tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39968806024288167902024-03-13T08:23:26.097-07:00jazz cd reviewse-mail: jazzcdreviews@gmail.comTony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-77442589435711053422013-08-16T03:31:00.000-07:002013-08-16T03:47:06.645-07:00Revisiting, Finally, the Remarkable Work of Saxophonist Steve Lacy<b><i></i></b><br />
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By <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2012/02/brian-morton.html">Brian Morton</a><br />
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Steve Lacy sucked. Really. The man who apparently inspired John
Coltrane to take up the soprano saxophone and who remained uxoriously
loyal to the ‘straight horn’ throughout his own career, actually played
notes on the in-breath. Anyone who has tried to do this in a more than
incidental way will tell you – hell, I’ll tell you – how difficult it
is. But Lacy had a rooted devotion to his instrument. When I spoke to
him in 1987 he remembered that when he was setting out, the soprano was
associated in most players’ minds with Sidney Bechet, and with Bechet
follower Bob Wilber, and that was pretty much it. “You’d see an
occasional one in pawnshops or thrift stores. That was it. No one was
playing it. I found that kind of fascinating. And its voice, too. It’s
like a singing voice, feminine but with a masculine quality. You get
down the low end of a tenor saxophone and you don’t want to dwell there.
It’s too . . . much. But with the soprano you can really explore that
bottom register.” It’s easy to tell apart the critics who’ve really
listened to Lacy and those who’ve just scanned his song titles by what
they say about his sound. If you’re being told that he specialized in
high-end squeaks, you’ve got the latter variety. Truth is, Lacy was a
brilliant middle and lower register player. That was where he heard the
music. He did frequently ‘go to the moon’, as he liked to put it, but
admitted that it was hard and hurtful work. He experimented with hard
and plastic reeds and metal mouthpieces but was more comfortable working
with a soft reed. He once talked to me for an hour about where the
reeds grew in this native France, always in the wild, never cultivated,
not replaceable with bamboo. “There’s a spirit in the reed, which is
maybe the spirit of the place where they grow, and you have to get that
out.”<br />
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There are other misconceptions about Lacy. One is that he was –
almost slavishly – a Thelonious Monk disciple. Lacy certainly devoted
himself, at times almost exclusively, to Monk compositions. He might be
credited to a large degree with creating our current understanding of
Monk as a composer. But his first serious grounding in music was with
another modern giant. The young Lacy had experimented with other reed
instruments – it’s pleasing that his birth name Lackritz is German for
liquorice and ‘liquorice stick’ is slang for the clarinet – and had
dalliances with tenor and even baritone saxophone. But he couldn’t hear
his music, and certainly not the dominant sound of bebop on those horns.
The soprano seemed to him a natural voice and it was with Cecil Taylor
rather than at the feet of Thelonious Monk that he began to evolve his
personal language. Taylor’s importance in modern music is immense, but
also somewhat occluded. An artist without an identifiable apostleship
always runs the risk of seeming less monolithically important than an
artist like, say, Coltrane, or Charlie Parker before him, who spawns
copyists. There is a substantial literature on the nature of influence –
or what Harold Bloom calls ‘the anxiety of influence’ – but Taylor
stands somewhat apart from that process. He taught Lacy a great deal
without imparting anything remotely doctrinaire. They’re heard together
on Taylor’s astonishing 1956 album <i>Jazz Advance</i>, a rare example
of a hyperbolic title that lives up to its own billing, on which Lacy,
just a couple of years away from playing Dixieland, sounds astonishingly
mature and Taylor himself takes Monk to the cleaners. In later years,
Steve was somewhat reticent about the connection, which is perhaps a
sure sign that it was what Bloom would call a ‘strong’ one.<br />
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Having quite literally sat at Monk’s feet – “I’d be there, almost
under the piano, night after night, and sometimes he’d look down and say
in this slightly tired voice ‘Oh, it’s you again, Steven’!” – Lacy set
about creating a body of work that seemed to be trying to find a genuine
point of contact between entirely free playing and strict melody,
between the cadences of speech and those of music, between atonality (if
such a thing really exists) and diatonic vernacular music, between the
avant-garde and popular music, between old and new: the list goes on.
His long engagement with Monk compositions really began in 1958, with
the fine quartet LP <i>Reflections</i>, which also featured pianist
Mal Waldron, a future duo partner. Waldron told me that Lacy would sing
Monk tunes over and over to himself, even before playing them on the
saxophone. “He’d change a note here or there, speed them up and slow
them down, and he’d shake his head in wonder and laugh. I guess he was a
little obsessed . . . but he was happy-obsessed!”<br />
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Now, nearly ten years after his death, Lacy has begun to attract
similarly obsessive attention among creative players. Lacy compositions,
which while he lived seemed to belong to the composer and to the
composer only, have started to enter the modern repertory. Tunes like
‘Ducks’ and ‘The Wire’ (after which a celebrated contemporary music
magazine took its name), ‘Lumps’ and ‘Wickets’ are turning up in the
credits of recent jazz and improv recordings. Among the most sustained
attempts to close with the Lacy is legacy is a two-CD set by The
Whammies – they take their name from Steve’s tribute to Fats Navarro –
called very simply <b><i><a href="http://driffrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-music-of-steve-lacy-vol-2">Play The Music Of Steve Lacy: Volume 1 & 2</a> </i>(Driff Records CD 1201/1202)</b>.
It’s a great outfit, fronted by alto saxophonist Jorrit Dijkstra and
pianist Pandelis Karayorgis, who between them run the label, and
trombonist Jeb Bishop, whose presence recalls Lacy’s early work with
Roswell Rudd. Completing the group are violinist/violist Mary Oliver,
bassist Nate McBride and drummer Han Bennink. Much of the material has
been taken direct from manuscript and has never been recorded in its
original form. Inevitably, Thelonious Monk is also a presence,
represented by a remarkable interpretation of ‘Shuffle Boil’ and the
Lacy dedication ‘Hanky Panky’ on volume two, ‘Locomotive’ on the first
disc. But the emphasis is squarely on Lacy as a composer and one whose
imagination was never restricted to post-bop jazz. The music’s sources
range as far afield as fine art (‘Pregnant Virgin’ is a dedication to
Vincent Van Gogh, ‘Art’ to Kenneth Noland’, ‘Dutch Masters’ is based on a
Larry Rivers canvas), film (Marilyn Monroe), poetry and fiction (Brion
Gyson, Herman Melville, and St John of the Cross. I once asked Steve why
poetry and painting mattered so much to him. ‘I suppose that’s what I
aspire to in some way. You look at a painting and you take it in all in a
great gulp. You might look at it for an hour, but it was in your
consciousness in that very first instant. With poetry, there is both
music and meaning. There’s a very direct, very fast, very specific
communication which it’s much harder to pull off in music. I suppose
it’s that. It’s the desire to do those two very different things in a
song . . . Do I think of them as songs? Yes, even when there are no
words being performed’ – and Lacy compositions often featured a vocal
component for his wife Irène Aëbi – ‘there’s that desire to paint a
picture, tell a story, make a meaning. I fall short, which is maybe why I
keep on writing and playing!’<br />
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Even without the more obvious textural similarities with Lacy’s own
groups, The Whammies give an authentic spin to the compositions and in
the process serve as reminder of how close Lacy stayed to the ensemble
ideals of classic jazz. Even if by his time Dixieland had become a
revivalist music, or possibly even a survivalist music, its protean
energies are always at work. For all the occasional dryness of his tone
and bareness of his line, he was a ‘hot’ composer and player. Like a
painting by Mondrian (the dedicatee of ‘As Usual’, one of the best
tracks on volume one), the energy comes from the precise juxtaposition
of melodic fragments, syncopations, slippages of metre and harmonic
resolutions that are, strictly, ‘wrong’, but somehow inevitable.<br />
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One of the most interesting aspects of modern music, and a sign that
we live in an Alexandrian culture which maintains at least the illusion
that all of history, all of art is available to us simultaneously – is
how assiduously major creative figures choose to align themselves with
predecessors, influences and sources. Lacy’s fellow-saxophonist Anthony
Braxton, who has been as promiscuous with the saxophone family as Lacy
has been monogamous, once rather notoriously cited everyone from Charlie
Parker to Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, from Paul Desmond to Sun Ra,
ancient Egypt and modern Chicago, pop, classical, primitive folk and
Noise among his musical enthusiasms, so Lacy left a kind of family-tree
of admirations in his work-list. Apart from those already mentioned, the
pieces here refer to Samuel Beckett, Lao Tzu, the great saxophonist
Sigurd Rascher, Bobby Timmons, Albert Einstein, Sigmund Freud, Ivie
Anderson, Lester Young, Spike Jones, Mal Waldron, Ben Webster and Albert
Ayler. One might say that Lacy’s oeuvre is a lot like Nicolas Roeg’s
movie <i>Insignificance</i> in which Marilyn and Einstein, Joe
McCarthy and Joe Di Maggio not so improbably get together in a
dream-like hotel. That’s very much the tone of these pieces, as realised
by The Whammies. It’s a music of many rooms, some capacious, some tiny,
some brightly lit, some murky and obscure with secrets. In fact,
‘insignificance’ is a very good term for this music: not because it is
throwaway and without seriousness, but because it both proposes and
denies meaning, a very Taoist position. Anything with Han Bennink at the
helm, or in the engine room, is likely to be playful, but here the
playfulness is in earnest, a vivid comedy of tones played out in a
completely relativistic universe in which ‘modern’ and ‘classic’ don’t
really compute as categories.<br />
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The pitching of these deceptively simple, actually rather difficult
pieces is handled with great attention to detail. Even where there are
sliding tones, as from the trombone and violin, the destination is
always carefully mapped and exactly enunciated. I’ve rarely heard a
modern jazz record – certainly not since some of Braxton’s earliest –
which gave off a comparable impression of exactitude, even though its
essential spirit is free and unfettered. We’ve given over a great deal
of time and attention to the works of Thelonious Monk, and he is
certainly one of the American masters, but it now seems time to let Monk
take his place in the transhistorical, subversive canon he occupies
alongside Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Ezra Pound, Norman Mailer,
and concentrate a little on what Steve Lacy left behind. It’s no less
remarkable a body of work and most of it is still <i>terra incognita. </i>Exciting.<br />
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<i><a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2012/02/brian-morton.html">Brian Morton</a> is the co-author of the Penguin Guide to Jazz. His previous article for Jazz CD Reviews can be found <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2013/04/in-digital-age-missing-pleasures-of.html">here</a>. </i>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-28307087851267087652013-06-11T13:50:00.001-07:002013-07-30T14:40:27.535-07:00Tonight on the Jazz Cafe - Guest host Emma Rogers<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Od2aGLlEvuE/UfgyofJ2vwI/AAAAAAAADkw/i3z7-y_wcNU/s1600/Miles_Davis_by_Palumbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Od2aGLlEvuE/UfgyofJ2vwI/AAAAAAAADkw/i3z7-y_wcNU/s200/Miles_Davis_by_Palumbo.jpg" width="200" /></a>Guest host Emma Rogers sits in and plays some of the greats - Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck, Coleman Hawkins and more. <a href="http://www.jazzon2.org/">Streaming online</a> from 7-8 p.m. eastern time. Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-81413929627555665832013-05-11T13:45:00.000-07:002013-05-11T13:54:11.390-07:00Welcome Brian Morton<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Anyone who's spent any time at all reading about jazz will be familiar with the work of Brian Morton, co-author, with the late Richard Cook, of the Penguin Guide to Jazz, THE reference work on the music. Last year I <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2012/02/brian-morton.html">profiled Brian</a> and now I'm proud to announce that he'll periodically be writing for this site (his first piece is <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2013/04/in-digital-age-missing-pleasures-of.html">here</a>.) Needless to say I'm thrilled and delighted to have him onboard. His wit, wisdom and encyclopedic knowledge of jazz is unsurpassed and, to state the obvious, he's also a damn fine writer. Welcome.Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-77191274210925363262013-04-16T14:35:00.001-07:002021-06-07T11:56:40.374-07:00In the Digital Age, Missing the Pleasures of Jazz on Records and Even, Yes, Cassettes<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Something interesting happened this week. A single mail delivery
brought the usual bunch of CDs, but also a tiny packet containing a
matchbox containing in turn a private download code, a handsome ten-LP
box set and a flat plastic case that snapped open to reveal three
cassettes. None of the latter three had much, or anything, to do with
jazz. One was cutting edge post-rock, post-jazz, post-most things, one
was a set of rich Philadelphia soul remixes, and the last a compilation
of rehearsal tapes and demos by a once-celebrated New York band. Small
matter; it was still a faintly unsettling moment, like one of those
steampunk novels where spacetroopers pile out of hissing locomotives
carrying clockwork weaponry, or a retro-futuristic <i>Doctor Who </i>episode
in which Elizabethan magicians are revealed to be time-travelling
scientists. I almost ran after the postman to see if he’d overlooked any
eight-track stereo or some 78s.<br />
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It was an oddly nostalgic moment because twenty years ago, the late
Richard Cook and I were contemplating the preparation of a second
edition of the <i>Penguin Guide to Jazz</i>, or to give it its full title <i>The Penguin Guide to Jazz on CD, LP & Cassette</i>.
And in doing so, contemplating whether that cumbersomely inclusive
label was still strictly necessary. I was then, as later, in favour of
shortening it all to <i>. . . Jazz on Record</i> or <i>. . . Recorded Jazz</i>
but was warned that for a substantial number of readers ‘record’ meant
LP and that the compromise option had an awkward technical overtone that
would put off others still. All the same, we were in 1993 fairly
confident that CD had established empire over most of the known musical
world. A boxed paragraph in our introduction to that second edition
stated that ‘vinyl lives, but only just’, pointed to the mass extinction
of the Muse and Xanadu catalogues (still the biggest net absence in
modern jazz recording) and offered only a very tentative bulletin on the
wavering vital signs of such competing carriers as Mini-Disc and
Digital Compact Cassette. There were a few labels, Concord and Original
Jazz Classics, who maintained a reasonable catalogue of jazz on
cassette. There were even a handful of items at that time which were
available cassette-only, and there was a small avant-garde market of
cassette-based material, but apart from its use as in-car entertainment,
nobody liked the cassette much. It had a nasty habit of spewing onto
your floor like shiny ectoplasm. A friend crashed his week-old Ford when
a Miles Davis cassette regurgitated and got tangled up in his pedals.
He was a lousy driver, too.<br />
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In those days LP loyalism was the province of old men, Luddites and
occasional rear-guardists, like the chap I knew at university who never
failed to sport a ‘BACK TO MONO’ badge, a curiously heroic gesture of
flat-earthism that nonetheless marked him down as hopelessly out of
touch. He wouldn’t have seemed more outmoded in 1972 if he’d turned out
wearing spats and twirling a cane.<br />
<br />
My own first experiment with CD was actually a classical recording, a
set of Messiaen piano pieces that I’d owned on vinyl for some years. I
marvelled at the prolonged decays, at the lapidary clarity of the
attacks, at the absence of all earthly noise and dirt; at all the things
in short that mean so much less in jazz, where such precisions are by
no means always looked for and often not welcomed. Jazz on CD seemed to
me a little too clean-cut, too self-consciously presented, a little like
the hardened criminal who turns up in court in a neat suit and with his
hair combed. I realised that the roughness of vinyl sound was part of a
very specific cultural experience, one which combined warmth with
vulnerability. I still own records whose scars and cicatrisations
memorialise precise moments in my life, as when I had to cuff Sam
Gemmell for dropping the stylus on the opening of ‘Resolution’ on <i>A Love Supreme</i>, whose black-and-white cover was <i>the </i>carry-round
prop for any deeply serious young man of my generation. The click Sam
left is still there, as much part of the piece for me now as any of
Elvin Jones’s scattered accents. I miss it when I listen to <i>A Love Supreme </i>on the super, de luxe, augmented CD edition.<br />
<br />
Interestingly, and quite inconsistently on my part, that second edition of the <i>Penguin Guide </i>takes
labels to task for not using the full capacity of CD to offer buyers
additional material, or indeed second albums in twofer form. Both
authors moved their feet considerably on this issue, arguing later that
padding a brilliant 34-minute album up to 60 or 70, or in one recent
case 80 minutes with spurious outtakes (which the artist and producer
never wanted us to hear) or ‘bonus’ tracks, or live oddments, tended to
blunt the original album rather than enhancing it. Now that huge amounts
of modern, LP-era jazz is out of copyright, the market is stuffed to
bursting with low-cost reissues of great records, packed in together
like battery hens. It’s hard to complain about cheap; cheap is good, as
the supermarkets know. It’s hard to complain about value for money,
either; why does anyone complain about ‘buy one, get one free’, whether
it’s salad leaves or jazz? The truth is that just as you’d only want to
eat so much rocket and watercress in a week, so most of us don’t have
the time, or perhaps the concentration for 80 minutes of music at a
stretch. You don’t have to be old and prostatic to hanker after the days
when an album ‘side’ – lovely concept: we always talked about having
enough time to ‘play a side’ before going to the pub – occupied a
perfect span of attention. Sometimes the experience was good enough to
merit flipping over there and then, and still getting to the bar before
it was rammed. But often it was just that.<br />
<br />
There was an art to creating an LP, which was somewhat more than
putting ten or eleven tracks end to end. I remember talking to the pop
artist Lloyd Cole, who told me it had taken him a couple of weeks to
make an album and then a couple of months to sort out the ideal running
order. He had postcards with track titles in two rows on his study
floor: side A and side B, constantly manipulated for maximum impact and
punch. I don’t get much sense that anyone in the CD era goes to such
lengths, and in some respects it would be futile if they did, for there
is a natural ‘break’ in attention after 35 or 40 minutes. In my
university teaching days, I learned quickly that 45 is the absolute
maximum any group of students can take, however bright, unhungover or
committed they are. Even if you’re as charismatic as George Steiner or
Richard Feynman, for the final fifteen minutes they’ll only be watching
your hands, not listening to your words.<br />
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I’m always immensely impressed by young artists who opt to put out a
45-minute CD, rather than stuffing it with so-so takes, an add-on
standard and a protracted blues. Of course, the CD did make possible the
presentation of large scale works entire. My old friend Gavin Bryars
was one of the first to recognise that duration was also a structural
and performative principle. His indeterminate work <i>The Sinking of the Titanic</i>
changed when CD allowed a much longer representation of the score than
the original Obscure recording did. I imagine that online allows
performance of indeterminate length, the piece fading away slowly in
cyberspace.<br />
<br />
<i>The Penguin Guide </i>is in abeyance at the moment. Most readers
will know that the ninth full edition was completed without Richard’s
involvement, while he battled cancer, and that the ‘tenth’, a kind of
complect of the whole project, was published after his untimely death.
In the five years since, the CD market has exploded and while download
hasn’t established much of a toehold in the jazz market (yet), it is
among us and listeners will soon get to grips with the advantages of
online buying. Who has a decent record shop nearby anyway? There are
problems. Just as the market is dominated by reissues from which
original artists receive not a penny, it’s clear that the online trade
isn’t entirely fair to musicians either. A lot of due money has
disappeared or been misdirected. ‘Twas ever thus, but what’s
interesting is that, without pinning on ‘BACK TO VINYL’ badges, many of
us have reawakened to the delights of the old-fashioned physical LP,
that shiny disc that magically delivers sound, that calls for careful
nurture, that comes in a package that is also beautiful and that demands
only a reasonable tithe of one’s remaining hours. Various ideas are
bandying around at the moment that will determine the future, nature and
personnel of the <i>Guide</i> but what delights me most, after that intriguing batch of mail, is that we might be able to reinstate that <i>on CD, LP and Cassette</i>, which after all this time would be rather delightful.<br />
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<i><a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2012/02/brian-morton.html">Brian Morton</a> is the co-author of the Penguin Guide to Jazz. This is his first article for Jazz CD Reviews. </i>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-79305212085522997122012-12-05T13:48:00.000-08:002013-03-19T14:35:40.943-07:00What Dave Brubeck Means to Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dave Brubeck died today, on the eve of his 92nd birthday, and as someone who's spent a lifetime loving jazz in general and his work in particular all I can keep thinking is that the news just can't be true. He'd been around for so long and was such a vital force in the music it's just too much to take in.<br />
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Brubeck, along with Miles Davis and John Coltrane, is inextricably tied up with my idea of what jazz is and should be. He's as essential to the only true American art form as any of the greats, be it Armstrong or Ellington, Parker or Gillespie. Anyone who wants to argue that point with me had better come ready to fight. Brubeck brought jazz to a wider audience than probably any human who ever lived, he did things no one else had done with the music - then or now - and was one of the most elegant and lyrical musicians ever to sit at a keyboard. One of the greats? He defined the term. <br />
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My own history with Brubeck began in my early teens when, weary of 1970s classic rock I heard <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=e1S_vA0ougg#%21">"Take Five"</a> playing somewhere, maybe on the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnFLGOMm180">Ron Cuzner</a> radio show in Milwaukee. Later I'd learn about Brubeck's classical influences and his use of unusual time signatures, how he "transcended standard conceptions of swing rhythm," as one critic put it. All I knew was, the moment I heard "Take Five" I was done with Led Zeppelin for good. I've listened to his music ever since, and just last year I <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2011/01/dave-brubeck-legacy-of-legend.html">reviewed</a> one of his albums. My fondest Brubeck memory is from years ago, when my wife and I took our young son to see him play in Philadelphia. At the time he was well into his 80s. He played with the energy and enthusiasm of someone half his age.<br />
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Nowadays "Take Five" and other Brubeck signature tunes like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAlVasHbipo">"Blue Rondo a la Turk"</a> have become so much a part of our culture that it's difficult to imagine how striking they were, how entirely <i>new</i> they sounded when they were released in 1959 on the album "Time Out," Brubeck's masterpiece.<br />
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Indeed, they were too new for some. Critics ripped Brubeck, charging that his music was effete, bombastic. And as a white musician in a predominantly African-American art form, he was attacked by those who sniped that he was getting recognition that was due black musicians. Of course, there wasn't much Brubeck could do about such attacks. All he could do was keep playing music. Which he did.<br />
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Then something interesting happened. As jazz critic Ira Gitler <a href="http://www.pbs.org/brubeck/theMusic/criticIraGitler.htm">has noted</a>, Miles Davis started covering Brubeck's songs (Davis always had a keen ear for a great tune, regardless of its provenance.) Once Brubeck had the stamp of approval from the coolest man in all of jazz, that was it. The critics cooled their jets, the carping about Brubeck's color faded away, and "Time Out" went one to become the first jazz instrumental album to sell a million copies.
Even today, "Take Five" remains the biggest-selling instrumental jazz single in
history.<br />
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But the attacks over race stung Brubeck more than anyone knew, because he, as it turned out, was an early and passionate advocate for civil rights. He led a mixed-race quartet in the 1950s and '60s that was often barred from playing venues in the Deep South, and during his career he wrote compositions inspired by both Louis Armstrong and Martin Luther King.<br />
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And when Brubeck appeared on the cover of Time magazine in 1954, it wasn't just the critics who were upset: Brubeck despaired of the fact that he had received such an honor before his idol, Duke Ellington.<br />
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Years later, when he was interviewed for Ken Burns' PBS documentary "Jazz," Brubeck was asked about his first encounter with racism, when he was a boy growing up on a California ranch run by his father.<br />
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This is what he says:<br />
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"The first black man that I saw, my dad took me to see a friend of his and asked him to 'Open
your shirt for Dave.' There was a brand on his chest. And my dad said,
'These things can't happen.'<br />
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"That's why I fought for what I fought for," he adds. And then, unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Dave Brubeck weeps.<br />
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-Tony Rogers <br />
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Brian Morton is the kind of polymath you don't often see anymore. A writer by trade and a Renaissance man in spirit, he's equally adept at <a href="http://www.thenation.com/article/160257/britains-atavistic-royalism">analyzing British political culture</a> in The Nation or writing about contemporary literature for the Times of London. He's also been a college professor, hosted a variety of radio shows for the BBC and, if that weren't enough, translated several books from the <i>Norwegian</i>.<br />
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But Morton, 57, is perhaps best known as the co-author of the "Penguin Guide to Jazz Recordings," the book that, over two decades and 10 editions, has attempted to review every jazz recording available in the United States and Europe. That last part of the sentence bears repeating - "attempted to review every jazz recording available in the U.S.and Europe." To call the Penguin Guide encyclopedic is akin to calling Mount Everest tall. At some point, adjectives just aren't adequate.<br />
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For instance, my well-thumbed-through copy, the fifth edition, includes upwards of 10,000 entries, and runs to 1,618 pages, not including an index of several hundred more. It weighs, according to my bathroom scale, four-and-a half pounds. If jazz can be said to have a Bible (and a Talmud and a Koran all rolled into one) the Penguin Guide is it.<br />
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And it's not just the scope of the thing that's impressive. From the AALY Trio to Zubop, the book is authoritative yet accessible on not just the recordings but the musicians themselves and their place in what is the true American art form. <br />
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And therein lies a paradox, because Morton, oddly enough, doesn't hail from jazz's epicenter, New York, nor from its birthplace, New Orleans, nor any of the other American cities (Chicago, Kansas City, Philadelphia) most commonly thought of as breeding grounds for the music's foremost practitioners. No, Morton is Scottish, and while he has played a little saxophone in his time he lives not on 52nd Street but in a former monastery in the western wilds of his homeland. <br />
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Of course, assembling the Penguin Guide would be a gargantuan task for anyone, and for years Morton's co-author was British music writer and ex-record company exec Richard Cook. It was an intense collaboration, one that, not surprisingly, involved a fair share of bickering over musicians and genres. Still, "It was tremendous fun, and complaining about
the workload was part of the fun," Morton recalled in an e-mail interview. <br />
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But how did the two accomplish such a task? <br />
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Morton admits that the first edition "was a slog, but as anyone who has done any long-distance running - and
here was a first point of personal difference: I ran to keep sane, while Richard
regarded violent exercise as undignified - will know that knowing what it feels
like to run a marathon is part of the battle. After the first edition, and
before we embarked on the second, we knew what we had to do, in terms of number
of words per day, per week, per month. After the take-off point we were
metaphorically checking our watches ever mile or so, dropping behind the pace,
keeping up, risking burnout by pushing it too far."<br />
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As the book grew in popularity and one edition morphed into the next, "we rarely had time to read each other's work before the proofing stage, which always sparked semi-serious squabbles - 'You gave that rubbish four stars?!' - and sometimes required tweaking of the rather arbitrary ratings we gave to individual records. That, of course, was never an exact science or level playing field, in the sense that a three-star Louis Armstrong record is not considered to be of the same value as a three-star Ingrid Jensen record, and shouldn't be... If Richard disliked an artist and I professed an admiration, then I logically covered that entry. Sometimes simple availability of records meant that one of us wrote part of an entry, though we quickly gave up the early practice of 'I'll do the early Miles, Brian, and you cover the rotten electric stuff,' 'Thanks, man'."<br />
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Morton notes that "one fascinating aspect of the collaboration is that no one ever
reliably identified who wrote what, despite confident assertion from
friends and colleagues that it was 'obvious' I had done Basie or Richard
had done Chet Baker." <br />
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Sadly, Cook died of liver cancer in 2007, at age 50. Morton, who has <a href="http://www.pointofdeparture.org/archives/PoD-13/PoD13FarCry.html">written movingly of Cook's death</a>, was faced with the loss of his collaborator and friend. As he put it: "The worst single thing about his passing was
hearing new records slap onto the mat and know that he would never hear them."<br />
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Recalling Cook now, Morton says that "everyone
who met Richard even through the pages of the book or a magazine knew that his
opinions were sharp, pithy, and always located in a deep knowledge of the
music. I sometimes found him unduly categorical, and sometimes unwilling to
consider other contexts for the music - cultural, political, whatever - but
that discussion was part of an important dynamic. We complemented one another.
I infuriated him with some of my enthusiasms. Some of his baffled me. But he also
responded with generosity, with absolutely no eye for the merely fashionable
and without prejudice."<br />
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Morton was left to soldier on and complete the Penguin Guide's ninth edition. More recently, the book has evolved into "The Penguin Jazz Guide: The History of the Music in the 1001 Best Albums," in which Morton, as the title implies, selects the most worthy jazz recordings and shows how
they convey the history of the music. The encyclopedic scope of the project is gone, for now. But Morton is adamant that "it was,
is and remains a collaboration."<br />
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Will the Penguin Guide continue? "It
may need at this stage to involve another writer, which I regard with some
relief, some regret and a little understandable anxiety," Morton said.<br />
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In years past, he adds, "when each
edition was finished, we shared a bottle of malt, sometimes in person,
sometimes on the end of a phone line. Moods ranged from end-of-war fatigue to
euphoria to the slightly gloomy but also the cheering thought that we'd be doing it
all over again in two years . . ."<br />
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These days, Morton does some farming on his patch of Scottish soil, where he lives with his wife and children. He writes, of course, but mostly about books, science and religion. "Don't play much saxophone any more," he told me. "Cut down trees and dig out stumps instead. Watch the plants grow, or die. Walk
miles and miles. Listen to whatever comes through the door."<br />
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-Tony Rogers<br />
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<i>Morton's first column for Jazz CD Reviews can be found <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2013/04/in-digital-age-missing-pleasures-of.html">here</a>.</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.leejones-guitarist.com/home.html">Lee Jones</a> is a young English guitarist who made waves in his homeland a few years ago with "Swish," his debut as a leader. With the release of his sophomore effort, <a href="http://astore.amazon.com/jazzcdreviews-20/detail/B004OO70II">"Songs From the 13th Hour,"</a> he's looking to make his mark in this country. On the strength of this album, I predict he will.<br />
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Jones is an examplar of so-called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nu_jazz">Nu Jazz,</a> which emerged in the 1990s as a funkier, more accessible cousin to the post-bop stuff most of us jazz critics write about. I should say up front that Nu isn't my favorite vein of the music. While it bears little resemblance to the smooth swill churned out by the likes of the talented but tragically misguided Kenny G, as a genre it's still a little too polished for my tastes.<br />
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Having said that, Jones made me a believer with this album, and that's due to his mastery of the instrument and his flair for composition (all but one of the songs are originals.) Take the titletrack, a medium-tempo number that features veteran tenor saxman <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Toussaint">Jean Toussaint</a>. Jones holds his own as he trades solos with the more experienced Toussaint, but more to the point the tune itself is a real gem, featuring a pensive, repeating riff that creates an undercurrent of tension throughout. <br />
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What's slightly odd about this album is the way it veers from tightly produced, commercial-sounding tracks to ones that are rich with quirkiness and lyricism. Take "In Another Time," in which Jones teams up with Fairport Convention violonist Ric Sanders on what amounts to a folksy ballad of sorts. The tone here is melancholic and muted, and Jones' fretwork is tastefully restrained rather than show-stopping. But the combined effect is intriguingly original. Jones has the composer/arranger's gift for seeing the big picture, musically; he looks beyond his own playing and marshals his musicians to create a sustained mood and ambience, one that lingers long after the tune has ended. Jones is also, it seems to me, a very <i>visual</i> composer, and if he ever gives up jazz I think he could forge a career writing soundtracks. One way or another, he's a talent worth watching.<br />
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-Tony RogersTony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-24508899614497550582011-11-23T04:40:00.001-08:002011-11-29T15:16:21.409-08:00Pioneering Drummer Paul Motian Dead at Age 80<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Paul Motian died on Tuesday. Motian was perhaps the most important drummer in contemporary jazz because, as <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2011/02/paul-motian-holiday-for-strings.html">I wrote several years ago</a> in a review of his album "Holiday for Strings:"<br />
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Motian has helped he helped liberate percussionists from their role as simple timekeepers by employing a style and phrasing that used tempo as a starting point, not an end in itself. In the process he produced an invigorating body of work that veered from post-bop clichés and instead evoked the subtleties of mood, atmosphere and texture.</blockquote>
Motian also made a point of working with young musicians, including <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7B60sEGINs">pianist Anat Fort</a>, who was stunned by the news of Motian's death. "My personal connection with him and his music and what he has done for
me are something that will never be repeated. I am truly sad today," she said via e-mail.<br />
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German bassist Peter Schwebs, whose terrific CD "Stories from Sugar Hill" I <a href="http://jazzcdreviews.blogspot.com/2011/02/peter-schwebs-stories-from-sugar-hill.html">reviewed</a> here recently, had this to say about Motian: <br />
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<i>"I first got to know about Paul Motian when I started checking out
bassist Scott LaFaro and the famous recordings of the Bill Evans Trio.
This was about 12 years ago. At that time I was finishing high school in
a small town outside of Hanover, Germany, and I just started playing
the double bass. I checked out the sales corner in a small record store
every other day to find all the “must have” legendary jazz albums. The
Bill Evans Trio albums really blew my mind, and I always had the CDs or
copies on Mini Disc with me.<br />
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New Jazz Conceptions (Riverside, 1957)<br />
Portrait in Jazz (Riverside, 1959)<br />
Explorations (Riverside, 1961)<br />
Sunday at the Village Vanguard (Riverside, 1961)<br />
Waltz for Debby (Riverside, 1961)<br />
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Since my high school years up until last year, I was fortunate to see
Paul Motian playing live several times. Especially since I moved to New
York in 2006.<br />
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In fall 2010, when I saw Paul Motian last time at the Village Vanguard
with Joe Lovano and Bill Frisell, it was one of these rare concerts where
everything was just perfect: The communication between the musicians,
the interplay, the mastery of the instruments, the freedom in the music,
and the live sound and atmosphere at the Village Vanguard. There is no
recording device that could possibly capture all this, and it reminded
me why it is so important to listen to this music played live. Fifty
years after the Bill Evans Trio sessions at the Vanguard, Paul Motian’s
playing sounded as up-to-date and fresh as back in the day. He was
truly a master musician who always played in the moment and brought
innovative and surprising ideas to all kind of different musical
situations.<br />
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Not just for drummers, but for all musicians and music lovers who are
interested in improvised music, Paul Motian’s approach to music and to
playing the drums will remain a major influence and live on as an
important part in the jazz tradition." </i><br />
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-Tony Rogers<br />
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<i>Pictured: Motian on drums, Joe Lovano on sax and Bill Frisell on guitar. Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons.</i>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-53479894012489661252011-11-18T12:08:00.001-08:002011-11-19T04:32:57.782-08:00Nat Janoff, a Guitarist Who Deserves Wider Recognition - and a Major Label<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Listening to <a href="http://www.natjanoff.com/live/">guitarist Nat Janoff 's</a> latest album reminded me of what makes the indie jazz scene alternately exhilarating and depressing. The exhilaration comes in discovering absolutely wonderful music that few people have heard. The depression comes from the realization that true talent, at least in this genre, too often languishes in obscurity.<br />
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Janoff has a half-dozen albums to his name. His latest, "Come Together Move Apart," is a strong effort in every respect. Janoff is a technically agile yet sensitive musician whose playing shows shades of John McLaughlin and Wes Montgomery. He's also a gifted composer whose tunes are innovative in the best sense of the word, meaning they carry the stamp of something new yet remain accessible. And he's backed by a band that gives as good as it gets (John Escreet on piano, Francois Moutin on bass and Chris Carroll on drums).<br />
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Two tracks on the CD illustrate Janoff's multi-layered prowess. "Shorter Times" opens with a bouncy drum solo by Carroll that segues into a nice bit of speedy post-bop jazz. Janoff plays the head, an elliptical piece that at a slower tempo would sound West-Coast cool, then gets out of the way as Escreet launches into a dizzying bit of solo work that does Art Tatum proud. But then it's the leader's turn, and Janoff, who as a young turk worshipped at the altar of Eddie Van Halen, shreds his way through a fleet-fingered solo that quite simply blazes. Fast doesn't begin to describe it. The next track is the polar opposite: "For Now" is quieter, muted even, and though it's at a slower tempo Janoff still infuses his solo with fretwork that is technically impressive yet appropriate to the tune's more restrained mood.<br />
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Both tunes are of a piece with the excellent work on the rest of<a href="http://astore.amazon.com/jazzcdreviews-20/detail/B0044U9CDS"> "Come Together Move Apart,"</a> which is as fine an example of contemporary jazz guitar as I've heard. Yet as good as it is, the CD is not on a label like Blue Note or Concord but a self-recorded effort. That's not to diminish the work in any way; the sound is crystal clear and the cover art quite appealing. It's just that, if anyone is deserving of major label support, it's the likes of Janoff. Here's hoping this latest work brings him the acclaim he deserves.<br />
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-Tony RogersTony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-58251451946884669582011-11-11T09:04:00.001-08:002011-11-19T04:34:13.093-08:00Mort Weiss Bops With the Best of Them on Latest CD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mort Weiss has been around. Born in 1935, he picked up the clarinet early and in high school developed a love for jazz. As a teen he stood outside clubs listening to the likes of Miles Davis,
Dexter Gordon and Stan Getz before being drafted and ending up in the Army band. After the service he toured for awhile with R&B and rock groups, playing tenor sax. But he got tired of the road and eventually started his own music store.<br />
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Then, about a decade ago, Weiss returned to playing, and to the clarinet. He met the terrific guitarist Ron Eschete and the two have recorded several albums together, including one with Joey DeFrancesco
on the Hammond B3 organ. His latest release, "<a href="http://astore.amazon.com/jazzcdreviews-20/detail/B004STBF62">Mort Weiss Meets Bill Cunliffe</a>," pairs him with the pianist and a talented band on a set of jazz chestnuts.<br />
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The vibe is mostly one of a loose jam session; on Luiz Bonfa's "The Gentle Rain" the pace is sedate, with the rhythm section (Chris Conner on bass, Roy McCurdy drums) leaving Weiss and the other players plenty of space in which to chart some limpid, unhurried solo work. Things pick up on Charlie Parker's "Dewey Square;" here, the band tightens up and Weiss gets to show off his fleet-fingered skills as a bebopper. And on Gershwin's "Who Cares" the septuagenerian fires off a blazing solo that shows he's still got his chops.<br />
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The album has a few oddities. There's a track of spoken-word Kerouac, and another featuring Weiss' grandsons playing a sugary pop song. It's a sweet gesture, but sounds jarring in the middle of an album of otherwise well-executed and very swinging tunes.<br />
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-Tony Rogers <br />
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by Tony Rogers<br />
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Driving home on a brisk fall evening, the car slipping into the russet hues of the setting sun, I'm <br />listening to Billy Strayhorn's "Lush Life" as recorded by Johnny Hartman and John Coltrane, a small masterpiece that begins with an arpeggio, stated matter-of-factly, by McCoy Tyner. Then comes Hartman's bass, velvety with a hint of gravel at the bottom, caressing Strayhorn's lyrics:<br />
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<i>I used to visit all the very gay places <br />Those come-what-may places <br />Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life <br />To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails...</i><br />
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Strayhorn, Duke Ellington's longtime musical collaborator, was gay, though of course the word here had a different meaning when he wrote it. The lyric perfectly evokes the 1960s cigarettes-and-cocktails world of John Cheever and "Mad Men," which is why it's surprising to learn that Strayhorn composed the song in the <i>1930s</i> when he was just<i> 16</i> (ah, genius). A few more bars of just Hartman and Tyner, and those gorgeous lyrics:<br />
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<i>I thought for awhile that your poignant smile <br />Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me <br />Ah yes, I was wrong <br />Again, I was wrong </i><br />
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Then, a pause, and Elvin Jones enters ever so quietly on the brushes, paired with Jimmy Garrison on bass, both men keeping plenty of space between the notes, and suddenly we understand that the song up to this point has been merely a prelude, and that its melancholy core really begins here. This is where we first hear Coltrane, just wisps of his sax in the background, supporting Hartman as he sings words that evoke a place and a moment at once urbane and down-at-the-heels:<br />
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<i>Life is lonely again and only last year <br />Everything seemed so sure <br />Now life is awful again <br />A trough full of hearts could only be a bore <br /><br />A week in Paris could ease the bite of it <br />All I care is to smile in spite of it </i><br />
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Then comes Coltrane's solo, and a nice piece of work it is: The man who could almost literally blow other musicians off the stage with his horn here is measured and even gentle. He states the melody and circles it a bit but keeps things simple, knowing that sheets of sound would be, in this case, too much. Tyner, Jones and Garrison sense the uptick in energy, and hearing them work things out behind Trane is one of the great pleasures of a song that offers many.<br />
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And then the finish: Trane and company recede and Hartman comes to the fore to reprise the final stanza, this time with an odd high note on the final "too" that sounds ever-so-slightly off-key; the band is silent, and there's real tension as Hartman holds the note a moment longer. Then Jones re-enters on the cymbal, the band re-emerges, and the note is resolved. The tension gone, the last few bars wash over us as Trane plays a beautiful little filigree of notes that trail off into the end.<br />
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There's an impulse to link the song's sad brilliance to the fate of the principal musicians themselves: Coltrane and Strayhorn would both die young just a few years later. Hartman lived on but never enjoyed the success many felt he deserved, a victim, perhaps, of the racism of his time.<br />
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But on a late winter's day in March 1963, in Rudy Van Gelder's legendary New Jersey studio, Coltrane and Hartman recorded, in a single take, a tune that is not just an ode to lost love, but something much more: A vision of an elegant, romantic sensibility and what was in many ways a gentler world, one that has all but vanished.<br />
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<br />Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-47043635115601177312011-06-19T09:11:00.000-07:002011-06-19T12:29:41.447-07:00Clarence Clemons may be gone, but in jazz there are plenty of great sax players waiting to be heard<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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But while the sound of the sax has been fading from rock and pop in recent years, in jazz it is and always has been an elemental part of the music. And why not? Depending on who's behind the reed, the saxophone can be many things. Charlie Parker's alto was a precision instrument of stunning virtuosity, played with a speed and skill that, even decades later, through the haze of scratchy, primitive recordings, is still astonishing to behold. Listening to Parker's solo on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_ZajJd-1kY&feature=related">"Koko,"</a> where he's joined by trumpet player and fellow bebop pioneer Dizzy Gillespie, it's impossible to convey his masterful blend of technique and musicality without the word "genius" coming to mind.<br />
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John Coltrane, on tenor (and sometimes soprano) sax, played not just with speed - what one critic called "sheets of sound" - but with an immediacy and power that evoked deeper, spiritual dimensions to the music. Trane, especially in the late stages of his career, composed pieces imbued with this spirituality (his masterpiece "A Love Supreme" is probably the best example), but he accomplished his depth of purpose no matter the source material. Just listen to how he transforms Richard Rodgers' bright and somewhat schmaltzy <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQsvMf8X0FY&feature=related">"My Favorite Things"</a> into a darkly nuanced exploration of the very soul of the music. Kenny G it's not.<br />
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Fast forward to the present, and there are plenty of established players and young turks making great music on the sax, from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02loTBckxmw&feature=related">Branford Marsalis</a> reworking Trane's "A Love Supreme" to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5JkHchubfY&feature=related">Joe Lovano's sensitive ballad work</a> to Tineke Postma, a young woman straight outta Amsterdam, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbtOWMgmSxo">playing with lyricism and restraint</a> on original compositions that are just gorgeous. Clarence Clemons may be gone, but for saxophone lovers willing to explore the beauty and complexity of jazz, treasures abound.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But like so many jazz musicians before him, Philly-area tenor saxophonist and composer Ben Schachter has yet to land a contract with a major record label.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Told he should move to New York to break into jazz’s big leagues, Schachter, a Philadelphia native, stayed put. No bites from the major labels? Schachter formed his own label, Ben-Jam Records, and recorded two memorable albums, <i>Fractals</i> and <i>Trio of Many</i>, also the name of his band.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For Schachter, 39, the artistic struggle comes with the territory, geographic or otherwise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">"It’s harder to be based in any city other than New York if you want to have an international career,” Schachter says. “The consensus worldwide is if your return address isn’t New York, then you’re not in the big leagues, so to speak. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“To a certain extent I can understand why,” he adds. “Traditionally New York has been the center of jazz activity. But my family is from Philly, and I love living here. The quality of life is as important to one’s music-making as anything else. You have to be happy with your life in order to be creating.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And create he has. Schachter’s first disc, a sextet session called Fractals, was described as “both experimental and accessible” by one critic. <i>Trio of Many</i>, Schachter’s next recording, was, an Inquirer critic wrote, “full of Monkish moments and sly asides. Schachter writes peppery tunes that meander and tap-dance on the subconscious before his searing saxophone takes over to blow down the house.” Schachter was also voted “Best Jazz Artist” and “Hottest Sax” in various Philadelphia CityPaper polls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Not content to bask in critical raves, Schachter has just put the finishing touches on two new releases that should hit the stores in late summer. <i>Inside Looking Out</i> is the second disc by his Trio of Many, which also includes bassist Micah Jones and drummer Erik Johnson. And <i>The Missing Beloved</i> is a sextet recording that adds saxophonist Gary Bartz, guitarist Jef Lee Johnson and trumpeter Tim Hagans to the mix.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“This wasn’t supposed to be two albums,” Schachter says. “But we recorded so much music over a two-day period, and I liked most of it. Since one day was with the sextet and the other day was with the trio, it seemed logical to release them separately.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Schachter describes Inside Looking Out as the most relaxed recording yet by his trio, which has played together for about four years. (The band has a standing gig at St. Jack’s on Chestnut Street in Philly on the first and third Mondays of each month. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“We’ve become very intimate with each other, and that’s important for any kind of musical evolution to occur,” he says. “The record is a document of where we’ve arrived after four years of playing together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“I like to think this album is better and stronger in terms of what I write and want to say,” he adds. “The band has grown together. We definitely have accomplished a lot in the last few years and I think it’s obvious when you hear the new recording.” The sextet album, on the other hand, is more structured, Schachter says.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“When you go into the studio you only have a certain amount of time to work, so you have to go in with an agenda,” he says. “I went into that with charts and arrangements, so the pieces are arranged much more thoroughly. It’s definitely a different sound from the trio record.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Both discs are comprised mostly of Schachter’s own tunes. Listening to his incendiary, muscular sax—Coltrane is an acknowledged influence—it’s easy to forget that he’s also a formidable writer who several years ago scored a $50,000 Pew Charitable Trusts composition grant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“If your music is of the sort that’s not easily classifiable, it’s not easy to get an established label interested, because of the financial risk. So I just formed a label, learning as I went” —about everything from CD bar codes and licensing fees to album graphics, he says.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Schachter grew up in South Jersey, the son of jazz-loving parents who frequently took him to concerts in Philly. He took up the clarinet in grade school, then switched to sax as a teen before heading to the Berklee College of Music and the New England Conservatory.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">After college he returned home to Philly where he played the odd gig and worked, for a time, in his father’s insurance business. But Schachter knew music was his calling. “Most musicians are oddballs in that sense—I knew by age 14 I wanted to be playing music my whole life.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“I have great respect for the kind of artistry that it takes to be a sideman,” Schachter says. “But it’s very different to lead your own group. There’s a certain amount of stubbornness that leads to this decision. You want to do things your way. When we look at the musicians who have inspired us so much, it’s been those who have persevered in trying to communicate their own musical vision.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Note: This article originally appeared on the website <a href="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/">All About Jazz</a></span></div>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-32626305286871852412011-02-02T15:02:00.000-08:002011-02-02T15:05:40.988-08:00Paul Motian: Holiday for Strings<span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"><span class="article_title_list"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000066JMG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000066JMG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div id="zoomino_article_body"><i><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"><span class="article_title_list">"With a new lineup of musicians working under the banner of Motian’s Electric Bebop Band, he has produced a moody, melancholy album that nonetheless offers rich rewards for the patient listener."</span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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Label: Winter & Winter</div><div id="zoomino_article_body">Personnel: <span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"> Steve Cardenas, guitar/Ben Monder, guitar/Paul Motian, drums/Pietro Tonolo, tenor and soprano saxes/Chris Cheek, tenor sax/Andy Christensen, electric bass </span></span></span></span></span></div><div id="zoomino_article_body"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2">Genre: Quirky modern jazz</span></span></span></span></span></div><div id="zoomino_article_body"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2">Recommended for: everyone </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"> </span></span></span></span></span> </div><div id="zoomino_article_body"></div><div id="zoomino_article_body">Since his halcyon days as drummer for the legendary Bill Evans trio, <span class="zoominoText">Paul Motian</span><span class="zoominoBgImage"> </span> has consistently pushed the boundaries of jazz. Working mostly in small groups with the likes of Keith Jarrett, <span class="zoominoText">Joe Lovano</span><span class="zoominoBgImage"> </span>, Bill Frisell and Charlie Haden, Motian has helped liberate percussionists from their role as simple timekeepers by employing a style and phrasing that uses tempo as a starting point, not an end in itself. In the process he’s produced an invigorating body of work (more than a dozen albums as a leader) that steers clear of post-bop clichés and instead evokes the subtleties of mood, atmosphere and texture.<br />
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</div><div id="zoomino_article_body"></div><div id="zoomino_article_body">His latest release, the ironically titled <i>Holiday for Strings</i> (Winter & Winter), is no exception. With a new lineup of musicians working under the banner of Motian’s Electric Bebop Band (Andres Christensen on electric bass; <span class="zoominoText">Chris Cheek</span> and <span class="zoominoText">Pietro Tonolo</span> on tenor and soprano sax; and <span class="zoominoText">Ben Monder</span><span class="zoominoBgImage"> </span> and Steve Cardenas on guitar), he has produced a moody, melancholy album that nonetheless offers rich rewards for the patient listener. Motian has said in interviews that he wants to avoid “pushy” solos and instead have musicians on the same instrument play together. That approach is apparent on the opening number, “Arabesque,” a Motian composition in which Cheek and Tonolo engage in a kind of sonic dance; one leads with a dominant theme, the other follows and shadows his counterpart. The result is a darkly beautiful kind of symbiosis. As always, Motian floats around the melody, using brushes and cymbals to embellish on the themes established by the horns.<br />
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Two more Motian compositions - “5 Miles to Wrentham” and “Morpion” – seamlessly follow, both literally and figuratively, the dreamy, rainy-Sunday-afternoon tone set by “Arabesque.” Indeed, at least in the first part of the album, Motian seems intent on creating a suite of pieces, a thematic whole greater than the sum of its parts. Even “Luteous,” a Monder composition, echoes this mood. It’s not until the up-tempo “Look to the Black Wall” (a Motian number faintly reminiscent of “Giant Steps”) that the band gets any kind of boppish groove going; here, Cheek and Tonolo let loose in a good old-fashioned sax duel. The guitarists follow in turn.<br />
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Perhaps not surprisingly, the group is at its most conventional when covering two Richard Rogers standards, “It Never Entered My Mind” and “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning.” But if these covers aren’t particularly innovative, they’re certainly pretty; the saxophones play with a restrained elegance on the former, with the guitars weaving an intricate yet graceful tapestry around them. “Morning” is a fitting coda to the album; it’s a mere wisp of a number, a simple statement of the melody and little more. Yet, in its understated way, it manages to capture the poignant spirit that informs the rest of <i>Holiday for Strings</i>.<br />
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Note: This review originally appeared on the website <a href="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/">All About Jazz</a></div></span> </span></span></span></span>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-24798651217227511172011-02-02T14:52:00.000-08:002011-02-02T15:06:35.660-08:00Peter Paulson Quintet: Three Stranded Cord<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005QXSK.01._PE_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005QXSK.01._PE_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" /></a></div><i><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"><span class="article_title_list">"It’s not only a pleasure but a vindication to find a recording by yet another stellar local talent, bassist <span class="zoominoText">Peter Paulsen."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="body_text"><span class="article_title_list"><span class="article_title_list2"><span class="article_title_list">So it’s not only a pleasure but a vindication to find a recording by yet another stellar local talent, bassist <span class="zoominoText">Peter Paulsen</span>. The Westchester University music professor heads up a quintet on his debut CD as a leader, <i>Three-Stranded Cord</i>. He’s joined by Lawton on piano, Joe Mullen on drums, Bob Meashey on trumpet and flugelhorn and <span class="zoominoText">Chris Farr</span><span class="zoominoBgImage"> </span> on sax. The disc, produced by Harrisburg-based R&L Records (www.randlrecords.com) includes four Paulsen originals and two standards.<br />
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“Forza Blu,” a 6/4 blues inspired by Prokofiev (Paulsen is also an accomplished classical musician, and classical influences permeate the album) opens with a repeating theme that’s propelled by the more-than-able rhythm section. Meashey then cuts loose with an expertly crafted solo that’s followed by a slightly more relaxed improvisation from Farr. But it’s Lawton who shines here; after backing the horns, he takes flight in an extended solo of his own that allows him to demonstrate some real pyrotechnics on the keyboard.<br />
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The title track is an appropriately elegiac 29-bar waltz composed in memory of a friend of Paulsen’s who has died. Early in the track Paulsen takes his first solo, a restrained but heartfelt passage that evokes the sadness of his loss. Lawton picks up from there and executes a solo that’s technically pristine but also entirely organic in the way it hews to the heart of the melody.<br />
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Paulsen’s penchant for a melancholy take on things is also evident in a fascinating rendition of Bill Evans’ “Turn Out the Stars.” Paulsen leads into the piece unaccompanied, with a moody solo that harkens as much to the abstractions of modernist classical composers as to anything jazz has produced. Eventually he’s joined by his bandmates, but here again, the emphasis is on creating a mood; Mullen keeps the rhythmic pulse to a minimum, and the other players basically maintain a subtle support of Paulsen’s theme. Finally, the mood lightens as the horns (Farr is on soprano sax here) engage in some almost playful call-and-response dialog.<br />
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“Endless Mountains” is meant to evoke the Poconos and the music scene there, while “Reddish Blues,” a tribute to bassist <span class="zoominoText">Red Mitchell</span><span class="zoominoBgImage"> </span>, conjures a New Orleans funeral march. This deceptively simple track begins with a muted Mullens drum solo. Meashey and the rhythm section follow with a somber reading of the dirge-like theme. But once again, Farr’s soprano sax brightens the proceedings with a lilting, lyrical solo that flits and floats over the bottom. Mullens’ restrained, atmospheric use of the cymbals is a real highlight here.<br />
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Paulsen’s classical training is evident in his tightly constructed compositions. And the compositions, in turn, are a real showcase for this band’s formidable technical prowess. But as anyone who’s heard Jacques Loussier’s attempts to mix baroque and bop knows, classical training can be a double-edged sword in jazz. Prodigious technical ability on an instrument is no substitute for soul. And if “Three-Stranded Cord” has a flaw, it’s that the tunes can sound a tad too neat at times.<br />
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But that’s a minor quibble on an otherwise fine album. And on Sam Jones’ “Bittersweet,” the album’s final cut, the band does get to let its hair down. With Paulsen’s bass and Lawton’s left-hand piano work driving the tempo, the soloists have a solid foundation on which to build some inspired, swinging solos. It’s a fitting tribute capped by Paulsen’s liner notes, in which he calls Jones “one of the swingingest bassists in jazz history.” </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Personnel: Peter Schwebs, bass/George Garzone and Ben Kraef, tenor sax/Douglas Bradford, guitar/Julian Pollack, piano/Ari Hoenig and Nick Anderson, drums <br />
Genre: Modern jazz with a European influence<br />
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Personnel: Jay T. Vonada, trombone/Adam Kurland, keyboards/Jacob Hibel, bass/John Sullivan, drums <br />
Genre: Straught-ahead jazz<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Jammin'" is comprised of eight tunes composed by Vonada, a J.J. Johnson-influenced player who clearly favors a straight-ahead style with tinges of Latin and a little funk. Things get started with the simply titled "A Blues," which features a nicely swinging solo by Vonada accompanied by bandmates Adam Kurland on keyboards, Jacob Hibel on bass and John Sullivan on drums. What's compelling here is the easygoing groove and relaxed interplay between the musicians. A real highlight is Kurland's playing on what sounds like a Fender Rhodes electric piano, giving the whole affair a bit of a '70s, Vince Guaraldi-esque feel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Next up is "Three Tons," a slightly more uptempo number that again leads off with a nimble solo by Vonada, followed by a subtle but compelling turn by Kurland, this time on acoustic piano. Quicker still is the next track, "Anthracite," in which Hibel and Sullivan get to strut their stuff as a more-than able rhythm section driving the beat behind Vonada and Kurland. </span></div>
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Personnel: John Brown, bass/Ray Codrington, trumpet/Brian Miller, sax/Gabe Evans, piano/Adonis Rose, drums<br />
Genre: hard-bop<br />
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Brown, clearly a hard-bopper at heart, pays tribute to Blakey – and by extension, hard-bop in general – with a CD of standards that represents the genre at its finest. Things get started with a blistering rendition of Duke Ellington’s “Caravan,” highlighted by drummer Adonis Rose’s nimble stickwork and saxophonist Brian Miller’s rapid-fire soloing. <br />
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Things get even better with “Moaning,” a composition that practically defines hard-bop. Here, pianist Gabe Evans leads things off with his own swinging take on the Bobby Timmons classic, followed by trumpeter Ray Codrington’s relaxed yet intense solo work. <br />
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But the band also knows how to take things slow. On the Ray Brown number “Buhaina, Buhaina,” Evans again comes to the fore with a wonderfully restrained, even leisurely solo. And lest we forget the leader, Brown follows Evans here with a soulful but not showy bit of playing. <br />
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Personnel: Jeff Baumeister, piano/Dan Capecchi, drums/Greg Riley, saxophones/Peter Paulsen, bass<br />
Genre: free/avant garde jazz<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Pianist Jeff Baumeister's debut CD is an example of the terrific music coming out of the Philadelphia area's thriving jazz scene. Baumeister, who's based in nearby Bucks County, has a somewhat moody, introspective sound that harkens to ECM artists like Keith Jarrett. <br />
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But Baumeister is also completely original, with a fresh take on free/avant garde jazz that is challenging yet eminently listenable. <br />
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"Quiet and Restful but Moving" is the name of one of the CD's six tracks, and it's also an apt description for the music here. Baumeister and his bandmates - Greg Riley on sax, Dan Capecchi on drums and Peter Paulsen on bass - engage in plenty of brainy improvisation and interplay as they weave a tapestry of sound on each of the CD's six tracks. <br />
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Baumeister brings a heady mix of subtlety and power to his playing, while Capecchi makes extensive use of the cymbals in a way that's reminiscent of Paul Motian. Riley is an able multi-reedist here, playing both soprano and alto saxes, and Paulsen is a muted yet anchoring presence on bass. <br />
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Make no mistake - this isn't background music or easy listening for jazz novices. But the tracks, all composed by Baumeister, are intricate, complex compositions that yield plenty of rewards for the patient listener. And it's not all laid-back, either. On "Wahbo," Baumeister and his bandmates prove they can jam with the best of them. </span></div>
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Label: Big Bridge Music<br />
Personnel: Jeff Hackworth, tenor sax/Norman Simmons, piano/Peter Washington, bass/Chip White, drums/Peter Hand, guitar<br />
Genre: straight-ahead jazz<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Tenor sax player Jeff Hackworth honed his craft playing clubs in his native Buffalo and on the road with such bandleaders as Matt “Guitar” Murphy. He’s previously recorded an organ trio album but it’s clear his latest release, “How Little We Know,” is meant to be his break-out effort. <br />
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Produced by tenorman Houston Person and engineered by the legendary Rudy Van Gelder, “How Little We Know” is a collection of such chestnuts as “I’m Just A Lucky So and So” and “All or Nothing At All.” <br />
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Hackworth has a big, warm sound that’s been compared to Gene Ammons and Stanley Turrentine, and while there’s little in the way of explosive soloing here, Hackworth knows how to caress a melody and let a great song speak for itself. He’s also an unselfish player who’s content to leave plenty of solo space for his able bandmates – pianist Norman Simmons, bassist Peter Washington, drummer Chip White and the aptly-named guitarist Peter Hand. <br />
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Personnel: Craig Pilo, drums/Mitchel Forman, Fender Rhodes piano/Ed Czach, keyboards/Tom Kennedy, Bart Samolis & others, bass/Roman Dudok & Doug Webb, saxophone<br />
Genre: '70s jazz<br />
Recommended for: everyone, but especially fans of '70s jazz fusion ala Weather Report</span></div>
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But his love for '70s-style jazz fusion ala Weather Report and Chick Corea's Return to Forever is clear in "Just Play," his latest release. Pilo and a revolving group of musicians tackle an assemblage of standards ("Autumn Leaves," "Impressions") along with several originals by Pilo, and the result is an eclectic and compelling mix.<br />
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Standouts include a cover of Jaco Pastorius' "Teen Town," Pilo's homage to one of the key compositions of the genre and the era. Pilo is crisp and forceful but never intrusive on the drums, and saxman Doug Webb offers his own innovative spin on the original Wayne Shorter solo. (This track takes on a particular poignancy now, just weeks after the death of Pastorius' Weather Report bandmate, keyboardist Joe Zawinul.) <br />
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Miles Davis' "All Blues," meanwhile, gets a funky reworking that has to be heard to be believed. Pilo supercharges the tempo with shades of Cuban jazz, and keyboardist Mitchel Forman pulls out all the stops on (what else?) the Fender Rhodes electric piano. (What better to revive memories of '70s fusion than the sounds of a Fender Rhodes?) Forman starts subtly with block chords, but is soon letting loose with a series of rapid-fire arpeggios, just to keep pace with Pilo's beat. <br />
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Personnel: Peter Douskalis, guitar <br />
Genre: Straight-ahead jazz guitar<br />
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Guitarist and Washington, D.C., native <a href="http://www.peterdouskalis.com/">Peter Douskalis</a> is currently an NYU grad student who plays everything from classical to world music, but his latest album, <a href="http://astore.amazon.com/jazzcdreviews-20/detail/B0032IYADU">"Dance of the Sea,"</a> is a solo jazz effort. If nothing else, the nine tracks, mostly standards, convey an eclectic good taste: Douskalis mixes covers of such chestnuts as "The Girl From Ipanema" and "Whisper Not" with the Beatles' "Come Together" to mostly interesting effect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Highlights include two takes of "Blue in Green," one a fairly straightforward account of the Miles Davis classic, the other a murkier reworking in which the melody is woven into a tapestry of Douskalis' moody, layered improvising. "Darn That Dream" is a quiet gem; Douskalis embellishes the tune but is smart enough never to veer too far from Jimmy Van Heusen's simple, perfect melody. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Douskalis is clearly a gifted musician, and on the uptempo numbers his fleet-fingered attack often manages to make his Gibson ES-175 sound like an entire combo. If he's guilty of anything it's of occasionally pouring on too much of his ample technique; a cover of "My Favorite Things" has perhaps a few too many runs, probably in an effort to mimic the monumental energy of John Coltrane's iconic version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein warhorse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But if Douskalis at times tries too hard that's hardly a sin, especially for a young musician with such obvious chops. All told this is an eminently enjoyable album, and I for one hope Douskalis has the opportunity to record more; paired with an experienced rhythm section, I predict he will settle down and produce music that jazz aficionados will be talking about for years to come. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>-Tony Rogers </i></span></div>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996880602428816790.post-31615032474341790632011-01-29T12:11:00.000-08:002011-11-29T15:28:28.003-08:00Dave Brubeck: Legacy of a Legend<div id="center">
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Personnel: Dave Brubeck, piano/Paul Desmond, alto sax/Eugene Wright, bass/Joe Morello, drums <br />
Genre: straight-ahead jazz <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Dave Brubeck just celebrated his 90th birthday, and with a life as long and amazingly productive as his there are almost too many accomplishments to recount. He's one of the most critically acclaimed jazz artists of all time, known both as a brilliant pianist and composer who pioneered the use of unusual time signatures in his wonderfully lyrical and melodic compositions. He's also probably the most commercially successful jazz musician ever. His 1959 record "Time Out" was the first jazz instrumental album to sell a million copies, and "Take Five," the album's big hit, is still the biggest-selling instrumental jazz single in history. Even people who know nothing about jazz recognize "Take Five," if only because it's been used in dozens of soundtracks and commercials. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But Brubeck's achievements don't stop there. As a white musician in a genre dominated by African-Americans, he was an early advocate for civil rights. The mixed-race quartet he led in the 1950s and 60s was often barred from performing at venues in the South, and over the years he has penned compositions inspired by both Louis Armstrong and Martin Luther King. And when Brubeck graced the cover of Time magazine in 1954, he despaired that he had received such an honor before his idol Duke Ellington.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Even now, Brubeck still composes and tours. Indeed, he recently played a sold-out gig at the Blue Note in New York City just a month after having a pacemaker installed. And as he begins his 10th decade there are no shortage of tributes, including a new documentary on his life that was produced by one of his biggest fans - actor and director Clint Eastwood. The film, "Dave Brubeck: In His Own Sweet Way," is named for one of his tunes; it's airing on the Turner Classic Movies channel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Brubeck's discography is enormous, and choosing the best of his work would be a daunting task for anyone. But Columbia has made a very good attempt with the release of "Dave Brubeck - Legacy of a Legend," a two-disc compilation drawn from the label's collection of 17 Brubeck recordings. The Columbia era covers much of the work produced by Brubeck's legendary quartet of the 50s and 60s, a combo that included the effervescent alto saxophonist Paul Desmond, bassist Eugene Wright and drummer Joe Morello. Needless to say, there is plenty of great stuff here. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There are, of course, crowd-pleasers like "Take Five" and "Blue Rondo a la Turk." But there are rare tracks as well, such as a never-before-released version of "Three to Get Ready" performed at the quartet's last concert before it disbanded in 1967. There's also evidence of Brubeck's collaborations with other jazz greats, including a version of "Summer Song" with the inimitable Satchmo on vocals, taken from an out-of-print 1961 recording. Other highlights include the quartet backing singer Carmen McRae on "My One Bad Habit," and a live performance of W.C. Handy's "St. Louis Blues" featuring Gerry Mulligan and Brubeck trading solos in what amounts to a red-hot jam session.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For Brubeck neophytes, it's hard to think of a better introduction to his work than "Legacy of a Legend." But even longtime fans should find plenty to like with this release, which includes new liner notes by Brubeck's son, Darius, and a plethora of photographs of Brubeck, his family and the musicians he's worked with through the decades. Now, with Brubeck's place in the jazz pantheon firmly established, here's hoping he continues to make music, in his own sweet way, for many years to come.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"</i><span style="font-style: italic;">Eigsti is often content to keep his technical prowess in check, playing in service not to showmanship or ego but to the demands of the music.</span><i>" <br />
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Personnel: Taylor Eigsti, piano/Harish Raghavan, bass/Eric Harland, drums/Becca Stevens, vocals <br />
Genre: moody, contemplative jazz<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">New York-based pianist Taylor Eigsti was the definition of a child prodigy: He started playing at age 4, and by the ripe old age of 12 was opening for Diana Krall and Al Jarreau. Now he's matured into something of a phenomenon. Though still only in his 20s he's already racked up a slew of albums and Grammy nominations, and played with the likes of Dave Brubeck, Christian McBride and Joshua Redman. With Eigsti's latest effort, "Daylight at Midnight," it's easy to see why he's garnered so much acclaim so fast. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The album, which features Harish Raghavan on bass and Eric Harland on drums, is a combination of Eigsti originals and covers of moody compositions by groups and artists like Coldplay, Feist, Nick Drake and Elliot Smith. Things get started with the ominous chords of Coldplay's "Daylight." Eigsti states the melody in a simple, unadorned style, emphasizing the tension inherent in the piece. It's only when the group is halfway through the tune that he really lets loose with a solo of glistening, perfectly articulated arpeggios. Two things are clear at this point: Eigsti has been influenced by Art Tatum, and he's got the chops to do the great man proud. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But what's striking about this album is the way Eigsti is often content to keep his technical prowess in check, playing in service not to showmanship or ego but to the demands of the music. On the album's very next tune - "Magnolia," penned by Eigsti and singer Becca Stevens - Eigsti is a more-than able accompanist to Stevens' vocals, and while he takes a brief solo the emphasis is on the tune and the interplay between the musicians. It's a brave choice for a young pianist, one that signals a confidence and musicality that's refreshing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Indeed, the entire CD represents an interesting direction for Eigsti; it would have been easy for him to turn out a crowd-pleasing album of jazz standards, full of bluesy influences and showy solos. Instead, the vibe on "Daylight at Midnight" is mostly muted, contemplative and even a little experimental (Eigsti nudges jazz boundaries by incorporating Mellotron samples on several cuts.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But jazz geeks can relax: On Mutemath's "Chaos" Eigsti and his bandmates push the pedal to the metal in a brief but smoking jam session that shows they can cook with the best of them. And as Eigsti says in the album's liner notes, he's got his whole life to play standards. Whatever he plays, I for one will be listening. </span></div>
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Personnel: Eri Yamamoto, piano/David Ambrosio, bass/Ikuo Takeuchi, drums<br />
Genre: contemplative piano jazz<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.eriyamamoto.com/">Eri Yamamoto</a> is an accomplished pianist and composer who has built a following in the jazz precincts of New York since moving to the U.S. from her native Japan in the 1990s. Her latest CD, <a href="http://astore.amazon.com/jazzcdreviews-20/detail/B002WSYLSK"> "In Each Day, Something Good,"</a> is a quirky combination of Yamamoto originals; half the tunes were inspired by her life in New York, while the other half were originally composed as a kind of soundtrack for the 1932 silent film "I Was Born, But..." by famed Japanese director Yasujiro Ozu. The quirkiness doesn't end there. The tunes bear titles like "Sheep Song," "Let's Eat, Then Everything Will Be Ok," and "We'll Figure Out Blues."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But while Yamamoto (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saVFUSKpmIA&feature=related">video</a>) may be possessed of an offbeat sensibility, her musicianship is assured. The vibe throughout "In Each Day" is one of moody contemplation, buoyed by Yamamoto's compositions, tunes that start out as deceptively simple structures, then, as they progress, bob and weave to create ornate aural tapestries. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Yamamoto avoids the predictability of the standard jazz construct - state the melody (or head), improvise around it, then repeat - with a style of playing that could almost fall under the heading of free jazz. On "Let's Eat," for example, she introduces an elusive and subtle melody through a series of quiet, silky arpeggios, then gradually builds upon the tune until it reaches a crescendo of block chords, a finale that's followed by still more quiet. Much like a wave crashing on the shore, then receding once again, Yamamoto's music draws on the pulse of nature and feels, for want of a better word, <i> organic</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But what sets Yamamoto apart from free jazz acolytes is her unabashed lyricism. Her tunes are eminently listenable, and might even be hummable if they weren't quite so complex. As I listened to this CD I tried to think of another recent release that was at once so progressive and yet so accessible. I couldn't come up with one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There's a temptation (a pretty silly one when I think about it) to compare Yamamoto to one of her jazz-playing countrywomen, <a href="http://www.junkoonishi.com/">Junko Onishi</a> (another of my favorite contemporary pianists, as it happens). But the two are poles apart, musically speaking. Onishi is all about chops; just watch her fingers fly across the keyboard as she fires off Ornette Coleman's "Congeniality" in this awe-inspiring YouTube <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYzlq8IKRlI">video</a> and you'll see what I mean.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Yamamoto, on the other hand, isn't one to show off her technical prowess. Her compositions, and her playing, are the very essence of understatement. That's not to say she doesn't have a command of her instrument; on "We'll Figure Out Blues" Yamamoto, backed by bassist David Ambrosio and drummer Ikuo Takeuchi, shows she can swing with the best of them. Indeed, the song's title is a misnomer; from the sounds of "In Each Day," it's clear Yamamoto has things figured out pretty well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>-Tony Rogers </i></span>Tony Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349928652972081421noreply@blogger.com0