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The Imminent Dr. Zeckendorf  Unfortunately, Whoopee's attention span is somewhat limited, and he seldom progresses beyond 32 bars before he nods off; however, in some cases this is a good thing, especially if you're seriously into music. Especially short music. | |
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Real Player sound files (.rm) The 374th Field Artillery Waltz Even soldiers need a dance break in between destroying villages, and in this tune one can almost see the swirl of colorful, blood-spattered uniforms and flowing gowns of wounded debutantes. And it helps if you squint. Calamity Sam (The Man What Am) Sam was a legendary fellow who used to run amuck for a mucking company in Three Rivers. He was responsible for much of the collateral damage that is generally blamed on the High Sierra Jazz Band. Dinghies In the Moonlight A kind of Navy tune. Like a small navy. Like rowboats. And the Captain's dinghy. He certainly is. Downhill All the Way This allegedly has something to do with the curvature of the earth. His companion works, "Uphill All the Way," is for play below the Equator. I Loved You a Long Time Ago One for all the old-fashioned lovers in the audience, also martini lovers. Whichever, the older they are or the more sloshed they get, the better this sounds. It Only Happens With You K .O. has never explained what "It" is, so it could be anything from stomach cramps to full bankruptcy. But it's all your fault, and don't ever you forget it! The Jazz Revival A bit on the longish side as Whoopee really started to get into it when some folks showed up to clap hands, thinking it was a Sunday revival. That last low note shook loose a lot of their fillings, but they really felt saved. Night Flight For all the passengers who take those "red-eye" flights. Put the earphones on, crank up the volume, and you won't have to listen to all those grinding and clunking noises of the wing being disassembled, or the co-pilot screaming. Rain Street A tone-poem with an extremely rare four-bar bridge, which was previously attempted only by Hector Berlioz, and he's dead now. The city at night. Empty, shadowy, rain-slickened streets sparkled with reflections, the lonely wail of a saxophone echoing from around the corner, some drunk passed out in the gutter. My kind of town Modesto is. Walk With Me Do not follow me, for I might not lead. Do not walk ahead, for I might not follow. Better yet, just leave me the hell alone and go walk somewhere else. |
 "The Hills of Modesto"  "Golden Gate Bridge on a Lousy Day for Painting"  "Navel Orange"  "An Italian Broad" (unfinished)
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