Hindustan,where we stopped our tired caravan, Hindustan,where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan, Hindustan,where the purple sun bird flashes across the sand, Hindustan, where I met her hand and the world began. Composed by Oliver Wallace and Harold Weeks in 1917 or 1918, not a Hindustani song, but a standard for trad jazz-bands.
Really good job. But it doesn't do justice to watching them live at Preservation Hall in New Orleans. Only $10 a person every Sat and some Sundays/Fridays from 8pm-11pm. And no, I'm not their marketing manager.. :) ...I saw them live this past weekend and the band they featured (differs each day) was great!
They're not taking this song seriously. It has three keys, two minor and one major. They're playing only the major section, which is the least interesting.
wonderful, rich, swinging music, what you hear when these cats play is a lifetime of honing their art... always think this music should be heard in a club environment, not concert hall. if i'd had a few drinks and this band struck up, i'd be on my feet dancing like a fool
There's nothing worse than people tapping their hands when they should be dancing! Get up and dance people, dance, dance! I promise Louis Armstrong i'll dance next time time i'm in such a situation.
