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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
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13.6.12
3.5.12
High Art and Low
Consider this music called jazz. With its social and cultural origins among the illiterate and more or less despised and dispossessed African diasporas of the southern American states: brothel pianists, nomadic cotton pickers, watchers of passing trains and steamboats, street-corner guitar players, out-casts and strumpets, it has expanded and evolved to include a cultural community that today cuts across boundaries of age, sex, economic status, vocation, ethnicity and the state. The most vital in the abundance of contemporary music, jazz has become established world-wide as the mother vernacular of urban popular music.
Globally, jazz complements each individual cultural musical tradition by offering a universality that has not become lost in vulgarity and self-reference. More importantly, the value that jazz musicians attach to innovation leads most to hold a view of composition and music history that is truly global in scope. Just as jazz was born in America
In a global cultural landscape in which popular music has become increasingly strident, aggressive and barren, jazz continues to exalt the simple charm of existence without much demand for reflection on the part of the listener. With the music of contemporary high culture becoming progressively rarefied, abstract and minimal, leaving room for only highly sublimated emotions, jazz, by its raw exuberance, brings an element of balance. It is at once both high art and low; the true classical music of the global, post-modern age and also its genuine folk expression; through its various fusions the living, growing, musical incarnation of the global cultural personality, its once oral traditions of generational transmission now accomplished electronically.
If jazz has any purpose, it is a way to discover, to create, and to define a missing part within human beings related to what it means to be human. In this sense, jazz could be called an existentialist art. Jazz musicians create their essence by playing jazz, as both the global classical music of post-modernity and as its folk music.
2.3.12
Coltrane
Through the inspired craftsmanship of Japanese electronic engineering I can hear, between sharp intakes of breath, the saxophone’s long-alienated apprenticeship with ragged Philadelphia
The Dionysian howls, wild, unrestrained sensuality, are perfectly balanced by orderly, rational, self-disciplined, Apollonian grace-notes, slipping into essential melody notes and taking precisely half their time value.
The bass player momentarily abandons his walking line to reinforce two drum kicks, then imitates a third immediately after hearing it. In response, the drummer plays on-beat punches that reinforce the bass player’s return to a walking pattern. One part’s subtle phrasing shift, from an even eighth-note feeling to a triplet swing feeling, resulting in a near simultaneous fleeting shift in the other part. An intensified feeling of swing in the drummer’s part leads to comparable intensification in the bass part that progresses from straight to swing patterns and, finally, to triplet figures.
Coltrane always puts an aura of excitement in the air. Elvin Jones is, of course, central to this. He creates the collage of percussive sound fragments, linked by intuition to the tune. His infectiously swinging ride cymbal implies the basic time so strongly that he doesn’t need to state it explicitly. He just throws himself into the most dangerous musical situations, somehow managing to land safely and solidly back on the beat in the following bar, never without nuance, but so powerfully, so elementally, like a force of nature.
And on top, in between, and underneath this molten rhythm, the cries that come to the mind and the viscera, the horn as an extension of the self, the totality of commitment, the excavation of emotion, is the thrust of the imperious imagination of John Coltrane.
The Dionysian howls, wild, unrestrained sensuality, are perfectly balanced by orderly, rational, self-disciplined, Apollonian grace-notes, slipping into essential melody notes and taking precisely half their time value.
The bass player momentarily abandons his walking line to reinforce two drum kicks, then imitates a third immediately after hearing it. In response, the drummer plays on-beat punches that reinforce the bass player’s return to a walking pattern. One part’s subtle phrasing shift, from an even eighth-note feeling to a triplet swing feeling, resulting in a near simultaneous fleeting shift in the other part. An intensified feeling of swing in the drummer’s part leads to comparable intensification in the bass part that progresses from straight to swing patterns and, finally, to triplet figures.
Coltrane always puts an aura of excitement in the air. Elvin Jones is, of course, central to this. He creates the collage of percussive sound fragments, linked by intuition to the tune. His infectiously swinging ride cymbal implies the basic time so strongly that he doesn’t need to state it explicitly. He just throws himself into the most dangerous musical situations, somehow managing to land safely and solidly back on the beat in the following bar, never without nuance, but so powerfully, so elementally, like a force of nature.
And on top, in between, and underneath this molten rhythm, the cries that come to the mind and the viscera, the horn as an extension of the self, the totality of commitment, the excavation of emotion, is the thrust of the imperious imagination of John Coltrane.
Don’t accuse me of hyperbole. Even these words are not strong enough to describe the feelings. Listen to the resilience, the risk-taking, and the sheer ingenuity of his playing; the intense probing into things far off, unknown and mysterious.
Think about the endless hour after hour of his practising, and the hour after hour of his thinking about the wholeness of the universe and of the ways in which one could become part of that wholeness through music. Conviction, dedication, spirituality, the excitement of discovery, the revelation of greatness, a substance so rich and full of unbounded beauty and fire, a musical power so incredibly strong, that no one could have imagined that all that probing and contemplation could often, and paradoxically, lead to what at first sounds like a primal scream.
But no, hear him pushing at the edges of a familiar tune, like My Favourite Things. The aggression and fury of his style, as he mows mercilessly through rain drops on roses and kittens with whiskers and snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes, could only have been brought to a halt by liver cancer.
It puts things into a larger context if you remember that he was, at the time, a junkie. He kicked heroin by using alcohol as a crutch, only to become an alcoholic. Eased out of the Davis quintet, he dried out and found God. the last ten years of his life featured an ongoing but intermittent addiction to junk food with fat and svelte sets of clothes, to cycle through the binge and health-nut phases.
Think about the endless hour after hour of his practising, and the hour after hour of his thinking about the wholeness of the universe and of the ways in which one could become part of that wholeness through music. Conviction, dedication, spirituality, the excitement of discovery, the revelation of greatness, a substance so rich and full of unbounded beauty and fire, a musical power so incredibly strong, that no one could have imagined that all that probing and contemplation could often, and paradoxically, lead to what at first sounds like a primal scream.
But no, hear him pushing at the edges of a familiar tune, like My Favourite Things. The aggression and fury of his style, as he mows mercilessly through rain drops on roses and kittens with whiskers and snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes, could only have been brought to a halt by liver cancer.
It puts things into a larger context if you remember that he was, at the time, a junkie. He kicked heroin by using alcohol as a crutch, only to become an alcoholic. Eased out of the Davis quintet, he dried out and found God. the last ten years of his life featured an ongoing but intermittent addiction to junk food with fat and svelte sets of clothes, to cycle through the binge and health-nut phases.
20.2.12
19.2.12
Severe Tropical Depression
From the album
Split Every Which Way But Up
Robert Stone
The Self as a Blues Band
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