My friend, a big band leader talks with me about music and sounds when I visited him at the nursing home one day.
Bill Maisel 1919- 2003 by Henry B Stevens 10/10/2003
“My hidden desire would be to arrive unannounced where the old band was having a practice session and I could just listen. You know, some of the fellows had really developed a sweet sound.”
wheel chaired of partial mind Big Band leader of long ago recited to me, his friend, what four saxophones two trumpets one trombone set of drums piano and female vocalist could "Tuxcedo Junction" "How High The Moon" sweet sounds..
hundreds of gigs, clubs formal dances, benefit balls, graduations. they played the sweet sounds.
I wondered at what sweet sound now played in his mind which didn’t know what he just had for lunch.
I remember being younger Dorsey, James, Miller I once saw in concert Ella Fitzgerald with Louis Armstrong and thrilled to hear, which I don’t do so well anymore
when I no longer remember the sweet sounds where will they be?
I grew up listening to big band sounds. My mom and dad loved them, danced to them.. It sounds like Bill had an amazing life. Sadly time has a way of changing things , as does age.......M
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2005
I loved the big bands and ballroom dancing. I wish there was more of this now. What a wonderful era this was.
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