Showing posts with label Duke Ellington. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 29, 2026

2025 Leftovers



The broccoli rabe has long since been classified as hazardous waste, the red peppers and mozz are growing tentacles, but here is some music that is still fresh and tasty!

These are records I got last year that gave me feelies I couldn't quite articulate. (I'll skip the classical music and save that for the WHP.) They have virtually nothing in common, so by definition, there's no rhyme or reason here. No unifying theme. Just inappropriate metaphors.


 

Charlie XCX: Brat (2024)

Considered "the" record of 2024, I got this in early 2025. Now, nearly a year later, I've finally figured out that I kind of like it. 

What took so long? I think it's that old British reserve that goes over my Yank head, which is why I still prefer Chappell Roan and Olivia Rodrigo for this kind of dance-oriented pop. But if they're a bit much for you, this just might be what you're looking for.

It's well-put-together with more variety but less passion than Chappell. Which I guess makes this durable, if not overwhelming. 

B+











Little Richard: The Georgia Peach (1991)

One day in 1964, six year old me heard that the Beatles were going to be Shindig that weekend. Did I sleep at all leading up to that show? I'm not sure, but imagine my chagrin when they came on and didn't play an actual Beatles song! (Were there such things, I wondered? But I've sinced checked and apparently there are.) Here's what they did play. I sniffed and turned up my nose. Where is the melody? The harmonies? All I heard was yelling and, shudder, rhythm. (I was such a little f*cking bitch. No fun what so ever*.)

Anyway, since then I became aware of Little Richard's existence. First by finding this song on Beatles VI, and then by hearing "Long Tall Sally" on The Beatles Second Album. It would take me a long while to realize that "Oh, Darlin'" was clearly a tribute to LR. So I reluctantly concluded that he must have been a worthy artist, but one I'd never get into until I stopped being NFWSE (see above*). It's been about sixty years and I'm still a work in progress. 

Anyway...

Delight #1: "Awombompaluma..." (Please submit your suggestions for alternative spellings. Wrong answers only.)

Delight #2: Hearing his other voices, where more than once he could be mistaken for a lady.

Delights #3-20: The rest.

It's quite remarkable that for each anarchic manifesto ("Tutti Frutti", etc.) there is also a slow or mid-tempo r&b number ("Take a Hand"). Both approaches feature a different aspect of his boundless... well, energy doesn't quite cut it (Charisma? Insanity? Genius??). Just at different levels of intensity. 

It's  all just balanced enough to keep your head from exploding, which would be a shame because it might keep you from dancing/singing along.

Most people think Jerry Lee Lewis was the scariest of our Rock 'n roll Founding Fathers due to those undercurrents of violence/statutory rape. But that's all good old American fun compared to Little Richard's double threat of African American-ness and sexual up-for-anything-ness.

America didn't quite know what to make of him. Lucky for him I'll say.

A


Boards of Canada: Music Has the Right to Children (1998)

This Scottish duo were pioneers of the hip hop mood-music scene of the late nineties. (What, you missed it??) It's a bit static but not bad at all. There aren't many peaks (or valleys) here, which is actually a strong argument for it. It really flows

It's also great for reading. No pesky lyrics to distract you. This has become more and more important as the internet continues to shorten my attention span.

So if you're interested in some neat background music and are tired of ambient, you could do worse.

Of course, you could do better as well.

B+












Can: Tago Mago (1971)

German art rock from the early seventies. Wait! Wait! Come back! It's really not bad at all.

It is weird in unexpected ways. It starts off promisingly, with some actual melodies and flow! But then the longer cuts kick in, and it gets a bit...harsh. The drumming isn't sophisticated, but man, it carries things for well over an hour, even when the production doesn't do it justice. That's the way to do it! Like my old boss used to say, Pneumonia? Just power through it

And the lead guitar isn't fancy, but it fits gloriously into the jammier sections. And there really aren't any lengthy solos. Just sharp riffing in all the right places.

So it's the opposite of Boards in that it's hard to ignore. This, too, is both good and bad. Good when the musicians coalesce. Bad when the singer goes into a surrealistic rant. But even that is the outcome of an extended jam, so it has its charms.

Since it's a double album, it does have its own "Revolution 9" of sorts ("Peking O"), which I advise skipping.

But I, um, "recommend" it. Just make sure the wife and kids (and maybe pets) are out of the house first.

B+











Louis Armstrong & Duke Ellington: The Great Summit/The Master Takes (2011)

With two jazz titans in a 1962-ish recording session, this one is very hard to not like. But one could argue it's not needed, since if you're a fan of Duke Ellington, you are probably familiar with most of these songs. But having Satchmo playing - and singing! - on them is another matter altogether.

Ellington's piano is, as always, smooth and cool but never slick. The rest of the band does quite a creditable job, too, especially clarinetist Barney Bigard. 

The overall mood is bluesy and slow, and yet compelling. Good music can accompany or improve your mood, and the rhythm can wake you up. But it takes pretty great music to slow you down and make you like it.

So I ended the year much like I began it - with Duke Ellington. And as with Money Jungle, this would have made my top ten of 2025 if it didn't come in so late. Which leads me to wonder if I'm listening to older music to escape from our present troubles. Seems likely.

A-


Good Riddance!:

So it wasn't a terrible year, for music at least. And music gives us hope. 

Sometimes that's all we have.

Friday, January 2, 2026

The Fifteenth Annual Jaybee-bies: Well, THAT Sure Sucked


Executive Summary:

2025 was everything we feared it would be, and more.

  • Personal: I'm getting over (I hope) an illness.
  • Music/Personal: Due to the above, I did the world a huge favor and stopped "playing" guitar for a while. The world took no notice. So I had no choice but to start again. This time with a focus on having fun. You've been warned.
  • Music: Per my last post, I'm feeling more alienated than ever from the current music, probably due to thoughts on mortality. Jazz, Blues, and Oldies were great, as usual. Otherwise, I kept looking for the weirdos. Thank god I found some.
  • Politics: After a long year, I'm seeing a little bit of daylight. How about you?


Humans:

Best:

  • Some judges
  • A very few congresspersons
  • Janet Mills
  • Many, many others who, in my current state, I just can't bring to mind. Feel free to write in your favorites.

Worst:

Some old winners (Tucker Carlson, Megyn Kelly, Jesse Waters) are working extra hard at being awful just to keep up with the new kids:

  • All the tech bros with no balls
  • All the media outlet owners who really don't give a shit about media
  • Elon Musk
  • Laura Loomer 
  • Nick Fuentes (do I really have to point this out?)
  • Neil Gorsuch, Samuel Alito, Clarence Thomas 
  • ICE
  • Mike Johnson
  • Pam Bondi
  • Stephen Miller


Best Books:

I managed to read some books this year, none of which changed my life, but many that taught me things, some of which I might have been better off not knowing. I hope it's all made me a better person.


Best Movies:
  • Wake Up, Dead Man
  • Okay, Superman

I don't even remember if I saw anything else. I simply have to get out more!


Best TV:

I was stingy with my time this year, so I was reluctant to commit to an entire series. Mike Schur is a safe bet, though:

  • A Man on the Inside

I simply must stay in more!


Best Concerts:

Do the 40th anniversary screenings of Stop Making Sense and Clue count? (Answers: Yes and No)


Music Awards:

Most Work (But Worth it)

   Can

Most Work (And Possibly Not Worth It)

   Luckily, nothing this year.

Most Surprising (and Not Necessarily in a Good Way)

   Heartworms

Best Nostalgia:

   Louis in London

Best Artist:

   Cindy Lee


Best Albums of My Year:

  1. Cindy Lee: Diamond Jubilee (2024) - A dark time, indelibly stamped by this odd, lonely, beautiful record.
  2. Handsome Family: In the Air (2000) - Cindy Lee swapped for Johnny Cash, the cold tundra swapped for the country, where everything is Very Normal. Right.
  3. Duke Ellington/Charles Mingus/Max Roach: Money Jungle (1962) - Seemingly effortless group creation on the fly.
  4. CMAT: EURO-COUNTRY (2025) - Containing great tunes, great singing, and sheer gusto.
  5. Lester Young with the Oscar Peterson Trio (1952) - Improvisational genius improvising away, accompanied by a crack trio, none of whom are exactly slouches either.
  6. Hurray for the Riff Raff: The Past is Still Alive (2024) - This simple, straightforward country rock album patiently waited for me to catch up to it. I feel so dumb!
  7. John Coltrane: Crescent (2024) My Coltrane sweetspot appears to be just before he takes off for the stratosphere. An excellent intro to his work.
  8. Geese: Getting Killed (2025) This one gets extra credit for conceptual integrity.
  9. Adrienne Lenker: Bright Future (2024) - Oh so fragile and yet it outlasted other, more "muscular" records.
  10. Otis Redding: Dictionary of Soul (1966) - Of all his not-quite-great albums, this one is probably the best.


Best Compilations:

The Album I Listened To Most but Had the Least to Say About It Due to Density (Mine, not the music's.):

 Boards of Canada: Music Has the Right to Children


Songs:

  • Some of the best songs I heard this year can be found here. It's a weirdly folk/country/hard rock hybrid. Good luck!
  • And since Cindy Lee is not on Spotify, here's a link to hear the entire album. I recommend you play it really early, or really late:


Conclusions:

I've been listening differently this year. Circumstances persuaded me to look to the past in hopes of finding something timeless. So I took my eye off the new and the shiny. A well rounded person would do both.

So then, how could you, dear reader, gain any useful knowledge about this year? You're busy, you want to have fun. Why am I dragging you to the old abandoned mine shafts? It's always been the conundrum of my approach. 

The other issue is ranking some new records against many that have stood the test of time. It's almost as though the new music doesn't belong on the list at all. But I'd rather think of it as how I feel about these records right now as opposed to for all eternity.

And yet, on Bluesky, I'm seeing more and more folks mixing the old and the new on their lists of books and records in the name of describing the year they had. As the inventor of this approach, I approve.

The circumstances I mentioned above pulled me away from playing guitar for a while. Time was looking more and more limited, and I decided listening to actual pros was a better use of it than playing mediocrely (yes, I just made that word up). I fight the same war on the reading/writing front. Why write a word when there are so many great books to read? I don't know, but I will anyway.

I eventually drifted back to theh guitar, ignoring the voice asking me what the point was to trying to get better at this point. Then Son Michael bought me a new guitar - a nice electric one I really have no business playing. But Mike said I had a rough year and should "have some fun", whatever that is.

On the real-life front, I've gotten past my horror, or at least compartmentalized it. Elvis C was wrong, you know. One can be disgusted by events, but given how many people get hurt, there's never a justification for feeling merely amused.

Have a great new year anyway.

Thursday, September 25, 2025

Summer of Jazz (for Grumpy Seniors)

Lester, in the pocket.
John, searching for more.


Too Darn Hot?

I'm not a fan of summer. My comfort zone has shrunk considerably since I was a kid who loved being off from school for two months. Once school was no longer an issue, I quickly noticed that summer was HOT. And HUMID. Who knew? Air conditioning helped, except when it was too high and you'd get pneumonia. All this makes me grumpy, and that's not conducive to expanding one's horizons. Too many CDs get thrown out of windows, perhaps prematurely. 

It's just safer for me to stick to simple, energetic, and melodic music. So classical, jazz, country, and blues were all out. They were relegated to winter, when all hope is lost anyway, so you may as well learn something. Plus, it takes effort, which generates heat, which saves on the gas bill.

But my approach was no longer working. Pop music was becoming foreign to me. (The age gap alone is getting embarrassing.) My old reliable -  guitar-based pop - was sounding stale and repetitive, and I'm just tired of waiting for joy to show up. "Everything at/in its proper time and place" is wisdom I may not have time for anymore. 

I tried something differenct last time and lucked out with the blues. The key was to keep things simple. No big box sets. Just single-CD best-ofs. Big Joe Turner and Skip James did the rest. 

With that in mind, I asked myself Why not jazz? Perhaps a sax or piano could provide a respite. The guitars will just have to show up when they show up. One can't force these things.

And lo! (Always wanted to say that.) I managed to find some great jazz records I happily listen to in summer. Early summer mornings, but still summer.


Feeling Young:

Once while in college, I sat with a semi-stoner buddy. Since music was always the lingua franca of those years, we almost immediately got on the topic, and to my surprise, he told me he was into jazz.

I wasn't yet, but the explorer in me took over, and I asked him to name his favorite artist. His eyes went wide.

"Lester Young," he said. 

I made a mental note that stood dormant for oh, fifty years, because there was always someone else who would edge him out. Sure, I'd get Billie Holiday records, where LY was the main side man, but never one of his own records. But there was one I had my eye on.

And wouldn't you know it? The All Knowing Jeff F*cking Bezos (his actual name) dangled that very album in my "music library". When I tried to play it, though, I got a saying it'd play if I joined Apple Music. I have yet to take that approach to my listening habits and declined. I like to own my music. And if anything, JFB has been misbehaving lately, which led me to my current "any store but Amazon" period, so I could safely say that was never going to happen. 

But finally, one day the price was right (Yes, I checked iTunes, but it cost more. Any other suggestions would be welcome.) and I gave JFB my $7, which I believe went to his engagement ring fund.









Lester Young with the Oscar Peterson Trio (1952)

By 1952, the quality of recorded sound was improving, but it still had a way to go. This might explain my preference for late-50s jazz. By then, the clarity had improved to the point that you could hear everything - including the silence - quite clearly. So the sound on this record is less than stellar.

Once you get past that minor limitation, it's a delight from beginning to end. Right off the friggin' bat, LY bursts out of the gate with a bouquet of notes to kick off "Ad Lib Blues". Oscar Peterson and his trio are not far behind. OP is smooth, smooth, smooth, like Art Tatum. But unlike him, he's willing to take the occasional Bud Powell-like imaginative leaps instead of giving empty flourishes. Barney Kessel's guitar - despite the limited sound - is very on point, so it's not all on Lester. 

But they don't call him "Pres" (short for President) for nothing. His solos seem effortless and yet fill every available moment with a melodic ebb and flow. Unlike Coltrane, say, Young is not a searcher. He always sounds perfectly comfortable in whatever setting he's in. So he's not always riveting, but it is always rewarding and, well, reassuring.

LY was supposedly past his prime at this point. If that's the case, I'll have to dig deeper, because this is  record is simply wonderful.

A


Trying to Catch the 'Trane:

And since I have no imagination whatsoever, I then default to John Coltrane.

I recently checked my database* to see how many JC albums I have. It lists nine under his name and eight collaborations. So, work with me as I do the math, and say the total is .... seventeen. And that doesn't count the dozen or so I've got with him as part of the Miles Davis and Thelonious Monk units.

That would tie him for SECOND on my all-time list, behind the Beatles, who have 22, and that's only because that includes both American and British versions of several of their albums. He shares this honor with the elusive and frustrating Miles Davis and the frustrating and elusive Neil Young. JC can be pretty f*cking elusive, too, but he's just so much more likable as a human, it makes me willing to hear him out when he jumps off the occasional musical cliff.

And he does that a lot. Whenever I get a JC album, I brace myself because I rarely get it the first time I hear it. My first Coltrane CD was Giant Steps in 1990. It took years for me to get a hold of the title number. It was like a roller coaster I was afraid to get on. Once I did, though, oh boy! 

My favorite JC album may be Afro Blue/Impressions, which is a posthumous compilation of live dates from 1963, providing wonderful solos but also the occasional foray into space.

JC put out - and appeared as a guest or band member on - a dizzying number of albums, so I need Allmusic's help to zero in on the best ones. I noted that The Cats, Ole', and Crescent are the most highly regarded ones I didn't already have. So they would be my next stops on the Trane.

He mostly stays moored to Earth on these albums. You never know when I'll pull the trigger on one of his free jazz albums like Ascension or Interstellar Spacewhich carry what amounts to warning labels. Having just gotten an Ornette Coleman box set of eight early LPs, including Free JazzI am no longer afraid. I'm prepared to be embarrassed, though.















Although released at the end of 1959, this was actually recorded in April 1957, right around when Miles Davis fired Coltrane because of his heroin addiction. (Coltrane's, not Davis', who'd already been there and done that.) Luckily, Coltrane had signed with Prestige, where he did a lot of work as a sideman. And that's what he is here, even if his name is on the cover.     

But right out of the gate, you know it's him. Standard Coltrane here. At first, a bit tentative, finding his way. So nothing stupendous, but nothing bad. Later, with a little more room, JC branches out and uses space and silence as much as notes. A nice trick.  The rest is mostly an inventory of his bag of tricks at this point. Perhaps he was just being polite. But not bad for a heroin addict.

And, of course, I may be judging this record on JC's performances alone, which would be unfair. The other sidemen really shine. Idrees Sulieman on trumpet, in particular. I suspect this one will be a slow burner.

B+    










John Coltrane: Ole' (1961)    

At this point JC has kicked his heroin habit, re-joined the Miles Davis group for Milestones (1958), Kind of Blue (1959), among many other records, and put out a number of collaborations and solo albums of his own, the great ones being Blue Train (1957), Giant Steps (1960), and My Favorite Things (1961), which immediately preceded this album.

The title track shares some similarities with "My Favorite Things", mainly in how JC uses it to take his clarinet out for a spin. He uses the opportunity, on MFT, he replaced the Western major and minor chords with Middle Eastern modes to make something new. On this original, he uses some (what else?) Spanish elements to build up a rather ominous tone over its eighteen epic minutes. He may have been inspired by Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain, released the prior year, although Miles goes all in with an orchestra for a full album. Here, JC just adds a second bass, and then is one and done. 

On "Dahomey Dance", he sounds a lot like Kind of Blue, but more muscularHe's given himself room to stretch out, and he's one of the few musicians who benefits from it.

McCoy Tyner's "Aisha" reminds me of "Naima" from Giant Steps. And as before, it's amazing how far he can fly on a mellow tune.

"To Her Ladyship" (on the expanded version of the album) closes things out in a very mellow mood. 

Kudos to Freddie Hubbard, who more than holds down his end on trumpet. Ditto for McCoy Tyner on piano, and Eric Dolphy for adding sweetness with the flute.

An excellent record that finds JC in a more relaxed mood.

A-












By now, JC has released Africa Brass, Live at the Village Vanguard, Live at Birdland, among many other records, and collaborated with, among many others, Duke Ellington.

Now he's approaching A Love Supreme, which would come out the following year and two years before Ascension, when he does that swan dive, or rocket launch, depending on where you're sitting.

The first two compositions here are as mellow as anything J.C. has recorded, except for the fact that he finds a way to gracefully veer from smooth sailing to heavy turbulence and back in a matter of seconds. 

The relatively short "Bessie's Blues" is more uptempo, and JC swings with it for all its worth.

Then it's back to the mellow "Lonnie's Lament", one of my very favorite JC tracks. Solemn, mournful, and yet hypnotizing. 

This is another relatively subdued Coltrane record, and a fine introduction to his work. Which is why I give it a slight edge over Ole.

A-


If things go as expected, about a year from now, I'll get the JC itch again. I always seem to be looking for more John Coltrane. 

I think I'm trying to understand him. That's a fool's errand, especially for me, the pop music fan. But it's provided me with a lot of joy as I try.

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*Not be confused with my spreadsheet. (Helpful Hint: The database is for records I own, the spreadsheet for the ones I'm considering getting.)

Thursday, February 27, 2025

2025 My Soundtrack to a Coup




My apologies to the makers of the documentary Soundtrack to a Coup D'etat - where several of these artists coincidentally appear - but I needed a title for this post. I promise to watch your almost certainly depressing film but not until our coup - because "coup" is what it f*cking is - is stopped. 

I'm listening to a lot of classical music and jazz. I typically do this in the winter anyway but it seems especially apt this year. Best to have one's ears stuck in the past than one's head in the sand. 

And since these days things like DEI are out of fashion this post will be based strictly on merit.










The Complete Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong (2007)

Perennially cited as one of the greatest jazz albums ever, Ella and Louis has been on my radar for some time. I never quite got it, though, because Fitzgerald's compilation 75th Birthday Celebration didn't quite do it for me. Plus, while I knew and liked Armstrong the cornet player, getting familiar with Armstrong the singer was not high on my bucket list. 

Last year, though, I fell in love with Fitzgerald's Cole Porter Songbook, so I figured maybe it was time to give Armstrong the singer a chance. I could have settled for the single disc Ella and Louis and be perfectly happy, but this three-CD set - containing all of their recordings as a duo - was very reasonably priced, so I dove into the deep end and didn't regret it for a second.

I got this compilation album in 2024 but, due to some technical issues, I didn't get to hear it all until 2025. It's comprised of Ella and Louis, Ella and Louis Again, Porgy and Bess, and a couple of live tracks. So that's three-plus albums spread over three discs.

Disc one or album one would have topped my best-of-2024 list. Disc two and possibly three would have made my top ten. The added bonus of disc three is that I'm finally getting to know Porgy and Bess. Miles Davis was no help in that regard, but after this maybe I'll be able to hear his version better. 

As usual, I opted for overkill so you don't have to. The original albums are all available, as are several single disc best-ofs, giving a smaller, more focused dose of this music if that's more your speed. No matter. Any of them would be wonderful. I can't see how you can go wrong here.

Song after beautiful, clever, funny, tuneful song, sung by two great singers. Pre-Beatles, of course, but I've made my peace with that.

A












Louis Armstrong: Louis in London (2024) 

Speaking of Armstrong, last year Verve released this recording of a 1968 concert - one of his last - by Armstrong and his band. 

It's half greatest hits and half songs of the day, so one could mistake it for nostalgia bait, but that would be a mistake. The performances are wonderful. The band plays with great enthusiasm even on the older material. 

Speaking as someone who only became acquainted with "What a Wonderful World" from Twin Peaks, I'm far from an expert.  But I'm now beginning to understand how someone with such a limited vocal range can be considered one of the greatest singers of the 20th Century. It's called expressiveness.

A-















Duke Ellington/Charlie Mingus/Max Roach: Money Jungle (1962)

I'd had my eye on this one for years mostly because I loved the title and the cover. Given such rigorous selection criteria, once I finally got it, I prepared myself for a major letdown.

No need. 

It's just three guys - one older legend and two youngish turks - Ellington on piano, Mingus on bass, Roach on drums, banging out some tunes. Given the set up there's not much in the way of soloing. This record's more about texture. And while I suspect Ellington isn't a technical virtuoso, he seems to ooze musicality, and that holds it all together. 

As the cover shows, Roach leans over Ellington, focused on understanding the compositions from score to piano, intent on finding rhythmic opportunities at every turn. Mingus keeps his distance (Mars is a ways away, you know) working by ear, and often playing what you'd least expect. 

As they say, sometimes less is more. This is a great record, and a perfect introduction to jazz. 

A


So Where Does This Leave Us?:

This music is more than fifty years old, and it all provides a great start to 2025. I count three - and possibly five - geniuses here. What are the chances of that?? When you think about it, quite good. (Note to fellow White Folks: Just pull yourselves up by those old bootstraps, etc.)

Next time I'll try to get back to pop, looking at some 2024 albums I'm only getting around to now.

Alas, the world is on fire. I'd like to help put it out but I've been a bit under the weather lately. Being agnostic and yet oddly superstitious, I put the former on hold while I tried to make a deal with God before the election. That didn't work out - Harris lost AND I got sick. 

For the sake of ending our current nightmare, I'm willing to give it another try, but I fear God may be agnostic towards me, too. Fair enough. 

I'll have to remind him I do, in fact, exist, and - more importantly - he's the one with the lightning bolts.

Thursday, January 25, 2024

The 13th Annual Jaybee-bies: 23 and Me

Alex G, Not Jesus C
Alex G, Not Jesus C

Executive Summary:

Music: Pop good.  Jazz and Blues great.

Music/Personal: Still striving for competence on guitar. 

Personal: I'm a grandfather now, and getting close to retirement.

Politics: Too many wars, dictators, climate deniers, and general assholery.


Abstract:

Pop in a holding pattern.

Jazz strikes back. 

The Blues never went away.

Oldies make a comeback. 

Fascists making a comeback, too, and way too many people are okay with it.

(Note: Shouldn't abstracts be longer than executive summaries??)


Humans:

Best:

The same group as last year but with one addition:

  • An ex-President - Jimmy Carter

Worst:

And the bar just keeps getting lower:

  • Jim Jordan
  • Tucker Carlson/Jesse Watters/Marc Levin/Laura Ingraham (what's plural for despicable?)
  • Elise Stefanik
  • An ex-President. You Know Who.
  • The Usual Suspects


Best Books:


Best Movies:    

  • Poor Things
  • Oppenheimer

I'm sure there were other good ones, but I don't get out much.


Best TV:

  • Ted Lasso
  • The White Lotus
  • The Bear
  • Baby J
  • Slow Horses
  • Reservation Dogs
  • Catastrophe

Suddenly I'm a couch potato.


Best Concerts:

None. I'm still waiting for one that's worth time/trouble/$.


Music Awards:

Most Work (But Worth it): 

Most Work (And Possibly Not Worth It): 

Educationally worth it, musically, not so much: all that time spent on Lou Reed, and specifically his first five solo records. Granted, it was wonderful to re-listen to the VU albums, and the good LR solo-ish records. But I was hearing those first five from scratch. And none of them cracked my top ten. Some way to spend the summer, huh?

Most Surprising (and Not Necessarily in a Good Way): 

But this year it is in a good way! (Lou Reed doesn't count, because I didn't have high hopes to begin with. Thank god for the Steely Dan book. I finally got to it after Christmas. I should have read it sooner. It reminded me of how they produced way more great music in the 1970s than Reed managed. They weren’t exactly summer breezes either but at least they had something to show for it.

Most Disappointing: 

The Dismemberment Plan: Emergency & I

Best Nostalgia:

Talking Heads: The Name of this Band Is Talking Heads - They really were a great band with great songs, just like I thought.

Best Artist: 

Miles Davis, due to sheer volume. 

I got ten (eight new) albums by him, and aside from Bag's Groove and Aghartha, I haven't gotten to the bottom of any of them yet.

The eight new ones came from two "Four Classic Album" collections. Here they are:

  • Cookin'
  • Steamin'
  • Workin'
  • Relaxin'
  • Miles Ahead
  • Sketches of Spain
  • Porgy and Bess
  • Elevator to the Gallows

I will get to this before I die.

Best Albums of My Year:

At first, I felt like I had to split genres this year because it seemed ridiculous to put Alex G ahead of Roots of Jazz Funk. But because I lean pop-centric, I'm enjoying Alex more right now. In a couple of years, though, who knows if that'll still be true? 

But goddamn it, my pop-democratic brain decided to mix them back up. The only true genre is Good, and that's subjective anyway.

  1. Alex G: God Save the Animals
  2. The Beths: Expert in a Dying Field
  3. Various Artists: Roots of Jazz Funk
  4. Galaxie 500: On Fire
  5. Duke Ellington Orchestra: At Newport
  6. Talk Talk: Spirit of Eden
  7. The Smile: A Light for Attracting Attention
  8. Miles Davis: Bag's Groove
  9. Fleetwood Mac: Live at the Boston Tea Party, Vol. 1.
  10. Thelonious Monk: Genius of Modern Music, Vol. 2

Honorable Mentions/Also-Rans/Tieds for Tenth: John Coltrane: Africa Brass, Forlorne: Daydream HangoverSun Ra: Lanquidity, Alvvays: Blue Rev

Oh, and Mrs. Jaybee's Favorites:

What can I say? She's way better at staying current than I am.

Best Compilations:

  1. Ella Fitzgerald
  2. Coasters
  3. Billie Holiday

Album I listened to the most but had the least to Say About (Due to Density – Mine, not the music's.)

Erik Satie: The Music of Satie


Some of the best songs - including some great jazz - I heard this year can be found here.


Conclusions:

A new granddaughter has pushed my musical concerns back to somewhat normal proportions. A positive development I think.

Pop was good but not great, a crucial difference. It does make me wonder if I'm all Popped out. Maybe I'm at that point where I get off the fence and stick to finding great older records and give up on current stuff. I've felt this way before and what typically happens is that someone puts out a pop album that completely dominates my imagination. I hope it happens. I'd like to avoid geezerdom if possible.

Jazz and blues filled the gap. The former via new records and the latter by dipping into ones I already had, more or less. (Sorry that BB and Sonny Boy count as 2022 records I just hadn't gotten to yet.)

Still nice to still have a democracy. But I'm worried.

Friday, November 24, 2023

Some of That Jazz


Ah, Jazz. You only take up 5% of my record collection, but lately, you've been taking up half of my listening. 

Rock 'n roll got a fifteen-year head start on you in my house. And you could never make up that ground as long as pop would remain my default setting. I'd only visit the Jazz section of the record store after having thoroughly combed the Pop bins. 

But you were never an afterthought. You were always there, just over the horizon, beckoning, reminding me that if I truly was the music lover I imagined myself to be, I'd need to broaden my horizons. 

I was one of those very serious teenagers. At least as annoying as the Zeppelin-loving potheads. I had to prove to my parents - but mostly myself - that "rock music" was as good as, or better than, any other kind of music, So I pulled away from anything simplistic or hedonistic, preferring the Allman Brothers and the Dead, probably because I could point to their virtuosity as proof of their superiority. 

I also dabbled in prog rock. It's harder to play so it must be "better" right?

Luckily, for me, rock had a way of flipping the script. As I got older that very serious-sounding prog rock began to come off as a bit pompous and silly, whereas unpretentious records like "Louie Louie"  became a source of joy. 

All it really took was a sense of humor. Once I got one of those I embraced the joy wherever I could find it while still shunning the downright stupid. 

Once I found my way, it opened up whole new vistas and old ones I had previously dismissed. And as long as I kept exploring things would never have time to get stale. And while rock is the greatest thing, it's not the only thing. Eventually, I'd make my way outside of rock altogether. 

The most obvious places to go were Classical and Jazz, the latter being more welcoming because it had - scoff if you will - some similarities to rock music. Melodies, rhythm, passion, and blues, to name a few. So there was a way in.

But Jazz, you could still be work. Your songs came from the pre-Beatles era, and your chords were rarely just major or minor, thus your solos were for a time unfathomable. Also, your sound quality really didn't get good until the 1950s, which is why I latched onto small combos (like the Beatles, Jaybee?) rather than big bands. It wasn't simple, but I persisted.  

Okay, I'll stop talking to Jazz at this point. (He/she never does answer.)

Perhaps I needed to convey that my expertise in Jazz is very limited (Not that I can be trusted with Pop, where my taste tends to skew weird. What till I tell you about that Galaxie 500 record I just got...) so it takes me a while to get my head around most Jazz records. 

Add to that my propensity to deep dive where I barely have the right to dip my toe, and it can take forever. I have a long, meandering unpublished post on three multi-album collections (Bill Evans, John Coltrane, Thelonious Monk) adding up to, oh, 28 f*cking albums. 


But very occasionally I slow down and focus. I'll get less voluminous collections and actually pay attention to them. 


Ella Fitzgerald: Sings the Cole Porter Songbook

A while back, Mrs. Jaybee picked up the Ella Fitzgerald 75th Birthday Celebration to teach her students about scat singing. While it's a perfectly good collection, I was already completely obsessed with the Magnetic Fields' 3-CD 69 Love Songs which we got at the same time. So there goes Pop shoving Jazz out of the way again.

Years passed and I felt no compunction to get anything more from Ella Fitzgerald. I'd gotten her best of, didn't I? 

But whenever I'd peruse various GOAT Jazz Album lists, there she'd be with her Cole Porter songbook. I only knew Porter from what I heard on Red Hot and Blue. No need for more, right? Right?

25 years later...

As much pop as it is jazz, The Cole Porter Songbook is a delight throughout. The clever lyrics and cleverer melodies turn out to be a perfect fit for that incomparable voice, and these thirty-five delightful songs glide by in no time at all. 

A

"Anything Goes"









Duke Ellington: At Newport 1956 Complete

In a case of deja vu all over again, I'd gotten the very fine 3-CD DE Centennial Edition (1927-1973) which should have been enough, right? 

But as with Ella another Duke album kept popping up that for decades I had convinced myself I had no need for. Boy was I wrong.

I opted for the expanded 2 CD version, which includes the entire concert including the between-song patter and the band opening with a perfectly good "Star Spangled Banner". (Hendrix rules, though.) So things aren't as compact as I'd like them to be, but I can live with that.

It's one thing to listen to the original recordings of these songs on Centennial and enjoy them despite the relatively poor sound quality. But to hear his band dig into these songs with such gusto live, well that's another thing entirely.

And yes, "Diminuendo in D" is everything you heard it was.

A


Many years ago, I inadvertently banished Billie Holiday from my day-to-day play choices when she committed an unpardonable sin. Drugs or some other immoral behavior, you ask? Worse, she kept distracting me and Mrs. Jaybee as we engaged in our weekly Sunday Jumble competition. 

In her defense, we were listening to a single LP best-of (which is a ridiculous notion) which threw together all kinds of styles that didn't naturally flow together. So it was very detrimental to our ability to determine that OIAPN was in fact PIANO.

But really, the issue was that Billie forced you to listen, and I wasn't prepared to do that at the time. She was just too damned intense. 

I knew I'd eventually have to replace that single LP with something more cohesive and comprehensive. I did investigate it, checking Consumer Reports and the ever-reliable user ratings on Amazon, and I finally landed on this one.

Two CDs (and a DVD I haven't even bothered viewing yet).  Honestly, at first, I gave it a few listens and left it for a while. (I was in my Blues period.) It was only this past week when I caught a bad cold that I found myself spellbound. I think it was because I didn't have the strength to do anything else, so I just gave myself over to it, and well, wow. An embarrassment of riches, even if some fanatics think it could have been better. It is just fine as it is.

A



















I wish I could say I needed another Miles Davis record. I think I just keep chasing the original high from Kind of Blue and A Tribute to Jack Johnson. Alas, he's always Miles Ahead of me. I'll never catch up, but I keep trying.

Recorded in 1954 but only released in 1957 - a year when he released six(!) albums.

This is a remarkably smooth and often brilliant record. The band includes Sonny Rollins and Thelonious Monk, just not on the same songs. But everyone brought their A-game, and this is a thrill. The only issue is that the title cut(s) is so great, that the remaining excellent ones have to catch up.

I'll wait.

A-





Again? Yeah. I couldn't help it.

Everyone more or less came around to Miles' controversial electric period in the early 1970s. This record is one of several live double albums he released at the time and is considered the best.

And it sure is better and more focused than that overrated "classic" Bitch's Brew. More rhythmic, more intense. More soloing, less dicking around.

A-

"Prelude, Part 1" (Because who but Miles would title a 30-minute cut "Prelude"?} 

At this point, I'll pause because I'm still listening to Miles Davis: Four Classic Albums. 

Narrator: And yet, this was overheard at the Jaybee Thanksgiving dinner table:
"Hey honey, I noticed there's another "Four Classic Albums" by Miles Davis on Amazon. How about that, huh?"