The Microtonal Freedom Band - Dean Price
The Microtonal Freedom Band, circa 1973. I was the lone American in the group. I met the fellow musicians at Oxford Students Arts Council. I can't remember why I was there, but when I heard some free jazz, I took bold to sit at the grand piano and play. After 45 minutes of jamming, Robin MacCleary called me "a young McCoy Tyner," a high compliment indeed (but not deserved). Nevertheless, we staged several gigs in Oxford and did shows in Reading, Nottingham, and Birmingham.
Whilst still a tender 17 years of age, I was, in a Dickensian way, the recipient of a once-in-a-lifetime good fortune. I was invited by my mother's sister to accompany her family to Oxford, England, for an entire year. In the days leading up to moving to our new English digs, we visited the Canary Islands, Spain, France, Switzerland, and Germany. I am now bringing my slides--representing the fresh eyes of a young American--to the light of flickr, so we all can remember what Europe looked like in 1972. If anyone can identify these photos in particular, I would appreciate it very much. Enjoy!
The Microtonal Freedom Band - Dean Price
The Microtonal Freedom Band, circa 1973. I was the lone American in the group. I met the fellow musicians at Oxford Students Arts Council. I can't remember why I was there, but when I heard some free jazz, I took bold to sit at the grand piano and play. After 45 minutes of jamming, Robin MacCleary called me "a young McCoy Tyner," a high compliment indeed (but not deserved). Nevertheless, we staged several gigs in Oxford and did shows in Reading, Nottingham, and Birmingham.
Whilst still a tender 17 years of age, I was, in a Dickensian way, the recipient of a once-in-a-lifetime good fortune. I was invited by my mother's sister to accompany her family to Oxford, England, for an entire year. In the days leading up to moving to our new English digs, we visited the Canary Islands, Spain, France, Switzerland, and Germany. I am now bringing my slides--representing the fresh eyes of a young American--to the light of flickr, so we all can remember what Europe looked like in 1972. If anyone can identify these photos in particular, I would appreciate it very much. Enjoy!