At the very least, Alpert was a gifted arranger who understood the architecture of successful pop music and managed to create an unexpected hit record. Today, once you can get past the initial recoil of listening to music this obviously dated, it's apparent that Alpert was on to something. Which bring up an interesting question: who is the target audience for this release? It's hard to believe that there are people out there who are salivating for it. Factory has reissued a remastered version, along with several other Alpert titles, as part of its Herb Alpert catalog. Even though there are probably millions of copies of available for a dime in flea markets and garage sales, Shout! Much of this material is very catchy and appealing, and there's enough variety in the basic concept to ensure that it doesn't get run into the ground. A lot of fashionable music from the past sounds dated today, as Alpert's does, but that doesn't detract from its charm.
“Obviously now it would hardly register, but at the time I thought, ' Wow, that’s a little much.' And I didn’t know, quite frankly, whether it reflected the album -- the music I was doing at the time. Obviously that was fortuitous.” It was, because the LP in question, attributed to Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass, was his breakout album, and the photo in question was the now iconic shot of a seemingly nude, doe-eyed young woman sunk up to her décolletage in what appears to be a giant pile of the titular dessert topping.A young woman asked provocative questions of three bachelors who sat on stools behind a large wall.After questioning, the "bachelorette" chose one of the bachelors for her date, based only on how they answered her questions.On occasion, the role would be reversed (one bachelor, three bachelorettes).Syndicated revivals were moderated by Elaine Joyce, Jeff Mac Gregor, Brad Sherwood, and Chuck Woolery. I was first exposed to jazz through a reasonably priced vinyl copy of Kind Of Blue. My advice to new listeners is keep digging until you find the jazz style/artist/record that gets your hairs a-standing Read more I love jazz because of its emotive intelligence.On her head is an added dollop of white, evoking, maybe, one of Billie Holiday’s signature gardenias.In her left hand she absently holds a long red rose, perhaps a sop to notions of traditional romance, or maybe an unneeded effort by the photographer to add color and more visual interest.Fifteen years after I scoured my parents' records, I'm forced to conclude that isn't a bad record after all. However, it's probably all the Alpert one needs in their collection.