Genre: Jazz
Places I remember: Fopp (Covent Garden)
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: A Foggy Day
Gear costume: What Is This Thing Called Love?
Active compensatory factors: I love Radio 2 (from the Beeb Beeb Ceeb). I was listening to it in a hotel room recently and Jamie Cullum had a show, during which he played a Red Garland track.
It fit my mood perfectly - an up tempo piano jazz piece, and I was on a mission.
Vinyl is always preferable so I tried Chaldon Records and Books, the jazz racks at Foyles by Fopp in Covent Garden, but no luck.
Retracing my steps back to Fopp I picked this up, along with three other Garland albums on CD.
I'm not sure how I haven't been captured by him before. It's the kind of jazz my dad would have liked in the mid fifties before I came along, but he also didn't own any of Red's albums. Instead, dad went for the more cerebral Dave Brubeck.
A pity - Red's the real deal.
Nevermind - it's great to make the discovery now, all thanks to Jamie Cullum!
Where do they all belong? Red's a shining star within the jazz world.
