October 2000
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Summer Photographs and Memories
By Chris M. Slawecki
At the end of just about every year, most music journalists compile ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBest Of The YearÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ lists. Inevitably, journalists compiling such lists end up remarking about some release or another, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMan, I wish I had the space and time to write about that oneÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
and that oneÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
and thatÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
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I say this is foolishness and I say to hell with it. Here and now are space and time enough for quick snapshots of some of the music that helped get me through the summer of 2000.
B. B. King & Eric Clapton: Riding With The King (Reprise)
ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂI dreamed I had a good job, and I got well paid/ I blew it all at the penny arcade.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Upon that call, the first line to the opening song (the title track and a thumpinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ John Hiatt tune), Clapton and King stomp the blues-rock guitar door all the way down. The two sound as good on guitar and vocals as theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂve sounded in years, on a set of classics thatÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs relaxed and casual but well-played and at times intense. Classics include spirited workouts of ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂWorried Life BluesÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂKey To The Highway,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ plus a rowdy ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂHold On (IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂm CominÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ)ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and the softly blue closer ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂCome Rain Or Come Shine.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ The rhythm section of bassist Nathan East and drummer Steve Gadd cranks up the bumpinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and thumpinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ, and other musicians include Joe Sample on keyboards and guitarists Doyle Bramhall II and session ace Andy Fairweather Low. But make no mistake: This is showtime for Mssrs. King and Clapton and they bust up the joint pretty good. This album will bring some noise to the Grammy Awards.
Blues Masters: The Very Best of T-Bone Walker (Rhino)
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs easy to forget that what we call the blues today began in a completely different time and place in this country. Very Best of T-Bone captures twelve prime years (1945-ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ57) in the career of this primal guitarist-vocalist. WalkerÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs seminal mix of blues and rhythm, with swinging orchestra or funky small combo, rocked and rolled long before the term existed, and served as the holiest of holy grails for Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, Jimi Hendrix and just about every other blues or rock guitar demigod whoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs picked up an axe during the past six decades. ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂStormy MondayÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂT-Bone ShuffleÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ are familiar modern classics. Other highlights include ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBobby Sox Blues,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ which suggests Hendrix via Albert King; ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMean Old World Blues,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ which gallops on a loping New Orleans-meets-Mississippi piano run; and the frantic raveups ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂThe Hustle Is On,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ bristling with the raw Earl Bostic-sound of early rock saxophone, and the instrumental ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂStrolling With Bones.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ One of three year 2000 installments in RhinoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Blues Masters series (the other two fete Freddie King and LightninÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Hopkins), this set is essential to an understanding of the roots of modern popular music.
George Benson: Absolute Benson (GRP)
Cool and smooth, George Benson returns with an R&B album that spotlights his guitar and vocals, cushioned and wrapped in a crushed velvet glove. Joe Sample on piano and keyboards works particularly well with Benson in this soulful, relaxed format, and he makes heavy contributions to the stone groove with his compositions ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂDeeper Than You Think,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂOne On One,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂHipping The HopÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ; the two collaborate on the set-ending ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMedicine Man.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Benson details with gemlike precision Stevie WonderÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLatelyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ into a lovely jazz guitar ballad, swaggers through Donny HathawayÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂThe Ghetto,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and testifies on guitar and vocals while digging deep into Ray CharlesÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ plaintive ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂCome Back Baby.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Producer Tommy LiPuma crafts a nice balance between the three tracks with vocals and the Absolute jazz; for his part, Benson rips off torrid riffing, with his trademark scat self-accompaniment, in ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMedicine BandÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂEl Barrio.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ LiPumaÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs polished production sounds warm and bright, contemporary yet classic ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and this may be a classic Benson set.
John Bruschini:As You Were (Cathexis)
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs nice to know that someone still makes albums like this ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ an honest-to-god jazz fusion guitar record, full of the wide open spaces, of risky exploration with commensurate danger and reward. Perhaps that sense of surprise should be no surprise, since guitarist Bruschini has enjoyed a long association with pianist Cecil Taylor. He leads his quartet (drummer Jeff Hirschfield, bassist Kip Reed, and keyboardist Robert Aires), plus guest Jim Nolet on violin, through a completely original program. Bruschini sounds like a ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂworldÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂly guitarist, more Steve Tibbets than Al DiMeola and with sparkles and flashes of Jeff Beck, too (especially in ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBloodroot,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ where Aires on keyboards plays Jan Hammer to BruschiniÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Beck). Doubling the guitar, NoletÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs viola in the opening ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂAs You WereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂB4ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ help resurrect the diverse, spiritual fusion of the Mahavishnu Orchestra. Of course, you canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂt forget the groove ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and the closing jam to ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂB4ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂFunkyard,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ engaging yet slippery, soulful and funky with that organ throbbing in the background, do not. Bruschini obviously put his heart and soul (and a great deal of thought) into this record; the emotion and power of the soaring ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂGlory,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ for example, isÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
well, glorious.
k. d. lang: invincible summer (Warner Bros.)
lang falls in love with love in this summer romance full of breezy pop music that also intimates the cooling, darkening autumn days that spiral like a dying leaf toward winter. Some of this, like the soft French horns in ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Only Love,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ could even be langÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Burt Bacharach album. ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs also typical of ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂExtraordinary Thing,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSimpleÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSuddenlyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and the rest of this set ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ no, thatÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs no great revelation, but when youÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂre in the midst of it, itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs wonderful. In fact, the spry ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Happening With You,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ in the hands of a less talented vocalist, might make you cringe (ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂIn this crazy world full of lemons, Baby youÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂre lemonadeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ). The Consequences of FallingÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ seems more complex than even your most adult contemporary fare, full of the excitement and danger of eagerly aching to give away your heart. YouÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂve also got to admire the ambitions of a pop album inspired by a quote from Albert Camus ( ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂIn the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ printed on the inner jacket) that, like water ice, quickly melts and leaves a sweet, sticky taste behind.
Ithamara Koorax: Serenade In Blue (Milestone)
The worldwide debut of this Brazilian jazz chanteuse is like cool and creamy, dreamy summer sherbet, an impressive coming-out party replete with the finest Brazilian musicians and classic American and Brazilian pop and jazz. Her striking intro, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂWhat can I say to you, Bonita?ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ in the opening track, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBonita,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ is languid, elegant and lovely; as the song proceeds, Gonzalo Rubalcaba on piano adorns her like a kid leather glove. The title track, performed with Brazilian jazz fusioneers Azymuth, glides with elegance and sophistication like a young Sophia Loren gracing a ballroom dancefloor (the song comes from Orchestra Wives, the 1942 film featuring The Glenn Miller Orchestra). ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMoon RiverÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ with just voice, harp and subtle keyboards, is a stunning stroke of cool genius, beautiful and neo-classic. ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMas Que NadaÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ is more jazz/bop-ish, Koorax bestrides the hip-hop drumtrack and Dom Um RomaoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs percussion. More hip-hop drums, flamenco guitars, keyboards and strings serve as featherbed mountain for ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂAranjuez (Follow Me),ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ arranged by keyboardist Eumir Deodato. KooraxÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ whispered yet urgent voice in ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂUn Homme Et Une FemmeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ oozes and dribbles down over the instrumentation like honey down a loverÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs soft neck and shoulders andÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
oh! NevermindÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Tito Puente: Party With Puente! (Concord Picante)
This compilation of dance music, one of the first sets released since the May 31 passing of this personable Latin jazz legend, is full of mambos and cha-chaÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs and plenty of spice from the series of indefatigable albums Puente recorded for Concord Picante in the 1980ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ90s. Its title holds true; this really is a great, and at times awesome, party record. Puente stokes up, in his own inimitable kitchen, signature versions of the warhorses ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂKiller Joe,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂOn BroadwayÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂTake Five,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ each bubbling over with hot sauce and fire. PuenteÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs touch on ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂTake FiveÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and a spunky live version of the classic ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂOye Como Va,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ in particular, blisters then erupts into a whirling dervish of colorful percussion. ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂDescarga,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂGuajira SoulÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSalsa CalienteÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ help fill out of the plate of this relatively satisfying sampler served by one of the most talented and gracious hosts in Latin jazz history.
The Colors of Latin Jazz: From Samba To Bomba! (Concord)
Keeping those Latin kettles warm, this sampler places under one cover the cream of Concord RecordsÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Latin jazz crop, sort of a portable Latin jazz Hall of Fame which includes Poncho Sanchez (ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂPapa GatoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ), Tito Puente (ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMambo KingÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ), the under-appreciated Ray Barretto (ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBomba-Riquen,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ with New World Spirit) and Pete Escovedo (ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLike A VolcanoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ). Cal Tjader rides his vibes cool and mellow on ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLinda Chicana,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ while ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSoca Me NiceÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ from Mongo Santamaria and the surprising ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSangriaÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ by Tania Maria burn with Latin bongo fury. And as so often happens, itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs those unexpectedly colorful stops that make this tour so delightful; in this case, itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs the harmonica that brings a folksy touch to ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSambahiaÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ (Hendrik Meurkins with Claudio Rodtini, whose trumpet solo is both sweet and fleet), and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂReggae-LaterÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ by Monty AlexanderÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs Ivory & Steel, as steel drums and Caribbean island rhythms contribute more bright hues to this vivid compilation.
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