The title refers not only to the eponymous composition and the general vibe, but also to the trumpeter’s occasional affliction. The artwork includes a few shots of John McNeil cheerfully posing with cup of coffee and red, puffy eyes the size of half-dollars. Because, one supposes, there isn’t a lot going on outside when insomniacs suffer most acutely, music touching on the subject tends to give drummers-sources of racket and drive-the night off. So it is with the trumpeter, who recruits two Coloradoans, pianist Jeff Jenkins and bassist Kent McLagan, and no drummers for this CD.
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