Recording of April 1991: Rhythm, Blues, Soul & Grooves
<B>BOBBY KING & TERRY EVANS: <I>Rhythm, Blues, Soul & Grooves</I></B><BR>
Rounder 2101 (LP), CD 2101 (CD). Brian Levi, eng.; Bobby King, Terry Evans, prods. AAA/AAD. TT: 49:53
<B>BOBBY KING & TERRY EVANS: <I>Rhythm, Blues, Soul & Grooves</I></B><BR>
Rounder 2101 (LP), CD 2101 (CD). Brian Levi, eng.; Bobby King, Terry Evans, prods. AAA/AAD. TT: 49:53
In my rather jaded <A HREF="http://www.stereophile.com/asweseeit/the_1986_winter_ces/">report from the 1986 Winter CES</A> (Vol.9 No.2), I remarked that there was nothing really new in the field of high-end audio. Well, I was wrong. I overlooked the Acoustic Sciences Corporation Tube Traps, a patented new acoustic device designed by Arthur Noxon (president of ASC). The Traps represent the first practical and effective solution to a perennial audiophile problem: standing waves in the listening room.
Is it the atmosphere? The power line? Your brain? Does your system's sound quality vary from day to day?
John DeVore designs loudspeakers and plays a nasty air guitar.
Among the many compelling jazz pianists still around, Ran Blake may be the oddest (and the most unjustly, though understandably, obscure). He can’t swing for more than a few bars; he tends to change keys at random intervals; for this reason, he usually plays solo, figuring that few musicians have the patience for his quirks (though some of his best albums—<I>The Short Life of Barbara Monk</I>, <I>Suffield Gothic</I>, <I>That Certain Feeling</I>, and <I>Masters from Different Worlds</I>—were collaborative efforts, involving such established artists as Steve Lacy, Clifford Jordan, and Houston Person). Yet there’s magic in Blake’s music; his chords, dissonant but heartfelt, seem to waft out of a dream. Now in his 70s, a longtime teacher at the New England Conservatory, Blake has called himself a filmmaker who doesn’t know how to hold a camera, and his albums all have a cinematic flavor. (Many years ago, he recorded the soundtrack of Hitchcock’s <I>Vertigo</I> and told me afterward that he could see scenes of the film in his head while he was playing.) Even when not playing movie themes, his songs possess a narrative impulse; he’s a very instinctive pianist (by his own admission, he’s not a strong sight-reader), and he seems to have some weird synaptic nerve that translates images in his brain to chords and intervals in his fingers.
The “Monk at Town Hall” tribute-concerts on Thursday and Friday night (which I previewed in my last blog) were as riveting as I’d expected—in the case of Charles Tolliver’s re-creation of Monk’s 1959 concert, much more so. Tolliver transcribed the original concert off the Monk LP, assembled a top-notch 10-piece band to play the parts, and conducted the score with precision except to let the hornmen improvise their solos. It’s a risky enterprise to invite comparison to a classic (cf. Gus Van Sant’s shot-by-shot remake of <I>Psycho</I>), but Tolliver roared into the ring and more than held his own. It wasn’t quite the marvel of the original—nobody can do all the things Monk did on the piano, and Tolliver’s drummer held back too much (Monk’s drummer, Art Taylor, splashed around the trap set, heightening the tension and release)—but it came very close. Stanley Cowell shadowed Monk’s piano runs with startling fidelity. Rufus Reid plucked the bassline with authority and soul. Several of the soloists rocked the full house—especially Howard Johnson on bari sax, Aaron Johnson on tuba, and the young Marcus Strickland on tenor sax, who outdid Charlie Rouse for sheer verve. The whole band plowed through these absurdly difficult tunes with crackling aplomb, swinging like crazy, as Monk might have said.
The quiet evenings leading up to a DeVore Fidelity <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/an_investment_in_soul/">Monke…; event are passed by searching through your record collection for the perfect LPs. Every attendee will offer their own ideas of interesting and exciting music, and you will not be outdone by some other audiophile. You decide to bring one of your 2009 <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/records2die4/">R2D4 selections</a>, <i>Lo Dice Todo</i> by Grupo Folklorico y Experimental Nuevayorquino; Richard Hayman's <i><a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/genuine_electric_latin_love_m… Electric Latin Love Machine</a></i>, not only for the persuasive content but also for the outstanding album art; and El Guincho's <i>Alagranza!</i> because you're pretty certain it'll shock and impress the crowd.
If you visit our <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/news/">News Desk</a>, you'll find my announcement of Michael Fremer's latest DVD, <i><a href="http://www.stereophile.com/news/itsa_vinyl_world_after_alli/">It's A Vinyl World, After All</a></i>. While Michael offers an entertaining look into the world of vinyl manufacturing and provides tons of valuable information on record collecting, handling, cleaning, and storage, I did have one minor criticism:
During a recent e-mail exchange with <a href="http://www.musicdirect.com">Music Direct</a>'s Josh Bizar, the topic turned to record cleaning. Josh shared with me his "Secret Record Cleaning Method."
"It's time to turn down the lights: NHT is going quiet."