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It’s posts like this that explain why Cox and Forkum readers—and the readers of a host of other Jew blogs—routinely kick my ass in these blog contests. I make so very little sense.
But so be it. Because you know what, man? I’ve just gotta be me.
Speaking of which, the underrated 70s gem Cisco Pike is officially out on DVD today. If anybody is interested in the DVD I burned from a VHS copy, just let me know. Cost you a buck or two for postage.
GAWD my parents listened to Chucks album way to fricken much.
I liked Maynard Furgeson better.
Feels So Good was in my dad’s record collection. As a child I would just kinda stare at the cover art (Mangione bear-hugging his French horn) and silently freak out. He really loved that horn.
It wasn’t until seeing King of the Hill that I realized that that was the guy who did the song that always played in the pediatrician’s waiting room.
Maynard Ferguson is the baddest MF around. Anyone who can turn Jimmy Webb’s MacArthur Park into a masterpiece is a music god.
We’re here to celebrate Chuck, bros. Show a little respect—not just for him, but for 1978.
You make a GREAT deal of sense, Jeff. For instance, were I not a regular reader of your superb site, I would never have known that Chuck Mangione was Jewish.
Well, what’s a french horn but a circumcised trumpet that keeps some of its brass tucked under the mattress?
Wasn’t he wearing some really super tight white pants (I mean really tight in a certain somewhere area) on the back of the album, or was that Andy Gibb.
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Not to put too fine a point on it, but Mangione played the flügelhorn, not the french horn.
One can bear hug the flügelhorn, but ya gotta fist the french horn.
HAH!!
Whatever. The point is, it was magical—and I owed Chuck a thank you.
We all do, in fact.
So thanks again, man. And Peace.
To this day, the “Land of Make Believe” vamp kills me. “Children of Sanchez” still holds up pretty well too, in my opinion.
Little known jazz drummer triva….. Billy Martin of the jazz organ trio Medeski, Martin and Wood toured with Chuck Mangione in 1987…but by then the 1970’s were gone.
Appy Polly Loggies, Jeff. CM and MF are inextricably linked in my mind as I was required to commit a myriad of their tunes to memory in high school jazz band. Although we routinely brought down the house with Mangione’s “Children of Sanchez”, I had my personal best moments during Ferguson’s “The Spirit of St. Frederick” and “Give It One”.
Of course, Mangione became kind of a vexing figure, since our lead trumpeter would routinely forget to bring his flugelhorn.
The 70s were gone by 1977. Jimmy Carter was to the 70s what Altamont was to the 60s.
TW: fact, as in jack.
BTW, Mangione put on one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen. He definitely operated by the jazz band leader maxim, “Always hire guys who are better players than you are.” He’d tootle a little bit and then turn his band loose to absolutely RIP IT UP.
That’s funny. I don’t remember a 1978.
TW: cause. just.
benana-na…
benana-na…
I’m reading this, and I’m hearing in my head that Muppets Show Song.
Is that anything like the early Muppets muh-NUH-mah-NUH guy?
Do Dooo da DOO doo
da DOOO do
da DOOO do
da DOO DOO DOODOO Doot!
…and MayBee beats me to it.
Mangione did an outstanding album back in 1970 or so called Friends and Love. Not sure if it’s in print anymore, but it really ought to be. It’s not just a showcase for flugelhorn; it’s vocals (not Chuck), guitar, drums, bass, trumpet, sax and the Rochester Philharmonic. I highly recommend it.
His later stuff was jazz/pop crapola, but this was good.
At one point, I believe Feels So Good was the biggest selling instrumental single of all time. He had another song that I preferred but I won’t drive everybody crazy by trying to hum it in print.
My orchestra director punked me into going to a Maynard Ferguson concert with him in 1974. Back then, orchestra directors didn’t molest their star cellist, or at least he didn’t molest me. Anyway, it wasn’t my bag until the last number and then he played “Hey Jude” by this obscure group called The Beatles. Honest to God I’d never heard of them before that night, but I fuckin loved that song, and still do. I’ve heard of Chuck but never listened to his stuff. Kinda like Carlos Santana.
Yeah, he did that song that played in the L.A. Olympics, IIRC. Awful stuff, although I liked it at the time.