It is hard to believe I have been writing about jazz for All About Jazz for almost 18 years now. During that time period, vinyl was scarce as can be, only to come back recently with a vengeance. With many classic jazz recordings working their way into the area of public domain, ubiquitous CD reissues have offered up even some of the rarest jazz classics to the masses. It has been an exciting ride to say the least. Nonetheless, I find that in picking through new music it has become harder and harder to find quality works worthy of lasting significance. And for some inexplicable reason, swing has seemed to become a bad word. In the final analysis however, the tradition will always be at the heart of what makes jazz music vital to this reviewer. Artists who are trying to be different just for the sake of being different will not find a place in my year end lists.
So looking through my offerings this year, the word traditional might come to mind and that is just fine by me. These gentlemen and lady are true artists practicing their craft at the highest levels within the tradition of the music. The same could be said for the embarrassment of riches we found in the reissue market this year, particularly when it came to vinyl. Furthermore, hats off to Resonance Records for unearthing two stellar sets that had been previously unheard.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried