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Several board members have referred glowingly to Max Harrison over the years, and I've really liked the one or two articles by him that I've come across in anthologies. Just found a used paperback 1991 UK reprint of A JAZZ RETROSPECT for $5 in the local book emporium... looks like a great read for the weekend.

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A somewhat different view of Max's later work (from the Annual Review of Jazz Studies, 2002):

Max Harrison, Eric Thacker , Stuart Nicholson, The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2: Modernism to Postmodernism (London and New York: Mansell, 2000, 889 pp., $82.95 cloth, $41.95 paper)

Reviewed by Lawrence Kart

One had high hopes for The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2: Modernism to Postmodernism , if only because one of its three

co-authors , Max Harrison, is among the best critics jazz has ever had, with a broad range of sympathies, acute analytical gifts and the ability to grasp and vividly express the essential aesthetic issues . To borrow a phrase from the book’s introduction , he is one of the “few great contemporary listeners,” and we have been benefiting from his work for almost half a century. An Englishman, Harrison began writing about jazz for Jazz Monthly in 1955, and later, on classical music, for The Times of London and The Gramophone . A selection of his jazz pieces was published as A Jazz Retrospect 1 ; The New Grove Gospel, Blues and Jazz 2 includes the brilliant main article on jazz that he contributed to the 1980 revision of The New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians, and he has played an increasingly prominent role in the series of books that have preceded the one under review -- Jazz on Record: A Critical Guide to the First 50 Years: 1917-1967 (with Albert McCarthy, Alun Morgan, Paul Oliver and others)3; Modern Jazz: The Essential Records 1945-70 (with Alun Morgan, Michael James, Jack Cooke and Ronald Atkins) 4; and The Essential Jazz Records Volume 1, Ragtime to Swing (with Charles Fox and Eric Thacker)5.

The best of those books was the second, Modern Jazz: The Essential Records 1945-70 -- not only because all the participants (frequent contributors to the late, lamented Jazz Monthly), were gifted, knowledgeable critics of broad sympathies but also because there were five of them. This made it much more likely, as 200 different records (i.e., entire long-playing albums, not individual recorded performances) were dealt with in 131 pages (individual entries averaging about 500 words) that each man would be writing about something he wanted to address and that no recording that called for comment would lack a sound commentator. The Essential Jazz Records Volume 1, Ragtime to Swing, which dealt with some 250 records in entries that often were of considerable length (there were 552 pages of text) had only three co-authors , and neither the sound but sometimes rather stolid Eric Thacker nor Charles Fox, broadly experienced but perhaps by this stage in his career too often the genial phrasemaker, were up to the level that Harrison and his collaborators had reached in Modern Jazz: The Essential Records 1945-70. And, perhaps inevitably, there were times here when one felt that a particular writer was dealing with a particular recording only because he had drawn the short straw.

Before he died in 1997, Thacker contributed many entries to The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2, and his virtues and flaws remain the same; while he rarely puts a foot wrong when it comes to judging the value of an individual work or its place in the historical scheme, moments of genuine critical illumination are uncommon. Further, though the breadth of Thacker’s sympathies was admirable, he seems to have been more at home writing about the jazz of the ’20s and ’30s than he was writing about , say, Ornette Coleman or Albert Ayler. Replacing Fox, who died in 1991, is critic/journalist Stuart Nicholson, author of biographies of Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday and Duke Ellington. The role Nicholson plays in this book is, in my view, a near-disastrous one; the reasons for that estimate should become clear below. As for Harrison, brilliant though he often is, he also is something of a professional iconoclast -- an enemy, so it seems, of received opinion in all its forms. (A typical Harrison remark : “Though by no means its only sign of virtue, this [recording] is the kind of music that has never found much favour with jazz fans, still less with those who write for them.”) (709). However habitual Harrison’s oppositional stance might be, it can yield valuable results -- for example, his discussions in The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 1 of the Chicagoans and the Red Nichols -Miff Mole axis, his reconsideration of the Casa Loma Orchestra, and his detailed, definitive refutation of the too commonly held view that the Louis Armstrong of the late-1930s to mid-1940s was a lesser artist than the Armstrong of the Hot Five and Hot Seven recordings. But Harrison’s iconoclasm, and the tone of exasperated sarcasm that so often accompanies it, can become quite rigid at times; and as these traits proliferate in The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2, they begin to threaten the intellectual coherence of the entire enterprise.

I wish it had been possible for me to deal with this book wholesale and head-on. But having lived with it for more than a month now, and having tried and failed to write about it in that manner, I’ve had to adopt a more piecemeal approach. Here, then, are examples, good and bad, of what in my view makes The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2 a book that is both stimulating and deeply disappointing .

• Three examples of Harrison at his gem-cutter best. On Art Tatum: “Other features of his work … were the packing of so much music, not just a lot of notes, into short time lengths and -- another aspect of the same thing -- his often compositional shaping of each performance as a whole instead of as simply an episode of open-ended improvisation on the chords. It was all done with an ease so extreme as to suggest ironic detachment.” (12) On Dizzy Gillespie: “Restless in attack, his style was dramatic, full of sharp contrasts which created a dynamic sense of insecurity in listeners…” (17) On Jimmy Giuffre: “A whispering barker who offered amazing reductions...” (371)

• An example of how Harrison’s need to sneer can lead him to make remarks that border on willful inaccuracy: “[Fat’s Navarro’s] dates with ‘Lockjaw’ Davis, an arch vulgarian who subsequently found his true metier as a cog in Basie’s ponderous latter-day machine…” (39) Harrison is free to dislike the music of both Davis and the latter-day Count Basie band (long a Harrison bugaboo); what he is not free to do is imply (as he surely does here) that the 1946 recordings that Davis made with Navarro are at all representive, even of Davis’ early work. A full two years before this, with Cootie Williams, the young Davis stands revealed as a callow but earnest Ben Webster disciple; on his recordings with Navarro the tenor saxophonist clearly is attempting to emulate (undoubtedly for commercial reasons) nascent R&B gestures. The titles of two of the pieces -- “Hollerin’ and Screamin’ ” and “Stealin’ Trash” -- would seem to be good clues as to what was going on.

• Nicholson proclaims that Charlie Parker, “even in live performance, seldom played more than three choruses.” (61) It would have been nice if he had been aware of the album “Charlie Parker -- The Apartment Sessions,” discussed by Thacker , who notes “the exuberant continuum of invention which [Parker] threads through 15 or so choruses of a fast Little Willie Leaps…”(54), or this passage from Carl Woideck’s Charlie Parker: His Music and Life: “When Parker and Strings played in nightclubs, they sometimes modified the arrangements to allow Parker multiple choruses of unbroken improvisation (reportedly as long as fifteen minutes)…. ”6 Another example of Nicholson’s taste for making dubious sweeping generalizations : Instancing Max Roach’s “singularly detached,” “boorishly metronomic” playing behind Thad Jones on “Thedia” from the album The Magnificent Thad Jones and speculating that this may have been a reaction on Roach’s part to Clifford Brown’s death two weeks before, Nicholson adds: “This unyielding and unsupportive aspect of his ensemble playing … is a criticism that can be levelled at Roach’s drumming in general.” (103) But, surely, it is quicksilver, polyrhythmic responsiveness that is the essence of Roach’s style -- as could be confirmed by anyone who has listened to, say, Roach behind Brown and Sonny Rollins on such performances as “Pent-Up House,” not to mention virtually all the recordings Roach made with Parker. One can attempt to argue that this commonly held view is false, but one can’t, especially in a book of this sort, merely assert the opposite.

• An example of Thacker at his best, with empathy leading to understanding , then to illumination: “Clarity of tonguing and light sound … go with subtle control of minute contrasts within [tenor saxophonist JR] Monterose’s melodic syntax: a sense of interior dialogue and of a passion which increases, though with a wry deceptiveness.” (114) Again, one wishes that Thacker were engaged to this degree more often.

• Harrison writes of a 1955 recording by composer/arranger/tenor saxophonist Jack Montrose (not the same man as JR Monterose): “Both Montrose and [baritone saxophonist Bob] Gordon were unfortunate. Pointedly ignored by writers on jazz, they have gone unmentioned in histories, have been dealt with perfunctorily in works of reference or omitted altogether, and their records have not been much reissued…. Montrose played for many years in non-jazz situations…. He was on Frank Butler’s The Stepper … in 1977 but did not make another record under his own name until … 1986. And musicians pretend that the good or bad opinions of writers on jazz make no difference!” (164) Yes, those “good or bad opinions” make some difference. But does Harrison really believe that the shape of Montrose’s career (or that of any jazz musician of Montrose’s era who possessed comparable musical goals and gifts) could have been significantly altered if he had been praised more often by jazz writers, or that it was the lack of good notices that led Montrose to work in Las Vegas show bands for several decades? 7

• Discussing the composer/arrangers who wrote for the Boyd Raeburn Orchestra, Harrison refers to “the obscure Tommy Talbot.” (204) The still-active Tom Talbert -- who has several albums (both reissues and recent recordings) in print -- might be less obscure in the future if his last name had been spelled correctly here. Also, Bert Howard (256) is Bart Howard, Gunter Hempel (451) is Gunter Hampel , Irwin Helfer (757) is Erwin Helfer, Michael Brecker ( 752) attended the University of Indiana, not Indiana State, and despite two sneering “sic”s from Harrison, “Shubert” is spelled correctly in the title of the album Mel Torme Swings Shubert Alley. (265) (Shubert Alley, the center of Manhattan’s theater district, is named after the theater-owning family , not the composer of Winterreise.) Then there is Harrison’s assertion that Eddie Sauter’s writing for strings on Stan Getz’s “Focus,” which he notes critic Martin Williams has described as “derivative of Bartok,” in fact bears “no stylistic resemblance “ [to Bartok] at all” (382) -- to which he adds in a arch footnote: “Bartok’s influence here … can be heard by those who do not know the composer’s work yet not by those that do.” (811) But the first piece on Focus, “I’m Late, I’m Late,” is clearly based on the second movement of Bartok’s Music for Strings, Percussion and Celesta, a fact that is confirmed in the liner notes of the compact disc reissue of Focus8 by Jacob Glick of the Beaux Arts String Quartet, the first chair violist on the album.

• How do the authors of “The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2: Modernism to Postmodernism” regard the jazz avant-garde? That is among most the important questions one could ask of a book that covers the period from 1941 to the present, for the nature and quality of that music and its relationship to the rest of jazz remain a fierce bone of contention -- rivaled only by the contentiousness over the nature and quality of jazz-rock and over the jazz neo-conservatism exemplified by Wynton Marsalis. (Jazz-rock is dealt with here almost exclusively by Nicholson, a fervent advocate of the genre, on grounds that rather indiscriminately mingle the aesthetic with the economic and the sociopolitical -- see his comments on the Don Ellis Orchestra below. Marsalis’ music is discussed only once, dismissively, by Nicholson, who deals with it in a manner that again seems less aesthetic than sociopolitical -- “in the context of jazz as a whole ,” he writes, “it appeared as a narrow elitism.”) (739) As for the avant-garde , Nicholson begins to lay his cards on the table here: “[Don] Ellis was among the first jazz musicians to realize that a rapprochement with popular culture was necessary to invigorate jazz as much as to retain its audience ….” (225) And he continues, with these remarks: “For many, free jazz became the anthem that screamed rejection of racial inequality….This inevitably posed problems of critical evaluation, free jazz sometimes weighing more heavily on critics’ consciences than their pleasure centers and a certain critical discretion preceded valour lest posterity marked the denigrator of a new Picasso or Joyce. … For several years free jazz remained impaled on the barriers of sociopolitical issues, part rhetoric, part artifice….” (553) And these: “…European freedom, with its arcane preoccupation with the radical and, one might unkindly add, the marginal… “(569) “…f there is one thing that jazz has always needed, it is a flourishing avant-garde, if only to keep the mainstream honest….” (581) The values on display here are vulgarly journalistic at best, complete with imputations of bad faith (Nicholson knows what is going on in other people’s “pleasure centers” and whether or not responses to music are sociopolitical) . Then there is the assumption that that which is radical and marginal (i.e. less than widely popular) is on the one hand not artistically vigorous , while , on the other hand, “a flourishing avant-garde” (of the non-radical sort?) is “always needed … if only to keep the mainstream honest.”

Thacker makes no such general remarks about the avant-garde, and Harrison more or less retires from this part of the fray, though not before emitting this drastic encomium to Albert Ayler: “Even decades later, on listening to Ayler’s courageous, bewitched, desperate music, we are haunted by the strange and disquieting impression that we are out on the very limits of the expressible, out on the last dangerous fringes where the ice of what we normally call art is so thin that we can almost see through into the depths below, into the mysterious thing-in-itself from which we abstract the all-too-human conventions of music.” (502) But for reasons that Harrison nowhere explains, his interest in the post-Ayler avant- garde seems to be virtually non-existent ; aside from Anthony Braxton, John Zorn, and four European figures -- Tomasz Stanko, Bernt Rosengren, Zbigniew Namyslowski, and Gyorgy Szabados -- he deals with no post-Ayler avantgardists in the book. There are some glancing remarks, though, that suggest that he and Nicholson agree on some points. Of Don Ellis’ How Time Passes album, Harrison writes: “In reality several of these pieces … arrive at overall forms considerably more free and varied ... than most of those found elsewhere in what in those years was called ‘the New Thing’.” (638) Of the John Mayer- Joe Harriott Indo-Jazz Fusions album, he writes: “The kind of exoticism represented here offered a viable alternative to free jazz in the 1960s even though, for reasons that had little to do with music, free jazz received nearly all the attention.” (729) And expanding on the “exoticism as viable alternative” point, he writes of the mid-1950s Lighthouse All-Stars recordings that featured Bob Cooper on oboe and English horn and either Bud Shank or Buddy Collette on flute: “The permanent establishment of these instruments in jazz was part of a general expansion of that music’s colouristic and textural resources … [that] in turn was part of an increase in the expressive resources of jazz which can never be simply a matter of expanded melodic, rhythmic and harmonic vocabularies.” (438) One welcomes Harrison’s focus on musical rather than sociopolitical matters, but one wonders how exoticism, or an expansion of “colouristic and textural resources” that does not involve an expansion of “melodic, rhythmic and harmonic vocabularies,” could possibly be a recipe for long term aesthetic success.

Again, Harrison’s remarks merely hint at what his view of jazz’s present and future might be. And that brings us to what may be the book’s most peculiar and frustrating omission,9 for it deals with three key figures of the jazz avant -garde -- guitarist Derek Bailey, saxophonist Evan Parker, and the late percussionist-bandleader John Stevens of the Spontaneous Music Ensemble (and such related figures as bassist Barry Guy, trombonist Paul Rutherford and percussionist Paul Lytton) -- by, for the most part, not dealing with them at all. Whatever one thinks of the music of Bailey, Parker, et al., it has been prominent for more than 30 years and remains widely influential . (While the “European freedom” that Nicholson dismisses has other points of origin, this music certainly runs parallel to it -- a “type of free improvisation [that],” in the words of critic Victor Schonfield, “has become accepted as a common language for an army of improvisers throughout the world.”10 ) But Parker is mentioned only as a sideman on Peter Brotzmann’s “Machine Gun,” (507), Bailey is referred to, once, by Nicholson as “an arcane visionary” (782), while Harrison also confines himself to a lone remark, saying of a musician he admires that “he has even collaborated with Derek Bailey.” Stevens and the others do not appear at all. And yet in the March 1973 issue of Jazz and Blues Harrison wrote of the Spontaneous Music Ensemble: “The most notable thing was not this performance’s varied sensuous impact but the way it established its own rules of expression and organization…. [T]he threads are drawn together, trombone, bass and drum parts forming a unified texture wherein each line is acutely responsive to the others…. The group here [on the album Karyobin] displays a perfectly individual method and style…. although the instrumental lines are unsparingly discontinuous the vitality of the whole is such that everything finds a meaningful place….”11 Of course, Harrison is free to change his mind, and it is possible that either he feels that that this music has decayed and/or gone astray, or it ought not to be regarded as jazz, or that back in 1973 he was mistaken about its value. But one would think that he, and this book, owe us some response to this music other than Nicholson’s seemingly market-oriented claim that it is “marginal.”

• Nicholson seldom misses the opportunity to mention the presence of harmonic commonplaces (we are often told of ii-V-1 sequences being resolved) and to outline a pieces’ chorus structure, e.g. this account of Wayne Shorter’s “Dance Cadaverous”: “It is a long , 64-bar composition with an ABAB1 form, comprising four 16-bar sections: Intro (8 bars) + A (8 + 8) + B (8 +8) + A (8 + 8) + B (8 +81).”(335) But the point is what, other than Nicholson’s having demonstrated that he can count and that he knows that ii-V-1 sequences exist? As someone once said, “A difference, in order to be a difference, must make a difference.” Nicholson himself proves the point when he nicely describes how Red Garland’s “omitting the root of the chord from the bottom of some of the voicings he used to accompany soloists .. . particularly on dominant seventh chords … gave a feeling of harmonic ambiguity which suited [Miles Davis’] … horizontal style of improvising [and] also suited Coltrane’s vertical approach … for a rootless dominant seventh chord can sound like two chords at the same time in certain circumstances...” (278)

• While discussing Miles Davis’ “Filles de Kilimanjaro,” Nicholson states: “In bop and hard bop, complex themes were the province of the front line, while the accompaniment provided by piano, bass and drums followed established conventions of clarity and simplicity. ” (583) But as Jack Cooke said of Art Blakey and Horace Silver , in his classic formulation of the hard bop aesthetic in Modern Jazz: The Essential Records 1945-70: “With Blakey … the high-hat … cymbal is introduced on the second and fourth beats … the [ride] cymbal beat is emboldened to match , and the various accents raised to the degree of becoming strong , lengthy rhythmic designs in their own right, setting up in polyrhythmic opposition to the basic beat. Inevitably, this is a style in which the drummer no longer functions as accompanist pure and simple but often, and for long periods, becomes a contributor on the same level as the soloist , playing parallel with him, competing with him, sometimes even dominating him. … Silver was building the same kind of attacking method for the piano .. and he and Blakey became a rare team of wit and ferocity…”12 Would it be too much to say that Cooke’s description amounts to fact, not opinion? And what , then, does that make Nicholson’s “in hard bop … the accompaniment provided by piano, bass and drums followed established conventions of clarity and simplicity ”?

In sum, The Essential Jazz Records, Volume 2: Modernism to Postmodernism is a deeply flawed work . In part that is because the task that the authors of this book and The Essential Jazz Records Volume 1, Ragtime to Swing undertook -- to provide “ a critical survey of the whole field of recorded jazz … to see both the wood and specimens of significant individual trees” (x) -- is such an inherently daunting one . Even so, the flaws of this project are finally those of the individuals involved -- especially Nicholson the breezy pontificator and Harrison the professional iconoclast. I will, however, consult this book again for all that the other Max Harrison has to say about the many musicians he has so much to say about -- Jimmy Giuffre, Gil Melle, Martial Solal, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Tadd Dameron, Conte Candoli, Wardell Gray, Fats Navarro, Bob Cooper, Lennie Tristano, Lars Gullin, etc. Would that this Max Harrison were the only one.

1. London: Quartet Books, 1976.

2. New York and London: Norton, 1986.

3. London: Hanover Books, 1968.

4. London: Hanover Books, 1975.

5. London: Mansell, 1984.

6. Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1996, page 186.

7. A comparison between Montrose’s career and those of two comparable figures, saxophonists Bill Perkins and Bud Shank, might help to explain why Harrison’s "And musicians pretend that the good or bad opinions of writers on jazz make no difference!" is such a naïve and peculiar statement. Perkins, Shank, and Montrose all worked in the same West Coast milieu in the mid-to-late 1950s, all three received positive attention from a number of jazz writers and from their musical peers, and all three made recordings under their own names and as sidemen. None of them, however, made a living for any significant stretch of time as the leader of his own group; instead, the chief source of profitable work available to them was in Hollywood film studio and television industry orchestras. The multiply demanding lifestyle of studio work was, however, not to the taste of every jazz-oriented musician: Perkins left it to work as a tape editor in the recording industry, returning to the studios intermittently and with reluctance; Shank remained in the studios for many years, then moved to Port Townsend, Wash.; and Montrose chose or took the Las Vegas show band option. One would imagine, then, that among the chief reasons Montrose made so few records after his mid-1950s moment in the sun, while Perkins and Shank have continued to record under their own names from time to time, was that Montrose simply was "off the scene" -- working in another city, and one that is not a home to the recording industry, as Los Angeles is. Lack of favorable reviews from jazz writers had little or nothing to do with any of this.

8. Bill Kirchner, liner notes for Stan Getz: Focus, (Verve 314 521 419-2).

9. Also peculiar and frustrating is the fact that Mischa Mengelberg’s album Change of Season, which is devoted to music of Herbie Nichols, is discussed but not any of Nichols’ own recordings.

10. liner notes for Evan Parker, London Air Lift, (FMP CD 89).

11. Harrison, Max, 1973, The Spontaneous Music Ensemble, Jazz and Blues, March 1973: 8-9.

12. London: Hanover Books, 1975, page 69.

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I'm going to say this here, instead of sending Mr. Kart an email; there are only a handful a truly great critics in American culture, at least as I see it, and he's one of them - the mark of how good that article is, is that, as I read it, I kept saying, "crap, he's right - but I would have gone right past that without seeing the point that Larry saw and makes so clearly."

there's only a few other writers who tend to inspire that in me - ironically, one is Max Harrison; Richard Gilman was another.

One of the reasons that I stopped writing much was that I felt that in order to do it right, one really has to devote the time, and as I've sunk into the abyss of day-job land, I have less and less time. I now feel even more inadequate - thanks, Larry -

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Actually, reading that book and writing that review left me with a very bad, creepy feeling that still remains. For one thing, there's the undoubted value, often the brilliance, of much that Max has written over the years. On the other hand, there was/is my growing conviction that Max is in some ways quite nuts. As a frequent reader of Jazz Monthly (later Jazz and Blues Monthly) when that excellent publication was around, one often encountered examples of Max's compulsive iconoclasm, though "iconoclasm" is a paltry term for whatever actually is buzzing around in his skull. On particularly bizarre instance came when either Max or Hughes Panassie made a point about a particular Fats Waller solo recording that was based on a claim that the form of the piece (a Waller composition) was thus and so. Again, I don't recall who went first and who replied, but the exchange quickly escalated on Max's part to fierce cries of ridicule and execration against Panassie, who of course had many marks against him in that sphere, given his own history of imperious, dismissive statements. Problem was that in this case, as was made clear by everyone else on the Jazz Monthly roster who cared to weigh in, Max was wrong (having miscounted the number of bars in one section of the Waller piece) and Panassie was right. But Max would not give up, raising the ante of his rage (and refusing to admit the truth of what he had to know by now was true) to the point where the editor of Jazz Monthly, Albert McCarthy, finally had to declare the matter closed.

In the book reviewed above, there's another bizarre and perhaps revealing instance -- Max's claim that there is absolutely no connection between Bartok's music and Eddie Sauter's "Focus." That the target here is Martin Williams may be the gist of the thing, because Max nurtured a profound contempt for both Martin and Gunther Schuller, apparently because both Schuller and Williams had or had worked toward acquiring a relatively "highbrow" standing in the world of jazz criticism and were, or acted as though they were, coming from a position of relative musical literacy (i.e. technical musical literacy). Now Martin in fact was a good less musically literate than one might think he was from the tone of his work (though he often had good instincts in this regard, and his heart often was in the right place); while Gunther, who is of course, a very musically literate man, has at times an unsure historical and aesthetic grasp of older jazz styles, coupled with an at times somewhat blinkered "progressive" orientation and an "I'm the only really literate musician in this room" ego -- all of which has led him to make some dubious assertions, both negative and positive. On balance, though, one would have to say that the world of jazz is/was better off because of Martin's and Gunther's work, not only because they did much good but also because it's not that hard after a while to sort out their virtues from their flaws. For Max, though, so it seemed, the very existence of Williams and Schuller was a raw wound -- in part because, as a musically literate, classically trained figure himself, Max found Schuller occupying a slot that he perhaps felt belonged to himself alone, in part because Williams' implicit "I'm the only (or chief) highbrow in this field" stance again placed another man in a slot that Max felt ought to be his own due. Whatever, the really creepy thing was that while Max's attacks on Williams and Schuller were often near-sadistic in their over-the-top tone, they also were in effect (and perhaps in intent) masochistic at heart. That is, as in his take no prisoners "there's no Bartok in "'Focus'" assault on Williams, Max not only had his facts wrong but also had to know this and thus had to know that many others would know this too and would be .. well, here the mind (or my mind at least) begins to reel. I mean, how nutty is this? And it's a pattern that crops up in Max's work time and again. In one sense, I'm bewildered by this sort of thing; in another I'm not but find so disturbing what I think is going on here that I'm almost afraid to look.

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Thanks for posting that, Larry, although I will have to read it properly later.

As for Harrison, I'm a fan. I don't always agree with him, but 1) he knows his music, more so than many of his peers, it seems to me, and 2) he almost always provides insight and reasons to his arguments.

Last but not least, his use of language is very idiomatic, very English. I know because I've translated his article on Ellington's longer works (here) and that was hard.

Unfortunately he's stopped writing about jazz and has published a biography of Rachmaninoff, and there's one called "Bartok at the piano" in the pipeline.

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(Edited for silly mistake.)

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well, I'll think about that - interesting, Larry's comments on Harrison's occasional lack of rationality - because this does explain, as I think back, some weird logical glitches that I've always thought I spotted in Harrison's work, but discounted because he seemed so damned smart - another reminder to always look at things with a cold critical eye, no matter how well established the source - so Larry, I am going to have to re-read your book now - :ph34r:

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well, I'll think about that - interesting, Larry's comments on Harrison's occasional lack of rationality - because this does explain, as I think back, some weird logical glitches that I've always thought I spotted in Harrison's work, but discounted because he seemed so damned smart - another reminder to always look at things with a cold critical eye, no matter how well established the source - so Larry, I am going to have to re-read your book now - :ph34r:

Anyone who knows me knows I'm nuts.

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In one sense, I'm bewildered by this sort of thing; in another I'm not but find so disturbing what I think is going on here that I'm almost afraid to look.

How 'bout the motherfucker's just nuts?

Don't mean he's not sharp or nothing. That ain't got nothing to do with it.

But you know, you gdt these crotchety fucks, and they get to goin' on some shit that's personally upsetting to them for whatever reason, and next thing you know, they're hard off into Looney Land.

Not at all uncommon if you stop to think about it. World's full of people like that.

At least Texas is. :g :g :g :g :g

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In one sense, I'm bewildered by this sort of thing; in another I'm not but find so disturbing what I think is going on here that I'm almost afraid to look.

How 'bout the motherfucker's just nuts?

Don't mean he's not sharp or nothing. That ain't got nothing to do with it.

But you know, you gdt these crotchety fucks, and they get to goin' on some shit that's personally upsetting to them for whatever reason, and next thing you know, they're hard off into Looney Land.

Not at all uncommon if you stop to think about it. World's full of people like that.

At least Texas is. :g :g :g :g :g

I could be wrong, but just nuts or real crochety doesn't seem to cover it. I've met plenty of smart looneys and real crochety types, but the combination of extreme hostility and self-sabotage (this in the midst of that same hostile assault -- not to mention self-sabotage that the person involved would almost have to be aware of) is unique in my experience, especially when it's done in public in circles where most everyone knows who everyone else is. It's as though someone were making an enraged charge of rape while attacking themselves fore and aft with a dildo -- and doing so in broad daylight right out in front of the local saloon.

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I could be wrong, but just nuts or real crochety doesn't seem to cover it....It's as though someone were making an enraged charge of rape while attacking themselves fore and aft with a dildo -- and doing so in broad daylight right out in front of the local saloon.

What, that's not nuts?

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I could be wrong, but just nuts or real crochety doesn't seem to cover it....It's as though someone were making an enraged charge of rape while attacking themselves fore and aft with a dildo -- and doing so in broad daylight right out in front of the local saloon.

What, that's not nuts?

Sure it's nuts, but it's probably a pretty special kind of nuttiness, no?

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Truthfully, I think that anybody who writes about music with the feeling that at some level it's "theirs" (as opposed to writing about it coming from a "this is what somebody else does that I like a lot and find meaningful etcetc and here's some talk about it" POV) runs the risk of getting kinda wierd over time. especially in an evironment like Harrison's where you don't have to deal with the music's "sources" on an upclose & personal level except when they come through on tour and stuff and then you're a Great Man and shit. But then when they split, it's you and your little circle of friends having pissing contests and waxing brilliant in such a way that after a while, they become part and parcel of the same mindset, especially as what you're so wrapped up in fades further and further from being "current events".

Thing is, all that stuff is over, cats are dead, music has moved on and out (stylistically and geographically and damn near every way) and he' s hanging on to it like it still matters in a way other than one man's history. That's what a lot of old folks do, thinking that if they just...growl hard enough that their view of history will come back to life in the present and their personally glorious visions will become the world's at long last. I thnk the way to avoid getting that way when you get old is to shake yourself up every so often along the way before you get there and it's too late to be shaken w/o risking fatal systemic shock.

I hope to god that I don't become one of those type old folks, lost to all but their own insular past. Wish me luck!

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Just came across this thread - not sure how the hell it got from Max Harrison to attacks with dildos but there you go.. :blink:

A similar but earlier book - 'Modern Jazz - 1945-70 The Essential Records' (a silver paperback) was the better one I think - compiled by Max Harrison/Alun Morgan/Ronald Atkins/Michael James/Jack Cooke back in 1975 (still recall the vast sum of £2.90 I paid for it - big money back then). A very succinct selection of 200 titles - I've used this list over the years as the basis of building up a collection and I can't recall it ever leading to a single dud choice. Very fine book. The later title (by Harrison, Thacker, Nicholson) had more recent material added in (mainly by Stuart Nicholson) and although it's much bigger, covering a larger stylistic range, I've found some of the choices (Wynton 'Live at Blues Alley' etc.) less than convincing. Still, a good volume to delve into on occasion.

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