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I first heard about Dutch Falconi in 1990. Trombonist Chris Cook and I were working together in the Sign of the Crab warehouse, and Chris told me one day about this strange, experimental jazz group he had just joined. It was called Dutch Falconi, had seven members, and played only originals written by Dutch and the others. Coincidentally, I played trombone in high school. I did not join immediately, but only after experiencing some of their shows.
The group practiced for about 8 months before their first gig, held at Old Ironsides - at the time new to live music. The Bub Orchestra was the opener, it was crowded early, and would be packed beyond reason by the end of the night, a common occurance for most every show DF ever played! All the guests dressed in forties clothing that night... because it got them in free... (we were early members of the brief mid-90s swing revival).
I'll never forget the first sight of Dutch as he strode out in his all white suit, looking like a cross between a Broadway showman and greasy carnival worker. The band opened with a song written by Saxophonist Steve Vanoni, the August March - a wild cacophany of ascending chords - and then Dutch plunged into his signature tune, The Shoes of Despair.
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