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Fans of composer/saxophonist John Zorn often talk about him in metric terms, as in “my Zorn collection has grown to this many meters in length.” His output of late has focused on his composing; he has been heard less on record, preferring to step back and showcase his writing. Other bands cover his Masada compositions and chamber ensembles play his modern classical pieces.
Likewise, his fourteenth Filmworks release features an acoustic version of his Electric Masada band sans Zorn, performing the soundtrack to the Jewish Documentary Hiding And Seeking.
Part folk, part exotica, the band lands in a playful land of frolic. The film is reported to be a return to the "roots" of a family whose homeland is Poland. Zorn mixes the seemingly nonsequitur instrumentation of classical guitar, Brazilian hand percussion, vibraphone, and wordless vocals into a warm kindred assemblage of quickly familiar tunes.
It’s a film score, so the repetition of themes is the order of the day. Zorn chooses Latin rhythms and the 1950s bachelor pad approach to music. The much ignored (until the last decade) exotica genre is ripe pickings for serious light-comedy soundtrack work. Ribot’s nylon strings weave the simple theme throughout, backed by Downtown drummer Kenny Wollesen’s vibraphone work. It is truly beautiful to hear Jewish folk music mix with the pure acoustic hand percussion of Cyro Baptista and the the wordless vocals of Ganda Suthivarakom.
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 ...