Winelight

One of the best albums ever.

Grower Washington is one of the most overlooked jazz artists of all times. Before Kenny G, before 'Smooth Jazz' became cliche', there was Grover. I was listening to and buying WineLight long before the others existed.

I reminisce all the time about when this album was released and I still listen to these songs all these years... It’s one of those alum/CD you play it all day long. It sounds just as good today when it was first released.

This album, cooking dinner for your lady, great bottle of wine. It doesn't get any better!

I Love The All Selections Of This C.D. Album So Very Much From My Scale From 1-10 I Give A 10 Is A Classic Like The Commercial Jingle Said: Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba I'm Lovin' It!!!!!!

Amazing Album!!!

A lot of folks were conceived to "Just to two of us"

I hadn't heard this album since the summer of 1981, when I was a 19 year-old college student. Back then, I would listen to Winelight on my Sony Walkman, while sitting on the beach in Venice, California without a care in the world. Discovering this music again--more than 30 years later --takes me back to that magical, carefree time. Grover's sax sounds as smooth and silky as ever. So happy iTunes showcased Winelight this month. SCORE!!

I remember first hearing this album while searching for a small stereo system at a Radio Shack store in my home town in 1981. The small but very impressive Minimus Seven system played this album conveying its tracks like sweet fragrance spilling out of a field of flowers. I had never heard any of Mr. Washingtons albums at the time. I was a young man of 14 years old about to embark on a journey to military school. I wanted a small system for my Dorm room and purchased it , along with this album. Many nights i would listen to this album over many others I had to ease my day and melt away my cares. I really do not know what it was that made it one of my favorite "Albums". It seemed to be honest heartwarming music played with truth and feeling. I was deeply saddened when this artist past away and I ALWAYS remember the nights at military school listening thru headphones and feeling to be a better person for it. A real keeper of an album.

Picked this selection up at a neighborhood used record store, about a month ago for fifty cents. The shabby, moth-eaten, cardboard sleeve initially stole my gaze, in large part, because of the ultra-cheesy facade. I remarked aloud, to no one in particular, "With a cover that corny, this has to be a smooth album." But, alas, the surface of the vinyl was a little too mucked up(even at that price), and I'd already compiled roughly thirty dollars-worth of other various albums, that were going to be hard-pressed fitting in the seat compartment of my Ruckus scooter. Several days later, I made a return to the same store, in order to grab a Miami Vice graphic LP for my friend, and noticed that "Winelight" was still sitting in the same lonely spot where my shrewd pocket-book had left it for dead. This must have been a sign. That, or every other passerby, that week, had been operating by a thought process similar to my own, when inspecting the tattered wax disc. Regardless, half a dollar didn't seem so steep for what was sure to be a low-risk wager. Realistically, I was looking at the price of gum, for what could lay path to a delightful evening chocked full of clever, unabashed grooves. Returning to my basement refuge(where my girlfriend lets me keep the man cave) later on that night, I quickly discovered the that the gamble would yield success, as the sweet-funked, yet ultra-placid jazz melodies of Grover Washington's arctic cool symphonic wonderland swaggered gingerly from the depths of my vintage Maxwell speakers. Masterfully arranged, the album pervays a relaxful feeling of unrelenting bliss, charged by hearty ions of sultry flavor and keen bravado. The girlfriend wasn't a fan, however. She compared the collection of tracks("Just the Two of Us" excluded) to really bad elevator music. But that's her normal classification for any type of jazz-like music not churned by Michael Buble( not even really jazz) and the toolish Jaime Cullum. So, I view that assessment as a compliment.