Even those here who were actually paying attention to my “Norwegian jazz name” thing (and probably just to be nice) have probably forgotten all about it. It’s like remembering what you had for breakfast a year ago.
I won’t blame you for not remembering what was not needful, and for those of you coming up on to this for the first time, I won’t hold it against you that you’ll forget it 20 minutes later.
Heck, I couldn’t even remember where I finished off last time myself!
And for the record, the results were nothing to sniff at!
Norwegian jazz genius is something anthropologists will be struggling to explain for a very long time, I suspect.
Now we can progress–and I’m using a very liberal interpretation of the word “progress”–to the next items along that well travelled sequential chain of symbols (or should I say “cymbals”? arf arf) we know as the English alphabet.
Which brings us to a surprisingly sparse (for Norway) showing for “I”. Just one drummer, to be precise, by the name of Terje Isungset.
Terje is a drummer and composer who works not just with jazz but with Scandinavian and indigenous traditional music. But what will probably strike you most (arf, arf, arf) is that Terje makes and plays ice percussion.
We like to joke around here at BoFN but no joke, I think Terje’s composition and performance here is quite beautiful:
I’d like to give you the names of the other players and singers but they are not listed. The performance is at the Grieg Concert Hall, and I think I can safely say that ole Edvard would be proud of his native son.
That’s a great “ice sung set” with Terje Isungset.
Like I said, we do like to joke around–and I’m using a very liberal interpretation of the word “joke”–here at BoFN.
Where was I? Oh, I. No, I don’t mean me, I mean I. I was at I.
Now before reading on, and remembering this is Norway we’re talking about, what do you think the results will be for “J”?
Well, you were right and wrong. Yes, there are a lot of drummers, but no, the names are not (how can I put this delicately?) funny. There’s a Jakobsen, a Jennsen, and a whole mess o’ Johansens. They may be brilliantly talented, but we’re not going to stop and find out, because this is not called The Blog of Exactly the Kind of Names You’d Expect.
Which brings us to “K.” We got some good stuff there, but we’re not going to move on to it just yet. Why? Because we are approaching BoFN’s designated word limit.