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From the opening notes of Yet Can Spring, it's clear that Myra Melford and Marty Ehrlich occupy common ground. It's not common in any other sense of the word, though. These two players each have a unique perspective on the intersection of straight-ahead improvisation with its freer forms, and both dwell eagerly at the interface. At times lyrical and introspective, at other times crashing down from the hilltops like a banshee, Melford can be like a wolf in sheep's clothing (but crafty, not vicious). She's a great foil for Ehrlich, who possesses a similar range of expression.
All but one of the compositions on Yet Can Spring are originals. After the crash-and-roll of the title track, they tend toward emotional middle groundgenerally preferring to stay mellow and pensive. Ehrlich's tone mostly exudes a smooth fluidity with a self-conscious firmness, as if he knows the limits and chooses carefully when to test them. Yet Can Spring represents the first duo meeting of these two musicians, and hopefully not the last. At times a bit understated for this listener, this disc is certain to satisfy those with a liking for spare, careful improvisationand an open ear for the notes that lurk beyond.
Track Listing: Yet Can Spring; Duiloquy; Here Is Only Moment; The Open Return; March Fantastique; The Natural World; Yellow Are Crowds of Flowers, I; Don't You Know.
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 ...