tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319824242024-03-12T16:21:49.593-07:00BLOGSTITUDE"IT'S ABOUT THE MUSIC." <br><a href="http://www.twitter.com/blastitude">BLASTWITUDE</a> - <a href="http://blastitude.blogspot.com">BLOGSTITUDE</a> - <a href="http://www.blastitude.com">BLASTITUDE</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-92133363351169486932019-08-25T12:27:00.003-07:002019-08-25T12:27:56.259-07:00AN EVENING WITH FRANK ZAPPA & CAPTAIN BEEFHEART (1975 FM RADIO BROADCAST)<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CkUm0hXXEiI" width="560"></iframe><br />
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I see people debating Frank Zappa on social media a lot, but of course they are, he's an annoying genius. Inevitably, someone asks what album or albums they should check out, which is raw meat to the classicrocksplainers, who immediately show up in droves for the feeding frenzy that quickly devolves into the 'just list every Zappa album we can think of because we'd rather parade our knowledge than give a useful answer' approach. Well, I've got a useful answer of my own: do it yourself. But if you want, do check out this guest radio spot he and Captain Beefheart did in 1975 to promote the <i>Bongo Fury</i> album and tour, for which Beefheart briefly joined Zappa's Mothers and they laid down an underrated avant/R&B/contemporary classical stew (much better than any Zappa material with Flo & Eddie on it, take that classicrocksplainers). This radio show is revelatory, featuring some <i>Bongo Fury</i> cuts (I really like "Carolina Hard-Core Ecstasy"), but mostly made up of early Zappa recordings, experiments, live jams, etc. that took place before the Mothers of Invention were named as such, and man this stuff is raw and punky avant-madness, predating the LAFMS almost in full (not as much synth/electronic input, but it's creeping in the corners).<br />
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<b>POSTSCRIPT:</b> After listening to the whole 67 minute upload on YouTube, with a different tab up, the next video started immediately, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3qfTk730Cw" target="_blank">Muddy Waters live at the Checkerboard Lounge in 1981</a> (the time when the Rolling Stones happened to drop in), and as Muddy's band went into the intro vamp and played it for several seconds, before any vocals came along, I didn't even bat an eye thinking it was still more early Mothers and/or Beefheart music. These Mojave Desert weirdos were a straight-up top-notch greasy raw rhythm & blues band! Respect due! </div>
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(<i>This Long Hots tape review has been lying around not-quite-finished for months, but I'll finally post it now in advance of <a href="https://thirdmanstore.com/records/7-inch-releases/nickle-dime-b-w-give-take" target="_blank">their just-announced upcoming 7" on Third Man Records</a> and <a href="http://www.longhots.net/" target="_blank">summer tour with David Nance Group</a>:</i>) An honest-to-goodness primitive power trio laying down extendo trance rock and roll music, heavily instrumental, but not without a brat/boogie group vocal approach that really puts the roll into the rock. Eva Killinger is on drums, and she was in the ultimate Philly underground trance gunk rock and roll band Spacin', so you know that's a good start. The guitarist and other vocalist is Rosali Middleman, who just released a singer/songwriter album under her first name Rosali called <i>Trouble Anyway</i>, but <b>Long Hots</b> ain't singer/songwriter, it ain't even really songwriting at all, this is ur-rock, and Ms. Middleman's primordial grinding/keening/singing rhythm/lead guitar kills throughout, not surprisingly heard to great effect on the 9-minute "Boogie Trance." (See, it's not just me using the word "trance.") Kathryn Lipman plays bass guitar that is also very ur-, locking in with Killinger and laying down the train tracks for Middleman to flow over. And to be honest, it's a pretty rough practice-room recording, any/all mistakes left in, and as much as I like it, it still feels like they're just getting started.
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Shoutout to the <a href="https://www.instagram.com/greatestmusicofmanandwomankind/" target="_blank">@GreatestMusicOfManAndWomankind IG feed</a>, which recently turned me on to the work of Charles Amirkhanian. From 1969 to 1992, he was the music director of KPFA (Berkeley, CA), the flagship station of the Pacifica Radio Network, where he hosted countless programs featuring guests from the world of experimental contemporary classical avant-garde music (or, in the parlance of the times: "new music"). <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/BuJbjRgl5NA/" target="_blank">Said IG feed pointed out a 2-hour 1980 episode of Morning Concert that was hanging out on archive.org, in which Amirkhanian's guest was Eliane Radigue</a>, and from there I found <a href="https://archive.org/details/MC_1979_03_16">a 1979 episode of the same program with guests Joan La Barbara and Morton Subotnick</a>. I wondered if Joan and Morton appeared in two different segments, but it turns out they were a married couple then (how did I not know that?) and still are (he's almost 86 and she'll be 72 in June). They both sound so cool and intelligent and nicely humored, and wow, the music on the show: a super-great excerpt from a Subotnick piece called <a href="https://youtu.be/n3lTnLeFe4o" target="_blank">"A Sky of Cloudless Sulfur,"</a> and my god, the holy of the holies, Joan's <a href="https://youtu.be/7SvVhDMLTbs" target="_blank">"Twelvesong."</a> About 20 years ago (around the same time I bought my own cheapo second-hand copy of <i><a href="https://www.discogs.com/Morton-Subotnick-Silver-Apples-Of-The-Moon/release/60977" target="_blank">Silver Apples of the Moon</a></i>), I was lucky enough to first hear her extended vocal pieces, thanks to an #oldhead (music-hound college professor, in this case). They've always haunted me, but "Twelvesong" is the hauntiest of them all, her unreal non-electronic vocal soundscape (the title refers not only to the 12:12 running time but to "twelve tracks of voice, layered") getting way into oft-forgotten subconscious nooks. (Not to mention crannies.)<br />
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Released in 1978, an older, wearier, wiser Anita O'Day, post-heroin, enjoying a second career in Japan. A fine document of her easy chemistry with long-time drummer John Poole (they also co-owned the record label, Emily Records). Picked this LP <span style="text-align: center;">up in a free stack at the local oldhead used bookstore which, against all Amazon-hellworld odds, is still open noon to 8pm every day. And speaking of the neighborhood, Anita O'Day is my all-time favorite former attendee of Nicholas Senn High School, a mere 15 blocks away from Blastitude HQ (and she's got a real rogue's gallery of competitors for that honor, including William Friedkin, Harvey Korman, Harold Ramis, and Shecky Greene himself). She might be your favorite Senn alum too if you've seen her smashing outfit and stoned improvisational regality onstage at the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival, as indelibly captured in the film </span><i style="text-align: center;">Jazz on a Summer's Day</i><span style="text-align: center;"> (1960, d. Bert Stern, Aram Avakian).</span><br />
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Even if that performance somehow doesn't do the trick, I know you'll love her early 1940s tenure with the Gene Krupa band, especially the super-fun (and for the time daringly integrated) million-selling 1942 duet with trumpeter/vocalist Roy Eldridge, "Let Me Off Uptown."<br />
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I wondered if the song was meant to be about Chicago's legendary northside entertainment district, just a couple miles south of where I type, though figured they were probably talking about the more nationally known "uptown" of Harlem, New York. Then again, c'mon... Anita grew up and learned how to be a jazz singer in Chicago's Uptown, and Krupa was from Chicago too. As luck would have it, she wrote a great memoir in the 1980s called <i>High Times Hard Times</i>, and it answers the question with this crucial passage featuring the song's lyricist <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0263147/bio" target="_blank">Redd Evans</a> (as well as good ole Senn High):<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Senn Junior High had my body between 9:00 AM and 4:00 PM, but my mind was wandering the taverns of the Uptown district. In 1936, Chicago was still a toddlin' town. In addition to the big clubs and theaters in the Loop that used stars, there were a lot of funky Uptown hangouts such as the Barrel of Fun, Liberty Inn, Warm Friends, and, of course, the 5100 Club where eventually Danny Thomas was to make his name. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> At school, the only time I felt I was living was during Friday afternoon entertainments. I was obsessed with music and Fridays I'd let it all out. The rest was zilch. The way I looked at it was I had to serve my sentence. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> On December 18, which I <i>thought</i> was my sixteenth birthday, I split again. That night I sneaked out the window of our apartment, as I'd been doing since the truant officer got me, went over to the 5100 Club where a lot of kids hung out on the street, listening to Fletcher Henderson's brother Horace blow. Horace had a terrific band. On this particular night, I fell into conversation with the cat named Redd Evans, who played the sweetpotato (ocarina) with Horace Heidt and His Musical Knights. He and I got to singing and I really felt alive, as if I was where the action was at last. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> "I like riffs, don't you?" Redd asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> "Riffs? What are they?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> He sang one, then explained that it was a repeated musical phrase. I really dug that. Riffs became the center of my world. I went around working out riffs all the time. So Redd had an influence on me from the first time we met.</span><br />
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Hey Anita, guess what? I like riffs too. There's no doubt that Anita knows and feels and gets music, with passages to that effect throughout, like this nice one about Charlie Parker:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I idolized Charlie Parker because I would say he was one of the great jazz geniuses of all time. He changed the whole face of the music. What I mean is that when Louis Armstrong became popular, all trumpet players had to change their styles. Not the rest of the band. But when Charlie Parker became popular with his be-bop tunes, everybody had to change his style -- the drummer, the piano player, the singer, whoever. </span><br />
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There's also <a href="https://www.npr.org/2008/10/16/95746374/anita-oday-high-times-and-hard-times" target="_blank">this excellent episode of the NPR program<i> Jazz Profiles</i></a> that spans her entire career, with lots of great interviews and musical selections. I love it when John Poole emphatically points out that she wrote a song called "Rock and Roll Blues," and the year she wrote it was 1947, long before Elvis Presley showed up. (Maybe he's so emphatic about the year because a recording of the song didn't seem to come out until 1952.) Could it be that the swing era is the actual birth of rock'n'roll? I did once say on twitter that Gene Krupa was the first rock star....<br />
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Finally wrapping up this Anita O'Day piece, to the point where I'm even filing the LP, and I thought it was notable that it was right next to <i>The Visitor</i> by Jim O'Rourke. He didn't go to Senn, but he is also from Chicago, and not all that far away. "I grew up on the northwest side of Chicago, near the airport, near the beginning of the suburbs," is what he told Popwatch magazine (issue #8, Winter-Spring 1997), and I swear I remember him saying, in a different interview I can't find, something about going to the Goldblatt's store in Anita's old haunt Uptown to buy records when he was a kid. It's an impressive historic building, built in 1915. Anita would've also known it as Goldblatt's, as they were in the building for a very long time, from 1931 until they finally closed down in 1998, possibly an early victim of the internet. It became a Border's Book Store in 2004, which is how I knew the building as a Chicagoan. That store never felt quite right, and was definitely a victim of the internet when it closed in 2012. The building has been shuttered since, and even with the forces of hypergentrification that have swept into so much of Chicago, Uptown remains a relatively funky multicultural big-city music neighborhood, with shows almost every night at the Aragon, the Riviera, and the Green Mill.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-12562529133175211382018-12-08T19:40:00.001-08:002018-12-08T19:40:04.966-08:00DEEP TRACKS OF NOTE #1<b>#HEAVYMUSICINALLSTYLESANDVOLUMES #DEEPTRACKSOFNOTE </b><br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/EHPrXQZkVGI" target="_blank">BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD "Kahuna Sunset"</a></b> Ever peeped the Squires tracks that led off the big <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Neil-Young-Neil-Young-Archives-Vol-1-1963-1972/release/2066009" target="_blank">Neil Young Archives Vol. 1 box</a>? The Squires were Neil's first real band, when he was like 19 years old, and though the rest of the group never made it out of Canada, they were pretty damn good back then around Winnipeg and Thunder Bay. Check out "I Wonder" (later remade and rocked up for the <i>Zuma </i>LP as "Don't Cry No Tears") and killer surf instrumentals "Aurora," "The Sultan," and "Mustang," dreams of the Pacific Ocean via the north coast of Lake Superior. The table was set for a track like "Kahuna Sunset," an outtake from 3 or 4 years later, another surf exotica Martin Denny-riffic instrumental, recorded by Neil's later and better-known band Buffalo Springfield. Some of his pet 1970s chord changes are sneaking in there if you pay attention.<br />
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<b>ROYAL TRUX "Vile Child"</b> Might be my favorite single Royal Trux track. It was recorded during the <i>Twin Infinitives</i> sessions, and sure sounds like it was, harsh and severe <i>rock concr<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">è</span></span>te</i>, with a genuinely unsettling croaking chant for a chorus. Nonetheless, it wasn't intended for <i>Infinitives</i>, but commissioned for <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Various-Perceptual-Motor-Rhythm-Skills-Teachers-Edition/release/931532" target="_blank">a concurrent 7" EP sponsored by and released with the seventh issue of <i>Bananafish</i> magazine</a>, which is where I discovered the track a good 20 years ago, then bearing the extremely improbable title "Theme Elementary School Psycho (Ax in Y Bad Boy BBM)," and sounding particularly terrifying crawling out of those <i>Bananafish</i>-curated grooves, sequenced next to last among recurring excerpts from a "live exorcism" by Bob Larson, glorious shrieking noise by Hijokaidan, possibly even weirder sound collage by Felipe X. Milstein, a distant ringing progressive electric bass guitar solo by Anne Eickelberg of Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, and I think even more madness. All on a single 7-inch! Pretty life changing record for me, actually. You can find "Vile Child" there, or on the <a href="http://www.dragcity.com/products/singles-live-unreleased" target="_blank"><i>Singles, Live, Unreleased</i> box set on Drag City</a>.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/AXWYffFaEOE" target="_blank">PRINCE "Witness (4 The Prosecution)"</a></b> I know he was a super-talented genius who constantly wrote and recorded music, but I still sometimes sacrilegiously suspect that "the vaults" are not quite what they're hyped up to be... my hunch is that the <i>really</i> great non-album tracks from the 80s all ended up on that amazing run of B-sides from roughly 1982 to 1989... "How Come U Don't Call Me Anymore?," "Irresistible Bitch," "17 Days," "Erotic City" (!!), "God," "Another Lonely Christmas" for chrissakes (no pun intended), "She's Always In My Hair," "Hello," "Girl," "<span style="background-color: #f8f9fa;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">♥ or $,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">" "Alexa De Paris," "La, La, La, He, He, Hee," "Shockadelica," "Scarlet Pussy"... damn. The truth is, his B-sides started falling off around <i>Lovesexy</i> and especially <i>Batman</i>, and </span></span>honestly I've yet to hear leaked stuff, even the bonus tracks on the recent <i>Purple Rain</i> deluxe reissue, that are necessarily on the level of that original B-side run... but I just came across this unreleased 1986 track "Witness (4 The Prosecution)" and it is a killer, Prince in stripped-down heavy guitar mode, still funky as hell, taking a torch to the already-hot post-Hendrix continuum of high-level heavy black funk rock. (Oops, just found another really good vault song, a short fragile fairytale ballad from 1992 called <a href="https://youtu.be/eUfVBaixYn0" target="_blank">"Be My Mirror"</a>... and I'm well aware that Prince's vast and disorderly post-namechange work, both released and unreleased, is really begging for a deep dive in general, one that I may never muster the fortitude to undertake...)<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/fJWJcSTPNpM" target="_blank">SONIC YOUTH "Little Trouble Girl"</a></b> Another #veryheavy song, which is par for the course when this blog's entire <i>raison d'etre</i> is #heavymusicinallstylesandvolumes. Kim Deal's girl-group double lead vocal is such a good 'indie rock guest appearance' move, while Kim Gordon's lyrics get into some deep fissures of adolescent feeling. She can't help but be a little arch and camp, but that's just one of her primary performance delivery systems, and sure it speaks to how we filter our emotion through pop representation. Either way, the emotion is very much there, and that's what matters."I'm sorry mother, I'd rather fight than have to lie," for example.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/KEIhNeVTe_4" target="_blank">TERRY CALLIER "You Don't Care"</a></b> Beeeeyoooootiful melancholy big city orchestral R&B chant/lament/ballad/interstitial/closer, arranged & conducted by Chicago legend <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Stepney" target="_blank">Charles Stepney</a>, the perfect soundtrack for the gauzily lit love scene in a blaxploitation flick from the 70s that you're watching on VHS in the 90s in your mind.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/2BlLn72TjNM" target="_blank">RHYTHM & SOUND "Aerial"</a> and <a href="https://youtu.be/PSDXkkyi1lQ" target="_blank">"History Version"</a></b> The time is always right for a 9-minute Rhythm & Sound track to come up on shuffle...<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/pZg-nOOq_IQ" target="_blank">MILTON NASCIMENTO "Carlos, Lucia, Chico e Tiago"</a></b> A really lovely dark brooding track from Nascimento's 1973 album <i>Milagre dos Peixes</i>, described by obscure music review site <a href="http://amazon.com/">Amazon.com</a><span id="goog_939438620"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_939438621"></span> as "one of Milton Nascimento's most experimental albums." This is a haunting wordless falsetto ballad, beautifully sung by Nascimento and played by Brazilian jazz musicians blowing lovely, including the wild percussion of Nana Vasconcelos (who was later to form lowkey blastifave Codona with Don Cherry).<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/2lhx8FNlYjs" target="_blank">DELMA LACHNEY & BLIND UNCLE GASPARD "La Danseuse"</a></b> Just as pretty and still-danceably melancholy as an instrumental fiddle tune from 1929 is gonna get.<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/v1pZgrk_WCw" target="_blank"><b>ANTONY & THE JOHNSONS "Berd Guhrl"</b></a> Such a great album, holding up heavily twelve years later. Also, here's an <a href="https://youtu.be/KNK6ycMm1YU" target="_blank">exquisite 2006 live version</a> of this song.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/bH8HDOK0DHI" target="_blank">LORD FINESSE "Check the Method"</a></b> Great great track from 1996, I'm listening to the version DJ Premier mixed into his Crooklyn Cuts tape, which is even better than the (linked) original, with that magic Premier dust sprinkled all over it. Man, this is good. "I don't front like a man on a high horse/but yo, I make more noise than July 4th." Also, the way Premier ridiculously cuts up Finesse's "Aw fuck it, my shit be flowin' like springwater" reminds me of this time last summer at <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Touhy+Ave+%26+N+Sheridan+Rd,+Chicago,+IL+60626/@42.012387,-87.6617894,20z/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x880fd1ac84418685:0x6f535d39c3a7775d" target="_blank">the basketball court</a>, during a full-court pickup game... a guy was bringing the ball up court and a pesky defender was pressuring him, so he crossed him up not once, not twice, but THREE times (the third time was just to be hilarious).<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/szt07nJ99-Q" target="_blank">JIMMY GIUFFRE "Present Notion"</a></b> Weird experience to be in the middle of one of my semi-annual AACM-and-related binges and then <i>Free Fall </i>by Jimmy Giuffre comes up on the shuffle, and for a minute I'm like, "Is this Roscoe Mitchell?"<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/EuesHAr0_Rg" target="_blank"><b>THE GREAT UNWASHED "What Happened Ray?"</b></a> Was David Kilgour as high when he recorded this track as I feel now listening to it? How does his voice sometimes sound like a guitar played by an e-bow? Or is that indeed a guitar played by an e-bow, overdubbed and blending with his voice? What kind of a chorus refrain is the line "And your world has vanished" over and over? I have no answers for this otherworldly track; there's a reason Flying Nun originals from 1983 are selling <a href="https://www.discogs.com/The-Great-Unwashed-Clean-Out-Of-Our-Minds/release/427522" target="_blank">for over a hundred bucks</a>.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/QHGz8h95lig" target="_blank">KEVIN AYERS AND THE WHOLE WORLD "Lunatic's Lament"</a></b> Always good to go <i>Shooting at the Moon</i>.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/0JWJbUrBmtM" target="_blank">J.J. CALE "River Runs Deep"</a></b> One of the slightly deeper drum machine cuts from J.J.'s masterpiece <i>Naturally</i>. Forecast most definitely calls for breezy.<br />
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<b><a href="https://youtu.be/nGypjt8KkZI" target="_blank">J.J. CALE "Crying Eyes"</a></b> A deeper cut still, but a huge hit in this household, this is <i>Naturally</i>'s honey-sweet closer.<br />
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...their emergence, they signalled the first one of those big deal ambition-striving beginnings of a thus-far stillborn "concept" album; McGuinn once said morning. They endure, thank goodness, Byrds albums are electronic magazines, and it's actually beginning to look this one is too, but it contains more like they might see the real dawn pictures than any of the others. And hopefully you and I will be as lucky. Pictures move. Someone ought to Jim Bickhart film it. There; it's been said. All these cats runnin' around with their easy awareness... innovative turbulent rider film script trips, talkin' about how personalities... perspective... enormous... they're gonna capture the vitality of motion... subtly forceful... dear rock medium on film. Well, that's a Byrds; we attended your concert at wonderful notion too, but somebody (Seton Hall University, South Orange, New) should really take on the challenge of Jersey... and it was the greatest... reversing the process: compose, we were treated to the concert by hour. Perform and record the music first, then 19-year old son Alan we wish shot the film the music is. More parents would listen to your music... Sincerely, Murray and this album also rebuts the argument that Gloria Mankowitz rock reaches a peak when it's more so the thing they do best, the thing nearly approaches a European tradition people follow best, is their music. There is a country/blues/folk/jazz or any story in this album that can only be other tradition that's made it. As a poem told aloud. Each song is a chapter, reaches its most perfect form it, but the story is best of all. This is not approaches the dance. Ezra Pound.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-68650934017248068572018-03-13T17:47:00.001-07:002018-04-21T14:35:21.868-07:00REVOLUTIONARY ENSEMBLE: #HEAVYPOWERTRIOSINALLSTYLESANDVOLUMESThe Revolutionary Ensemble was an avant-garde jazz trio (probably most specifically what was then called a 'new music trio'), formed in New York City by Leroy Jenkins, Sirone (aka Norris Jones), and Jerome Cooper. They started playing around 1972 and ended around 1977 or 1978. Their line-up was somewhat unique in that it was a violin trio, with Jenkins on that instrument, and Sirone and Cooper rounding out the traditional jazz-trio rhythm section of double bass and drum kit respectively. Without a horn or a piano, the group was going to have a singular texture, that spiky fractured singing-string vibe, less breath, less percussiveness (although Cooper is a monster drummer). In a sense they are a post-AACM group, not officially affiliated, but Jenkins was a member, and Cooper was from Chicago as well and, like Jenkins, studied under the legendary music director Walter Dyett at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DuSable_High_School" target="_blank">Dusable High School</a>. I only have 3 of their LPs, but these are cherished:<br />
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<b><br /></b><b>VIETNAM (ESP-DISK)</b> This is the one that started it all for me, when Blastifriend C. M<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ö</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ö</span>n bought a copy, one of those blessed German <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Revolutionary-Ensemble-Revolutionary-Ensemble/release/2157756" target="_blank">ZYX-label CD reissues</a> of the ESP-Disk catalog, and played it on his weekly community radio show The Cosmic Egg, which I used to tape directly off the air. I could not believe the sounds I was hearing coming from these refined classical instruments, the violin and the double bass, thrashing away at high amplified volume like they were in the middle of a contemporaneous King Crimson blow-out. Add an incredible drummer playing in a free-form but very disciplined pan-African free-music style, with a very strong underlying formal/classical sense of architecture, and you've got one intense band. And to have the name of the piece(s) be "Vietnam," performed in 1972 while the Vietnam War is still raging? Easily one of my Top 10 Proto-Metal LPs.<br />
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<b><br /></b><b>THE PSYCHE (RE RECORDS)</b> This one was released in 1975 on the bands' own RE record label (stands for Revolutionary Ensemble) with a oddly bracing text-only cover design. Kinda scary, like it could be the title card for an early 60s noir/arthouse movie. Music's kinda scary too. Which can't be underrated with regards to the whole AACM approach to creative post-jazz music, the fact that it was so often SCARY, because it was influenced by International New Wave cinema soundtracks, and scary spiky composers like Bartok and Webern and Berg, not to mention proto-punk with its sometime forays into Artaudian shock theater. Regardless, the way the pieces are arranged and the way they progress, in contrast to many other 60s/70s examples of revolutionary music, exemplify the point Lester Bowie makes, <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=fUbCMeCrxa0C&pg=PA338&lpg=PA338&dq=mock-prosaic&source=bl&ots=GjIfX4Qwpc&sig=kl78hCn-ZQ8s_bTA0TTlj9Hq4-g&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwizveC-94rZAhVs_IMKHU8DAaEQ6AEIKTAA#v=onepage&q=mock-prosaic&f=false" target="_blank">'mock-prosaically,'</a> on page 338 of <i>A Power Stronger Than Itself </i>by George E. Lewis (2008, University of Chicago Press): "The main difference was that we would STOP. We had rests. We had whole notes. We were dealing with some melodies."<br />
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<b><br /></b><b>REVOLUTIONARY ENSEMBLE (INNER CITY)</b> This self-titled album was released by Enja in 1977, then reissued the next year in America by a label called Inner City. The Inner City cover is kinda dry and schoolbookish; I prefer the somewhat proto-cyberpunk plainness of <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Revolutionary-Ensemble-Revolutionary-Ensemble/release/1260079" target="_blank">the original edition</a>, but regardless of the sleeve, this is a great album of music, my favorite by the Revolutionary Ensemble after <i>Vietnam</i>. This is a quieter album, with some of their most precise and haunted playing, spinning out delicate themes, long-held quiet sections that build into vicious-tempests-in-ornate-teapots, then space back out again into eldritch 12-tone styles. It also has Jenkins's composition "Chicago," which really struck a melancholy and heavy chord in me long before I bought this copy, when I first heard it in 2002, having checked out a copy from the Sulzer Regional Library up in Lincoln Square (same Inner City edition). It was less than a year after I moved here, and I loved the city of Chicago then, and love it now, but was certainly already aware of its cold overpowering strength as a location, and could really hear that in the music. But now it's 15 years later and I've lived here and learned a lot more about Chicago, certainly a lot more about the African-American experience here, and now I've read <i>Warmth Of Other Suns</i> by Isabel Wilkerson, and now I know that the melody was composed and performed by not only a Chicagoan like myself, but unlike myself, a black Chicagoan who grew up in Bronzeville on the South Side, born in 1932 to parents who had come to Chicago from Tennessee and Mississippi, looking for work and to escape <a href="https://lynchinginamerica.eji.org/" target="_blank">rampant unpoliced white supremacist terrorism</a>, only to find a different kind of racial hostility, one that was <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=dt6JDQAAQBAJ&pg=PA386&lpg=PA386&dq=%22warmth+of+other+suns%22+%22eminently+deniable%22&source=bl&ots=X-QtbPTevr&sig=M6OJP8N2mXKoHWD8lTIdocNODfo&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwizp5W--YrZAhUD2IMKHbumDpsQ6AEILzAB#v=onepage&q=%22warmth%20of%20other%20suns%22%20%22eminently%20deniable%22&f=false" target="_blank">"unwritten, mercurial, opaque, and eminently deniable."</a> So, needless to say, I can now hear a whole lot more in the melodies and performance of "Chicago," things that even just 15 years ago I was only aware of in the broadest and briefest 4th-grade-textbook sense.<br />
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Of all the lo-fi LPs (and cassettes and CDRs) that were released in the mid-late 2000s shitgaze boomlet (that's right, "shitgaze boomlet"), not all of 'em are gonna hold up that great. One might think a 2007 instrumental LP (recorded in 2005) of a guitarist and a drummer crudely hitting single atonal notes on their instruments, sometimes slowly and ploddingly, other times fast and ploddingly, and not infrequently just making a complete arhythmic mess, would not be one of them to stand the test of time. But by god I really liked this album the first time I heard it, and played it a bunch, and now it's been about 10 years (!!!) since I've listened, but have gotten it back out for a couple more spins, and have to say it sounds just as good as ever. Dare I say it's my favorite Siltbreeze 'phase two' release? Somehow, at least, the one I've listened to the most? Regardless of the utter crudity of what these goofballs play (and it's pretty damn crude at best), the shadowy lonesome atmosphere is exquisite throughout, as is the commitment to the rawest of No Wave principles. The name of this guitar/drums duo is pronounced "ex no barbeque ex," they're from Brisbane, Australia, and the guitarist is Matthew Earle, who runs the label called <a href="https://www.discogs.com/label/157544-Breakdance-The-Dawn" target="_blank">Breakdance the Dawn</a>, and has played in quite a few ad hoc-ish bands down there, like Girls Girls Girls, and Xwave. I also own LPs by both (blame the <a href="http://littlebigchief.bigcartel.com/" target="_blank">Little Big Chief</a>), but I've yet to find another one of his that's as.... singular as XNoBarbequeX. (By the way, everyone online says the album is called <i>Sunshine Of Your Love</i>, but I can't find the word "Love" anywhere on the sleeve or insert, so I'm calling it <i>Sunshine Of Your.</i>)<br />
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<b>POSTSCRIPT:</b> Pulled out the aforementioned Xwave LP, entitled <i>Cities on Flame</i>, and have to say that its dark guitar and distant vocal tunneling was sounding pretty damn good this forlorn late winter Sunday afternoon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-39940001054078997852018-02-20T11:15:00.000-08:002018-02-20T11:15:02.870-08:00SEX PISTOLS "No Fun" (Dave Goodman demo) John Lydon started rehearsing with the Sex Pistols in the fall of 1975, and they quickly added a Stooges cover "No Fun" to their repertoire, playing it as a regular part of their live shows by at least 14 February 1976 (Happy Belated 42nd Anniversary), when a particularly memorable example went down at a place called Butler's Wharf, as described by Nick Kent <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=xNbgOXwwWhQC&pg=PT156&lpg=PT156&dq=%2214+february+1976%22+sex+pistols&source=bl&ots=tHI0L5YrQo&sig=-tu_XpWGqgQLb7pJ9loRfJwKvtQ&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjg3ob-9ozZAhUU24MKHfnQAS4Q6AEINzAF#v=onepage&q=%2214%20february%201976%22%20sex%20pistols&f=false" target="_blank">in Jon Savage's essential <i>England's Dreaming</i> book</a>: "John Lydon was on three trips of acid and god knows how many grams of speed... They were doing this version of 'No Fun', kept doing it over and over. Lydon got it in his head to start smashing the equipment: flying around with this mike stand, throwing things around. It wasn't aimed at the audience: they didn't matter. Lydon was in this state, it was obviously drug-induced but he clearly wanted to get completely out of himself. He wanted to go straight into the eye of the hurricane, and the group was backing him up."<br />
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A few months later, on 10 October 1976, just two days after the band signed their first major record contract with EMI, they ran through their set a couple times in a studio, and had their soundman Dave Goodman record it. The resultant demos are fairly legendary, and were even <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spunk_(Sex_Pistols_bootleg_album)" target="_blank">bootleg-released a year later, probably by band manager Malcolm McLaren himself</a>, to show his disappointment with how over-produced their official major-label debut LP <i>Never Mind the Bollocks</i> had turned out. The version of "No Fun" they laid down that day in 1976 with Dave Goodman is one of the signal punk performances, especially by Lydon; I don't know what his drug intake was that day as opposed to 14 February, but sober or not, he gets very much into the "out of himself" "eye of the hurricane" state that Nick Kent witnessed on that earlier date. It's also the closest the Pistols ever got to the tranced-out psychotronic music he loved like Can and Hawkwind, in his own blown-out vocals and the band's relentless midtempo drive:<br />
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A month later, the band and others were featured on an episode of the <i>London Weekend Show</i>, a half-hour news presentation that Jon Savage says in <i>England's Dreaming</i>, "remains the single best documentary about Punk, captured just before its fall." It really is terrific, including a lot of footage from a Sex Pistols gig and sometimes intense, sometimes very funny interviews with them, the Clash, and a brand spanking new Siouxsie & the Banshees. (Hostess Janet Street Porter is charming throughout too, with a great 'Bowie kid' look, even though she was 30 years old at the time.) The programme (sic) ends with a version of "No Fun" which is pretty (pre-Sid) vicious, though not even close to the sheer immolation of the Goodman demos:<br />
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In June 1977, the Goodman demo of "No Fun" saw mass release as the B-side of the "Pretty Vacant" single. It was the third Sex Pistols single, still a few months before their debut LP <i>Never Mind the Bollocks</i> was to come out. It was released on the Virgin label and reached #6 in the UK. Later, after the Sex Pistols broke up, it was included on one of many cynical compilation/receivership releases allowed by court decisions, <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flogging_a_Dead_Horse" target="_blank">Flogging a Dead Horse</a></i>, which is where I personally discovered its unearthly power, what Savage described as "searing, ridiculous" on page 379 of <i>England's Dreaming</i>.<br />
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Extremely chilly contempo techno with vocals... stuff like coldwave and deathrock gets talked about a lot these days, but all I know is that this record gets the rare Blastitude <i>deathly cold</i> rating, all night long. We're talking <i>morbidly frozen</i>. Colder than the 20 inches of snow dumped on Chicago last week. Golden Mean are the duo of Sabisha Friedberg and Tyler Wilcox, Mills College and Bard College alums respectively says the bio, so you know they're well-versed, but the music's still gotta cut the mustard, and these forlorn techno moodscapes certainly do. Haunting, cold, and lovely electronic settings come and go, melodically/atmospherically/compositionally, as Friedberg intones those monotone colder-than-coldwave vocals, an intense spoken word piece about "toxic desire" and so forth. Move over "Justify My Love"...<br />
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I never really spend as much time as I'd like at the <b>Chicago Jazz Festival</b> each year, because I don't live too close to downtown, and you really can't drive down there on a summertime weekend unless you're insane and/or ready to spend at least $25 on parking, and there's always lots of pesky non-jazz stuff going on that weekend too. (For example, the festival happens every Labor Day weekend, which is also the last weekend before Chicago Public Schools, and therefore my two kids, start a new school year.) My tactic is to find the best two back-to-back performances on the schedule, and buzz down there for an always-mindblowing quick-hit 4-5 hour round trip. This year, Sunday September 3rd was a pretty easy choice, despite having to miss Mary Halvorson playing on Saturday, because <b>Louis Moholo-Moholo's 5 Blokes</b> were playing at 3:30PM, followed by <b>Roscoe Mitchell's Quartets</b> at 5PM. (Roscoe was even on the cover of the Chicago Reader that week, looking as bad-ass as ever.) It was a beautiful day and I was able to ride my bike down there, over 10 miles one way, the holiday weekend lakefront trail crowd in full effect, true sanctuary city beauty with <a href="https://www.livescience.com/32011-lake-michigan.html" target="_blank">an actual freshwater sea</a> sprawled out behind, though said beautiful crowds and resultant gawker/stroller/rollerblader dodging did make me about 15 minutes late for <b>Moholo-Moholo</b>'s band...<br />
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When I finally got there and headed all the way down the right aisle in front of the stage, where attendees were sitting on the floor, they were in a heavy gospel/soul/jazz full boil, and stayed pretty close to that peak as they segued in and out of varying themes for another 45 minutes straight. Man, they were terrific. They got at least two standing ovations. The tenor saxophonist Shabaka Hutchings was damn good, like young Pharaoh level good, but definitely with his own gospel/spiritual/carnival mellower groove/dance thing, maybe more Sonny than Pharaoh after all. The pianist Alexander Hawkins was also very impressive, and seemed to be the one calling the tunes, pounding away on those deep South African spirituals, chanting and hollering, leading the rest of the band in vocal call-and-response. Were they written by Hawkins? By Moholo-Moholo? Were they adapted folk themes? I'm not sure yet, I haven't researched, but I'm thinking maybe the last two. I'm no expert, but South African jazz really is its own different thing. The harmonies are different, and the chords seem simpler, more rootsy, earthy, churchy. Less use of upper extensions? (I've now learned that all the musicians are based in the UK, except for Moholo-Moholo, who did live in London for a few decades but has been back in South Africa since 2005. I suppose British jazz could be its own thing too, but I haven't analyzed it, and Hutchings was born and raised in Barbados.) As for lower extensions, the bassist John Edwards was also amazing, thunderous, sweating, very physical... besides the left hand of Hawkins, Edwards was the one bringing the heavy low-end frequencies, playing huge ramshackle root notes, sometimes even busting out weird distorted (almost certainly) unintentional (Cliff) Burton-style runs. Among all this thunder, Moholo-Moholo just hung back, and really let Hawkins keep time with those pounding chords. At age 77, he played with a very light touch, sometimes like he wasn't even hitting the drums, just moving the sticks, and then I would listen closer and start to hear his ticking patterns... and occasionally he would snap together with the band on a riff, playing his full kit loudly, or suddenly emerge with huge snare or tom accents... either way he was terrific, and clearly the bandleader, no matter how much Hawkins was driving the whole rapturous Cape Town rough and tumble. (P.S. Embedded below is a YouTube of this show, taken at about my same latitude, but on the other side of the stage, and I can hear Moholo-Moholo's drumming in the video much better than I could when I was there, offscreen to the right, sitting where the aisle ends right in front of him! I think it was because his drum kit was facing away from me, towards the rest of the band, so all the sound was flowing out towards them and the camera filming this video. And, one last note: the "full heavy boil" I am referring to above can be heard well at the 3:30-4:30 mark, though it was much louder in person.)<br />
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After the standing ovations, with about 25 more minutes to go until Roscoe Mitchell's 5PM set, I detoured through the adjacent <a href="https://www.luriegarden.org/" target="_blank">Lurie Garden</a> (highly recommended) for some peaceful sun-drenched processing time (it was a lovely and perfectly warm late August evening), then headed for the always impressive Pritzker Pavilion, the show starting with some preliminary introductions by the much-appreciated festival organizers. I thought it was kinda heavy when the lady emcee said, "Will you all now please rise for the National Anthem," at a major festival of African-American art, in this time when we have black athletes protesting the National Anthem before NFL games, simply because people of color aren't getting the same definition of "the land of the free" that white people are, and having white people ridiculously pushing back with very little respect for even recent African-American history, and here comes a brave young black male <b>whose name I didn't catch</b> and can't find on the internet, I presume <b>a Chicago high school student</b> (the jazz festival always features daytime performances by the city's preeminent high school jazz bands), and here I am wondering how far this kid is going to go on the <a href="https://youtu.be/TKAwPA14Ni4" target="_blank">Hendrix-at-Woodstock</a> scale... is he going to protest the anthem, or is he gonna reclaim it, or how can he even claim this anthem in the first place, in a way white people will allow?<br />
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I needn't have wondered, because the kid simply came out and played a frankly superb solo rendition on his alto saxophone, treating the way-familiar melody in a very laid back way, ending the very first line with some simple bluesy grace notes on each syllable of "you" and "see" that I think immediately transmitted a wordless/pictureless feeling of what jazz music really is, to every person on the grounds, myself included of course. As he got more into it, the grace notes turned into deep scoops that were right outta <a href="https://youtu.be/Qv57-wpAevg" target="_blank">Johnny Hodges</a>, and then he gave the "home of the brave" conclusion a playful circle-of-fifths twist that made the crowd laugh and cheer and applaud. I wouldn't call it a protest, or even a reclamation, more a great momentary-or-otherwise emancipation (that is <a href="http://www.dictionary.com/browse/emancipate" target="_blank">freedom from control</a>), and by the way, fuck all of these NFL fans who would willfully misunderstand the issue being protested. The ultimate concern trolling, when the problem being protested isn't even one that white people have. It's one that people of color have, so maybe white people should just listen and not change the goddamn subject.<br />
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After this heavy tangent, it was time for <b>Roscoe Mitchell's Quartets</b>. Seven musicians took the stage, so it's a double quartet, but Roscoe is only counted once, because he's a member of both: one quartet is Fred Berry on trumpet, Jaribu Shihad on bass, Alvin Fielder on drums, and Roscoe Mitchell on reeds & woodwinds, and the second quartet is Tomeka Reid on cello, Junius Paul on bass, Vincent Davis on drums, and Roscoe Mitchell on reeds & woodwinds. So both quartets play at once, including Roscoe twice, got me? I've been listening to his massive <i><a href="https://www.ecmrecords.com/catalogue/1486477600" target="_blank">Bells For The South Side</a></i> double-CD 2017 release a lot lately, so I was ready for the constant experiments in texture between small groupings of instruments that Mitchell continues to masterfully orchestrate, and it was therefore not surprising that the concert would start with a good five-minute duet between Reid's cello and Fielder's drums. My deep thought listening to Ms. Reid's playing here was that it possibly no longer directly utilized the 'fire music' tradition, the music of the 1960s into the 1970s, which was a more outward and overtly political approach. This newer post-millennial jazz improvisation approach (which really gained steam in the 2000s and continues today, kicked off by another 60s-like music/culture revolution in the 1990s, this time perhaps an inward revolution rather than an outward one, obviously a topic for another #thinkpiece) is more thoughtful, self-challenging, dare I say self-protesting, therefore more covertly political (like I said #deepthoughts).<br />
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After the duet the whole band entered, playing a relatively short theme, and then Roscoe embarked upon what seemed like an almost 10-minute long upper-register extended-technique soprano sax solo, the first half of it, in tried-and-true AACM fashion, mostly unaccompanied. Lots of long held whistles, and soft overtonal overblows, occasionally shot through with brief appearances of his high-speed sheets-of-sound technique, but these fast and busy runs were ground out through the quiet overblow/whistling, almost like one uses a filter in electronic music or rock guitar soloing. At this point, I became aware for the first time that there was a cluster of actual true bros sitting just four seats away, gnarled ballcaps & faded Key West T's over gnarled khaki cargo shorts and sandals, the whole nine yards, and one of 'em just couldn't process what Roscoe was doing, and decided to let everyone in earshot know, loudly. I didn't hear everything, and wasn't trying to, but I remember a weird bit where he said, "That is somebody's dad up there. His kids are like, 'Dad. Enough.'" He also came up with the tried-and-true, "At least this was free!" (The Chicago Jazz Fest is always a free festival.) "No wonder they call it free jazz!" And, after a particularly long held piercing tone that (mercifully for the poor oppressed bro) ended the piece, he was right there with "Your tea is ready! One teaspoon of sugar, or two?" He had all the other bros laughing and chiming in with even worse jokes, and they were starting to catch dirty looks from any nearby deep listeners, and I thought it was gonna get out of hand, but the next piece came along and Roscoe shut 'em up with a louder and relatively traditional Arabic blues. Without the upper register exploration to focus negative attention on, the quality of musicianship was inarguable. I get it, Roscoe can have a confrontational and harsh instrumental style. <a href="https://youtu.be/NaDmhWf7cbc" target="_blank">He can be a bit of a punk (or even NOISE) saxophone player.</a> But more than just a horn player, he's (perhaps primarily) a very interesting and creative composer and bandleader, who always gets great performances out of his musicians.<br />
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To wit, the bro crew remained silent during an even quieter section that followed, a fantastic extended double bass duet between Jaribu Shahid and Junius Paul, staying whisper-quiet even after Tomeka Reid eventually joined in to make it a trio, dropping in higher-end counterpoint that got Paul grooving in appreciation, head and signature wide-brimmed hat nodding and swaying as he and Reid made some eye contact. This string section was followed by further rhythm section extrapolation, this time in the form of back-to-back drum solos. Vincent Davis went first, and played a slow-build extendo rolling thunder move that, after a few minutes of constantly building intensity, ended on a dramatic stop, followed by applause, though before it even died down, Alvin Fielder, in suit, tie, glasses, and trim grey beard, began a patient, professorial dissertation on snare, rack tom, and floor tom (with accents from cymbals and elsewhere) that slowly built into a fairly roiling solo of his own.<br />
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I can't quite remember if it followed the drum solos directly, but the centerpiece of the whole set was a wild uncompromised full-band rolling-thunder eternal frantic rumble piece (partially embedded above), kinda like the whole band doing an ensemble version of Davis's previous drum solo. It was very heavy and seemed to go on for 20 minutes, at which point the band hit a brassy R&B outro groove over which Mitchell introduced the band (I saw him do this same thing in person at the Knitting Factory way back in 1996, and I swear also on some YouTubes that I won't bother looking for right now, though I think he's closed shows this way throughout his career). It was a great show, and Roscoe definitely won that heckler bro over, who even said "That's how you do it!" towards the end. </div>
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As I slowly made my way out of Millennium Park (the place was crowded, people coming and going everywhere, still a lot of live music to come that evening) and headed for the Red Line, I couldn't help but hear and seek out a live band playing on the southwest corner of Randolph & Michigan, a little lady soul singer who was probably even shorter than Prince himself, backed by a karaoke machine playing mellow soul backing tracks, and a two-man horn section (trumpet & sax). If anyone knows the name of this singer and/or group, and if they play at that corner often, leave a comment! She's terrific! Them, the kid playing the "Star-Spangled Banner," Roscoe Mitchell, Tomeka Reid, Vincent Davis, Junius Paul.... man I love Chicago music...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">TWO: HYDE PARK JAZZ FESTIVAL (September 23, 2017)</span><br />
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This record-setting heatwave of a late summer/early fall continues to feel like jazz festival weather, and this weekend I made it to my second big jazz fest of the month, all the way down in my second-favorite Chicago neighborhood, Hyde Park, 90 minutes one way on the <a href="http://www.transitchicago.com/" target="_blank">CTA</a> from my home in Rogers Park. I always think of Hyde Park and Rogers Park as mirror neighborhoods; my two favorite neighborhoods in Chicago, both right on the lakeshore, roughly equidistant in opposite directions from the city center, both great neighborhoods for music/arts/books/food/culture, both university neighborhoods (the prestigious University of Chicago in HP and thriving Loyola University in RP), both among the more integrated neighborhoods in Chicago, with substantial African/African-American populations (Hyde Park 30%, Rogers Park 26%). In short, it was a blast for this Rogers Parker to be mirroring it up in Hyde Park for the first time in a few years, and to hear so much great music while there.</div>
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I had a nice busy itinerary planned out, starting at 1PM on Saturday, when <b>Jaimie Branch's Fly Or Die</b> were playing outside in the courtyard in front of the <a href="https://smartmuseum.uchicago.edu/" target="_blank">Smart Museum of Art</a>. Ms. Branch plays trumpet, grew up on Chicago's suburban North Shore, attended the prestigious <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_England_Conservatory_of_Music" target="_blank">New England Conservatory</a> in Boston, moved back to Chicago for awhile, and is now well established in New York City. As is her whole band (Tomeka Reid on cello, Jason Ajemian on bass, Chad Taylor on drums), although all were Chicago musicians at one time. I still see Reid play at least once a year, but haven't seen the latter two play since like 2004 (Taylor moved to Brooklyn around then, not sure when Ajemian did). Anyway, they were certainly repping Chicago at the Smart Museum, Branch decked out in fly Champion gear and <a href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41z2v8YQn9L.jpg" target="_blank">a lovely White Sox hat</a> in which the team logo was rendered with the pale blue and white colors of the Chicago flag, Ajemian also sporting Sox gear in the form of <a href="http://images.footballfanatics.com/FFImage/thumb.aspx?i=/productImages%2f_2677000%2fff_2677339_full.jpg&w=600" target="_blank">the all-time dope all-black road jersey</a>.<br />
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But as you know, I'm not here to tell you about fashion, or franchises, but about music, which in this case was very good. Branch can absolutely wail, and shred, and blast, and bring the noise on trumpet, and it was cool to hear a quartet where the second melody instrument was a cello; Reid has been one of my favorite Chicago musicians for a few years now, and her instrument was sounding great in the sunny afternoon (I noticed she was using this cool-looking <a href="https://reverb.com/p/swr-california-blonde-200w-2-channel-1x12-acoustic-guitar-combo" target="_blank">SWR California Blonde amp</a>), every bit as push-the-envelope creative as Branch, making for a rousing tandem. Rhythm section held it down too; heads already know that Chad Taylor is a great drummer, and it was great to hear him and Ajemian again (speaking of the latter, I just discovered <i><a href="http://www.delmark.com/delmark.5016.htm" target="_blank">Folklords</a></i>, the wild and spaced-out album he made as a leader for Delmark in 2015, completely unknown to me until a couple months ago). </div>
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From there I walked... quite a ways actually, which was great because exercise is important, especially on beautiful sunny days... to the eastern end of the Midway Plaisance Park where the <b>Makaya McCraven Group</b> was playing, also outdoors. I loved his 2015 album <i><a href="http://www.intlanthem.com/releases/iarc0003" target="_blank">In the Moment</a> </i>on International Anthem (whaddayaknow, the same label that just put out <a href="http://www.intlanthem.com/releases/iarc0011" target="_blank">Jaimie Branch's terrific debut LP</a>), but that was kind of a trip-hop/hip-hop vibe, where this was some kinda smooth fusion group, with a cool lineup that featured a really good electric guitarist Matt Gold, a really good mellow/sharp trumpeter named Marquis Hill, one Joel Ross on vibraphone, and my man Junius Paul on bass (I just found out about him three weeks earlier, when I saw him play with Roscoe Mitchell at the Chicago Jazz Fest). They'd already been playing for almost 30 minutes when I got there, and this was also my time to sit and eat food, drink water, and figure out the rest of my busy itinerary, so I was a little distracted. They sounded good for sure, but I really only background-listened. And now a couple weeks later as I write this, I come across <a href="https://youtu.be/IFR6kGytCsI" target="_blank">this late-night dark-vibe live set at the Boiler Room</a> with almost the same group, and it's just stunningly good, seemingly every note crucial, nothing background about it. I do credit it somewhat to daytime outdoor distraction vs. nighttime indoor concentration, but also to how much Rob Clearfield brings to it on keyboards, compared to the role of his stand-in at the Hyde Park Jazz Fest, Joel Ross on vibes. (Don't get me wrong, I do think Ross was good that day, because the band sounded good, but I don't remember him specifically.)<br />
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Yeah, I was distracted -- hell, at one point there were no less than six bees (I counted!) hovering over the jerk chicken, jollof rice, and peanut butter stew from <a href="https://www.yelp.com/biz/badou-senegalese-cuisine-chicago" target="_blank">Badou Senegalese Cuisine</a> I wolfed down while McCraven and group played. (Believe it or not, Badou's restaurant is in Rogers Park and a 5-minute drive from my house, but having not visited in at least two years, I had to go all the way to Hyde Park to eat his food again!) After their set came to a close (I do really want to see them play again, with or without Clearfield), and the remnants of my meal were safely discarded, I headed to the Logan Center for the Arts for a 3pm concert by the great flautist Nicole Mitchell and Malian kora player Bamako Sissane, performing as <b>Chicago*Bamako Sound System</b>. On my leisurely way there, passing the stage on the opposite end of the Plaisance, I caught a couple songs by <b>Ifficial Reggae Movement</b>, which was cool roots/rockers gruff oldies style. I swear I might've seen 'em a few years back at the <a href="http://www.glenwoodave.org/" target="_blank">Glenwood Avenue Arts Festival</a> up here in RP... good singer... no guitarist though, and the lone electro keyboard tone was a little harsh/tinny/plastic. </div>
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Moments later at the comfortable and elegantly air-conditioned Logan Center, I took a seat as the auditorium filled to capacity. Kate Dumbleton, the executive and artistic director of the Hyde Park Jazz Festival, took the stage to say a few words, and it was good to see a woman in her position, and I was reminded of my boss, also a female executive director of a Chicago non-profit arts organization, and realized the itinerary I had planned out was almost all female composer/bandleaders. Three out of five anyway, four if you count the Nick Mazzarella/Tomeka Reid duet (I do). After Ms. Dumbleton spoke a little, and Nicole Mitchell was deservedly awarded the Flautist of the Year Award by some honorable jazz organization or another (I swear they said it was her 9th straight year winning it), out came the anticipated festival highlight known as <b>Bamako*Chicago Sound System</b>. The lineup was Ms. Mitchell and Ballake Sissoko on flute and kora respectively, Chicago mainstays Josh Abrams on bass and Jeff Parker on guitar (though the latter now lives in L.A.), Fassery Diabate on balafon, Jovia Armstrong on percussion, and the terrific Mankwe Ndosi and Fatim Kouyate on vocals.<br />
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They played 8 or 9 compositions, divided more or less equally between Mitchell and Sissoko. Flute is of course a perfect and common blend with that airy African string-band groove, so it's no surprise that this group laid down some beautiful music, enriched by Mitchell's Americanisms, both compositionally, and as an accompanist and soloist. I say Americanisms, because her compositions were as distinctly American as Sissoko's were distinctly African, yet both sounded wonderful, natural, at home playing the compositions of the other, and blending their respective styles together.<br />
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The whole band was great as well; percussionist Jovia Armstrong sat and played a sort of stripped-down multi-instrument trap kit, very minimally, which I found refreshing in that the band could focus on universal groove and feeling without having to accommodate any sort of 'American jazz chops' legacy from the kit. For example, she didn't take an extended solo, while I believe everyone else did, all of which were really cool, such as Fassery Diabate, whose balafon was a revelation, a sort of organically wooden 'talking' xylophone, capable of very lyrical high-speed runs. Jeff Parker and Ballake Sissoko traded unaccompanied licks for a super-fun couple minutes, Sissoko's kora mimicking Parker's already wild electric guitar solo flights very closely, then leaping off into his own dare-I-say R.Shankar-worthy extensions that eventually reduced his 'competitor' to laughter. During an epic progressive soul/jazz/world Mitchell composition called "This Moment," it was Mankwe Ndosi's turn to blow everyone's mind with a deep-dive free-flight weird-crone sweet-angel vocal solo (pictured below) that really made me wonder why I hadn't heard of her before, and it was followed immediately by a bad-ass bass solo by Joshua Abrams, which served as an intro to another sublime R&B inflected groove ballad (or maybe it was "This Moment" continued, not sure, but Parker was the secret hero of this tune, with rich straight R&B rhythm comping, a soft foundation for Sissoko's exquisite licks to lay upon.) Fatim Kouyate did not take a solo, but was also terrific (<a href="https://youtu.be/iCGXbHU-UsI" target="_blank">she's recorded pop/rap music in Mali</a>). Listen to the two vocalists effortlessly sing a complex melody on a song (title unknown) that starts after <a href="https://youtu.be/j4XBbfxVmS4?t=14m41s" target="_blank">the 14:40 mark of this awesome video</a> somebody uploaded of the concert. (Embedded below... also don't miss Mitchell's unaccompanied solo out of "This Moment" which leads into Ms. Ndosi's and Mr. Abrams's aforementioned solos... it all starts after the six minute mark...)<br />
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After this great concert I was properly jazzed, if you will, and headed back outside into the early evening sunshine and walked north on South Cottage Grove Avenue (noting the heavy <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fountain_of_Time" target="_blank">Fountain of Time</a> sculpture by Lorado Taft across the street in Washington Park), up to the DuSable Museum of African-American History, a place I should be visiting anyway, not just when <b>Tomeka Reid</b> is playing music there, which this time took precedence. Dedicated readers will note that this was Ms. Reid's second concert of the day, this time a duo performance with saxophonist <b>Nick Mazzarella</b>. I've heard his name around, but this was my first time seeing or hearing him play, and he laid down careful and patient angularities that both added up and paid off. Reid was great again, and particularly heavy, to the point where this is the first time I've wondered whether or not she might be directly influenced by heavy metal (power chords, Cliff Burton, Tony Iommi, Geddy Lee himself....)<br />
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Unfortunately, after 25 minutes or so, before I could detect any outright Rush-isms, I had to duck out early and head a few blocks east on 56th in time for my last stop, a 5pm solo set by <b>Amina Claudine Myers </b>at the <a href="http://hpuc.org/" target="_blank">Hyde Park Union Church</a>. There was no way I was going to miss a solo performance by this underrated long-time AACM member, even though I'd barely heard her music before. It was billed as a solo organ set, which sounded awesome, and after a long and rather... uncharismatic cue-card introduction speech by a festival organizer, big cosmic organ tones started filling the room, and people started wondering where the heck Amina was, until we started realizing that a few actual press photographers were snapping pictures downwards over at stage left, which turned out to be the little pit where the organist played, unseen by the congregation. Of course we could look up and see the pipes, which were massive, and it was a great opportunity to just close your eyes and zone out to loud spiritual music, rather than chasing some TV-trained notion of viewable spectacle.<br />
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After a single organ piece that was less than 10 minutes long, the music stopped and an assistant helped Ms. Myers out of the pit. She waved and the crowd applauded while she made her way to the piano, where she proceeded to play the rest of the concert in full view, starting with a haunting <i>a capella</i> vocal lament that went "Down on me Lord/Down on me/Seems like everybody in this whole round world is down on me/Ain't been to heaven but I've been told/Gates are pearl and the streets are gold/Seems like everybody in this whole drowned world is down on me." This song, and most if not all of her set, was from her most recent album, <i><a href="https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/aminaclaudinemyers1" target="_blank">Sama Rou: Songs From My Soul</a>. </i> It was self-released in 2016 on CD and digital, via her own Amina C label, and like the concert, it's a solo recording with vocals on most tracks, except for a stunning 19-minute instrumental piece called "Crossings," which she also played in Hyde Park. This is a great album, a deep and haunting work that deserves more attention. I feel she's always going to get Alice Coltrane comparisons, due to that blues-rooted but always-extending cosmic/spiritual harp-style piano playing, but at this concert and on <i>Sama Rou </i>it's clear that she's mining a voice-driven field/spiritual/blues/gospel/cosmic fusion territory of her very own.<br />
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Another centerpiece of both the album and her set was "Ain't Nobody Ever Gonna Hear Us?," which lists a long forthright litany of specific contemporary problems: "I'm tired/I'm tired/I'm so tired/I'm tired of the homelessness/I'm tired of people having no place to stay/I'm tired of no nursing homes that's equipped for the homeless/For the sick people/I'm tired of the wars/I'm tired of the schools not designed for the children..." The song that still haunts me the most is called "My Soul's Been Anchored By The Lord," which had a much more funereal feeling in Hyde Park than the relatively jaunty version on the album, and haunts me melodically more than lyrically. But her lyrics were hitting me throughout the set, such as when she sang in another song, "One of these mornings bright and fair/I'm gonna take my wings and take to the air," when I realized that the themes of the day had gone full circle, starting with Jaimie Branch telling us to Fly or Die, and ending with Amina Claudine Myers singing "taking my wings and taking to the air." (And plenty of, shall we say, <i>high-flying</i> music in between.)<br />
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<b>SHABAKA HUTCHINGS "STUPID SAX" POSTCRIPT:</b> Hutchings, and two other London-based experimental jazz musicians, Yazz Ahmed and Nubya Garcia, were <a href="https://burningambulance.com/2018/01/19/ba-podcast-8-uk-jazz-roundtable/" target="_blank">just interviewed by Phil Freeman for his Burning Ambulance Podcast</a>. The whole thing is a good listen, but there was this great passage from Hutchings: "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My main influence as of late is trying to become what I’ve termed 'stupid sax.' (<i>laughter</i>) Now this is an interesting concept because, you know, we go through college and we have all these, like, things in the air, like in the zeitgeist, that says 'You need to be better.' And this comes from the capitalist system. We need to accumulate more jazz chops. We need more information. We need more facility. We need more everything. But what about if we don’t need any more anything? What if we need to go back to a place where we just have our creativity and a piece of metal? And I call that 'stupid sax.' You take the saxophone and you just get ignorant. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">People are trying to be too good. People need to start to be bad, but consistently bad, and bad with strength and conviction."</span></span><br />
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<b>SHABAKA HUTCHINGS/TOMEKA REID/JUNIUS PAUL/MAKAYA MACRAVEN POSTSCRIPT:</b> Here's a really cool vid of all four of 'em jamming, I'm guessing in Chicago the same weekend as the Jazz Festival reviewed above, at an after-fest show. Looks like it might be <a href="https://www.constellation-chicago.com/" target="_blank">Constellation</a>. It was posted by Hutchings himself, one week after the Fest.<br />
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Via international post arrives this jaw-dropper of a double-cassette compilation (two C90s!) put together by <a href="http://www.chaindlk.com/interviews/tom-smith/" target="_blank">Tom Smith</a> of <a href="https://toliveandshaveinla.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">To Live and Shave in L.A</a> <i>et al</i> for his voracious boutique label Karl Schmidt Verlag. What a lineup: Smith opens with his own field recording of an odd disruption he and other attendees experienced at a photography exhibition, which went on to inspire the anti-fascist concept of the compilation (all elucidated on the insert), and then over 175 minutes of music follow, in two-to-three minute bursts from an endlessly welcome parade of interesting/important/fascinating contemporaries and colleagues like Charles Hayward of This Heat, Wolf Eyes, Robert Turman, Weasel Walter, Admiral Grey, Don Fleming, ONO, Anla Courtis, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Howard Stelzer, Taiwan Housing Project.... and that's just one third of Tape One. The second tape offers Aaron Dilloway, RLW (whose track "Blab" is GREAT), Rat Bastard, Lasse Marhaug (whose track is also great), Neil Campbell, Nondor Nevai, Lucas Abela, Id M Theft Able, and all that's not even a fourth of the names on here. Lots of them I haven't heard before, but can't wait to dig into under Mr. Smith's audacious curatorial eye (like Sharlyn Evertsz, who I'm listening to right now deep on Side D, her truly wild storm of a black metal power electronics track called "Bridge Build"). Great to reacquaint with old favorites too; Smith's aforementioned band To Live in Shave in L.A. close out the whole comp with an intense baroque howl of a track, and another project he's involved in, Rope Cosmetology, appear towards the end of Tape One. Julie Ann Huntington, last heard by me about 20 years ago wailing on an oboe in Ann Arbor, Michigan in the nerd noise punk band Galen, here wails on an oboe somewhere all alone, with earth-shattering ambience for a track simply called "Visceral Oboe." (Maybe she can make a <i>For (Visceral) Oboe</i> double LP and <a href="http://delmark.com/delmark.420.htm" target="_blank">Delmark Records</a> will put it out -- <a href="http://delmark.com/" target="_blank">they are still around</a>!)<br />
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Anyway, so much music on here, and you can call it "noise" or "experimental" or whatever you'd like, but one word can't do justice to the variety of textures and approaches, and you'll feel throughout what Mr. Smith meant decades ago when he first said "genre is obsolete," like when beautiful eldritch soft hover-drone by Jason Lescalleet gives way to saxophone & electronics free jazz blowout by the duo of Chris Pitsiokos and Philip White, or when the post-Neubauten industrial theater of "Refugees Trapped in a Warehouse" by The Karmakumulator (the track possibly most eerily similar to Smith's thematic field recording opener) goes right into the superb oceanic dark techno drive of "Twice Awake" by Cryptic Mantra. Don't worry, I'm still leaving plenty of surprises for you to get to yourself. Although the cassettes are professionally manufactured and really sound fantastic, only 100 hard copies were made, so a <a href="https://tomsmithksv.bandcamp.com/album/ksv-415-approach-to-fear-regeneration-2xc90" target="_blank">Bandcamp purchase</a> is a good way to go, and you get more music (the cassette versions are necessarily edited due to space constraints), including some bonus tracks. Also, I don't know about you, but I'm always getting lost as to which track I'm listening to when I listen to cassette comps. Though of course that's fun too, and takes you out of the realm of accountant/statistician/trainspotter, and turns you into a pure music listener, in that classic cassette culture kinda way, and still you have those choice moments when an instantly recognizable artist will suddenly snap you back on track, like when the distinct solo synth styles of Three Legged Race and Andy Ortmann sandwich the spoken word fixations of Gregory Jacobsen for tracks 7, 8, and 9 of Tape One.<br />
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And, in addition to all of the ideas, inner-space imagery, and overall experimental thrust presented by the music itself, the tapes come with the aforementioned insert and curator's statement, which also cites the fascinating and new-to-me work of New Zealand-bred feminist artist <a href="https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/eascfa/feminist_art_base/alexis-hunter" target="_blank">Alexis Hunter</a> as inspiration and source of the phrase "approach to fear." Also printed is a short interview with musical contributor Admiral Grey, who says "I am constantly reminding myself to try to avoid the literal. Life is literal. We need art to be something else, to perceive from another direction." This really resonates with me and I think it's what I feel in my gut every time I hate-watch episodes of Joe Swanberg's <i>Easy. </i>But I digress. More importantly, to continue from Ms. Grey's statement, there are at least 68 (more like 68,666,668) directions of perceptions documented here, approaches to fear if you will, that can be interpreted a multiplicity of ways: as confronting fear, as coping with fear, as outright running as hard as you can in the opposite direction, as breathing fire directly onto its face. Here's to regeneration...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-61632575231681229662018-01-08T11:25:00.000-08:002018-01-09T11:14:56.056-08:00REESE McHENRY SINGS WITH SPIDER BAGS Bad Girl LP (SOPHOMORE LOUNGE)<iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=4156499492/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 470px; width: 350px;"><a href="http://sophomorelounge.bandcamp.com/album/reese-mchenry-w-spider-bags-bad-girl">REESE McHENRY w/ SPIDER BAGS "Bad Girl" by Reese McHenry w/ Spider Bags</a></iframe><br />
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Don't know much about the participants here, but I'm learning. Spider Bags have been around for awhile, and have released records on Birdman and Merge, as well as a previous 7" on this label, Sophomore Lounge, but I don't think I'd heard the band before this LP. Reese McHenry I hadn't heard of at all, but that's her on the cover, and she's the lead vocalist here, apparently well-known in Chapel Hill, North Carolina for her powerful bluesy/country rock'n'roll singing with a band called The Dirty Little Heaters, but under-recorded, as she's been dealing with health issues for the last few years. The Heaters released a 7" in 2008 and a CD in 2010, but <i>Bad Girl</i> is a sort of an overdue debut vinyl LP for McHenry. As backing band, the Spider Bags are a good-ole guitar/bass/drums trio, playing hard-edged soulful roots rock. Ms. McHenry makes it a quartet, and has a great voice, soulful, wailing, clear as a bell. There's a decent amount of actual Grace Slick power and character going on here, among other things, such as roots and country and honest-to-goodness cowpunk. They play some originals and some covers. "Leanin' on You Too Much" is a Joe South tune that they tear up pretty good, with great overdubbed background vocals and sax, and McHenry really makes the Lee Moses oldie "Bad Girl" her own for the opening cut, but the originals blend right in, like "Painter Blues," written by Spider Bags vocalist/guitarist Dan McGee, and "Mexico City" and the super-hooky "On the 45" by McHenry. The steel guitar by John "One Take" Brown is really nice too. A proverbial good'un!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-50276377816064781102018-01-08T11:22:00.003-08:002018-01-08T11:22:31.547-08:00DRONE NOT DRONES: The 4th annual live 28-hour drone, Minneapolis 2017<iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3411815711/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 470px; width: 350px;"><a href="http://drone-not-drones.bandcamp.com/album/drone-not-drones-the-4th-annual-live-28-hour-drone-minneapolis-2017">DRONE NOT DRONES: the 4th annual live 28-hour drone, Minneapolis 2017 by Drone Not Drones</a></iframe><br />
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Just spent pretty much two whole days at work playing this 28-hour-long Drone Not Drones 2017 release on Bandcamp. We're doing end-of-year inventory, and I've gotta say, this music is perfect for when it's zero degrees outside and you're barely moving, counting stuff all day long in a dimly lit basement. Drone Not Drones is an annual Minneapolis-based benefit concert for Doctors Without Borders, in which more than sixty musical acts rotate on and off a stage and play an uninterrupted drone for 28 hours. This was the 4th annual iteration, and it took place back in February (I guess the 5th annual might be coming up soon?), and though most of the artists are from the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, there's some ringers from out of town too. In fact, 2017 was closed out by a strong Chicago crew of Mind Over Mirrors, Matt Jencik & Whitney Johnson, and Circuit Des Yeux, then a solo set by NYC's own Lee Ranaldo, followed by all of them jamming together for the grand finale. It was a recent Facebook post by Circuit Des Yeux that brought me here (I guess the 2017 performance was just made available on Bandcamp this month), in which she wrote of her solo set, "At the time it was a huge physical challenge to sing for 40 minutes straight with no accompaniment or loop pedal. I've since been trying this exercise more regularly & it has opened many musical doors. I was grateful when Lee Ranaldo joined for the last few minutes to see me through." It's amazing to think this was one of her first times doing this, because it is already some really stunning and intense high art. Now that she has essentially another year's experience under her belt, I'm even more excited to hear [plug]<plug><a href="http://www.artic.edu/event/artists-connect-haley-fohr" target="_blank">her upcoming solo performance at the Art Institute of Chicago, this January 11th</a>[/plug]</plug>.<br />
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But there's much, much more here than just those last few sets. 28 hours is a lot of new music, and it's crazy to think that it all happened in one shot. Now that I've listened, paying varying degrees of attention, to almost half of it, it's certainly given me a lot other thoughts too. One is that the Twin Cities of Minnesota are a very creative and intelligent place, having brought us a strong leftist/individual hard-working and hard-weathered political stance, as well as great musical innovators like Prince and Husker Du, and that guy Bob Dylan, as well as a thriving forever-unknown local hardcore experimental music scene as documented here.<br />
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Another thought is just how wintry it is in the Twin Cities, probably even colder than Chicago, and I can't help but think how well this music goes with winter. The ambience is like a slow-burning fire, and/or the deep dive into inner space that can only happen on isolated days and nights spent indoors while the city freezes outside.
Another thought is: what is drone anyway? There's entire hours of music here that really aren't drone at all, more like glacial soft improvising, almost like raw tapes for ECM, or just solo instrumental performance, with all kinds of personal non-drone musical languages, silences and themes and riffs and melodies that come and go. I'm thinking of the sequence where Alan Sparhawk of Low plays skittery and minimal solo electric guitar, filtered judiciously through a loop pedal, and is eventually joined by banjoist Paul Metzger, who then embarks on a long solo set that is downright baroque classical in its sweep, which gives way to Steve Hauschildt (of Emeralds, another out-of-town ringer) and his rich cosmic electronic synthesizer styles, in some sense closer to true drone, but ultimately too varied and cinematic to be.<br />
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Another thought: during long stretches when the sound is supplied by what seem to be Twin Cities-based ad hoc groups, I can't help but think that a lot of this music wasn't created to be "definitive," or "permanent," or even "great," it was created to keep the moment it was part of going, to raise the money for the deserving cause, to simply amplify the ambience of the great Northern Central American Plain, and to turn regular life into art for a little while, not necessarily for posterity. Some of it actually is great (the Circuit Des Yeux set for sure), lots of it, like maybe even 80%, is definitely good, but 100% of it works towards that common goal. And you can buy all 100% of it on Bandcamp for a mere $10! That's only one dollar for every ten percent! (Although $28 is suggested as a nice round number that would make Doctors For Borders happy.)</div>
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Gotta love Drag City, in addition to supporting and promoting several deep and long-running independent rock careers, they also go and put out odd duck LPs like this one, an archival record featuring two late-70s live performances on Los Angeles public access cable TV by Far East Family Band guitarist/keyboardist <b>Fumio Miyashita</b>. Far East Family Band first started putting out records in 1975, and while they were billed commonly as "the Japanese Pink Floyd," they were going deeper than that, channeling the German progressive rock of Tangerine Dream, Popol Vuh, Cluster, et al. (In fact, their first two LPs were produced by Klaus Schulze himself.) This stuff from 1979 and 1980 is still very true to Miyashita's progressive synth and guitar roots, a little lo-fi with it's live-on-public-access origins (according to the liner notes, Miyashita ran his entire rig through a "12-inch bookshelf speaker"), but the jamming is terrific and I dig the rough & ready stark B&W vibe of the sonics.<br />
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This summer I saw a great saxophonist I'd never heard of before named Shabaka Hutchings, wailing and grooving onstage with Louis Moholo-Moholo's Five Blokes at the 2017 Chicago Jazz Festival (overall review coming soon, only a few months late). He's based in London, where he also plays in an "apocalyptic jazz" trio called The Comet Is Coming, with a synth/sax/drums lineup that puts them squarely into new hybrid territory. Dig deeper at <a href="http://www.thecometiscoming.co.uk/" target="_blank">http://www.thecometiscoming.co.uk</a>.<br />
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<span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sublime Frequencies is such a rich record label that I'm still wrapping my head around LPs that they released almost 10 years ago, such as <a href="https://blastitude.blogspot.com/2017/07/various-artists-1970s-algerian-proto.html" target="_blank">the Algerian Rai LP just re-reviewed back in July</a>, and this </span></span><i><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><b>Eat the Dream: Gnawa Music from Essaouira</b> </span></span></i>LP which, from 2012, is no spring chicken itself. This is essentially (in true SubFreq fashion) a barely credited <b>Maleem Mahmoud Guinia</b> LP (though producer/engineer <b>Tucker Martine</b> does prominently include two of his own very cool extended field recording interludes), and as such may be the single best one I know of. Just Guinia hollering and jamming out on that guimbri with his percussion/chant crew, very well-recorded by Martine in 1994, when he travelled to Morocco and ended up in the house of Maleem Boubker Guinia, the father of Maleem Mahmoud, and another son Maleem Abdallah Guinia, who plays the guimbri solo that opens the record. To clarify, Maleem is an honorific meaning "master," in this case a master of the 300-year tradition of gnawa music, and I would say Mahmoud Guinia (b. 1951) is to gnawa music what Marley (b. 1945) is to reggae and Brown (b. 1933) is to funk, that is the leading 20th Century innovator/interpreter.<br />
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And good gawd, hit me, look at what's been just sitting there on the internet for over 3 years, Maleem Mahmoud Guinia a year before his death, sharing a big couch in a Moroccan palace with three percussionist/vocalists, jamming as hard as possible for an hour:<br />
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So I'm finally reading <i>England's Dreaming</i> for the first time ever (what a great book), and on page 186 it mentions that pre-fame Siouxsie Sioux and her friends used to jam out to "Love Hangover" by Diana Ross, a great proto-house disco song, and while jamming out to it myself right now, I got to reading <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_Ross" target="_blank">Ms. Ross's wikipedia entry</a>, and saw that she was a graduate from Detroit's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cass_Technical_High_School" target="_blank">Cass Technical High School</a>, and I wondered what other luminaries, musical and otherwise, might have attended, and the list is just as impressive as I'd expected: from the jazz world alone, Alice Coltrane herself, Donald Byrd, Ron Carter, Paul Chambers, Major Holley, Kenny Burrell, Geri Allen, and quite a few more you may have heard or heard of... but also actors Ellen Burstyn, Lily Tomlin, and David Alan Grier... singer/actress Della Reese... session keyboardist Greg Phillinganes (he played on <i>Thriller</i> and <i>Songs in the Key of Life</i> to name a couple)... Kenya Moore (the second African-American woman to win Miss USA, now a Real Housewife of Atlanta)... Jack White himself... sound sculptor Harry Bertoia himself (!!!)... founding father of mail art Ray Johnson himself (!!!!)... John DeLorean (inventor of the DeLorean) himself... Cora Brown (the first African-American woman elected to the United States state senate, in 1952)... and more!<br />
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<b>POSTSCRIPT 9/9/2018:</b> Speaking of Alice Coltrane, I just learned (from a back issue of Wax Poetics, #63 to be exact, Gary Clark Jr. on the cover) that "Love Hangover" was written by Alice's sister Marilyn McLeod (who is also the grandmother of Flying Lotus)!!! She probably went to Cass Technical too.<br />
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I know there's approximately 8 million amazing podcasts out there that I really need to start listening to, but one of the few I actually have is <a href="http://vishkhanna.com/kreative-kontrol/" target="_blank">Kreative Kontrol</a> with host Vish Khanna. The pod persona that he casts is that of a friendly and thoughtful music-loving resident of Guelph, Ontario, Canada, with guests from all across what could be generally classified as the indie/underground rock spectrum, including, in this case, long-time underground-rock-friendly jazz pianist Matthew Shipp. Interviews with Shipp are always good, so I jumped right on <a href="http://vishkhanna.com/2017/09/13/ep-348-matthew-shipp/" target="_blank">it</a>, and not only has <a href="http://vishkhanna.com/2017/09/13/ep-348-matthew-shipp/" target="_blank">it</a> introduced me to his terrific new piano trio album <i>Piano Song</i>, it's got my head brewing on several lines of thought that his words and music have set it on, such as the reality of inner space vs. the outer world, the realms and possibilities and usefulness of the imagination, forms of language that do not use words, and more, all as interpreted through one of my personal favorite musical archetypes, <a href="https://blastitude.blogspot.com/2017/05/robert-glasper-covered-robert-glasper.html" target="_blank">the jazz piano trio</a>. I got so worked up by the interview that I dutifully transcribed a few key exchanges between Khanna and Shipp, but there's a lot more to dig into, so by all means go listen to <a href="http://vishkhanna.com/2017/09/13/ep-348-matthew-shipp/" target="_blank">the real thing</a>, where you can also hear excerpts of <a href="http://www.thirstyear.com/albums/piano-song/" target="_blank">this great new album</a>.<br />
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<b>SHIPP:</b> [talking about the song "Cosmopolitan"] I view the album as a city. To me, all my albums are metropolitan landscapes of the mind . . . a lot of my albums are involved with trying to see what a futuristic city would be, like the landscape of a city on another planet.<br />
<b>KHANNA:</b> You know, it's interesting to hear you talk about cosmopolitan and the future, because so many musicians when they are trying to conjure such a landscape will revert to synthetic music of some kind, and it's fascinating to hear you talk about this by using rather traditional instruments, if you will . . . it's fascinating to me that the future for you, in your mind, is really connected to the past, I suppose. This future landscape is really anchored in these older instruments, I suppose, in your case.<br />
<b>SHIPP:</b> Well, I think the traditional jazz trio can present a vision of the future just as easy as a synthesizer does. I mean, the future is not all technology. The future is also inner landscapes. I mean, being able to travel inside your mind, or if you want to holographically go inside your mind, you can go to the whole universe . . . with Sun Ra, despite the fact that he has used electronic instruments, and was one of the first to use a Moog synthesizer, and that's a part of his vision, that he actually also understands that acoustic instruments can give a tip to futuristic ideas and landscapes just as much as a synthesizer can. I mean, first of all, a scientist does equations with mathematics, so you know, you can calculate stuff on Pluto in an equation, and scientists were doing that before computers. Obviously computers help mathematics in doing equations that are so cumbersome, you know, but scientists were doing that way before they were doing things on computers.Yeah, I don't sit around thinking about that, but that has been part of the calculation, that I can generate something with a scale or a cluster of notes on the piano that has everything, as much, to do with walking down the street on Planet X than what technology would generate.<br />
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<b>SHIPP:</b> [on the song "Microwave"] I actually named that more, I was reading just some physics books I was looking at around that time... it has nothing to do with an actual microwave that you cook in.<br />
<b>KHANNA: </b>You're a physics buff, are you?<br />
<b>SHIPP:</b> I find modern physics to be really good for the imagination . . . It's not a matter of really having an understanding of it. In fact, it's more of a matter of not understanding it, and letting your imagination go somewhere.<br />
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<b>KHANNA:</b> I feel like because we live in such dire times in terms of climate change and various administrations around the world, I feel like there's a deeper and more prolonged fascination with this notion of living in space.<br />
<b>SHIPP:</b> Right.<br />
<b>KHANNA:</b> Leaving earth! [Both laugh] Are you someone who is contemplating such things?<br />
<b>SHIPP:</b> Well, we're kinda stuck here! Until we really get out, so... let's just say I always contemplate travelling to higher planes. That doesn't necessarily mean physically moving. It means just trying to get in touch with yourself, and find that bedrock of a place that might energetically, as far as frequency-wise, not be Planet Earth, even though your body's on the Planet Earth at the time.<br />
<b>KHANNA:</b> I don't mean to conjure any kind of cliche, but does music take you to a different place?<br />
<b>SHIPP:</b> (Emphatically) Yes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-29483870647732289002017-11-09T11:31:00.002-08:002017-11-09T11:31:33.721-08:00CIRCUIT DES YEUX Reaching for Indigo LP (DRAG CITY); HEADROOM Head in the Clouds LP (TROUBLE IN MIND)Stopped by Reckless Records for 5 minutes today (October 28th, 2017); it's always hard not to at least browse the New Arrivals bins, but I was illegally parked, my daughter was waiting in the car, and I had one job and one job only: to get my hands on two eagerly awaited psychedelic rock LPs that were just released this week. <br />
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<b>Circuit Des Yeux</b>, aka Haley Fohr, has given us a new LP called <i><b>Reaching for Indigo</b></i> that may be even better than her last one <i>In Plain Speech</i>, featuring what's gotta be her best song yet, <a href="https://youtu.be/OOSkOvcvhms" target="_blank">"Black Fly."</a> I've listened to the whole record a few times already, but this song in particular at least ten times, and a hundred more times in my head. All the elements that can make a song great -- lyrics, melody, arrangement, performance, feeling, a killer bridge -- are extremely well-represented. Lyrically, it goes in the Dylan-worthy withering putdown category, the protagonist imagining her ex(?)-lover(?) as the titular insect, with an explosive challenge in the chorus: "<i>Is it a high dive you're looking for/Or a 24-hour convenience store?</i>," the ethereal melody hooking hard on the high dive image. And that's not even getting to the exquisite band performance by the rhythm section of Josh Abrams on bass and Tyler Damon on drums, perfectly paced by Cooper Crain's mandolin and haunting synth whistles, and Whitney Johnson's keening viola. Crain and Johnson have contributed to Circuit Des Yeux for awhile, and are both key presences throughout the LP, Johnson playing viola on four of the eight songs, and Crain co-producing and playing various instruments on six, with his synth and bass on the progressively bluesy/folky side two opener <a href="https://youtu.be/hy73R70-L-o" target="_blank">"Paper Bag"</a> another high point. Instrumentally, the band continues to be informed by Chicago's always-burgeoning post-jazz creative music community, and the album includes a blasting triumphant free-form jam called "A Story of this World Part II" that also has Ryley Walker playing electric guitar, massing with Fohr's own guitar playing and thrilling vocal improvisation (her remarkable singing and songwriting might overshadow just how interesting of an instrumentalist she also is). <a href="http://www.dragcity.com/artists/circuit-des-yeux" target="_blank">http://www.dragcity.com/artists/circuit-des-yeux</a><br />
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And speaking of interesting instrumentalists, <b>Headroom</b> is the work of one Kryssi Battalene of New Haven, Connecticut, who also provides scorching lead guitar in the mighty rock band <a href="http://www.troubleinmindrecs.com/artists/mountain-movers/" target="_blank">Mountain Movers</a>. Headroom is her band all the way, taking that spacious scorch and sprawling it out into longer and more vocal-free tracks, sick noise psych jams straight-up, for those who like a whole lotta that burnt PSF space in their Twisted Village. It's not entirely accurate to call Headroom a solo project either, as she has a consistent rhythm section throughout the album of Rick Omonte on bass and Ross Menze on drums, and second and third guitarists appear as well, including another rising New Haven underground star in <a href="https://stefanchristensen.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Stefan Christensen</a>. The record begins <i>in medias res</i> with the endless loping/lumbering jam "How to Grow Evil Flowers," the band laying down an implacable trees, grass & stone groove that Battalene layers with sick filtered/processed guitar soloing that I could listen to for much longer than the track's 10-minute running time. "Millers Pond" is one of two tracks with vocals, and could be called a ballad, albeit a solarized and blasted one, with a destabilizing shimmer that unmoors the rhythm section, Battalene's vocal shining through the fissures like a small <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=a8B02Dl4_6cC&pg=PA22&lpg=PA22&dq=%22sun+propeller%22&source=bl&ots=3kFSTyZYUn&sig=T87J-1NjuTAAF_BvvBcSo7-veH0&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiroLa-hKbXAhUR4mMKHaiHC004ChDoAQg_MAU#v=onepage&q=%22sun%20propeller%22&f=false" target="_blank">sun propeller</a>. "The Second Blazing Star" is a side-closing paranoid loop/solo chase-style jam that reminds me of the mighty Heldon themselves. Side two opens with the title track, "Head in the Clouds," which ditches the rhythm section for a wormholing trio of Battalene's effected guitar, farfisa organ drone, and deep-dive synthesizer exploration. And, the album closer "Flower of Light" is the most explicitly PSF-informed thing on here, another scorched-earth desolation ballad that sounds more than a little like the all-time stunning band <a href="https://youtu.be/ONuPGopMfA8" target="_blank">Shizuka</a>, which is just fine with this listener. <a href="http://www.troubleinmindrecs.com/artists/headroom/" target="_blank">http://www.troubleinmindrecs.com/artists/headroom/</a><br />
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So, it was a very efficient day of LP buying, and I've been luxuriating in these two deep and rich sonic/philosophic spaces all night long, still marveling at how well each one documents a particular scene of music in two different cities, both organized by and filtered through a brilliant female composer/performer/singer.<br />
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<b>THIS JUST IN:</b> Here's a brand new video for the opening track on the Circuit Des Yeux LP, "Brainshift," a song that <a href="https://www.npr.org/event/music/562290648/circuit-des-yeuxs-brainshift-holds-a-disorienting-mirror-to-humanity" target="_blank">NPR.org</a> accurately describes as an "invocation." In the video, eerie minimalist vintage-computer-style graphics illustrate the song title and subject matter in a very direct but effective way, and also make me nostalgic for various classic low-budget creepy A.I. imaginings from the sci-fi of the day.<br />
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I saw Susie Ibarra play live 21 years ago - I didn't know who she was before the show, and not sure if I figured out her name during it, or immediately afterwards, but she made a huge impression on me as the drummer in the David S. Ware Quartet, with Matthew Shipp on piano, William Parker on bass, and the late Mr. Ware on saxophone. A a great, great band filled with absolute heavyweights on every instrument. I'm lucky I got to see them.<br />
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Flash forward to the present, when, just a couple weeks ago, I learned that for a few years early in the 2000s, Ibarra played in an all-female improvising band called <b>Mephista</b>, releasing two CDs in 2002 and 2004 on John Zorn's Tzadik label, <b><i>Black Narcissus</i></b> and <b><i>Entomological Reflections</i></b>. It was Ibarra on percussion, Sylvie Courvoisier on piano, and Ikue Mori on electronics, and they created a very distinctive, idiosyncratic minimalist/maximalist trio sound together. Out of all the records released on Tzadik, I've probably heard less than 10% of them, and I probably would've never even known these two from Mephista existed either, if it wasn't for listening to <a href="http://www.5049records.com/podcast/susie-ibarra" target="_blank">Ibarra being interviewed by Jeremiah Cymerman on his 5049 Records podcast</a>. That led me to these YouTubes, and a few more out there, and now I'm eyeing online secondhand sale copies of those aforementioned CDs (as far as I can tell there's nothing else in their discography, though they are still somewhat active, having played as recently as <a href="https://extendedtechniques.com/2016/11/01/nyc-calendar-november-2016/" target="_blank">November 2016</a>).<br />
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POSTSCRIPT: <a href="http://www.thetrapset.net/130-susie-ibarra/" target="_blank">Susie Ibarra was also just interviewed at The Trap Set! </a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-83481276536942927812017-08-03T13:25:00.001-07:002017-08-03T13:31:00.677-07:00MIKE COOPER Trout Steel LP reissue (PARADISE OF BACHELORS) #HEAVYMUSICINALLSTYLESANDVOLUMES<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uSFZV32vITA" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Strange how, even after <i>Led Zeppelin III</i> gets you into Roy Harper, and you get beyond <i>Astral Weeks</i> into Pentangle, Davey Graham, John Martyn, and the Incredible String Band, eventually finding an even more inner tier where Clive Palmer, Michael Chapman, Wizz Jones, and Bridget St. John all dwell, and you now know just how brilliant a movement of wide-open progressive folk/jazz/blues singer/songwriter/players there really was in 1970s Britain (read <i>Electric Eden</i> by Rob Young and prepare to go deeper still), you can still have no idea who <b>Mike Cooper</b> is until the estimable Paradise of Bachelors label begins to reissue his 1970s LPs sometime in the mid-2010s. That's exactly how it happened to me, anyway, and after listening to them online and being rather blown away, the one I've gotten deep into via my very own vinyl copy is <i><b>Trout Steel</b> </i>and man, I hope to go deeper still; the mix of folk, blues, free jazz, and slipstream poetics (the title comes from Richard Brautigan's <i>Trout Fishing in America</i>) is absolutely luminous, and still with a rough loose gutbucket approach that is like a cold fresh wind blowing down a hill, the tracks feeling live in a room, Cooper's keening and wry voice, a couple acoustic guitars, a stand-up bass, and some wild saxophone blowing the doors off, all in the service of wistful love/life songs like my stone cold favorite, "Don't Talk Too Fast" (listen above if you haven't already). And then there's stuff on here like "Pharaoh's March," named in honor of Mr. Sanders himself, a 12-minute-long free jazz/folk instrumental that comes late in side two and blows the doors off the whole album. <br />
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Your friendly music blogger, pictured here in completely unstaged fashion, not just enjoying <i>Trout Steel</i> while reading the accompanying booklet, but veritably becoming ONE with it and its creator........... (photo by Angelina Dolman)<br />
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Don't miss <a href="http://www.forcedexposure.com/Features/LatestFeature.html" target="_blank">Byron Coley's very extensive (yet still incomplete!) discographic rundown of Mike Cooper's career, recently posted at forcedexposure.com</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31982424.post-65989312320658476972017-07-12T12:06:00.002-07:002017-07-12T12:06:42.578-07:00BIRD SHOW BAND s/t LP (AMISH) <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OcgY8c63l7A" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Two synths and two drummers? Plus Joshua Abrams (of the Natural Information Society) on bass? Playing lumbering post-Miles heavy grooved-out electro-jazz?! I'm sold, especially when it's sitting new & shrinkwrapped, buried in a cutout bin for like $3.99, even though I've had a promo CD copy of it since it was released almost ten years ago. Hell, there's probably even a rough draft of a review somewhere on my desktop. It's not just Abrams... all the other musicians are household names as well, at least in weird households like mine: bandleader Ben Vida and the great Jim Baker both play synth, and John Herndon and Dan Bitney, both of Tortoise et al, play drums. With Abrams on bass you've got a quintet, a sort of double trio minus one. Amish is a New York label, but all musicians were Chicago-based at the time of this 2008 recording, though some have moved away since then. Chicago has always had a bad-ass jazz scene and surely always will. (And BTW, that video embedded up there is great. especially if you like 60s and 70s underground experimental film, kaleidoscopes, and surprisingly good refrigerator magnet poetry. It's a 2000s film made by Theo Angell, who also makes music, like the <a href="http://www.blastitude.com/26/#reviews" target="_blank">great</a> record <i>Auraplinth</i>, from back in 2007, around the same time this Bird Show Band LP came out.)<br />
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