“My Funny Valentine” certain has staying power: it was already a classic when it appeared in 1958 in the movie “The Talented Mr. Ripley,” still one of the great jazz-Ivy movies. May cupid bless you on this day. — CC
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My two cents worth: My Funny Valentine originally sung on Broadway in the rousing 1937 Rodgers and Hart musical Babes In Arms by child star Mitzi Green.
Sorry Matt, you’re no singer.
My Funny Valentine – Miles Davis Davis in Concert, Philharmonic Hall, Lincoln Center, 1964. Beautiful album, Valentine especially.
So good, I named him twice. Sorry about that, folks, but thoughts of red roses and chocolates are very distracting.
Just listened to Miles playing Valentine.
I’m glad the track was labeled, otherwise I wouldn’t have known what he was playing–true of so much jazz.
Great seasonal post CC. Thanks.
Or, best of all IMO, check out the original Chet Baker performance of My Funny Valentine that Matt Damon is imitating: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsbwj-T3ycg
If you wouldn’t have known what Miles was playing without the track being labeled, Boston Bream, I feel a) you might be exaggerating on an unrivalled scale, and b) in order that your shell-likes won’t be further offended, I suggest you never put them anywhere near anything Miles recorded post-1970.
Somehow this picture looks very much like the Caustic Man (Pani, or whatever his name is)
I assume that we both share an interest in Ivy garb, or we wouldn’t be followers of this blog. This does not necessitate that I share your interest in jazz, a form of music that goes against my aesthetic sense.
You’re just like Dickie’s father!
If jazz goes against your aesthetic sense, Boston, why would you bother listening to Miles’s Valentine? If you recommended a 12 tone piece to me I’d simply dismiss it, because it was never my bag. I’d certainly never listen to it just so I could bad mouth it, and then go on and complain that I didn’t share your interest in 12 tone music because it went against my aesthetic sense. If you don’t like America’s great native art form, just leave it to those who do.
I’ll have to watch the film again to decide whether to take that as a compliment.