The last I saw Herbie Mann he was about 35 which was old to me then. I thought what a cool song by such an older man. It's strange how time changes everything. The beat goes on.
is one of the best versions of this songs ever done, BAR NONE. Herbe Mann nails the core of this song. It isn't martial, its joyus and free. It isn't dirgelike, nor militant. Thanks Herbie. I'm sure the Lord smiles every time you play this at Gabe's Place. To those who have served, may we be worthy.
You can tell a lot about the quality of a TV series by listening soundtrack. Man, what a good show Better Call Saul is, I would have never listened to this exquisite piece of music if it wasn't for that show.
Herbie Mann was from Bklyn, New York. He experienced and knew the streets of the (human) ghetto.
His, for the greater part, was a sound music education from especially the Street University.
Oh, those Jam Sessions!
That explains the pathos, empathy, bereavement, tribulations and personal peculiarities that Herb brought to his music - without apologies.
Even though Herbie Mann had had a penchant for Funk, Hi-Lite Jive, Fusion and Psychedelic Discotheque (sp.) as a flute adventurer and pioneer, he nonetheless was an excellent (bass) clarinetist and tenor saxophonist of the "Cool (Jazz) School", or "The Smooth (Jazz) School" - "cool" being the same as smooth and relaxing.
As a flutist uniquely oriented, Mann could not and cannot be effectively imitated let alone duplicated.
HM:RIP