Happy Apple Minneapolis, Minnesota
Michael Lewis - saxophones
Erik Fratzke - electric bass
Dave King - drums
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by Dave King Trucking Company
supported by 23 fans who also own “The World Begins And Ends In Your Combover”
I continue to be blown away by these guys. All have had an active year of touring and recording, yet they managed to gift us with THIS! My first exposure to Dave King was the Trucking Company, August 2018, at The Royal Room in Seattle. Honestly, the more I listen to this, the more I feel it isn't enough. I need to see them live again!
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BROKEN SHADOWS LIVE
by Chris Speed / Dave King / Reid Anderson / Tim Berne
supported by 20 fans who also own “The World Begins And Ends In Your Combover”
A haiku: Speed King Anderson Berne Broken Shadows Live Song for Che
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Brazen Heart Live at Jazz Standard - Complete
by Dave Douglas Quintet 2015
supported by 13 fans who also own “The World Begins And Ends In Your Combover”
Yes,yes,yes! I've been waiting for Dave to do this again...two brilliant runs by DDQ and Keystone were documented on Greenleaf back in the day; they were groundbreaking...recorded and released within 24 hours for each set...they were stellar performances and I play them again and again. With absolutely no chance of ever being there, this is the closest i'll ever be to 'being there'...so excited I may need to lay down in a darkened room for a while!
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Altera Vita
by Alina Bzhezhinska and Tony Kofi
Saxophone and harp intertwine on these gorgeous jazz tracks rich in movement and melody.
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New Regency Orchestra
by New Regency Orchestra
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 30, 2024
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The Kindest One
by Jorga Mesfin
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 30, 2024
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Four Serious Allegations
by Erik Fratzke's Fake Accent
supported by 12 fans who also own “The World Begins And Ends In Your Combover”
Mind bending psyjazz jammers! All hails and big ups! From the fleeting time-dilated-grace of falling down the stairs to the shot-through-space-serenity of one's cheek pressed to cool concrete while distant machinery thrums and blood slowly pools from a headwound, nothing is not left in the ring.
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