The Wombat File Is Yours to Keep

So I got this record in the mail from LaLa, and here's the thing: I can't for the life of me remember where I heard of it or what prompted me to put it on my "want list."

Not that I'm sorry to have done so. What I know about Kurt Weill can be summarized in an oft-quoted line, but even as unschooled a consumer of jazz as I am can say with confidence that the collaboration of Gianluigi Trovesi and Gianni Coscia is that kind of record that seems instantly familiar, as if you'd always known it. It's predominant mood is melancholy, but it's a melancholy of the right sort, an inspiring sadness, a connection to the place where sorrow is at the very seat of the creative soul. Trovesi's bubbling clarinet and Coscia's fleet phrasings keep the funeral a party.

So, if anyone reading this is the person responsible for making me want to get this record, and I've forgotten, then thanks. Thanks.