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This soundtrack comes from a full-length film dedicated to Latin jazz. Solo piano, jazz trios, and larger ensembles carry the tradition to an audience thirsty for knowledge. As the world gets smaller, the audience for this music grows in size. Jazz, with direct ties to Cuba, Brazil, The Dominican Republic, Venezuela, Argentina, Africa and Europe, makes a pleasurable soundtrack. It's new music for a new world. Director Fernando Trueba calls the film "a musical about music."
Dizzy Gillespie's United Nation Orchestra and his earlier big bands made considerable progress as ambassadors who spread the sounds of jazz around the world. From Sony's 54th Street studios in New York, this cross-section of Latin jazz spokesmen gathered to record the music for Trueba's motion picture. The result is a film that allows the music to speak for itself. By meeting with Bebo Valdés in Sweden, Chucho Valdés in Havana, Jerry González in Puerto Rico (the land of his family), Chico O'Farrill in New York, and Chano Domínguez in Puerto de Santa Maria, Spain, Trueba assembled a film that details the origins of Latin jazz and offers insight as to how it's developed in a century. The soundtrack reflects both the myriad cultural traits that remain, and jazz's fresh, improvisational nature.
Track Listing: (1) Panamerica; (2) Samba Triste; (3) Oye C
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...