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Jim--my old PMs, attachments, everything--it's all back. Everything but the post count is back in order (and that doesn't really matter, does it?). Thanks so much. I'm a 'he' by the way (at least I hope so). Epistrophy looks like he/she re-signed up yesterday, member 1451. Are his old posts going to be added to his new account, or are you trying to tie his old posts back to his old account? This is confusing to me. edit - never mind. I think I understand... He actually signed up and was assigned member number 1333. I manually set his member number, in three different tables in the database, to 1451, which was his old member number. The only way I am able to determine what a deleted member's original member number was set to is by cross-referencing one of the member tables that did not get deleted using their old email address. Unfortunately, this particular table does not contain the member name, only the user ID number, email address, and specifics about passwords, PMs, etc. Another question for felser and ep1str0phy... are your old PMs still there?

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Christ, this is for real?

(Hey! My old posts are linked up.) For the aforementioned reservations--I think a lot of it has to do with the edits--some of which are startlingly prominent (especially on the first cut). This sort of music demands extended treatment, although temporal restrictions kind of prevent things from simmering... and it's all very high energy. As a result, there isn't a lot of breathing space--it's consistently explosive (in contrast to, say 'Point of Departure'--which has those quiet moments). The 'compressed' quality of the sound doesn't exactly lighten things up, either. But that's the album's charm, in way... it's a lot more ragged, brutal, and 'rough' than your 'average' inside/outside Blue Note album (for example). What it does have, however, is passion to burn.

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General question I thought someone would know the answer to: The rubato intro/very fast solo version of 'Round Midnight' is--by now--not entirely uncommon among post-bop groups. This 'type' of arrangement is distinguished by a free-flowing, (often) soloist/keyboard accompaniment introductory section, directly succeeded by a breakneck--not just double-time, but deadly fast (in contrast to the more famous classic Miles quartet recordings)--improv portion. The 'Lost' Miles Quintet registered a version at Juan-Les-Pins in '69, Joe Henderson recorded a version at the Lighthouse in '70, and Charles Tolliver has been throwing it into his live sets for ages (I'm thinking of the Music Inc. version from '73, in particular). Who was/were the first to use this arrangement (with some form of documentation, even if it wasn't set in wax)?

No joke. The undergraduate music deparment presently has only two improvisation-oriented classes (neither is a history class), only one of which is a jazz course. This is due to expand in the coming year (Myra Melford just got approved to teach full time), but I'd be surprised to see a history course in the works. It irritated me to no end back when I was trying to get an interdisciplinary major together. It's been in the course listing for ages, but nothing comes up. The graduate program (ethnomusicology) is also relatively spartan.

I sat in on a UCLA introductory jazz history course with Gerald Wilson a while back (concentration was pre-bebop--mainly a primer for some stuff that had been slipping past me). Wilson was congenial, nurturing, and thorough--without coming across as didactic. As far as I'm concerned, it was his personality that put him across--a spirit that had lived/is living with the music, tempered in mind but high in spirits. Unfortunately, the brevity of the course (it was a summer session) prevented one from taking too much away from it--things just whizzed pass, some skipped over. Regardless, it was a joy watching the professor 'phantom' cue his old orchestrations, spinning interesting (if tangential) yarns about some of his old running partners. I talked to him before class on quite a few occasions--real kind, with a regard for the avant cats. My favorite moment: talking to him about Eric Dolphy. On the never-assembled Ayler/Cherry/Dolphy/Peacock/Murray quintet: "That would've been a tough band." Compare this to Berkeley, where there hasn't been a real jazz history course for years.

I'm a fan of Ming--more so for what it is than what it promises. There's no doubt that this crowd could produce one hell of an avant blowout; what we get, instead, is a well-arranged, temperate set of free jazz-inflected post-bop. As beautiful as Ming is, I have to wonder what a riskier direction would have produced--and with these cats... it's nice to see so many adventurous faces excelling in this context, though. Great compositions and some phenomenal blowing over a set of choice charts... nothing that'll blow my mind, but I'll take it over a good 99% of whatever's eating up the bins these days. On Wynton--could it really be done? And--even then--would it matter when we have so many forward-looking improvisers--hell, trumpet players--so well versed in the entire history of the music? WM would be a virtual nonentity in a scene comprised of Lester Bowie, Olu Dara, Raphe Malik, etc. This is a music of ideas as well as chops; last time I checked, Wynton was severely lacking in the former. It's truly fantastical to imagine that WM could stake an interesting, unique claim in the David Murray world where he hasn't even succeeded in so much in his fairly parochial, backasswards, real-world musical sphere. We shouldn't give Wynton too much credit either way; the conservative revolution would've happened without him--not in the same form, perhaps, but damn if it wasn't the 80's and damn if the powers-that-be wouldn't have thrown everything into reverse sooner or later. Like a lot of icons, he's 99% hype, 1% chops--and the cat has killer chops. Thanks for getting me to pull out Ming again, by the way.

Man, I wish I had the discipline to do that... Frankly, I don't think I've (in any salient way) absorbed a good 90 or so percent of my music collection. Sometimes the connection is immediate and powerful, sometimes it just doesn't come. If something doesn't work, I just move on (usually buying stuff along the way)... 'Bitches Brew' collected dust for years before I finally worked up the nerve to tackle it. Conversely: Andrew Hill's 'Point of Departure' had me at second number three. At the same time, some great albums just take a really, really long time to settle in--and that's part of the thrill, really... 'getting to know' some of this stuff (the Cellar Door material included) can be a lifelong endeavor.

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I'll voice the minority opinion and express my unyielding devotion to Trompe Le Monde and Bossanova. That latter set is straight-up hard-noir post-punk. It's like doomsurf.

Random fit of paranoia: I've been somewhat frightened of chimps since that guy got his testicles ripped off a year or so ago. When threatened, they (adult chimps) can be dangerous, dangerous creatures. I'm fine with clowns, vampires, shriners, and dentists, but God help me when it comes to lovable primates.

Happy birthday and get better soon, JG.

I don't have my copy handy, but it's definitely one of my favorites. A terrific advanced hard-bop/post-boppish outing with a five-star band... great compositions, great improvising. And... this album boasts some of the most propulsive rhythm work in this style. Elvin is a monster on this--just ballistic (on the level of his best non-Coltrane sideman work, like Judgment). And then there's Jimmy Woods--a forceful, emotionally charged player who walked the line between bluesy, Ornettish sonorities and less oblique hard-bop saxisms. His other album--Awakening!--is a joy... not as powerhouse, but a lot of soul. Both of his albums are more than worth checking out.

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Threadgill's material is a little more difficult to apprehend than the majority of elder statesmen in the avant-garde. He's very much created his own sonic realm, innovating in the large group area where some of the most forward looking of his peers stuck/stick to more conventional jazz combo formats. If Air was the apotheosis of the small-group pianoless context, than Threadgill's larger bands have set a standard in the way of organizing less traditional instrumentation. We all know the cat can play, compose, and groove. Not just that, though--the cat can lead, and he can orchestrate. I haven't always been bowled over by his material, but I have to respect the craftsmanship and ingenuity of his enterprises. He holds a special place in my heart for learning how to make constructive use of the electric guitar. As far as albums are concerned... he hasn't done too much sideman work, no? Where he's popped up, he's been an asset. Mr. Nessa mentioned the Muhal album--which is great for the piano solo alone, btw--but any chance to hear Henry in a more typical AACM-ish format is a plus. Also--I wasn't reall hip to it until recently, but he does some fine work on David Murray's Ming (one of those perpetual top-10 of the 80s albums that, for whatever reason, never really gets talked about). The solo album that pops up (in my mind) right now is Spirt of Nuff...Nuff on Black Saint. It's Very Very Circus: Henry, trombone, two tubas, two guitars, and drums. There's some terrific ensemble work here, wonderfully oblique coloration with the characteristic Threadgill vibe--dark, funky, and strangely comical. The only thing that sort of detracts from the proceedings is the consistent density of the sound--the bottom frequencies are just hard core--but the spirit keeps things buoyant. Nice call with the thread, btw.

Another post in the label thread that refuses to die: I just (as in less than an hour ago) picked up a copy of Anthony Braxton: Four Compositions (Quartet) 1983. I'm enjoying it quite a bit. This is the acid, erudite, cryptic Braxton that will always confound the lay critic (I particularly enjoy Nathan Bush's bewildered musings on AMG)--a few smatterings of true melee, but the atmosphere is generally brainy, strange (in the best sense of the word). Which is not to say that there isn't the right measure of explosiveness... Everything is astonishingly calculated, but consistently 'out'; there's a tremendous amount of thematic/motivic continuity amidst all the emotional schizophrenia (and a lot of beauty, if you're willing to look for it). It's recordings like this that remind me just how wide the BS/SN oeuvre is.

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Hope you dig it (well, I've done my seize-the-day proselytizing for the day... thank you, Kurosawa). Again--it's a nice middle-ground between Tchicai's more beat-laden efforts and the freebopish stuff of old (e.g., NYC5). It reminds me of the SteepleChases, sort of (same sort of feel, but warmer).

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Timo's Message is a classic addition to the John Tchicai discography. Very rhythm-heavy (in typical Tchicai style), but always sensitive, always honest. Inside/outside, but listenable for all parties. A favorite.

This is my probably my favorite ECM disc. The first track with these african funeral wailings by femail singers interweaving with equally sorrowful tenor and trumpet moans are mesmerizing. I'm glad someone else appreciates this one--that title track and 'Darafo' (the twenty-plus minute closing blowout) are really extraordinary. Not to say that the other material is middling--because it's all pretty thematically coherent--but this is the sort of group that just thrives on cutting loose. The only other large group I've heard with this much energy and groove in the studio is the Brotherhood of Breath--and this could easily stand up against some of the best South African stuff. This one really, really deserves wider release.

Man, when Jack reaches those high notes on the 'Escalator...' version, I just go nuts. When that cat was younger, he had the baddest pseudo-operatic rock voice ever. 'Darn-It' is ridiculously inconsistent, I'd say--in line with a lot of the HAnrahan catalogue--but there are a number of nice bits. I enjoy the Michael Snow pieces, the Rudd, Tchicai/Cyrille, and a few of the groove passages--nice as a comp, but thematically impenetrable (and I'd give a buck to anyone who thinks he/she really 'gets' the whole Paul Haines thing).