Chicago-based saxophonist/composer Scott Rosenberg possesses the necessary goods to become a major force in the progressive jazz arena! The proof lies within the frameworks applied on this excellent outing. Rosenberg, performing on tenor sax throughout, grapples with the avant-garde in spots, yet conveys an intriguing compositional style which coincides with the artist's hot n’ spicy soloing endeavors. A onetime student of the eminent composer/multi-woodwind great, Anthony Braxton, Rosenberg’s linear themes elicit notions of a group that is venturing into an ascending sojourn or uphill battle. This effort is marked by turbulent rhythms, where the soloists engage in perpetual motion, spurred upon by punctuated unison choruses and efficient utilization of space between measures. Furthermore, the quartet instills a surprising amount of depth. Bassist Kyle Hernandez’s bowed bass lines are supported by his band-mates’ simmering undercurrents. The brief piece titled “01/01/01” could be a nod to Charles Mingus, thanks to the soloists’ soul/blues choruses and jazzy grooves. Other highlights include staggered swing vamps, off kilter funk motifs, and some cleverly articulated call and response type escapades by cornetist Todd Margasak. With all these highlights, this live recording should be deemed essential for aficionados of small ensemble modern jazz. *Easily one of the top picks for 2002.
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St. Needless to say, Jazz and Blues were always on the stereo in our home. I was steeped in these exciting sounds, and they make up some of my earliest memories.