hubbard
Recorded at Broadway Recording Studios, New York City; July 25, 1973
Somewhere between "funky" era Grant Green and plain funky Melvin Sparks lyeth the great Boogaloo Joe Jones. Its the early 70's... admittedly the organ thing is dying out, but labels are still desperate to capture the "young" generation... hence along cometh Boogaloo... a funky Jazz guitarist who is the epitome of both "soul" and "Jazz" and a sound that has the crispness of the old funky Blue Note sound... with a bit of extra bite added in. (Both these sessions were originally released on the Prestige label.)
An under-rated funky and bluesy Jazz gi-tah session man, Boogaloo's trademark was an ability to surround himself with some of the best sidemen he could and letting them do the job they already knew how to do (he told me this himself!) - - In many ways it worked too well... Since he's not all over the place, pretentiously showing off how complex he could play, its all too easy to write him off... but then if you listen closely... very closey you realize the precision of his razor sharp slick, simple and sharp ability to swing, groove and preach the blues. Many of the licks are so quotable, you almost write them off because they all just fit in like piece of pie and sound so GOOD you tend to think, "Well duhhhhh... it was meant to be there..." but then you realize that that
As an added bonus, he's "production savvy" - - if you don't believe me, notice the things that are easy not to notice but one day you know... for example, a strange whistle going off at the end of a soul, the subtle addition of a shaking tambourine, or even a simple coupla note Wes'ish strum that builds to the equivallent of a musical orgasm.