A Bongo Bonanza featuring :
Preston Epps, Manu Chao, Mongo Santamaria, Jack Constanzo & Bongo Joe with a bonus of a Disney bear who’s not Ballou and 2 Nobel Prize Winners (and a tip of the hat to a third for my really savvy readers).
Sometimes you just feel unsettled.
Windows shakin’ all night in your dreams.
You can feel like you are a prisoner in a world of mystery.
No one can push that ticking clock back.
You start from here.
Maybe time to take a walk and clear the cobwebs from your head.
Far from the Towns in the rolling South Downs.
The hounds are out for their morning exercise.
The air’s so fresh you feel your heart expand.
Twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow.
What’s the thing that will snap you out of lethargy?
Maybe a trip to Tibet?
Maybe a full-length leather coat?
Or, Or, maybe those tunes rattlin’ the windows these last few nights weren’t dark forces tryin’ to get in but drums, Bongos indeed!
Bongos telling you to get up and dance.
Dance, dance, dance!
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Now you think of it there’s a particular tune that always starts the windows shakin’.
What was the guy’s name?
Sharp dressed dude with a hat.
Preston Epps – how could I forget a name like that!
And, how could I ever forget, ‘Bongo Rock’!
Take it away Preston.
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
That’ll flat get it!
Preston, who died in May this year, appeared on many fine records as a side man but his immortality as a musician was guaranteed once he recorded Bongo Rock in 1959.
Some things you can get tired of but Bongo Rock – Never!
OK, as Ballou the Bear from The Jungle Book would say :
‘I’m gone man, solid gone!’
So, we are going to keep those Bongos going.
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Now your mama might not have been queen of the mambo and your papa may not have been monarch of the Congo but as soon as Manu Chao hits his stride here you and your monkey will most assuredly know that you are the King of Bongo, baby!
The King of Bongo.
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Bongo, Bongo! Bongo!
Manu Chao.
He gets Rhythm.
He gets the Bongos.
And, his style crosses all linguistic and stylistic boundaries.
Don’t matter where you come from or where you’re goin’ everybody is partial to the Bongos.
C’mon let’s all bang on the Bongos.
Let’s go crazy bangin’ on the Bongos.
And, who better to blast us straight into outer and inner space than supreme Bongo master – Mongo Santamaria.
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Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Jazz classic Afro Blue given a magisterial reading on a Bongotastic night at New York’s Village in 1967.
Hubert Laws on Flute, Trumpet and Alto Sax by Ray Maldinado and Bobby Porcelli.
10 minutes of Bongo Heaven which never lets up.
Once Mongo gets his groove we are all gone, solid Gone!
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Our next Bongo King, Jack Costanzo was dubbed, ‘Mr Bongo’ by the esteemed Jazz critic Leonard Feather.
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Jack played with almost everyone in the Who’s Who of 20th century Jazz and Showbiz – from Frank Sinatra to Charlie Parker to The Supremes!
Have Bongos – ready to Party was Jack’s mantra.
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
There must be something in those Bongos because Jack almost made it to 99 before he went to play Bongos in the afterlife.
Going to finish up here with Bongo Joe.
Now, strictly speaking he doesn’t play the Bongos per se.
He actually plays the 55 Gallon Oil Drum.
But, I have to say there was no way I was going to write a post titled Bongo! Bongo! Bongo! and leave out my man Bongo Joe.
Joe started out as a ‘regular’ musician even playing piano for Sammy Davis Jr but he found his true calling when he found the sounds he could conjure from 55 gallon Oil Drums.
His birth name was George Coleman but he became and will always be remembered as Bongo Joe.
As Bongo Joe he became a legendary figure on the streets of Galveston and San Antonio over three decades.
In 1968 the ever perspicacious Chris Strachwitz at Arhoolie Records captured Joe in scorching form on his only recording, ‘George Coleman : Bongo Joe’.
Just before I moved down to the South Downs nearly three years ago I gave almost all my Vinyl to Oxfam but I kept my copy of Bongo Joe – some things are too precious to give away!
Now tell me that didn’t dispel any residual cobwebs!
Dig that whistling!
Ain’t nothin’ like the Bongos to cheer a body up.
I am just about to apply for a new Passport.
I was going to put ‘Writer’ for my Occupation but maybe in some countries that may not grant you so warm a welcome.
So, I am now resolved to write, ‘Bongocero’.
Everybody, everywhere, when you get right down to it loves the Bongos.
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!
More Bongo Lore :
My favourite Disney character is Bongo the Bear from the excellent, ‘Fun and Fancy Free’ from 1947.
I never tire of Dinah Shore telling the story of how escaped circus bear Bongo wins the heart of Lulubelle and defeats the dangerous wild bear Lockjaw.
The story comes from Sinclair Lewis ‘book, ‘Little Bear Bongo’.
Sinclair Lewis was a Nobel Prize winner as was a very enthusiastic Bongo Player – Maverick Physicist Richard Fenyman.
Maybe getting his Bongo groove on agitated the grey cells and released those genius insights!
In 1959 then teen heartthrob Cliff Richard appeared as a character called Bongo Herbert in a, ‘Satire’ called, ‘Expresso Bongo’.
I was never a fan of Cliff’s and when I see him on TV I usually mutter – oh look there’s Bongo Herbert!
Look out for Bongo Blues on the soundtrack performed by Hank Marvin and The Shadows.
Bongoland in Tanzania means a place where people have to be smart and savvy to get ahead.
There are two fine films called Bongoland and Bongo is apparently a generic term for the Tanzanian film industry.
A favourite childhood memory of mine is watching Magicians on TV.
My particular favourite was Ali Bongo who was something of a magician’s magician twice being granted the accolade of the presidency of The Magic Circle.
Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!