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Day 134… 135… 136 … (or Day 133 continued)

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

After about four days of work, I have finally finished transferring all the music that is on my main computer and NOT represented on disc over to the server. It was a huge task… almost four thousand items, thirteen and a half days worth of music that is represented by only 35 GB of data. Since these are mostly MP3s (even though they are high quality MP3s), it is amazing how little space these tracks take up compared to the lossless files. However, I still think the decision to rip the CDs as lossless was the right way to go (as the project so far is getting close to 400 GB with only about 1/3 of the CDs ripped).

The biggest annoyance (and it really is a silly one) is that I had let this much material accumulate without properly getting it organized properly. When I’m ripping a few CDs in a night, it takes maybe an hour and I am able to organize things as they are ripped. But over the past few days I think I had close to 400 albums to organize, and it really became quite tedious. I would say ‘this won’t happen again’, but I’m going to wait a few months to really see if that is the case.

Looking forward to getting back to actual discs tomorrow…

Day 133. Tons ‘o Stuff…

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

Tonight I am taking a break from CD ripping. Instead, I am preparing to do something that I haven’t done in a couple of years now… wipe out the iTunes library on my main computer.

I used to wipe the library out every six months or so. It was a way to keep new music coming on and rotating off anything that I had gotten a little stuck on. But this slowed down a couple years ago when I joined eMusic. Before eMusic, everything on my computer was represented with an actual physical disc in my house. I never got into the torrent / file sharing thing, so I was never in a situation where there were gigabytes of music on my computer that I didn’t actually have. So a couple times a year, I would just erase everything and have a good time going through the CD shelf and finding music I hadn’t heard for some time. But with months and months of purchases on the computer that I hadn’t burned to disc, a simple ‘select-all – delete’ wasn’t really possible. So I have spent a good chunk of time tonight going through my main computer’s iTunes library, and copying files over to DAC. 10 gigs down, about another 30 to go.

One thing I noticed quite quickly while doing this is how much classical I have purchased over the past two years. Especially early music from the ars nova and renaissance. Luckily eMusic sells pretty high quality VBR mp3s, but as I look at what I have been purchasing, I really wish they had a lossless option. At the same time, this is also music that has been very difficult to find otherwise. Even online, getting outside the late baroque / classical / romantic repertoire is tricky to find. Especially at a reasonable price. I think it is great that Harmonia Mundi and a number of other specialty labels have found their way to online distribution. My guess is the amount of physical inventory that they press now is starting to dwindle, but hopefully they find life in what is looking like this next arena of distribution.

The other category that is well represented is folk and blues. So lots of Peter, Paul and Mary tonight, some Richie Havens and some discs from Aarhoolie are finding there way onto the server finally.

The biggest downside is categorizing. This is a massive amount of music that I am suddenly throwing on in one night. It really locks the computer down during the initial import (on the one hand), then afterwards I have to go through and trick iTunes into putting this music into the right place on the server. I discovered that using the ‘Album Artist’ field in the tracks info boxes, that this will control what folder something shows up in. Since Subsonic sorts according to directories, this has been my main way of organizing things (while also making sensible playlists within iTunes for home streaming). The way tracks are labelled is not standardized at all, especially with classical music. Sometimes the composers name won’t appear anywhere relevant. If I had my way, I would ask the organizing powers that be to give me the job of controlling ‘cddb’, correcting the decades worth of poor organization and wrong information. If someone knows how this job can be given to me, please drop me a line.

Day 130. Stray Cats, Sundays, 3 Leg Torso and Smokey and Miho.

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Just a very quick post about tonight’s discs… a couple from one of Portland’s finest groups 3 Leg Torso, some Stray Cats, The Sundays and Smokey and Miho. And these quick notes are about music that I imagine doesn’t get around much.

I imagine just about everyone would recognize at least a couple Stray Cats songs, but if you are into digging around for obscure discs, the actual album releases that the Stray Cats put out are well worth the effort. Nothing against ‘Rock This Town’ and ‘(She’s) Sexy & 17’, which are fine songs, but on the albums you often had long stretches (this means greater then 30 seconds in Stray Cats song terms) of the group really taking off and jamming. Some of Brian Setzer’s finest playing is in these stretches. In the ‘90s, Brian Setzer would do some cool stuff that was heavily involved with lots of the swing music revival going on around the same time, but it is really the sound of him, Lee Rocker and Slim Jim that produced such an exciting and tight sound. ‘Blast Off!’ and ‘Built For Speed’ are in my collection, if anyone happens to have ‘Rant and Rave’, please let me know… One of my earliest memories at Tower in Roseville had to do with walking into the art office where Jude and another guy (covered in tattoos) were listening ‘Built For Speed’ at a pretty high volume, and there was lots of air guitar going on.

Smokey and Miho put out two EPs, available on a one disc compilation as well. The group came together after Miho left Cibo Matto, and she and Smokey Hormel discovered a mutual love of Bossa Nova. The playing on these ten songs is great, and if you like Bossa Nova, this is another disc that I highly recommend trying to track down. One EP is covers, the other is (I think) all originals, and they put together a great group for the project.

3 Leg Torso’s albums are much trickier to find. Released on smaller labels (and at one time distributed by Tower Records, which is how I came across them… we were even lucky enough at Tower Berkeley to have them stop in for a performance), the music is a beautiful mix of Eastern European folk music, jazz, early 20th century classical music and tango. Originally a trio of violin, cello and accordion, the group now tours with a larger ensemble. If you live in the Northwest, keep an eye out for them.

Day 129. The Animals, David Grisman and Jerry Garcia.

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

After listening to Eric Burdon and War earlier in the day, Celia pointed to a two disc compilation by The Animals for tonight’s rips. And I grabbed my Jerry Garcia and David Grisman discs.

When the Grisman / Garcia discs came out, it seemed like they were released just for me. At the end of high school and the beginning of college, after growing up with the Grateful Dead and finally getting into David Grisman after getting over my fear of the cover of ‘Hot Dawg’, the collaboration of these two (and really, the whole group on these recordings) opened my eyes up in many ways to what making music can be. These are recordings made by two guys that were getting together just for the love of getting together to play, and they had the means to record it as well. These were put out by Grisman’s label ‘Acoustic Disc’ and were a great combination of styles and influences. Bluegrass, country, jazz and Dawg and Dead all seeped in together. A great example is the song ‘Grateful Dawg’ on the first Grisman / Garcia disc, in which both musicians seem to trade solos in the other musician’s styles.  Part of the joke seemed to be that they were really making fun of each others cliches while also building up a set of trading choruses in good old jazz fashion. Each seems to out do the other with each chorus, and while you can’t hear any chuckles in the recording I can only imagine how much they were laughing at each other during playbacks. If you ever get a chance to hear ‘The Pizza Tapes’ (also featuring Tony Rice) you actually get to hear some of this joking around and playful ribbing between everyone. To me, this confirms that these projects were lots of fun for all involved, and the music on these recordings really seems to capture that spirit. Some of the music also comes from old folk traditions, some from when the two played together in different projects in the early ‘70s, but it all reflects a great love of music and being musicians.

After Jerry Garcia died, David Grisman went through the tapes he had and put together a number of discs that reflected the days the two spent together recordings. In one set of liner notes, Grisman noted how special these sessions were, and how much he would miss having them. Luckily, they captured quite a bit. And one thing that I learned from these discs is how much better music is when the players are having a good time.

Day 128. Richard Strauss, Miles Davis Quintet, Saint-Saëns and Satie

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Tonight’s rips were a few discs of Saint-Saëns (mostly chamber music) some Satie, a disc of Karajan conducting Richard Strauss and a four-disc set of the Miles Davis Quintet (specifically his concerts in Stockholm from 1960, with a couple shows featuring the last few with John Coltrane and a few more with Sonny Stitt on tenor).

I picked up the Strauss disc while preparing to play ‘Death and Transfiguration’ in the orchestra at UC Berkeley. I hadn’t heard much Strauss  yet at the time, but playing the piece made me very interested in his work. The bass parts were pretty amazing, and the more I listened to his work the more I was amazed at his melodic construction. The lines would sweep over wide intervals, yet they would still be so operatic and dramatic. Bass parts that would move across two octaves in a little more then a measure! It was one of the times I remember seeing notes on a page, and not believing they could possibly be the correct ones. Until the moment we played them.

The biggest surprise to me though was the end of the piece, or rather the last 4 minutes or so of the piece (the ‘Transfiguration’ section). After violent, dark death throes and moments of resigned but dark calm, a huge C major chord emerges and fades away for the rest of the piece. Apparently, Strauss really wanted to write a piece that ended in C major. The preparation for this chord though, and the duration that it lasts, makes this unlike just about any other C major chord. The chord that just about any piano student learns first, one of the first that just about any musician learns, and probably the chord just about anyone would play if you asked them to play a major chord. I wouldn’t be surprised if it may be one of the most heard chords in western culture. And the idea that Strauss felt like he couldn’t end a piece (in the late 19th century) in C major hints at the feeling that such a thing was too cliche. The length of the chord and how it disappears though creates something more then a chord itself. It is stunningly beautiful because of what precedes the moment, and the way the spectrum of the chord dissipates is, for its time, a beautiful experiment.

The Miles Davis discs are an interesting way to organize a collection – find the shows that a group recorded in a city over the course of a year. It becomes even more interesting when that is a group in transition, coming off of experimental success, and falling apart at the same time. A year after ‘Kind of Blue’, the group has taken the approach that led to the album into the live arena. But Coltrane is about to take off onto his own (taking some of those ideas from ‘Kind of Blue’ to new extremes) and it will take years before Miles pulls together a group again that will have as much consistency and the ability to start exploring again as the quintet that created ‘Kind of Blue’. Sonny Stitt (in the later concerts) play great, but hearing Coltrane in the earlier set shows him taking steps and risks that will propel the rest of his career.

On the first track (‘So What’) as Coltrane begins his solo, it sounds like he misses something … perhaps he didn’t adjust his embouchure when he held down the octave key, or he misses a fingering in his quick melodic passage that causes there to be a strange break in the register. Something doesn’t quite speak right, and rather then pause and move on, he takes the sound that has been created and plays with it for a couple of choruses. After he has explored it, he goes on and shapes basically what seems like a second solo. His solos on these recordings get quite long actually, and are filled with exploring possibilities of small fragments or ideas.

Another treat on the disc is a short radio interview with Coltrane, and the interviewer asks Coltrane about comments that his playing is ‘angry’. After hearing such long extended explorations of sometimes furious notes, you can see how on a casual listen it may sound hectic or filled with frustration. But Coltrane explains that he doesn’t feel like his playing is angry at all, and that he can’t really understand why others would say this about his playing. When I first got the discs, I went back and listened to the tracks again right after hearing the interview and can see how a very superficial hearing of his playing would seem angry. But I also really can’t place myself in the circumstances. I’m not a guy in an audience in 1960, much less a white guy in a possibly segregated audience watching black musicians on stage. At the time, hearing someone play with such such focused energy and intensity could be seen as anger. Hearing Coltrane say that he doesn’t think it is angry at all though shows how much he was focused on what he was creating with the group he was in. Not that he was ignoring the audience, but his primary concern was exploring the material that came to him and the group the moment it was happening.

The more I hear these recordings though, the more I feel like I am missing something by hearing them over and over again. Listening to them once is a treat. But going back to hear them a second time, to have that opportunity (while amazing) also makes these performances feel more permanent they they ever were. To hear these in the moment in 1960 when they were created was what this music was intended for. To hear it once 40 later is lets you imagine that moment. The hear it over and over again for 10 years starts to make it seem less spontaneous on one hand (I can even hum along on some of the solos at this point). So there is a special part of this performance that starts to disappear. But I also have the benefit of being able to see just how amazing the construction of these moments was, and how the musicianship of Coltrane, Miles Davis and everyone else in the group is pretty stunning. The more you hear it and become familiar with these fleeting moments of performance, the more you can appreciate the level of playing on these recordings. So on the one hand, the feeling that this is a ‘moment’ seems to disappear. But on the other, there is a level of appreciation that you can only get from repeated listening and learning affords us. The real question might be… is that trade off worth it?

Perhaps the fact that I’m asking shows that I need to see more live music.

Day 123. Bud Powell.

Friday, July 9th, 2010

While the blog posts have slowed down, the ripping hasn’t. But as I dig more and more into the back shelves as well as a number of discs that I have picked up to fill out parts of a collection (for instance, my Idil Biret Chopin discs which are quite good but don’t really hold a special place in my mind) I was finding that I just wasn’t that into writing about everything. Not that the choice discs in my collection have been exhausted – there are still quite a few left. But since most of those were on the visible part of my shelves, it stands to reason that fewer and fewer of those discs are left. I still want to rip them all, just don’t feel a want to talk about all of them.

So there has been some Chopin this week, some more Faure and finally some Bud Powell. In terms of listening to jazz, I came to Bud Powell kind of late. Mostly because I was usually more drawn to horn players. But within the last five years or so, the pianists I have finally gotten around to listening to (Bud Powell, Andrew Bird and Mal Waldron for example) have all given me a much deeper appreciation for the piano in jazz. Though it is not as though I didn’t have some appreciation before. It’s just that it was always in the context of other players. I came to Red Garland and McCoy Tyner through John Coltrane, and I like Nat King Cole’s piano playing, but you really pay attention to his singing. I did start listening to Thelonious Monk pretty early on, and since I really liked him, if I wanted to put on some jazz piano I would put on Monk. So much jazz piano seemed to take the idea of playing as fast as possible (Dizzy Gillespie once said bop was his way to play music so fast that no one else could keep up) didn’t quite fare as well on piano. On trumpet or saxophone playing a single line as fast as possible works well. On piano it can (and often did) become cacophonous. So finding piano players that did play impressively fast bop yet seemed to really focus so much on a melodic line was, for some reason, a surprise. It really shouldn’t have been… but I still remember putting on my first Bud Powell disc and being surprised how melodic his music was. And how interesting the chord voicings were. Most of all, it seemed like there was an aspect of bop I had never noticed, and I was hooked all over again.

And the funny thing is, it was an album cover that made me pick up my first Bud Powell disc (shown above). First – it is a classic Blue Note cover, wonderful filtered pic of the artist. But it is the kid looking over his shoulder that really caught me. The album was recorded later in Bud’s career, when medication for schizophrenia (after a couple of mental hospital stays) has started to slow his playing down. The title of the album (“The Scene Changes”) hints a bit at the poetics of the cover. He knows he is the old guy, and that the younger ones are coming in. There is still a respect for him of course, but he knows that he is on his way out, and it is important that he passes whatever he can on to the younger generation. Blue Note has so many great covers from this period, but I think this one may be the most beautiful one they ever did.

Day 111. Thelonious Monk.

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

One of my favorite parts of taking jazz improv classes (which I really only did for a few years at the community college level) was that at some point in the semester we would usually end up watching the Thelonious Monk documentary ‘Straight, No Chaser’. It is a great documentary, and I think I saw it 5-6 times in school. (As a quick aside, the other film that would find its way into the curriculum of many classes was the James Baldwin documentary ‘The Price Of The Ticket’, which I also saw 5-6 times… I don’t say this in any way as a complaint… Both of these are amazing documentaries, and if there are any two films every undergraduate should see 5-6 times in the pursuit of their Bachelor’s degree these are the two).  Monk’s story was amazing, and whether or not he had mental illness to overcome (never confirmed though highly suspected), there can be no mistake that he was a musical genius. The intricacy and complexity of his playing rewards multiple listenings. At first you may be drawn to the sharply angular melodies or sharp syncopations. After another listen or two, your ear may start to recognize bits and pieces of the original melody, displaced by octaves and stretched or shrunk on the fly. And one of the most amazing things I tend to find in Monk’s playing is his impeccable timing… he knows when to stop and let the others play (usually so he could stand up and dance). It may seem quirky, but just about everything he played was very musical and very deeply thought out, even if the amount of time allowed for the thought was only a few moments.

And though I say above that the documentary is an amazing thing to see (even over and over again), it is also a little depressing. After spending a few weeks learning scales and how to play over different changes (and taking your 2 chorus turn when you were pointed to) we would be shown this video. Why, oh why, would an instructor do this to us? To crush our spirits? Show us what can’t really be attained? Because there was at least once or twice that this happened to me. Here I’ve been, with my saxophone or guitar for a few weeks, trying to become a better jazz improvisor, and then I’m shown videos of Thelonious Monk operating at a musical level that I imagine no one in that room could operate at. But what I finally got out of that video is that while we certainly can’t be Monk, there really isn’t anyone else that can be either. I’m not sure if this was something we were supposed to figure out on our own or not, or even if our instructor that this, but I think the point was that if we are going to make any mark in music, we need to figure out what our voice is going to be, then practice our art every day after that.

The problem with that kind of thinking is that it seems like these are clear cut steps. And there certainly aren’t. The more I’ve thought about it actually, it seems like you are supposed to cycle through these steps many many times. If you don’t, you get stuck, possibly too smoothed out. Not that you shouldn’t try to refine what you do, but if you aren’t re-exploring all the time either, chances are you aren’t experimenting either. There is music among the Thelonious Monk discs I ripped tonight that spans over three decades. And what it seems to me that Monk was able to do was find an excellent balance between these two extremes. Monk sounds like Monk in the 40s and in the 60s. He gets to play with most of the greats (but at the same time the greats got to play with him). And you can tell that he is listening and absorbing what he is hearing, and conversing with them all.

For the past few weeks, there has been a double bass in the window of a pawn shop here in Tacoma, and every time I have driven by it I have been tempted to take a look at it and see how much it is. While I play other instruments, bass is still the only one I probably can see myself getting back to performance level with again (over a few years to be sure). But yesterday, it was gone. I have other stories about instruments that I have seen in stores (some even that I worked in) that one day just disappears. Now – I certainly don’t have the money to just plop down and buy good instruments (assuming this was a good bass… a stretch I’m sure), but at the same time a number of these opportunities have passed me by and I begin to realize how much I miss performing. I should start to think about how to do that again. And soon. Because I think one of the things my composing needs more then anything else right now is my ear hearing what others do first hand again. Hearing Monk again playing with John Coltrane helped remind me of this.

Day 106. Jane’s Addiction, The Lively Ones … and much more.

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

Tonight’s rips  were mostly a blind grab from the front and back of the shelf… Jane’s Addiction, Jamiroquai, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Annie Lennox, The Lively Ones  and Lester Young.

The Lively Ones disc ‘Greatest Surf Hits’ is mostly a compilation of covers of other surf songs with a couple originals thrown in.  Lots of reverb, some tremolo, and great tunes. The Lively Ones had a sax player in the group which always made them stand out for me. My main gripe with this CD (and all their CDs, most of which I haven’t purchased yet) was the fact that they were all direct reproductions of the albums. There 12 songs on the disc (standard for US albums in the ‘60s) and it totals 28 minutes. And there are six albums of theirs to buy, and even a few years ago these were full priced. Now – I think this music is rad. I love surf music, and The Lively Ones were one of my favorite bands out of this genre. But 6 discs totally less the three hours of music for $16.99 or $17.99 a pop (and still as full priced $9.99 albums on iTunes)? With minimal work to needed to transfer them to CD? I realize they aren’t going to sell a lot in the first place, but at prices like that, they definitely won’t. It is good to see that they are on eMusic at least, so I imagine I will finally get to grab the rest of the discs. But it is pricing / marketing like this that really is still surprising to me about the music industry. Feels like robbery sometimes. And I wouldn’t be surprised if I could find downloads of this somewhere on the internet… yet this has been a path I have avoided for the most part. And something I am proud to say that I have avoided.

And part of the reason I am thinking about music theft is because of the Jane’s Addiction. About a week into working at Tower, I remember a couple kids acting strange over in the Pop/Rock and Soul racks, and I noticed that the other clerk was lazily keeping an eye on them.  They left without buying anything, and when I went over to where they were, there it was. An empty longboard box for ‘Ritual De Lo Habitual’. My first stolen disc. I hadn’t heard Jane’s Addiction yet, but noticed with a grin that track 5 was ‘Been Caught Stealing’. Well – these two guys weren’t. But it made me wonder how good the music must be for someone risk getting caught stealing it. So I picked it up. And it is pretty good. I became mild Jane’s Addiction fans because a couple other kids thought it was good enough to steal. Of course, as my years at Tower would go on (and I would even spend a couple years working loss prevention) I would find out that it wasn’t just good music people would steal. There was also stealing of bad music, stealing out of boredom, stealing out of the challenge of it and stealing to support habits. All of which I saw, and all of which I tend to think about when I put on this album.

Day 105. David Grisman.

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

I have mentioned once before (when talking about Django Reinhardt) that the cover of David Grisman’s album ‘Hot Dawg’ freaked me out as a kid. Sharp, angular, metallic bodies contorted around instruments make up the cover. It looks cold, and I remember thinking that this was a picture of people that had somehow been frozen into these forms involuntarily. Apparently as a kid, I was worried about being frozen into a form involuntarily. This probably came from some bad movie where a stop-motion Medusa turned men to stone, or some other magical evil… I can’t really remember. But I DO remember that David Grisman cover sitting in front of my dad’s records and those figures seemed to give me a cold scary stare. There is some irony here though, since the music on the album is highly influenced by jazz, bluegrass and folk music. Stephane Grapelli makes a guest appearance for a recording of his and Django’s ‘Minor Swing’ (the version I associated with the song until well into my teenage years). The opening number ‘Dawg’s Bull’ starts off with a quick pulse from the violin that slowly build up to the whole group playing some amazingly fast music. In unison. Very clean…

Now that I know the influences of this music much better, perhaps there isn’t such an irony to the cover art. This is 1970s jazz, a time period riddled with the cleanliness of fusion and the death of the 50s and 60s bop->hard-bop->out there jazz transitions. Not that the free jazz solo ever sold enough albums to be ‘replaced’ by another step in the evolution of jazz, but if John Coltrane had been alive during the time of Weather Report, I’d be curious to see how different the styles of jazz would have been. Probably not much different, and with recording technology (with multiple tracks and takes) became better it was probably unavoidable that jazz, as with rock, would move towards a similar slick recorded presentation. And though I still like ‘Hot Dawg’ quite a bit, and am amazed by the playing on the disc, the freer, looser feel on David Grisman’s Acoustic Disc label is the sound that I imagine he prefers. I wonder if ‘Hot Dawg’ recorded in the mid-90s would have sounded different. Little grittier, a little earthier.

Recordings are of course simply a record, not necessarily of a moment captured in time anymore, but possibly of many moments mixed together to get a performance that the artist wanted others to hear again and again. That’s hard to do. And as critical as I can be of what seems like a feeling of coldness on the part of ‘Hot Dawg’, I also have an image in my mind for some reason of listening to it in a dim room with just a fire in the fire place, and my dad laying on the floor and listening to it. Over the speakers, with the crackle of wood (and the snaps and pops of the vinyl) it probably sounded warmer then the CD I know have. And as long as I don’t think about that cover, this homey warmth is still the memory of this album that I have. No matter how many takes it took to record it.

Day 103. The Pixies, Nico and John Coltrane.

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

Tonight was just me randomly grabbing a few things off the shelf that were stacked up… among the discs were a couple of Pixies discs, Nico, and the Special Ultimate Über Edition of John Coltrane’s ‘A Love Supreme’.
The Pixies I mostly associate with the end of high school. Tamiko and I saw them open for U2 in Sacramento right before they broke up. I got into them more after seeing them. ‘Bossa Nova’ is perhaps part of the darkest album that I relate to my senior year of high school, a time where Tamiko and I had our most ups and downs (actually – mostly downs), my hair went through multiple colors, and my mood was often moody. ‘Bossa Nova’ fits into the mold pretty well. For some time, this dark horse of an album was my favorite Pixies disc until times got happier and ‘Doolittle’ took its rightful place at the top of the Pixies mantle. Not that ‘Bossa Nova’ doesn’t still have some good tracks, but it is just harder for me to get into the mood to hear Black Francis scream ‘Rock Music’ then it is to throw on ‘Hey’.
I have two Nico discs (not including my Velvet Underground collection). The first is ‘Chelsea Girl’ which Nico didn’t particularly care for herself. She says:
“I still cannot listen to it, because everything I wanted for that record, they took it away. I asked for drums, they said no. I asked for more guitars, they said no. And I asked for simplicity, and they covered it in flutes! … They added strings and – I didn’t like them, but I could live with them. But the flute! The first time I heard the album, I cried and it was all because of the flute”
On the one hand, I feel bad that she didn’t like the album so much. But all the things she is complaining about is also what I think makes the album so good. The second disc, a collection that contains a few tracks from ‘Chelsea Girl’, ‘Peel Slowly and See’ and more of her later work is only really strong because of those initial tracks. Both times I have listened to that disc, I’ve just gone back and put on the originals instead. Sorry Nico – I think the producers knew what they were doing. I can understand how she must have felt hearing the end result though, and I wonder why she allowed it to be released. Or maybe she didn’t have a choice?
‘A Love Supreme’ is easily in my top 10 albums. John Coltrane (as anyone who has read this blog probably knows) is easily one of my top 10 favorite artists. At the moment, it is hard to think of another album that would top it actually, but this is a fault of my own brain. Whenever one of my favorite albums comes to my mind, it tends to mask out the others that it would compete with. My mind just draws a blank about what could compete with it, and as long as I keep this brain problem in mind when thinking about my favorite albums, I will avoid saying something foolish like ‘this is my favorite album of all time!’. But there are certainly worse things to say in one’s life then ‘A Love Supreme’ is the best album ever made. It IS a masterpiece, recorded by THE Coltrane Quartet by Rudy Van Gelder. For decades, it existed only as the four tracks that make up the album, and I remember finding a bootlegged CD pressing of the single performance of the suite. I paid $40 for it, and was blown away at hearing the piece so differently. The live performance (now included in a cleaned up form on this two disc set) is from a festival in Antibes. It is just as beautiful. In some moments, even more so. In a couple of points, the playing pushes the performers to the max, and there are moments where some aspect falls apart. Coltrane runs out of breath, or the moment just gives McCoy Tyner a moment of pause. These ‘mistakes’ though are beautiful. They show these performers attempting to bring together this masterpiece in a live context, and it sounds so emotional. Those moments are their humanity, and when it comes down to it, it is humanity that this music is about. ‘A Love Supreme’ came out two years before Coltrane died. He had been through a number of hells, and had come through them a deeply spiritual and emotional man. The poetry that accompanies the work and the love that he describes couldn’t possibly have been played straight in performance, and I remember being struck when I first heard this recording how appropriate all these moments were. They made the work even more powerful. I’m so glad there is this other performance that was captured, but even more glad that there aren’t any more. A polished live performance could ruin the beauty of the one that does exist. And I’m not sure that the perfection that exists on the recording deserves to be anywhere else but on the studio one.