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10.07.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Lula Côrtes and Laílson
















Lula Côrtes and Laílson - Blue do Cachorro Muito Louco (Robertinho de Recife) (private press 1973, re-released Time-Lag 2005)

Lula Côrtes and Laílson - Satwa / private press, re-released Time-Lag

The lively acoustic strumming that opens up this lost 1973 classic marks a small historical milestone in Brazilian music. While all the rage these days focuses on the influences Bonde do Role have had and Vice goes trekking to find barbecue-abundant illegal baile-funk get-togethers, another, softer side of Brazil that reflects closer the work of Seu Jorge and the Portuguese influence generations deep is illuminated on this album. It doesn't sound like it has aged a day since it became the first private press full-length album in Brazil nearly 35 years ago.

Part of the reason it holds up so well is that the music seems so effortlessly played. Swaying between gentle tickling of the strings and vigorous strumming, Côrtes and Laílson created an album that's so easy to sit back and relax to. It's so easy to make up words in your head to these mostly instrumentals, but the music in itself is so gorgeous that doing so would blight the efficiency and the careful precision each note takes on this economical album.

The two artists emerged at a time when the harbor town of Recife was revealing a scene flourishing with psychedelic artists ready to demonstrate their abilities. Interestingly, these artists were returning to Brazil themselves from Africa and the United States. Though they were respected musicians in their own right, this January, 1973 collaboration brought out some of the best music in both of them for a little over a year.

While Laílson used his voice infrequently, his mastery of the guitar is all over this album on tracks like "Valsa Dos Cogumelos." What gives this album so much flavor is the sitar that Côrtes uses to back him up. This layering effect opens up the spaces and frees the sometimes austere moments that the guitar allows. It's understandable that they didn't use words and hardly any vocal texturing at all: At the time, Brazil's military government was in power (as it would remain until 1985) and if you've seen "City of God," you sort of have an idea as to how things were being run... if they were being run at all.

Even if there were overt protests being made with this album, it is hard to hear them. There is little anger present. Mostly it is an album of celebration, of relaxation, of "quiet triumph" as Bernardo Rondeau accurately put it. Thankfully, Mainer label Time-Lag was generous to re-release this in 2005. With the new package you get heavyweight sleeves, a double-sided color insert with pictures and a few notes, and all of it comes in a solid insert. I'm glad I rediscovered this through the Dusted review as I'd forgotten about it after the review was first put out in May of '05. Though baile may still reign supreme, Satwa lays in the hammock by the beach, slowly waiting for the morning hangovers and waiting to provide the gentle cure.

9.30.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Ed Askew



We haven't had a Used-Bin Bargain here at Audiversity since early May. After several Sundays off where we just couldn't offer an explanation for no content aside from the fact that we were really busy (which we were), we're giving it another go this week with folk singer Ed Askew. Enjoy.














Ed Askew - The Garden (ESP-Disk 1968)

Ed Askew - Ask the Unicorn / ESP-Disk

As it seems with so many other folk singers from the 60s and 70s, Ed Askew is talked about a great deal but not necessarily heard. Thanks to blogging and a number of other places (which I'm not going to pretend don't exist), the life of Askew can be put in a proper perspective in relation to his works. This is especially rewarding for crate diggers who might already have this album but don't listen to it often and are considering a cheap sell. My advice is, don't sell it... Not because of how important it might be, but because of how good the music on this record is.

1968's Ask the Unicorn was his only proper, commercial release up until a slew of reissues earlier this decade. In some ways, this spotty history is appropriate for the mysterious soloist. Not a great deal of personal information is known, but Motel de Moka did an appropriate homage in May and here is what we know for sure: Askew grew up in Stanford, Connecticut and attended Yale for an art degree in painting in the early 1960s. When he graduated, Askew went to teach art at a private high school in the suburbs of New York. During the course of 1966-67, he was in the unfortunately named Gandalf and the Motorpickle. This psych-rock band was the inadvertent catalyst for Ask the Unicorn. When he quit the group in 1967, he developed his own music, based entirely around a scratchy voice and a ten-string, 10" Martin tiple ("treble" in Spanish). ESP-Disk's founder Bernard Stollman was interested, but while ESP-Disk was one of the most respected and established independent labels after its creation in 1963, financial troubles would eventually be both its own downfall and Askew's by proxy. Ask the Unicorn received virtually no promotion and even industry insiders were deaf to its unique sound.

So let's talk about that sound. Right from the off of "Fancy That," Askew is strumming romantically and juxtaposing it with some of the most lucid words ever put together. Like the tumultuous times in which he lived, the lyrics reflect a wide range of topics that conflict with one another, from poetic lyricism to government protests to abstractions to an allegory incorporating all of that and more - as David Shirley has noted, Askew shares in this freeform wordplay with both Robert Wyatt and Paul Goodman. His voice has a limited register, but Askew is using it to its best effect throughout this album. An example from the opening of "May Blossoms Be Praised:"

"Where is a dream and where are the lovers? / Green trees and fires protect the rain / But the water is high and the grave is too deep / And the river is white / And the lovers will seat to play on the river / But the dream will survive." On and on it meanders just as the aforementioned lovers would along this river. Unlike obscure folk artists that we've featured here before like Jan Dukes de Gray, Askew's ten-track full-length does not sell the consumer short on listening material. Several of his songs are well over three minutes, and yet still they manage to sound as if though every second were essential.

This is the mark of a great recording, and it's one of the reasons that you are starting to find more and more music and information. In the past five or six years, Askew's early work has really come to light and garnered renewed interest from ye purveyors of the bargain bins. This music is strong, timeless and does not grow old quickly. You can't quite sing along to Askew's impassioned wailing, but there are obvious melodies and there isn't a moment here where you think, "He's trying to show off here" or "That wasn't necessary." Everything is essential. This is a well-crafted album that was criminally ignored for years. No hippie BS need apply.

When Ask the Unicorn fell through the cracks following its release, Askew kept on and his second album, 1970's Little Eyes, continues down the same path with a little more piano flourish (which is, incidentally, also worth checking out). Unfortunately, this never actually got released - ESP-Disk was going through massive financial troubles and shortly afterward filed for bankruptcy in 1974. Askew himself went on to cruise between Boston and Raleigh, NC for the rest of his 70s. Thankfully, Askew did not seem to be incredibly discouraged by the experience - continuing to teach art in and around New York after moving there in the 80s, he has pursued music through the cassette medium that can still be found in all the right places.

It's his earliest works as a solo artist that draw the most attention, though. A particular quotation at the outset of the Motel de Moka article really gives the essence not just of why Askew is worth checking out, but of why we did Used-Bin Bargains for so long here: "These are the kind of stories that should be told. Songwriters who are largely unknown to the public but have managed to find their place in the history of music, changing its landscape indefinitely and inspiring other artists for many decades without ever getting the deserved recognition." Everybody has a story. This is the general gist of Ed Askew's, but in order to know every detail, well... For that, we must ask the unicorn.

5.06.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers - Yaina






Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers - You Can't Always Get What You Want (Right On 1971, rereleased Cubop 1997)

Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers - San Juan 2000 (Right On 1971, rereleased Cubop 1997)

Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers – Yaina / Right On/Cubop

In the spirit of Cinco de Mayo weekend, I figured why not spotlight a little Latin music since most of North America is in the right frame of mind for it (even if most Americans use Mexico’s day of heritage celebration solely as an excuse to wear sombreros and drink margaritas). So continuing with that sort of pseudo-theme, I have decided to concentrate on a man who is actually not of Latin descent, but has embraced their style of music so whole-heartily that his ethnic heritage is often mistaken for his genre of choice. Henry “Pucho” Brown is an African-American Harlem native who immersed himself completely in Latin culture after being raised in the Nuyorkian Latin explosion of the 50s. With his walls covered by posters of Tito Puente, Machito, Tito Rodriguez and Pucho & the Alfarona X (a Puerto Rican band that led to his own nickname by childhood friends), Pucho mastered the timbales, rose through the ranks of Latin clubs in New York as a bandleader, and was instrumental in the blending of Latin, jazz, soul and funk throughout his 50-year career, but would never reach the level of recognition adorned to his contemporaries like Mongo Santamaria, Willie Bobo and Cal Tjader. After somewhat retiring from the record industry, Brown would spend two decades obscured in a hotel house band before returning to the scene in the late 90s as an unknowing godfather of acid jazz, which lead to a resurgence in his recording career.

Growing up in New York and frequenting the Apollo Theatre with his mother, Pucho’s band-leading ear was no doubt influenced by being exposed to big bands led by Duke Ellington, Count Basie and Buddy Johnson. The music bug bit early, and Brown dropped out of high school to concentrate on his musical craft, learning the nuances of the timbales and putting together and experimenting with a number of youthful acts. By 17, he was good enough to join the Joe Panama Sextet and later rival Joe Cuba’s Cha-Cha Boys. After a series of hirings and firings, and definitely a good amount of quality networking, Pucho pieced together his first substantial group: Pucho & the Cha-Cha Boys. While most acts traveling the Latin circuit at that time stuck solely to what particular style of the genre the chose, Brown’s outside influences persistently seeped into his mambo foundation. Elements of doo-wop, R&B, swing, jazz and blues mixed with the Latin-based music to lay the seeds of Latin-jazz and both the audience and other musicians took notice.

By 1962 (at age 24), Pucho & the Cha-Cha boys were headlining the Purple Banner in Harlem with his audiences growing every night. But Brown was still a young man and both his finances and experience was limited, so other bandleaders like Mongo Santamaria and Willie Bobo would cherry-pick Pucho’s hard found talent and bribe them into their own bands. Musicians like Chick Corea, Hubert Laws and Sonny Henry among others developed their chops with Brown before being snagged by the lures of more money and more exposure leaving Pucho’s band in a constant state of musician turnaround but nonetheless amazingly consistent over the years. Latin soul exploded into the mainstream a year later with Santamaria’s saucy take on Herbie Hancock’s “Watermelon Man” and concurrently the major labels were out for imitating that kind of success. Pucho had an innate knack for balancing just the right amount of Latin, soul, jazz and funk, and Epic took first notice releasing the group’s first ever single, “Darin’s Mambo,” though with little success (and a quick termination of their contract).

Pucho’s next, much more successful venture into the recording industry came when he renamed his group Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers and signed with Prestige in 1966. Musically, he upped the funk element considerably as James Brown was concurrently spreading his influence and definitely kept a keen ear on what Motown was producing. Mambo became his Latin influence of choice and the Soul Brothers talented line-up of heavily rhythmic and genre-jumping players meant a nearly unparalleled groove quotient that could switch from mambo to soul to funk at the snap of Pucho’s burly fingers. Their debut Prestige release, Tough!, is now actually regarded as the starting point of acid jazz with it’s percussion-heavy blend of soul-jazz and Afro-Cuban rhythms. Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers released eight albums in just over three years for Prestige, but none really made a significant impact on the mainstream; his genre-jumping ideals are respectful no doubt, but make for an inconsistent discography with as many trials and errors as overlooked successes.

In 1970, Brown left Prestige for the smaller, more independent minded Right On where he would have more creative say, which further separated him from any mainstream success but did result in this fantastic psychedelic Latin-funk record from 1971, Yaina. Somewhat obscure until it was re-released by Cubop in 1997, Pucho and his crew of Latin soul-jazz misfits unleash nine wonderfully eclectic and fun songs. With a few originals sprinkled in, just look at Pucho’s source material for the erraticism of his music: The Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” John Coltrane’s “Naima,” Kenny Burrell’s “Chitterlings con Carne,” and Grant Green by-way-of Neal Creque’s “Cease the Bombing.” The instrumental line-up blends beautifully with a Latin-oriented rhythm section, electric piano, vibes, wa-wa guitar, electric bass, flutes and occasional sax and brass. Like all of Pucho’s music, it is heavily influenced by the popular music of the time, in this case, mainly psychedelic rock and soul-jazz. “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” kicks off the re-release (not included on the original) with a cheesy introduction, but quickly opens up with funk-heavy drumming, 70s soul sax wailing, which is later replaced by growling flute, and electric piano flourishes. It is surprisingly effective and fun and would makes for a great inclusion on your party playlist. “Cease the Bombing” follows with a much more mellow vibe and very Santana-like sound, and surprisingly moving with its vibraphone melody and wordless vocals. My personal favorites are “San Juan 2000,” “Naima” and “Chitterlings con Carne,” but for very different reasons. “San Juan 2000” has been a mixtape staple of mine for years now; it has this sort of timeless quality to it in that you could as easily assume it’s from the early 60s as it could be the mid-70s. Layered rhythms poignantly chatter beneath vibes and electric piano before vocal chants and increasingly loud rhythms take over; it is very easy to lose yourself in its many exotic flavors. Pucho has a very interesting take on Coltrane’s “Naima” transforming the sultry slow-burner with almost a Weather Report kind of psychedelic fusion. On the other side of things, “Chitterlings con Carne” is infectious because of it’s growling flute and ear-friendly melody. It just further proves Pucho’s talents for masterfully balancing genres, this time the raucous fun of Latin mambo and the deep groove of psychedelic rock. The rest of the album follows suit: never many surprises once you discover the formula, but it is a formula that is finely balanced and infectious as all hell.

With the Latin-soul-jazz falling out of mainstream favor by the mid-70s, Pucho in turn left the limelight setting up shop as a drummer in the Catskill Mountian resorts of New York State. He somehow remained there for 20 years until being fired for personal disputes. It turned out to be a blessing though with acid jazz taking increasing interest in the U.K. in the early 90s as well as the crate-digging, re-issuing bug here in the states. Cubop re-released a number of his albums from his independent label days (including Yaina), and he went back into the studio to continuing purveying his multi-genre fusions. In all honesty, Pucho’s sound on his more recent albums barely sounds aged at all. It is still the same great balance of mambo, soul, funk and jazz, even if the audience for such styles isn’t quite as large as they were in the past. So if this year’s Cinco de Mayo festivities inspired you to take an increased interest in Latin music, why not go check out some of Pucho’s wonderfully fun music. Prestige released a great collection of his best material during his tenure there in 2000 called Cold Shoulder, which is a great starting point for curious ears. As far as recent material is concerned, I’m a pretty big fan of How’m I Doin’? from the same year on Cannonball even if it is a bit nostalgic and suffers from dated funk on occasions. And of course, head over to Cubop for the great re-issues of his early 70s material like Yaina that really buttered on the psychedelia influence with his already flourishing stylistic fusions. You will not be disappointed, and besides, Latin music of all kinds is a treat no matter the date.

Continued Research:
All Music Guide Entry
Ubiquity Profile
All About Jazz Interview
Wax Poetics #9, "A Man and His Music, from Harlem, New York" by Matt Rogers
waxpoetics.com

4.29.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Yaz















Yaz - Situation (Mute 1982)

Yaz - Upstairs at Eric's / Mute

Though I try hard not to be an egomaniac, sometimes I wonder about how readers think this blog works. Is it just that Jordan and Michael and I are thirds of the same whole, equal tastes with duties split up on the same great albums? Hardly. The truth is we disagree and our areas of emphasis are very different. If you've been reading us for any length of time, you can pick up pretty quickly on where our strengths are. I'm learning, but I'll be honest: Funk and soul from the 70s all sound pretty good to me. Michael's quality filter is much more attuned to that sort of thing... But on the flip side, it's tough for him to discern which 80s synthpop doesn't suck.

Michael: there are very few things i liked about the 80s
Michael: hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, ghostbusters... that's all i got
Me: Magazine? Sonic Youth's best stuff? No and New Wave?
Me: Turbo everything.
Michael: i like latter day sonic youth, and i can take or leave both waves
Michael: i think i may be 10 years behind the typical popular curve, so ask me again in 2015
Me: NES. Contra. The greatest videogame code ever.
Me: And Yuri Andropov died! I don't see what's not to love.
Michael: ok, you got me on those two
Me: I'm just saying, there's more to the 80s than VH1 gives credit for.
Me: The Cars?
Michael: meh
Me: Billy Bragg?
Michael: meh
Me: Public Enemy?
Michael: i'm bigger on very early 90s rap

You get the idea. So Jordan and I take on the 80s and we try to do Justice to them, but judging by my campus and a truckload of music that's been coming out lately, I don't need to tell you the 80s weren't a total waste of time.

All that's a long-winded introduction to Yazoo aka Yaz (there was an American label that already had the name), and it's easy to forget all of the new wave groups that emerged right after the groundbreakers... So easy, in fact, that James Murphy himself has forgotten them in recent live renditions of "Losing My Edge." I would credit my personal discovery of Yaz to him (because I'm a tool), but I actually first heard Yaz on the Rules of Attraction soundtrack (because I'm a tool). That's what Audiversity's all about: Bringing such disparate people as James Van Der Beek and Bret Easton Ellis together with Yaz. And making me look like a tool. Because I'm an egomaniac. Connecting the dots.

Those dots for Upstairs at Eric's start with Alison Moyet in 1977, the best time to be 16, pissed off at the British school system, and primed to leave for a record shop with no future in South East Essex. But fate would have its way with her long beyond the years the punk-rock scene did: The Vandals, Screamin' Ab Dabs, The Vicars and The Little Roosters were just some of the creatively named groups that Moyet was a part of. Like virtually everyone else in Britain who saw the light of post-punk though, by 1981 Moyet had graduated to the new decade, the brave new world of hairspray synthesizers.

The other half of this story involves another Basildon child who helped nurture synthpop, Moyet and Erasure in quick succession: Vince Clarke was an Essex lad with violin and piano skills behind him when he met Andrew Fletcher and they formed No Romance in China around the same time Moyet was starting her record store gig. The band, like so many of Moyet's forays into punk, was short-lived: They lasted just two years and Clarke was a guitarist for French Look with third member Martin Gore when they changed their name to Composition of Sound. Clarke was a singer for the band, but he didn't like it: Hiring Dave Gahan in 1980 was right about the smartest thing they ever did. Depeche Mode has enjoyed a fruitful relationship since.

When the band's primary songwriter decided he was no longer comfortable with the line-up, he quit following 1981's remarkable debut Speak and Spell and a tour. It didn't take long for Depeche Mode to pick up the pieces in Clarke's wake, but the lack of starry-eyed reminiscing was mutual: Clarke and Moyet had formed Yaz by the spring of 1982. Evidence was their first single: "Only You" and "Situation" are, respectively, the a- and b-side of the first single the duo released. The British took to it kindly: It went straight to #2 in the charts and set an immediate precedent. Interestingly, these songs were originally proffered to Depeche Mode as a parting gift but they apparently declined.

Thank goodness they did, because these songs (along with "Don't Go," the third single which hit #3 in the UK and #1 on the Billboard dance charts) eventually formed the basis for their late-August debut LP: Upstairs at Eric's is a quintessential electropop record and fits in nicely alongside obvious synth-based duos like Soft Cell or Naked Eyes and the rest of the British contingent that had cleaned up its image and packed away their guitars in The Human League or Bronski Beat or, in a metaphorical sense, New Order.

Though "Situations" is a dancefloor stunner and has been re-released several times to much success, Yaz never seems to come up in conversation when discussing the great synthpop groups of the genre's heyday in the US partly because it never went anywhere near the Top 40. 1983's follow-up to Upstairs at Eric's, You and Me Both, is just as good if not better than the debut... And still the group continues to be bogged down by time, Napoleon Dynamite and "Can't Hardly Wait." But as "Situations" (and virtually every other song on Upstairs at Eric's, so named for producer Eric Radcliffe's apartment) proves, the natural pop chemistry of Moyet and Clarke was abundant. It is unfortuante that they decided to part following their sophomore release as Moyet went on to a solo career and Clarke went on to help start Erasure, but what was is just as good as what might have been in Yaz's case. I've seen Yaz in a bargain bin quite often and it baffles me that you wouldn't want to have these albums in your collection... Unless, of course, you hate the 80s or are a decade behind the typical popular curve.

4.22.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Andrew Hill - Passing Ships



R.I.P. Andrew Hill 1931-2007



Andrew Hill - Plantation Bag (Blue Note 2003, recorded 1969)

Andrew Hill – Passing Ships / Blue Note

"If musicians are just trying to be different, but don’t have a synergy with the audience, they have nothing."

Perfectly stated Mr. Hill. I respect and very much enjoy the avant-garde, but for me to be completely immersed in it rather than just gaping from afar, I need an accessible point of entry. This is why the late-60s are my go to point for jazz. The musicians were once again growing tired of the confines of what was becoming the norm (this time post-bop) and teasing it into new, typically atonal and experimental directions. By the time we get into the first few years of the 70s, the exploration had progressed so far that most free jazz was completely void of any relatable structure at all. And while I completely respect and understand the need for such music, I’d much rather experience it live than in a recorded setting. Andrew Hill greatly understood this aspect of musical balance. A composer first, the groundbreaking pianist built his compositions up from a post-bop foundation and took them on experimental trips that were heavily laced in spontaneity and sophistication. His music was certainly free, but with respect for the listener. Hill passed away Friday morning of lung cancer in his Jersey City home; he was 75. Passing Ships was on my to-get-to list for this column anyways, so it seems most appropriate to take a look at this excellent 1969 album now.

A Chicago native, Andrew Hill began playing the piano in his very early teens and was spurred on by “the first modern jazz pianist,” Earl Hines. The promising youngster was schooled both by local jazz composer Bill Russo and German classical composer Paul Hindemith, whose own style of combining neo-classicisms with jazz elements no doubt had a significant impact on Hill. As the 50s rolled on, he gigged regularly throughout the Midwest, gaining experience by sharing the stage with such bop luminaries as Charlie Parker and a young Miles Davis among many others, not to mention Chicago folks like Art Ensemble bassist Malachi Favors and hard-bop saxophonist Von Freeman. Before even out of his teens, Hill was composing original songs, but his era of most renowned creativity did not begin until 1963 after traveling to both coasts working with singer Dinah Washington and a no doubt influential stint in Rahsaan Roland Kirk’s band. Hill caught the ear of Alfred Lion during Blue Note’s waning years as a jazz powerhouse, and was signed in 1963 as part of their avant-garde movement (which when looked at in contrast to the early 70s avant-garde scene is really just slightly more exploratory post-bop). Lion referred to him as his “last great protégé.” From 1963-1970, Hill officially released a number of revered albums through Blue Note working with the cream of the forward-thinking post-bop crop, including Eric Dolphy, Bobby Hutcherson, Joe Henderson, Freddie Hubbard, Elvin Jones, Tony Williams, Richard Davis and John Gilmore. Frequent go-to points in his discography include 1964’s Judgement! and Point of Departure and 1965’s Compulsion.

Interestingly enough though, some of his accomplished works crafted in this era didn’t see the light of day until many years after their original completion. Passing Ships, recorded in November of 1969, was not rightfully released until just a few years ago after the master tapes were found in 2001. You may wonder how the hell this got left on the cutting room floor listening to it now, but looking at Blue Note’s state of debauchery in 1969, it makes much more sense. Lion had retired in 1967, Hill’s tenure was all but over, and the label, purchased by Liberty Records, was questioning the commercial viability of jazz (sigh) and heading toward populist funk. So Passing Ships, despite Hill’s advanced conceptual compositions and a nonet of acclaimed musicians including bassist Ron Carter, trumpeters Woody Shaw and Dizzy Reece, trombonist Julian Priester, French horn player Bob Northern, a very young Lenny White on drums and multi-instrumentalists Howard Johnson and Joe Farrell, did just as the title foreshadowed, drifted past into 34 years of obscurity.

One of the great aspects of Passing Ships is the way it is architecturally pieced together. There is a definite concern for spatial relationships, not just tonal or rhythmic. Hill will push the drums, miked from afar for one complete sound rather than each individual piece of the kit, to one side, then pull his patient, Monk-without-the-fire-of-relative-insanity piano to the other. Farrell, on which ever of his instruments (bass clarinet, alto flute, English horn, soprano and tenor sax) he decides to pick up at that moment will flurry from the left-center while Shaw and Reece’s trumpets cock and weave from the right-center. And of course, Carter, though maybe not at his most potent, plucks away from the center and fully rounds out the sound. If listened to in the right mindset, you can practically walk directly into the session, pull up a chair in the core of the semi-circle and enjoy the music coming to life around you. The barrage of finely toned instrumentation and Hill’s masterful arranging makes Passing Ships a pleasure to experience whether you are looking for an exploratory post-bop album or a very accessible free jazz one.

With the number of players and diverse instrumentation, the typical classification for such an album is progressive big band, but I feel this is slightly misleading. It sits at a comfortable mid-point between being a BIG band and a small ensemble; you get the structural possibilities of a larger number of players with varying talents, like the… er… cascading harmonies of “Cascade,” but the intimacy of a song like “Passing Ships,” which concentrates more on each player’s soloing over the piano/bass/drum groove without losing Hill’s masterful piano work in the mix. There is also a great deal of exoticism to the album, again thanks to the large color palette especially provided by Farrell’s ability to pick up a slew of different instrumentation and the low end augmentations on the tuba and bass clarinet by Johnson. The longer pieces, “Passing Ships,” “Plantation Bag,” and “Noon Tide” prove the most rewarding as Hill guides them through many passages from jazz-funk to free to post-bop to modern creative. Passing Ships may not be looked at as Hill’s quintessential creation, but it is an inventive, distinctive and highly enjoyable piece of music sorely overlooked for three decades that is absolutely worth your listening time.

Hill had two separate resuscitations of his career, both with short stints once again releasing material on Blue Note: the first in 1989 and the second just recently with 2006’s Time Lines being highly revered by critics everywhere. In between these times of recorded resurgence, he spent his time in academia, teaching at Portland State University and Colgate University as well as public schools and even prisons throughout California. Hill was also a rarity in the jazz world because of his widely regarded gentle and kind spirit and notable sanity. He may have shared artistic genius with many jazz greats, but not the usual personal demons that so often accompany it, which for better or worse also probably kept his legacy from sparking potentially widespread interest (the crazier the more interesting the story). Either way, jazz and musical in general lost a great artistic force in Andrew Hill on Friday morning, and if you haven’t explored his discography before now, it is as good of a time as any to enter his majestic aural world.

4.15.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Jan Dukes de Gray
















Jan Dukes de Gray - High Priced Room (Decca 1969; re-released on Wounded Nurse 2002)

Jan Dukes de Gray - Butterfly (Decca 1969; re-released on Wounded Nurse 2002)

Jan Dukes de Gray - Sorcerers / Decca, Wounded Nurse

For me, used-bins aren't just about perusing the local record store or mining your own massive vaults or reading Wax Poetics or even hitting up your favorite torrent hot spots. Sometimes you have to go to places even more mundane than that to find some of the best stuff. Lately, the LiveJournal psych_folk community has been really spot on with some great finds and the latest I've had the pleasure of hearing is Jan Dukes de Gray, a short-lived English band on the famous Decca label. Two of those songs are presented here from their debut and showcase a duo that was about to grow into something otherworldly but had not yet reached full fruition.

Michael Bairstow and Derek Noy were the brains behind the Dukes, two multi-instrumentalists with their origins as rivals of T Rex before they went glam. Not much has been documented on the rivalry and it's supposed that Marc Bolan's origins in London in the 60s probably sprung from the same sort of collective that Bairstow and Noy come from. But as Bolan and his cohorts went glam as time went on, Bairstow and Noy went ever further into the acid-psych realm. Sorcerers was just the start: At 18 songs and with none longer than the concluding track "Turkish Time" at a mere 4m51s, Sorcerers was a gentle, plucking approach to rapid-fire ideas, bubbling out of the times that produced more psych-anything per capita than at any other point in, well, the history of the world.

I've taken to Sorcerers in recent days partly because it is just the opposite of its successor, the sprawling and now-legendary Mice and Rats in the Loft in 1971. Sorcerers is the work of two talented musicians with a bevy of ideas floating around but no idea yet of how they want to showcase it; as such, a variety of sounds permeates the album and it all starts with the trippy cover-art, which doesn't stand out in any particular way when put in context but which fits the album's lack of coherence and thematic elements well. It's the disheveled whimsy of the bongos of a track like the meditative "Trust Me Now" or the dual-lead vocals in "High Priced Room" that are presented here that give this album its charm. "High Priced Room" is the fourth track on the album but it's the first to use these layered vocals for an almost Middle Eastern effect. It's the pan flutes and the nonsensical (or "enigmatic") lyrics that follow up with the title-track, but these sorts of shifts are expected from an album that had 11 songs on its a-side alone. "Butterfly" is tucked far away on the b-side, fading in following "City After 3AM" and, like other tracks on the album, setting a mood of drug-tinged optimism.

But vocals aren't key; in fact, instrumentals often allow breathing space for the listener to take in each instrument almost individually, as it's happening. With barely a celeste, sometimes no percussion and only a few acoustic guitars to guide them, Bairstow and Noy created a rich album to listen and inhabit. Unfortunately, Decca didn't agree: Though they were moving away from the sounds that they were promoting with Jan Dukes de Gray by that point anyway, getting ditched by the label before their second album must have allowed them some kind of creative freedom.

Maybe this is fodder for another edition of Used-Bin Bargains, but in case we never get there, here's the short story: Bairstow and Noy went off the deep-end for 1971's Mice and Rats in the Loft, but they didn't do it alone. With renewed help from another label, Transatlantic, and a fresh drummer in Denis Conlan, Mice and Rats in the Loft was an explosive sonic tour de force that featured only three epic songs in the entire a-side "Sun Symphonica," "Call of the Wild" and the title-track closer. Generally hailed as the band's finest work and one of acoustic psych-folk's hallmark albums (whatever that's supposed to mean), Mice and Rats in the Loft marked the final album for the band. They disbanded shortly thereafter following an obvious lack of commercial appeal that even Transatlantic didn't want to deal with.

Sorcerers remains barely available, only in bootleg form really... But if you can find it in a used-bin, consider yourself a lucky one: Psych-folk elitists (and ex-Decca executives) may not prefer Jan Dukes de Gray's first album to the second one, but having even one is enough to raise a few eyebrows. Though it is unfortunate they lasted just two albums in two years, the band remains massively influential and can be heard in the sounds of modern acid-folkies all over the country. It would've been tough to guess what was to come when Sorcerers first hit the shelves almost unnoticed in 1969.

4.08.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Dr. Alimantado - Best Dressed Chicken in Town






Dr. Alimantado - Best Dressed Chicken in Town (Greensleeves 1977, recorded 1974)

Dr. Alimantado - I Am the Greatest Says Muhammed Ali (Greensleeves 1977, recorded 1973)

Dr. Alimantado – Best Dressed Chicken in Town / Greensleeves

So I’m slightly cheating with this week’s entry; I did not cop this from the used bin this particular week as the mission statement for this column suggests. I actually came across it a number of years back, not too long after it’s 2001 re-release date, and way before I was able to put it in any sort of context within the my musical knowledge. Over the years I’ve picked up bits and pieces of information on Dr. Alimantado, one of the most interesting figures in popular reggae music from the 60s and 70s, sometimes even rivaling the insane biography of the unparalleled Lee “Scratch” Perry, a close compatriot and collaborator. A recent interview in Wax Poetics along with a growing internet interest in the Jamaican toaster and a soapbox to now stand and shout upon has led me to finally tackling one of the most prized used bin finds of my early college years, Dr. Alimantado’s Best Dressed Chicken in Town. Not extensively rare by any means but very much under the radar, the quirky, jerky toasting of James Winston Thompson over eclectic backing tracks provided by some of the most renown Jamaican producers including Lee Perry, King Tubby and Scientist adds up to one of the most idiosyncratic and unique voices in reggae history, and it is certainly worth our time to do a little exploring within the legend.

James Winston Thompson aka Dr. Alimantado aka Youth Winston aka Winston Cool aka Ital Surgeon aka Prince Winston aka Ras Tado aka probably a dozen other monikers I’ve missed was born in Kingston, Jamaica in 1952 and grew up in one of the most notorious ghettos of the city’s west side. A wily youth raised by his mother in the typical Jamaican fashion, Thompson bounced around the Caribbean island exploring his roots and working countless odd jobs, not to mention a healthy dose of rambunctiousness and youthful tyranny. A distant relative of the great Marcus Garvey (cousin of his mother’s grandmother), a symbol of self-determination who started Universal Negro Improvement Association, Thompson was the son of a well-off Jamaican woman of African and Trinidadian descent and a half-Ghanaian, half-Jamaican Rastaman. His paternal grandfather was a doctor in Ghana before moving to Jamaica at the request of his wife, a man Thompson would idolize with his most renowned moniker, Dr. Alimantado.

Like most Jamaican legends, the actual story is a bit… well hazy. Different biographies reveal sometimes-conflicting stories, and Thompson’s entry into the world of music is no different. One interview reveals that he was lured to the dancehall scene as early as three or four, though I find that a little hard to believe, but either way, Thompson was interested in the world of music at a young age. After a chance meeting with his father, he gradually gravitated toward the Rastafarian religion and spent much of his childhood rebelling from his Christian-oriented grandmother by growing dreads (and then repeatedly getting them chopped off in punishment) and running away from home. By the early 60s, Thompson was basically a street urchin, finding work when he could, stealing when he couldn’t and attending dances in the meantime. A chance encounter with legendary toaster King Stitt who deejayed for Sir Coxsone’s Downbeat led to Thompson’s first stage performance when he chatted Psalms 1 and 2 over ska sides. Inspired by the crowd reaction, he became a freelance deejay being schooled by legends like U-Roy and eventually becoming a star himself heralded by Jack Ruby, the producer not the assassin, among others and working with some of Jamaica’s top-ranking sound systems.

Though recording sporadically in the 60s, Thompson would not establish himself as an artist in his own right until hooking up with the legendary Lee “Scratch” Perry in the late 60s. Their first sessions together proved promising as they recut Junior Byles’ “Place Called Africa” into “Chapter 3 of Africa,” one of Thompson’s first island-wide hits. Other significant releases from this era include his contribution to Byles’ other smash hit “Beat Down Babylon,” collaborating with Perry and Hortense Ellis (then known as Mahalia Saunders) on “Piece of My Heart,” and one of the first deejay records released in praise of the Rastafari faith, “Maccabee The Third,” recorded over Max Romeo’s “Maccabee Version” rhythm. By the early 70s, Thompson had fully converted to both the Rastafarian religion and the Dr. Alimantado moniker and sought out full control of his own work. He formed two labels, Ital and Vital Foods, and began to barter for choice cuts of rhythms from other producers, including spending an increasing amount of time at Perry’s Black Ark studios where the two infinitely creative minds started to produce songs together.

This brings us to the era that the relative greatest hits compilation, Best Dressed Chicken in Town, stems from to showcase Thompson’s most fruitful years. Officially released in 1977 as Greensleeves 001, the album pulls tracks from 1973 to 1977 stopping just before his international hit, “Born for a Purpose,” which we’ll get to a little later. The centerpiece of this cult classic is obviously the opening title track from 1974, in which Thompson utilized a continuous, triple-tracked stream of multi-toasting over Perry’s heavily dubbed-out rhythm track of Horace Andy’s “Ain’t No Sunshine.” Inspired by a well-known radio poultry advertisement, Thompson and Perry crafted one of the most individual and quirky pieces of reggae mania that would stand as a testament to both men’s shared mad scientist-like creativity. Only three other of the included tracks on this compilation were born in the Black Ark studio, 1973’s “I Am the Greatest Say Muhammad Ali” and “Ride On” and 1974’s “Can’t Conquer Natty Dreadlocks.” Both of the 1973 tracks stem from the same piece of amazing dubbed out funk provided by Perry himself. “Ride On” features Alimantado’s smooth singjaying (sing-toasting) with Jah Woosh and Jimmy Radwell providing backup vocals. It’s a laid-back track expressing a love of unity, but given free reign of the track, Perry reimagined it into something truly amazing. “I Am the Greatest Says Muhammad Ali” is one of those Perry dubs you have to hear to believe, a bone crunching guiro forefronts the psychedelic funk ebbing in the background; wah-wah guitars, muted brass and bites of organ all take momentary turns in the spotlight further cementing Lee Perry’s unparalleled studio magic. 1974’s “Can’t Conquer Natty Dreadlocks” was more a product of Thompson’s creativity than Perry’s though as he spins Delroy Wilson’s “Trying to Conquer Me” into a soulful pronouncement of his Rastafarianism.

The earliest of the tracks culled on Best Dressed Chicken in Town were actually recorded at King Tubby’s, mostly from 1972 and 73, right before his relationship with Perry bloomed. The earliest available here is the vibrant self-produced “Ital Galore” that was no doubt a dancehall favorite, in which Thompson’s off-tune croon swirls around echoing horn riffs and up-beat keyboard chops. Tubby engineers some more magic on 1973’s “Plead I Cause,” which once again utilizes Andy’s “Ain’t No Sunshine” rhythm into a strikingly religious testament that asks Jah to actually intercede all that oppose him. 1975 proved to be another productive year for Thompson in Tubby’s studio where he self-produced three of his most notable concoctions, “Poison Flour,” “I Killed the Barber” and “Johnny Was a Baker.” Riding the riddim of the 1968 hit “The Man Next Door” by The Paragons, Alimantado dubbed Horace Andy for the hook and worked with Tubby protégé “Prince” Phillip Smart to piece together a hypnotizing, bubbling call-out to his fellow Rastafarians to not fear the attacks on their people because Jah would protect them. Engineered by Buddy Lee at Tubby’s, “I Killed the Barber” continues Thompson’s heavily Rastafarian outlook. Utilizing Jackie Edwards’ “Ali Baba” for the hook and riddim, he explains that though he sees nothing wrong with the death of the local barber (a position disapproved of by the Rastafarians who look upon their hair as faithful symbolism), it was actually the baldhead Tom who killed him. A confusing story yes, but catchy as hell, and it notably uses clanging sheet metal to ape the sound of gunshots, which is a technique that would be used often for years to come.

There are few later tracks also included that were neither recoded at Perry’s or Tubby’s, like 1976’s “Gimme Mi Gun,” built from Gregory Isaacs’ “Thief a Man” at Channel One, and “Unitone Skank,” which found Isaacs and Thompson working together on an original tune. The compilation closes with 1977’s “Tribute to the Duke,” an A-side dub featuring the Channel One studio band, The Revolutionaries, helmed by Alimantado. But beyond this comp, 1977 was a tumultuous year for Thompson as he was nearly paralyzed but used the experience to produce his only international hit, “Born for a Purpose.” On the day he was slated to rehearse for his first show at Jamaica’s main theater, the Carib, he not only was resuscitated after nearly drowning in the early morning, but was struck down and dragged behind a bus while walking home; according to his Wax Poetics interview, he believes it was because he was flying his dreads while walking in the streets, a statement not too popular at the time. The song came to him while he was recovering and legend has it that he had to drag himself across his house, due to the ineffectiveness of his crippled legs, to find a pad and pencil to write it down. Recorded at Channel One during a free session (basically out of charity and respect), the song, which proudly explains “if you feel that you have no reason for living, don’t determine my life,” captured the ideals of the burgeoning UK punk scene and took off in the British Isles. Sex Pistol Johnny Rotten further spread the word when he named it among his all-time favorites during a radio interview, and The Clash even mentioned him in the song “Rudie Can’t Fail” with the line: “Like the doctor who was born for a purpose.”

Thompson’s recorded output significantly slows starting in the late 70s. He relocated to Lodon in 1978 and started his ISDA label, which is also about the time he hooked up with Greensleeves (who he signed with because they gave him the most freedom though he was at the same time being courted by major labels like Virgin, Island and EMI) and released Best Dressed Chicken in Town as their first official discography entry. During the 80s, he spent most of his time in Britain, released the In the Mix dub series and worked with lesser known DJs and toasters like Clint Eastwood, Jah Stone and Trinity. As the years passed, the musical output slowed and Thompson traveled in increasing spurts exploring most of Europe and North Africa. Though we have yet to see any actual new music, he is apparently setting up a new studio to cultivate new talent and record more of his wholly individual sound. One can only hope that an immensely creative mind like that of Dr. Alimantado will once again grace us with his quirky, rambunctious and infectious musical stylings.

For more information please visit:
www.doctoralimantado.com
www.greensleeves.net
Wax Poetics #19, “Medicine Man” by David Katz
www.waxpoetics.com

4.01.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers - Les Liaisons Dangereuses






Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers - Miguel's Party (Polygram 1960)

Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers – Les Liaisons Dangereuses / Polygram

Tweaking the idea of our weekly Essential Classics column, we have decided to keep the premise of concentrating on need-to-hear albums from yesteryear, but shrugging off the “classic” tag since it is so relative. Instead, we are going to keep our nose deeply buried in the used section of our local record stores and highlight our favorite bargain of the week. This first week was tough, because as at every record store that has a used section, you have that one guy who periodically brings in a box of brand new, still shrink-wrapped albums that you know he lifted from somewhere, but you don’t really care because: 1) it’s not your problem; 2) you get choice pick at drastically price-reduced CDs. From this last visit from our mystery deviant, I was able to score John Coltrane’s Kulu Sé Mama, Alice Coltrane’s Eternity, a Soul Jazz compilation called Studio One Selector and Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers’ soundtrack to the 1959 French film Les Liaisons Dangereuses. It was basically a toss up on which one I should write about, but I opted for the latter of the group because writing about John Coltrane intimidates the fuck out of me, I’ve already written about Alice Coltrane a lot as she is one of my favorite artists ever, and I’ve been itching to write about Art Blakey for a good while now; not to mention it’s a relatively obscure album in the sense that not many people seek it out. So, with the first installment of our newly dubbed column, Audiversity’s Weekly Used-Bin Bargains (Patrick had to talk me out of both Used-Bin Bonanza and Used-Bin Humdinger… damn his cool-headiness), we dive into the hard-boppin’ world of Art Blakey.

I have always liked Art Blakey, if only because you can just about blindly pull any album out of his 50+, 40-years long discography and be presented with a solid, if not extraordinary record of pure hard-bop. But while such longevity and consistency must be rightfully respected, it also means that Blakey purveyed only the single style for his entire career, leading the way in it’s original rise to popularity in the 50s and it’s resurgence in the 80s. Because of this hard-headiness and refusal to experiment or thoroughly explore an unfamiliar niche, Blakey is sometimes left out of the jazz geniuses conversation, which is a shame because he could certainly hold his own against such luminaries as Max Roach, Chick Webb or Gene Krupa. The band he adopted from Horace Silver, the Jazz Messengers, also acted as practically a breeding ground for young jazz talent; basically, once you could hang with Art, you were ready to venture out on your own. During the 30+ years the Messengers were under Blakey’s guidance, he unleashed a laundry list of prominent names in jazz including but no where near limited to: Lee Morgan, Jackie McLean, Clifford Brown, Freddie Hubbard, Wayne Shorter, Donald Byrd, Chuck Mangione, Keith Jarrett, Johnny Griffin, and Wynton and Branford Marsalis. Maybe he was simply a good mentor, maybe he was a one-of-a-kind motivator or maybe it just took a particularly high degree of talent to keep up with his unrelentingly driving drum style, but any way you want to define it, Blakey’s influence as a bandleader is near unparalleled. Personally, I lean towards the latter, because his percussive concentration was always on momentum and rhythm; he left all melody and tone in the hands of his accompaniment, further pushing them to be on top of their game. His drumming style was somewhat the antithesis of his contemporary, Max Roach. Where Roach would wholly concentrate on the precise tone and timbre of his drums, Blakey’s heartbeat was all rhythm. He’ll never be known as an innovator, but there will never be a name so synonymous and genuinely important to the genre of hard-bop jazz as Art Blakey.

The Pittsburgh native was born in 1919 and was somewhat of a child prodigy. Playing piano professionally and leading his own commercial band by the seventh grade, Blakey was usurped by the equally prolific Erroll Garner in the club they were both gigging at and was forced to switch to the drums. Heavily influenced by the unrelenting competitiveness and thundering energy of percussionist and bandleader Chick Webb, Blakey developed his own style in the late 30s and early 40s while playing with pianist Mary Lou Williams and Fletcher Henderson. During the mid-40s, he joined Billy Eckstine’s big band, which placed him in the heart of the burgeoning bebop scene and gigging with the likes of Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker and a young Miles Davis. Very curiously, Blakey claimed that in the late 40s he visited West Africa where he discovered both polyrhythmic drumming and Islam; even going to the point in taking the name Abudullah Ibn Buhaina, which led to his nickname “Bu.” No one truly knows if this trip actually took place because some dispute that he was never absent from America during the time period that he claimed to be visiting. Either way, this is the period that Blakey’s reputation as an acclaimed drummer was quickly spreading and the first rendition of the Jazz Messengers appeared as a 17-piece rehearsal ensemble called the Seventeen Messengers; he as well was regularly backing the likes of Davis, Bud Powell and Thelonious Monk, who interestingly enough, utilized Blakey on both his very first recording session as a leader in 1947 and his very last in 1971. The official Jazz Messengers was established in a 1954 recording co-founded by both Blakey and Horace Silver, who was actually the first official leader of the group. That ensemble, which also featured Hank Mobley and Kenny Dorham, was essential in the development of the hard-bop movement in reaction to the West Coast cool jazz scene. Officially known as Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers by 1956, the collective heavily pushed a soulful gospel influence into bop, freeing up the rhythm section to explore much looser and more bluesy feelings. Highlights from this era include 1956’s Hard Bop and Hard Drive, 1957’s Reflections on Buhania and 1958’s Moanin’.

This brings us to the album at hand, 1960’s Les Liaisons Dangereuses on Polygram. The French cinematic New Wave scene, or la Nouvelle Vague, was in full bloom by 1959 with François Truffant, Jean-Luc Godard and Éric Rohmer cultivating the idea of the auteur director. Much like Roger Vadim’s modern rendition of the scandalous 1782 French novel by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons Dangereuses, these New Wave films would feature experimental soundtracks, many utilizing the American jazz music they heard in the clubs at night. The second of the Vadim films to feature such a soundtrack (the first being 1957’s Sait-on Jamais, which was scored by the Modern Jazz Quartet), it was supposed to be a project recorded by Thelonious Monk, whose only session was used in the film, but never released on it’s own. Art Blakey and his Jazz Messengers were called in for the two-days following that initial session and those recordings is what you hear on this album. Featuring Blakey on drums, Lee Morgan on trumpet, Duke Jordan and Bobby Timmons on piano, Jimmy Merritt on double bass and Barney Wilson, who was only in the band very shortly between Benny Golson and Wayne Shorter, on soprano and tenor sax, the ensemble got to jam out a bit on rare material conjuring a boisterous, freewheeling and sophisticated soundtrack to the seductive film. Interestingly enough, the liner notes go on about how the French reedman Wilson had only moved over to soprano a few months prior, and that his unique style on the instrument predated both Coltrane’s same move to the higher-pitched sax a year later and Steve Lacy’s popular career. In the actual film, you see a quintet featuring Kenny Dorham, Duke Jordan and Barney Wilson onscreen, but Dorham wasn’t even a part of the recordings you hear. The album features multiple versions of “No Problem,” “No Hay Problema” and “Volmontana,” but my personal favorite is “Miguel’s Party” which highlight’s Morgan’s passionate trumpet at length.

As I went into earlier at length, Blakey’s career post-50s rarely abandoned his love for all things hard-bop. He recorded heavily in the 60s with a rotating cast of talented supporting players; exceptional albums include 1961’s The Freedom Rider, 1962’s Live Messengers and Caravan (a personal favorite), and 1964’s Indestructible. Along with touring heavily in Europe and Northern Africa, the Messengers also became the first American jazz band to play in Japan in 1960; they were received whole-heartily, even being greeted by hundreds of fans just in the airport. By the 70s, when jazz was being explored through the avant-garde and fusion, Blakey chugged right along with his hard-bop. Though recordings slimmed considerably throughout that decade, the late 70s and early 80s proved Blakey’s determination to be fruitful as the advent of neotraditionalist jazz took over the mainstream jazz audience. With trumpeter Wynton Marsalis acting as musical director, the band was once again selling out venues night after night. Blakey continued to incubate young careers throughout the 80s, and at the time of his death in 1990, the Jazz Messenger aesthetic dominated mainstream jazz. Art Blakey may never be grouped in with the great innovators of jazz, but he will forever be known for his skilled, fiery drum playing, confident band leading and rousing spiritual guidance.

3.25.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Gabor Szabo






Gabor Szabo - Gypsy Queen (Impulse! 1966)

Gabor Szabo – Spellbinder / Impulse!

Gabor Szabo resides in an odd niche of jazz musicians. The innovative Hungarian guitarist came to prominence in the 60s with his truly idiosyncratic style incorporating jazz, pop, rock and classical with Latin, Gypsy, Indian and Asian influences, but while most of his contemporary jazz musicians were heading towards the spiritual, energetic and earthy side of the genre closely following the masterful teachings of John Coltrane, he reverted to a very sophisticated, clean-cut manner of playing. Szabo also would frequently look to reinvent pop standards rather than push his music into the uncharted, atonal areas of the late 60s jazz explorations, so he often looked to the emerging rock scene for inspiration with the likes of Carlos Santana, George Harrison and Eric Clapton acting as substantial influences. Maybe because he was always looking towards the commercial side of jazz, Szabo is not typically mentioned with the great individual musicians during that unparalleled era of musical innovativeness, but his enchanting, sophisticated, mellifluous and literate style of guitar playing still has a resounding emotional impact some 25 years after his passing. Albums like 1966’s Spellbinder still act as invigorating peeks into a brand of jazz that is as breezy as it is soul plucking. It’s exotic music without a particular geographic or temporal locale making Szabo that much more mysterious and hypnotizing.

Born in Budapest, Hungary in 1936, Gábor István Szabó’s came from humble beginnings. Inspired by a guitar-wielding Roy Rogers in one of his many cowboy movies of the late 40s, a teenage Szabo received one lesson on his poorly made acoustic and proceeded to develop a style so individual, it’s foundation was in his own improvised fingering system. His musical education came mostly from the local Hungarian folk and gypsy musicians, but his tastes were significantly widened after hearing Willis Conover’s influential Jazz Hour on the internationally broadcasted Voice of America in the mid-50s. This new interest in America culture no doubt spurred his departure from Hungary to the States on the eve of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, which briefly opened the borders with Hungary’s temporary withdrawal from the Warsaw Pact. The twenty-year-old Szabo eventually lead his family and girlfriend to San Bernadino, California with only his guitar strapped to his back and his eyes fixed on musical stardom.

Like all young musicians, Szabo had to fail a number of times before blooming into the musician he is known as today. The first group he formed in Los Angeles, the Three Strings, failed to make any sort of impact and Szabo was forced to work as a janitor while setting his sights on attending the Berklee School of Music in Boston to receive a formal education. By 1958 he did just that and attended the influential school for four terms where he developed his composition skills as well as the metallic but mellifluous guitar style that would become his signature sound. While in Boston, Szabo participated in the much-acclaimed 1958 Newport Jazz Festival where he befriended Chico Hamilton, a L.A. drummer best known for his talent scouting skills. Hamilton, who had been playing with Charles Mingues, Dexter Gordon and Illinois Jacquet, was currently sporting innovative reedman Eric Dolphy in his group and looking to replace guitarist John Pisano. The pairing of Szabo and Hamilton proved to be a substantial team, and from 1960 to 1965 Szabo rose through the ranks and eventually became the prominent soloist, primary composer and star of the quintet. Hamilton continuously encouraged the blooming guitarist to stem out on his own, and while Szabo continued to record with the drummer’s group, he began to collaborate with fellow Berklee student Gary McFarland, a renowned orchestral jazz arranger who shared Szabo’s increasing interest in more harmonious music than the budding spiritual jazz scene. After two albums under McFarland’s name, Soft Samba and The In Sound on Verve, the duo recorded Szabo’s solo debut, Gypsy ’66 on Impulse!, which established his penchant for successfully branding pop tunes, this time The Beatles’ “Yesterday” and “If I Fell” and Burt Bacharach’s “Walk on By” and “The Last One to Be Loved,” with his own style. It garnished enough attention to inspire a follow-up just six months later, the excellent Spellbinder.

I think Spellbinder, released in May of 1966 on Impulse!, is such an invigorating and defining album for Szabo because it captures his guitar style matured but not yet completely developed. At somewhat of a crossroads, he has a good grasp of jazz, pop and Hungarian folk music and was just beginning to experiment with flourishes of Indian raga, Latin percussion and improvisation. Spellbinder features Szabo’s youthful, exploratory spirit with masterful musicianship, an absolute potent combination in any setting. Szabo’s lyrical and humble electric guitar is backed by the non-evasive drumming of Chico Hamilton, the elegant bass playing of Ron Carter and embellished by by the swinging Latin percussion of Willie Bobo and Victor Pantoja. They seemed to touch upon just the right combination of pop standards, originals and improvs that fans of both jazz and pop music came to embrace the album. Szabo’s guitar is certainly the center of attention, but not in a showy kind of way. His springy, even-toned electric tiptoes and two-steps over the intricate grooves laid down by the incredibly talented rhythm section creating a breezy and exotic psychedelia vibe. It’s both technically impressive and melodically pleasant, which makes his re-imaginings of standard pop tunes like the Coleman/Leigh-penned “Witchcraft” and “It Was a Very Good Year” (popularized by Sinatra) or Sonny Bono’s “Band Bang (She Shot Me Down)” so infectious and individualistic. Szabo takes the recognizable melodies, strings out the themes and then proceeds to snake through them effortlessly all the while caringly garnishing with somber, droning strings, flurries of improvised arpeggios and almost bossa nova-like rhythms. Originals like “Spellbinder,” “Cheetah,” and most importantly “Gypsy Queen” showcase Szabo’s increasingly proficient and innovative composition skills. Admirer and friend Carlos Santana included a brief rendition of “Gypsy Queen” in his widely famous cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Black Magic Woman” in 1970, which would keep royalties rolling in for many years to come. In fact, Santana reportedly cites that hearing Spellbinder forced a turning point in his career inspiring him to stem out from the blues he was purveying to concentrate on crossover possibilities incorporating in jazz, Latin and rock music. To many, Spellbinder marks the peak of Szabo’s career though it was only his second album, mostly because he would never quite parallel this particular combination of youthful exploration and popular accessibility (his later albums sometimes weighed to heavily on the latter).

The rest of the 60s saw Szabo explore a few different musical paths, most notably being influenced by Ravi Shankar and picking up the sitar in 1966. Featuring a budding Bernard Purdie on drums, Jazz Raga found Szabo overdubbing sitar over his own guitar playing equally infusing his jazz chops with Shankar’s Indian style and heavy inspiration from rock guitarists like George Harrison and Eric Clapton. In 1967, he once again hit a chord with the jazz audiences thanks to his recommended live recordings The Sorcerer and More Sorcery. This was probably the peak of his popularity as at the time he was living in Hollywood, neighbor to Elizabeth Taylor and Katherine Hepburn, and starting Sky Recording Co. with McFarland and vibraphonist Cal Tjader, which put out one of my personal favorite album of his pop/rock covers, Gabor Szabo 1969. Though the Skye label only lasted a couple years, it did result in teaming with Lena Horne for yet another boost in popularity with Lena & Gabor. In the 70s, Szabo went in an increasingly pop and rock-influenced jazz direction that while producing a couple well received albums like 1970’s High Contrast with Bobby Womack and 1972’s Mizrab, further separated him from the jazz crowd. He returned to Hungary in the latter half of the 70s to reunite with family and even joined the Church of Scientology upon his return to the States in an attempt to kick the lingering heroin habit he developed in the mid-60s. Though it did result in a productive friendship with Chick Corea, his association with the church turned sour even escalating to a failed $21 million lawsuit. In the early 80s, a frustrated and sickly Szabo returned to his home in Hungary where he spent his final years before succumbing to liver and kidney ailments in 1982. While not the most acclaimed jazz guitarist, Gabor Szabo was certainly influential with his meshing of styles and he left behind an incredibly enjoyable discography of masterful guitar playing and pleasant pop grooves.

3.18.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Wilson Simonal






Wilson Simonal - Destino E Destino De Severino Nonô Na Cidade De São Sebastião Do Rio De Janeiro (Oh Yeah!) (Odeon 1970)

Wilson Simonal – Simona / Odeon

My introduction to Wilson Simonal came with my first exploration into the amazing hip-hop, jazz, funk and soul magazine, Wax Poetics (of which I now read like a bible). Featured about three-fourths way through issue number eight, Greg Casseus gives an exhaustive account of the tumultuous career of Simonal and in turn introduces one of South America’s biggest fallen pop stars to an entirely new audience. (This is probably the best time to point out that the majority of the information I am about to divulge was pulled from that article, “The Saga of Wilson Simonal” –Greg Casseus, Wax Poetics, Issue Number Eight, Spring 2004, as well as the Allmusic.com entry, and you are best suited to read the entire story from the people doing the all-important legwork). It is downright amazing that a performer as gigantically popular as Simonal was in Brazil and South America as a whole in the 60s is still relatively unknown to the rest of the world. It just goes to show you the monolithic influence of the press, who condemned Simonal in the early 70s for supposedly acting as an informant for the infamous Department of Order and Social Protection/Departamento de Ordem Política e Social (DOPS) and the destructive right-wing military coup that would reign over Brazil from 1964 to 1984. During his 40-year musical career, which stretches all the way to his death in June of 2000, Simonal went from being Brazil’s biggest Black entertainer, rivaling Pelé at the peak of his popularity, to an ignored outcast in the very same country. It is a story that screams for a drama-filled biopic… oh! and there is some amazing music involved as well. Since we like to concentrate on a particular album with this column, I am going to highlight 1970’s Simona, not only because it features Simonal at a creative crossroads of style and at nearly the peak of his popularity, but also (mostly) because it’s the album I cheerily stumbled across in the used section of Reckless Records last week.

The Rio de Janeiro-born Wilson Simonal De Castro began his musical career following a stint in the army in the late 50s as a personal assistant to Carlos Imperial, a writer, talent scout, booking agent and maybe the first man in Brazil to take rock-and-roll seriously. The time spent with Imperial was schooling in all things media and entertainment, from how to handle critics to performing in any style thrown at him. He developed a pop star’s grasp on how to sway a crowd and a silky smooth, genre-transcending baritone that rarely was caught off-key. He debuted on wax with 1962’s A Nova Dimesão do Samba and signed to Odeon Records where he would stay for the next decade until controversy forced him to sign with rival label Philips. Throughout the 60s, Simonal would take on every popular style in vogue and mix and mesh them into completely new genres at will. His debut album, a commercial misstep, featured arrangements in the vein of American R&B and doo wop but with traditional samba rhythms. 1963’s Tem Algo Mais, on the other hand, found a comfortable blend of bossa nova, jazz and orchestral pop that established Simonal as a musical force. For the rest of the decade, he continually paved the way for hip new sounds by experimenting with combinations of styles and enlisting young, aspiring songwriters including the whose who of Tropicália (who would later rally against him and even later retake his side) including Caetano Veloso, Gilberto Gil, Chico Buarque and Geraldo Vandré.

By 1966, the military coup had taken over the Brazilian government and the popular music scene underwent significant stylistic changes. Bossa Nova was being ousted by a superficial form of Beatles-inspired pop/rock aimed at teenagers known as “iê- iê- iê” and Simonal was experimenting with a new collage-happy sound known as pilantragem or “piracy.” With his excellent boogaloo-inspired soul-jazz-samba backing trio, Som Três, he basically pulled source material from wherever he found inspiration and utilized it in his music. This stylistic philosophy (not too far from sampling really) elevated Simonal’s career to pop star status and along with hugely selling records, he hosted his own weekly TV variety show. At what was probably the apex of his career, ’66-’68, he issued a series of albums called Alegria! Alegria! which produced a great amount of popular singles in Brazil as well as being the beginnings of world-wide recognition. Simultaneously, there was exponentially growing tension between the overthrown Brazilian government and the bubbling university counterculture. The military leaders were shouting “Brazil: Love It or Leave It” completely skewing all views of patriotism while the burgeoning leftist and Tropicália movements (who ironically where the most patriotic of the bunch) were demanding people and especially pop stars to choose sides. Simonal was stuck in the middle; he was a rich, widely known Black man who really had no interest in politics or supporting the military regime which pissed off the coup as much as the young left-wingers who either considered you “one of us” or “one of them.”

This about brings us to 1970 and the release of Simona. Simonal had just outperformed global star Sergio Mendes and the Brasil ’66 in front of tens of thousands of people and started his own production and management company Simonal Produções Ltda. to try an expand his growing media empire. His backing band, Som Três, were making a name of their own with the albums he produced, his songs were being made into themes for the national soccer team who won their third-straight World Cup in Mexico 1970, and funk was beginning to grab a hold of Brazil as well as the rest of the world. Simona, his third-to-last for Odeon, features Simonal in a number of masks including party-starter, balladeer and pop star. His shape-changing, silky-smooth baritone jumps from classic Brazilian soul to almost Rat Pack-like crooning with equal ferocity. With Som Três performing in full form, the album opens with the upbeat Fred Falcao/Arnoldo Mederios-penned “Sem Essa” which features the sound of Northern Brazilian soul: smooth, buoyant vocals with multi-layered shaker rhythms, popping horns and orchestrated accompaniment. My personal favorite, “Destino E Destino De Severino Nonô Na Cidade De São Sebastião Do Rio De Janeiro (Oh Yeah!)” follows with this completely infectious stripped-down funk pop groove. Fittingly, the lyrics tell the tale of a northeastern singer becoming a star in Rio and forgetting his roots, how poignant. If this track has not been cleverly sampled, then it’s a damn shame. The Latin influence shows it’s head with the cha cha rhythm and smooth orchestra-pop of “Comigo é Assim,” and “O Mundo Igual De Cada Um” features a light and fluffy funk-pop spirit that rides a baritone sax squawk, horn stabs and vibrant Brazilian guitar. The second half of the album is decisively more laid-back with tracks like the absolutely ghostly “Sistema Nervoso” which includes Twilight Zone-like sound effects and the patient organ crawl of album closer “Não Tem Solução.” Even “Aí Você Começa A Chorar,” which I assume would be considered a bit aged and overproduced for the time, is still completely addictive with Simonal’s vocal dexterity jumping from oddly tuned falsetto to low growl. With my limited knowledge of the coinciding music scene at Simona’s release, it is hard for me to put the album in accurate cultural and musical perspective, but I will say that is an absolute joy to listen too no matter what the context. It is definitely much smoother, produced and mainstream than any of the Tropicália records but just as infectious, if not more so.

From here on out it was all downhill for the career of Wilson Simonal. Leading the way for the MPB movement that would dominate Brazilian music through the 70s, Simonal recorded two more albums for Odeon before a hugely traumatic mistake that would take 30 years to recover from. In 1971, Simonal met with his accountant, Rafael Vivani, to go over his books and determine where he stood financially. After Vivani informed him that despite selling millions of records world-wide, his over-exuberant pop-star lifestyle had in fact left him not only broke but also in debt. Simonal poorly chose in a fit of rage to contact his “friends” at the DOPS to threaten the accountant while they were off-duty in an attempt to reveal conspiracies of embezzlement. Nothing was accomplished and Vivani sued Simonal for extortion, which instigated a wave of terrible press accusing Simonal of being in cohorts with the government and acting as an informant for the DOPS. Not completely unlike the Red Scare in the U.S., Simonal was ousted and blacklisted by the music industry and being an easily accusable public figure, was always assumed guilty in anything related to political-media scandals, like Veloso and Gil’s exiles for example. The decisively non-political musician kept on recording albums after signing with Odeon rival Philips and later RCA in the 70s, but his popularity was diminishing by the day as both the left and right condemned him for false accusations. There were even a few albums in the 80s and 90s on independent labels, but the damage was done and it was almost as if the complete memory of Simonal’s amazingly productive music career was wiped from existence. He married a lawyer who spent the majority of the 90s successfully clearing his name though Simonal was already on the slippery slope of alcoholism and depression. Two years after his final album, 1998’s Bem Brasil-Estilo Simonal, Wilson Simonal died of cirrhosis. His name was eventually cleared after the Justice Ministry and Department of Strategic Affairs documents were liberated in the post-dictatorship amnesty. Thankfully, through the last decade’s interest in Brazilian music and vinyl collecting along with the hard work of his sons Max De Castro and Wilson Simoninha, both prospering musicians in their own right, Simonal’s music is once again reaching fans across the globe. Like Simona, his LPs are being reissued on CD for lucky music fans like myself to merrily stumble across in record stores everywhere.

3.11.2007

Used-Bin Bargains: Weldon Irvine






Weldon Irvine - Watergate (Nodlew 1973)

Weldon Irvine – Time Capsule / Nodlew

Weldon Irvine is a hard figure to ignore when exploring underground/socially-conscious rap music in the 90s and the very beginning of the 00s. You may not see his name directly, though perhaps his rap moniker Master-Wel pops up on occasion, but he’s there. Snippets of his music have been flipped effortlessly by Ali Shaheed Muhammad and Boogie Down Productions on many occasions; that’s him playing organ on Black Star’s “Astronomy (8th Light)” and arranging Mos Def’s Black on Both Sides; he’s the one schooling the ambitious rappers like Q-Tip, Common and members of The Roots on the intricacies of keyboard playing; hell, just put on one of your four-hundred Madlib records and I can guarantee that at least one Irvine sample is quilted in there somewhere during each album. He’s one of the very rare multi-generational artists who has found his musical niche no matter the decade: studying jazz in the 60s, purveying fusion in the 70s, writing musicals in the 80s, schooling the rap crowd (and producing a couple records himself) in the 90s and being fully embraced before his untimely death in the early 00s. Yet, Irvine is far from a household name. In fact it took me two or three years after first stumbling upon his name to come across a CD that was not being imported at my expense. One fateful day last fall while digging through the plastic slip cases of Chicago’s Reckless Records, I finally located not one but three used Irvine CDs, two of which were still Japanese imports but not priced accordingly, and I was finally properly introduced to the soulful sounds of Mr. Irvine. Of the three I am now quite familiar with, 1973’s Time Capsule, 1974’s Cosmic Vortex (Justice Divine) and 1976’s Sinbad, I have decided to concentrate on Time Capsule because of its acclaimed reputation and that it happens to be my personal favorite as well.

Surprisingly with his musical context in mind, Weldon Irvine was raised in a very privileged setting. His parents were divorced at his birth, so he was brought up in Hampton, VA by his grandfather, a dean at Hampton Institute (later Hampton University), and his grandmother, a classically trained upright bass player. Even called a “Victorian upbringing” by Irvine himself, the childhood provided a life-long set of amiable manners and well-read knowledge, though in the 50s, he was exposed to the polar opposite environment when moved off campus. His teenage years living in the ghetto completely rounded out Irvine’s unique childhood revealing both sides of life, the privileged and the unappreciated, and what it took to survive in each. It’s a theme that would surface in his later music time and again, the urgency of struggle and oppression brought to life through thoroughly trained musicianship and all other possibilities of such a rare pairing. His late teens in the mid-60s were spent like most kids these days, in college to appease their parents, but actually immersed in one exciting counterculture or another; in Irvine’s case, the burgeoning scene of post-bop and spiritual jazz. A promising keyboardist, Irvine moved to New York and was immediately recruited by Kenny Dorham and Joe Henderson for their big band where he spent the next three years honing his craft. In 1968, he auditioned for Nina Simone’s open-call for an organist to tour with her new ensemble. Not only did he get the gig, but he did it with his very first chord at which point Ms. Simone proclaimed he had perfect pitch and eventually brought him on not only as an organist, but the bandleader, arranger, road manager and co-writer as well. Irvine spent the next three years with Simone during which he penned an unfathomable amount of songs including his most famous composition, “To Be Young, Gifted, and Black” inspired by Lorraine Hansberry’s play of the same name.

In the early 70s, Weldon Irvine ventured out on his own forming a 17-piece group whose sound is typically categorized as jazz-funk or fusion but incorporated elements of soul, R&B, blues, gospel, pop, Latin and rock as well. The fusion tag I especially hesitate on, though I can easily see why it’s so often used. Irvine typically played the electric piano and as the years went on incorporated more and more buoyant bass lines and synthetic characteristics, so it’s hard not to drop that vague tag. His early albums are decisively jazz-funk though; think a combination of Stevie Wonder, Alice Coltrane, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson and Charles Mingus. His themes have always been that of political and social change as well as deep spiri