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I propose passing a law that requires every jazz recording to include at least one Thelonious Monk song. The reason is not that Monk is my favorite composer, but that Monk’s music is some of the most difficult to play. Maybe not technically difficult for jazz professionals, but rhythmically challenging and isn’t it so easy hear a Monk song done wrong. Several tribute recordings worth hearing include, Paul Motian’s Monk In Motian, Danilo Perez’s Latin spiced Panamonk, of course Steve Lacy’s Monk albums and Only Monk. Add to the list this recording, sans piano by Steve Slagle. Slagle is a veteran of Lionel Hampton, Charlie Haden, Carla Bley and the Charles Mingus Big Bands. His approach to Monk is simply to attack the compositions aggressively. Where most musicians are hesitant about Monk, Slagle and guitarist Dave Stryker dive feet first. Slagle with his Jackie McLean/Gary Bartz approach and Stryker a descendant from the John Abercrombie/John Scofield/Mike Stern school of guitar know how to rock, but more importantly how to make Thelonious’ foot tap. Eight of the tracks are Monk’s, one composition “Monk” penned by Slagle might as well have been. The altoist captures the essence of the great man in the tribute song, as he does in the eight others. I can imagine Monk spinning a glorious stage dance while this quartet burns.
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 ...