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Mark Whitecage: Free Music with Purpose

by John Kelman
Now in his mid-sixties, saxophonist/clarinetist Mark Whitecage has seen jazz through almost all its periods, most noticeably from being the popular music of the day to its current regrettable state as a niche style. And with an all-encompassing interest, he has played it all. Starting at an early age he played in his father's various bands. My first instrument," says Whitecage, was a curved soprano; I was six years old and I couldn't fit anything else. I wanted to be ...
Continue ReadingMark Whitecage: Ducks on Acid

by AAJ Staff
Mark Whitecage, whose preferred instruments are the alto saxophone and clarinet, has supplemented his recorded acoustic endeavors with the plugged-in variety since the '70s, though the last decade has been his most fertile period. His acoustic work has placed him in the frequent company of Dominic Duval, Jay Rosen, Joe Fonda, and Michael Jefry Stevens. His electric side has surfaced mostly on his own Acoustics label, including four trio records with Duval and Rosen.
Ducks on Acid holds true to ...
Continue ReadingA Fireside Chat With Mark Whitecage

by AAJ Staff
When you speak to musicians on the East Coast, Mark Whitecage is mentioned. If you know nothing about Whitecage, know this, if musicians, his peers think of him as the poo, perhaps he is (the how can a billion Chinese people be wrong theory). You would never know this by reading any newspaper, which hardly knows anyone outside of Norah Jones. You would never know this by reading Rolling Stone or VIBE, which hardly knows anyone outside of Norah Jones. ...
Continue ReadingMark Whitecage Trio: Fractured Standards & Fairy Tales

by Glenn Astarita
The “Mark Whitecage Trio” packs a mighty punch on Fractured Standards & Fairy Tales - “Live on Tour in TOURS Vol. 1”. A limited edition release on the independent “Acoustics” label, the musicians weave noticeable elements of whimsy with subtle EFX induced treatments along with piping hot interplay and cunning improvisational speak. On the twenty-minute opener and title track, the band investigates complex rhythms amid metamorphic style grooves and sweeping undercurrents as Whitecage renders blistering lines whether performing on clarinet ...
Continue ReadingMark Whitecage & Eclectic Electric: Moon Blue Boggie

by Glenn Astarita
Recent releases on the independent, “Acoustics” label present the listener with a candid snapshot of the very active modern jazz, new music saxophonist/improviser Mark Whitecage as Moon Blue Boogie is perhaps one of the artist’s finest efforts to date. One of three so called, “extremely limited releases”, here “Mark Whitecage & Eclectic Electric” are caught live at New York City’s “Knitting Factory” and “Cornelia Street Cafe” venues.
No doubt Whitecage has attained a significant or easily discernible comfort zone performing ...
Continue ReadingMark Whitecage: Turning Point

by AAJ Staff
Improvised electronics have finally come of age. Some players simply use digital signal processing (eg. distortion, phasing, reverb) to allow them the opportunity to alter the tonality of their instruments. Others prefer to use a sampler to provide a second voice against which to improvise. The more advanced advocates of electronic improvisation perform processing, sampling, and looping in real time--making the electronic part of the performance just as 'live' and dynamic as the instrumental improv. This is thetruefusion, and only ...
Continue ReadingMarshall Allen Quartet Featuring Mark Whitecage: Mark-n-Marshall: Monday

by AAJ Staff
It’s taken the legendary alto player Marshall Allen 50 years to record his debut as a leader – he first recorded with saxophonist James Moody in 1949 – but it was worth the wait. As anyone who’s seen Allen snapping his fingers and bobbing his head on his regular gig with the Sun Ra Arkestra can tell you, Allen can play some of the most excoriating horn lines around, but his main mission is to have fun. This Monday date ...
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