It’s possible that the late 70s were the apex of groove. Maybe it was all the pot they were smoking combined with fretless basses and really long improvised tunes. Whatever the reason, some of the music is funky as can be. My groovin’ trombone playing teenage son has just introduced me to Jaco Pastorius’ ‘The Chicken’, which has become this week’s earworm, but I’m not complaining.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.