On a Clear Day

Shirley Scott, 1966

I spent nearly 11 years in Chicago—which was just barely too long for me. I ended up itching to leave for a few years, there. It means, when I find myself back in the windy city, I don't have a long bucket list. Mine really comes down to: "is there any good music playing somewhere?" and Dusty Groove. I hit that venerable record store this last June and made out with quite a haul. The best of the bunch was On a Clear Day by Shirley Scott. Luckily for me, when I stumbled across this LP, I'd already dove deep into Shirley Scott's catalog when I was assembling a podcast a while back—so I knew this record was killer. Scott's by no means the biggest name in soul-jazz, which may have something to do with being a woman playing instrumental jazz in the 60s—some of the best players have been largely ignored by history, for that very reason. They've even repackaged some of her records her husband, Stanley Turrentine's name (which seems especially ignoble). Scott was an rock solid player with a number of records that, by rights, ought to be classics and/or sampling fodder.