Friday, July 24, 2015

Thank You Radio KCCK/Tony Adamo

88.3 KCCK Cedar Rapids
Iowa's Jazz Station


Time zone: central
Jul 24th 2015 10:47am Tony Adamo “City Swings” from Tony Adamo and the New York Crew Playlist
Jul 22nd 2015 3:54pm Tony Adamo “City Swings” from Tony Adamo and the New York Crew Playlist
Jul 22nd 2015 11:11am Tony Adamo “Mama's Meat Pies” from Tony Adamo and the New York Crew Playlist
Jul 20th 2015 4:21pm Tony Adamo “City Swings” from Tony Adamo and the New York Crew Playlist
Jul 20th 2015 1:40pm Tony Adamo “Messengers Burnin'” from Tony Adamo & The New York Crew Playlist
Jul 16th 2015 3:21pm Tony Adamo & The New York Crew “Mama's Meat Pies” from Tony Adamo & The New York Crew Playlist
Jul 16th 2015 11:42am Tony Adamo “City Swings” from Tony Adamo and the New York Crew Playlist
Jul 15th 2015 3:54pm Tony Adamo “Messengers Burnin'” from Tony Adamo & The New York Crew

Funkin' At The Chickin Shack Lyrics Tony Adamo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3R02iKGwao

Funkin' At The Chickin Shack
Lyrics

Ft: Mike Clark & Tony Adamo
Produced By: Mike Clark

Funkin AT THE CHICKEN SHACK – Tony Adamo – 1990/HIPSPOKEN’ WORD

Jimmy Smith was laying down an incredible riff on a wall of kinetic sound that was oozing out of my car radio/
I was on my way back from a singing gig at an Indian Restaurant Saturday night is jazz night in the City by the Bay/
On my approach to the Bay Bridge I could see the fog was cold and watery wet as it lay low and crept along like solders on night patrol in Vietnam/
I steered my Chevy Nova like it was a priceless Lamborghini into the musical transition of thought No traffic on the B Bridge…2:00AM on the steel span and all was right with me/
Jimmy smith with friends Kenny Burrell, Stanley Turrenting, and drummer, Donald “Duck” Bailey were my musical guides for the ride/
I dug deep as I had to slow down, the fog was horror movie thick/
Now I had time to think to the 100th power Sho’ ‘ nuff and came up with Don Patterson, RIChard groove holm,Charles Earland, George Fame, Wild Bill Davis, Shirley Scott, Big John Patton, Baby Face Willette, Larry Young, Brother Jack McDuff, Jimmy MaGriff./
That’s where it’s at baby the royal bloodline of B-3 players who brought us into R&B, Pop, Rock & Roll and Soul Jazz. Into the swingin’ feature goes Joey “D”. No boundaries, no limits/

Bridge:
Back at the Chicken Shack people dancin’ to a kookin’ groove
Breakin’ out into a funk sweat
Boogie sounds brewin’ from the B-3
Your twisted sister never danced like that
Reuben Wilson and his killer sounds was a stackin’ the beat shakin’ the Chicken Shack down to its feet


What a beautiful and dynamic management of mind, body and intellect goes into coaxing Soul Jazz out of a fat Hammond B-3 organ/
Was it the foggy, misty, jazzy night? Or…was it that I actually got paid to sing Jazz?/
No! It was Jimmy Smith’s playin’ that was vibbin’ me along the steel rail the joyous atmosphere that hung in dense textures of musical thought was punctuating my life like bayonets turning to thumb prints on the consciousness of my creative mind. It was in thick reference to the wet fog rippling across the bridge, like fingers on a Hammond B3, Jimmy and me……free to be

14 Weeks & Counting/Jazzweek/Tony Adamo

http://www.jazzweek.com/releases/2015/04/tony-adamo-tony-adamo-and-the-new-york-crew-urban-zone-records/

Hey Baby!/Art By Adamo


Tony Adamo Strokeland Records


Roc Til On Urbanzonerecords/Produced By Tony Adamo


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Lyrics & Art By Tony Adamo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zR3eJrTvXs

 MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hipspoken’ Word

I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/

Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of times gone by laid me out like I was a hit man in a deep freeze/
   I was in the mood to get down
not just any get down mood, but a funky jazzy get down highlife mood that would shake me down to the bone/

Now how was that gonna happen/
 
On walls above the bar were pixs of Jimmy Smith, Brother Jack McDuff, Shirley Scott and larry Young/

Had I come from  nowhere  to find somewhere?/
On the ceiling were old and tattered playbills of past greats: Miles, Mingus, Monk, Train, Diz and the Bird/ 
They had come in the early AM over the years to jam on tiny a tiny stage that gave birth to a new musical word/ 
A jazzy sophistication accented by a hipness in thought.  A complex amazingly beautiful musical abstraction of pure melody line/
Can you dig it?  I had to sit down/  My head was spinnin’ fast thinking about the possibilities that Monk, Diz and the Bird had pushed into one fat chord/  Their musically original ideas gave birth to a spontaneous explosion of hybrid scales and hip to the bone atmospherical, improvisational, thoroughly impossible, but not improbable jazz notes of wonderment that had a residual harmonic effect upon our lives and souls/ Man I was in deep/  There was no turning back now  I felt a tap on my shoulder/
I turned and looked up into a wise face.  A face that said are you walkin or drinkin?.  I ordered a Brave Bull light on the rocks/

You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue trip.


No live music was in this joint, but Lou Donulson was lighting up the jukebox with his funky alligator boogaloo/
My mind kept tripping back to Miles, Mingus, Monk, Train, Diz and the Bird.  Maybe it was the ghost of times gone by or just the vibe of the room/  Whatever it was, I was in the zone of thought, the abstract thought of musical truth/
Those cats were the jazz architects of the new sound dimensions that colored our black and white lives/
A jazzy soul drenched feel that seeped in and saturated our dull existence and musically brought us closer to the Love Supreme/

You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue trip.

So what you may say!  So what!  Their music changed our performance in life.  The force of their powerful presence leaves you spellbound.  We all started to take Giant Steps around Midnight.  Yeah…nine miles of blue.

You got to be cool……nine miles of blue.
You got to get it right
With Miles and the gang you can see the light.
You got to be hip…….nine miles on a blue trip.

Tony Adamo & Doc Kupka

http://strokeland.com/StrokelandJazz/TonyAdamo/TonyAdamoAndTheNewYorkCrew/TonyAdamoAndTheNewYorkCrew.htm