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A trumpet and drum duet: two sticks, three buttons and a couple of pedals, pursed lips, studied exhalations. A fairly simple concept, on paper.
Unprepared, by trumpeter Jim Knodle and percussionist Dave Storrs, is another shining set of spontaneously composed tunes from Louie Records, out of Corvallis, Oregon.
Drummer Dave Storrs, though not at this point in time a household jazz namelike, say, Elvin Jonestakes percusssion into new dimensions of uncharted fluidity and shifting momentums. His teaming with trumpeter Jim Knodle showcasesbeautifully and succinctlytextural differences in respective sounds. Knodle is a versatile horn man, sounding sometimes Miles-like on them mute, then glowing on the open horn with warm tones, breaking up Storrs' gently rolling thunder with soft punctuationsbreathy comas and semi-colons, the occasional dashthen shifting to sharper periods and exclamation points on the next improvisational move. Whimsy intermixed with more serious moments, all of it in a fine sharp focus of the Storrsian mode.
This record is unsuitable for cursory listening, like any aural experience that is ultimately rewarding: a wondrous set of sounds, much denser and more complex than one would imagine possible on a a duo date.
Track Listing: Self Parallel, Railway Clave, JavaRama, Let, Stan and Ollie, ShekeresOn
Drums, "Chick, Chick, Chick", Monty Speaks, Trip Hop, Too Far, T.U., For
Clyde Mccoy, For Cherry and Ed, Ofall, (When We Were) Boys and Girls
Personnel: Jim Knodle, trumpet; Dave Storrs, drums
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 ...