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We're revamping our website infrastructure, so Huckleberry, Bagheera, and I will be taking the day off. Out guest cat-blogger in Mia, who is enjoying a special bonding moment with her human, Ayre's Steve Silberman.
And, in addition to offering our felicitations to Steve and Carly Smart on their upcoming nuptuals, let us also congratulate them on giving their cat a name she can actually pronounce.
Speaking of Carla Bley, her ex-husband, Paul Bley, has a new CD, Solo in Mondsee (ECM), and it’s quietly stunning. I’m a bit late with this—the album came out last summer—but then again, it was recorded in 2001, so who’s counting? Paul Bley has been one of the piano giants in jazz for over a half-century. He may be more famous for those he’s introduced to the jazz scene. He led, I think, the first jazz trio that featured Charles Mingus on bass. While house pianist at the Hillcrest Club in Los Angeles in 1958, he hired Ornette Coleman to play with him (when nobody else would); in fact, what…
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Jon Fine nicely spanks David Brooks for "putting on his old man hat."
Honestly, every time somebody says anything along the lines of "all of x music" sounds the same, he or she is expressing his or her stone ignorance about that subject. I don't care whether it was me dissing disco back in the '70s, my red-diaper—baby cohort slagging punk for being "decadent" in the early '80s, or Ken Kessler dismissing classical collectors for wanting to experience multiple interpretations of the same work at HE2007—it's an admission of one's limited experience and lack of interest. Nothing more, nothing…
I saw Maria Schneider’s Jazz Orchestra at the Jazz Standard last night, for at least the 12th time in as many years, and they—both she and the band—get more and more dazzling with each visit. As I noted a couple months back, with the release of her latest CD, Sky Blue (available only from ArtistShare.com or MariaSchneider.com), Schneider’s compositions have grown both denser and airier—rich harmonies stacked on brisk, flowing melodies, swaying to rhythms at once buoyant, complex, and danceable. Her ballads are sweet and lovely without oozing into sentimentality. Her upbeat numbers are snappy…