Den består av stålplattor som anslås med mjuka klubbor. Under plattorna finns resonansrör som förstärker ljudet och i dessa finns små metallplattor som med hjälp av en motor roterar. På det sättet får ljudet en vibrerande karaktär, därav namnet. Vibrafoner har också en pedal varmed man kan styra hur länge tonen ska klinga.
Vibrafonen utvecklades från klockspelet till ett jazzinstrument i 1930-talets Chicago. Källa: Wikipedia
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En av många jazz-virtuoser var Milt Jackson. Han kommer i det första klippet. Men jag har valt en bild på vibrafonisten som utvecklade tekniken med fyra klubbor (istället för två).
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| Gary Burton (f. 1943) |
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Först ut, två giganter och goda vänner, Milt Jackson och John Coltrane (på tenorsax) i den fantastiska låten som bär deras smeknamn, "Bags & Trane". Låten är instrumental, men det blir inte mycket elegantare än så.
Album: Bags & Trane
Label: Atlantic Records, 1961
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Vi flyttar fram till slutet av 1960-talet och Tim Buckley's tredje album, "Happy Sad". Den skivan präglas i hög grad av vibrafonisten David Friedman. Det blev också Tim Buckley's mest framgångsrika album. Jag har valt ut låten Buzzin' Fly.
Buzzin' Fly, performed by Tim Buckley
(Text & Musik: Tim Buckley. Label: Elektra Records, 1969)
Just like a buzzin' fly I come into your life
Now I float away like honey in the sun
Was it right or wrong?
I couldn't sing that song anyway
Oh, but darlin', now I remember
How the sun shone down
And how it warmed your prayin' smile
When all the love was there
You're the one I talk about, you're the one I think about
Everywhere I go
But sometimes honey in the mornin'
Oh, I miss you so
That's how I know I found a home
That's how I know I found home
Oh, hear the mountains ringing
Lord, I can hear them singing, darling, out your name
And tell me if you know just how the river flows
Down to the sea
Now I wanna know
Mama, everything about you now
I wanna know
Mama, everything about you
What makes ya smile? What makes ya wild?
What makes ya love me this way
Mama, I wanna know
Darlin' I wanna know
You're the one I talk about, you're the one I think about
Everywhere I go
And sometimes honey in the mornin'
Oh, I miss you so
That's how I know I found a home
That's how I know I found a home
A walkin' hand in hand and all along the sand
Seabird knew your name now
I think he knows your love was growin' I think it knows it's flowin'
Mama, through you and me
Ah, tell me darlin'
If I should leave you
Ah, tell me darlin'
I never want to grieve you
Just like a buzzin' fly I'll come into your life
And I'll float away like honey in the sun
Was it right or wrong?
I couldn't sing that song anyway
Oh, but darlin', now I remember
How the sun shown down
And how it warmed your prayin' smile
When all the love was there
You're the one I talk about, you're the one I think about
Everywhere I go
And sometimes honey, in the mornin'
Oh, I miss you so
Oh darlin', I miss you so
Hey mama I miss you so
I miss you so, yeah
Mama I miss you so
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Jag avslutar vibrafon-sticket med en sång som sägs vara det sista Joey Ramone lyssnade på innan han somnade in 2001, U2's "In a little while". Den var ursprungligen en rest-låt från en jamsession när Bono's röst hade tappat i styrka. Så småningom blev det en uppskattad gospelsång på konserterna. Källa: Wikipedia
I klippet kan ni lyssna till Steve Shapiro.
In a little while, performed by U2
(Label: Island Records, 2000)
In a little while
Surely you'll be back
In a little while I'll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, Love
When the night, takes a deep breath
And the daylight, has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawlin' home
WiIl you, be there
Ahoo hoo hoo
Ahoo hoo hoo
In a little while
I will blow by every breeze
Friday night runnin'
To Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl, she's mine
And I've know her since
Since you were a little girl
With Spanish eyes
Oh, when I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by
Hu hoo
My, how you've grown!
Well it's been, been
It's been a little while
Ahoo hoo hoo
Ahoo hoo hoo
Ahoo hoo hoo hoo, hoo, hu
Slow down my bleedin' heart
Man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on starlets dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of light
Turn it on, turn it on, turn me on
Hmm ya
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