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My Two Cents. I read with great interest David Adler’s review of The Melody at Night, With You in the December issue of AAJ. I have very much enjoyed Jarrett’s Standards Trio recordings ( Still Live ) and his quasi-New Age musings ( The Koln Concert ). But as fine as these recordings may be, Jarrett’s annoying vocalizations during his performances all but make one throw up his or her hands. That is why, when Mr. Adler reassured the reader that “...There’s almost no vocalizing or grunting...”, I took the bait and purchased this very fine disc.
Jarrett’s performance of this collection of standards is careful and thoughtful. Absent are any technical elaborations or displays of virtuosity. Jarrett, perhaps forced by chronic fatigue syndrome, has distilled his playing to the bare essence—that of melody. He embellishes little, choosing to frame these famous aires with simple harmonies. The tempi are ballad slow on all pieces, giving these American Masterpieces the feel of Edward McDowell miniatures. Almost nocturne in quality, Jarrett’s presentation is at once ethereal and deliberate.
Recommendation. This disc is a must for all solo jazz piano buffs. Its quiet honesty puts it easily in the same league with Bill Evans’ piano soliloquies on the Solo Sessions (Fantasy/Milestone). This is a beautifully introspective recording that bears many listenings.
Track Listing: I Loves You Porgy; I Got It Bad And That Ain
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 ...