This "disk" I have often repeatedly brought in the 1960s as 8-year-old in the month from the record collection of my parents and played until I knew almost every single note by heart. This LP is now in my record collection. The music of Herb Alpert had me beaten as a child very quickly under her spell. Straightforward and authentic re-enactment of emotions and life was and is for me music then and now. There are few musicians who play klischeéfrei music. Herb Alpert is certainly not a technical virtuoso, as there are many others, but yet his music is coherent and ultimately perfect. How is it possible, I asked myself over and over again. Herb Alpert plays as a soloist on the trumpet never in the foreground, even if the trumpet basically as a solo instrument is always in the foreground. Music was once more well aligned to wholeness. The complete work counts, not the power or ability of individuals. The individual is its ability, taking into account the targeted goal, rather the band. With the music I have as a child associated scenes from a dusty, sunny Spain, where sombreros, were seen horses and life was lived powerfully. Alpert has the combination of hope, joy, excitement but also sadness (Title: Bud) very well implemented. So music can plan limited. Musicians who must perform so love life basically and at the service of life. It was only the modesty of individuals in the group makes it possible to create a great work like this LP.
