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City Life

by Tin Pan

Vibrant, full of life, and connected. The Tin Pan Trio energizes tightly wound songs into New Orleans Jazz gold.
Genre: Jazz: New Orleans Jazz
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1. Brooklyn of Old
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2. Found a New Baby
4:51 $0.99
3. The Israelites
6:10 $0.99
4. That Same Thing
5:58 $0.99
5. Tremendous Gift
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6. My Uniform
5:28 $0.99
7. Dandelion
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8. Bring It on Down
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Album Notes
Liner Notes:

I finished my last Nat Sherman on the road trip right before the session and you can’t get such rarified and beautiful ammo up in Buffalo or Cold Spring. So, Marlboro Menthols. Why would I do such a thing to myself? Sleep deprivation and night driving don’t seem like a healthy combination either, but when the promoter tells you that he has a place for the band to crash and it turns out to be a cat-infested, smell nightmare you suck it up and you drive back to Rochester and sleep on Michelle’s couch. A little stop at Wegman’s for groceries and ambiance, the liquor store for bourbon, and then the drive to Old Soul. My brothers in arms are assembled there and ready to slay the demon dragon of making a record without any overdubs. The plan is to hit it like a golf course or ski slalom: we’ll just press record and run the set down over and over again until we get something magic on each tune. Of course, each pass gets vaguer and vaguer when the green sweater comes out. Lips and fingers get fatigued and I left my voice in Buffalo. More smoking so there is something to hang on to on our breaks besides booze and try to delight in the upper structure harmonics of the shredded larynx. It’s better not to listen back.

Weeks later: we pan for gold. This is our lives and the color of our lives. At some point after decades with our instruments in our hands, we just open ourselves up and what happens is completely unimportant and crucial at the same time. Flawed and flawless. Naked and polished. A river of our culture that we’ve submerged ourselves in, coming up for air at intervals to share what we’ve found in the deep.



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