Jan 31 2019
So… about 2018, Part VI: The same as it ever was
In truth, I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out.
I know what I’d like to do with this site, and I possess sufficient self-awareness to determine which of those goals are realistic and which are reliant on some massive sea change occurring in my life where I can just do this whole thing full-time. But even then, it would still be me just wildly flinging myself blindly in directions that I think approximate my desired landing place.
That said, this site does do what I originally set out for it to accomplish… a simple, clean space where I could present some of the music I was discovering and maybe get in a few words about it.
2018 saw me try a number of new formats for doing so, no different than in past years. Like trying on new outfits, but always just for the purpose of stepping outside to get the mail and the paper from the front stoop. The most recent costume change is the Album of the Day format. I like it. No, that’s underselling it. I love it. It may have saved this site, even. I was getting a bit burnt out. Not from the music and not about writing about it, but the way I was writing about it. I’m going with simple for the near future, and every now and then ambush you with some long-form blog-y post.
Speaking of blogs, a reminder: I’m not a journalist, though sometimes I write a piece that abides by journalistic standards. I’m not a reviewer, though I’ve written up some albums that possess the scope and analysis of a proper album review. What I am is a recommendation engine. I’m a music bloodhound. I enjoy pointing people in the direction of cool, new music. The Album of the Day format highlights that aspect of me better than most other formats I’ve tried out. It’s simple. It gives the basic facts of the album, some music to listen to, some links to follow, and a few short sentences about what I like about the album. Expect more of these.
Based on site traffic stats, it’s obvious you people crave my Round-up features. They are and always have been my signature calling card. From the early days on various music forums, providing simple lists of music has been what I do. I would like to continue doing them frequently, but they take more work than I have time for. So, they might be a monthly thing, rather than weekly. If I ever get around to creating a Patreon account and the option of subscribing for an expanded array of recommendation features, a more frequent Round-up would definitely be a part of that subscription package. So, don’t worry, they aren’t going away.
I enjoyed the Sunday Morning Jazz Album series. In some ways, it was a throwback to the Safety Net columns I’d write from time to time (you old-school site visitors will remember those). I think I might bring those back. They were fun. Social media responses seemed to indicate you all thought so, too.
The next few weeks will see the roll-out of some more 2018 release recommendations, because, truly no year ever ends. But as you’ve already seen from yesterday’s post, the 2019 recommendations are already coming in fast.
Sometime this year, likely sooner than later, I will be making the move from Frankfort, KY to Lexington. The reasons for the move are many, and normal, but I will be interested to see how that changes my writing. I’ve been in this small town for five years (and in tiny Harrodsburg for two years before that), and I’m anticipating that returning to something like a real city (or a big town, at least) will trigger some writing outbursts. I expect more of that to manifest in my fiction writing, but there’s some music-related writing that is very fiction oriented that I’ve been wanting to get into my schedule, so I think this move will make 2019 the year it happens. But we’ll pretty much just have to see.
And that’s where this column in prior years would veer into ideas I have for the coming months ahead… all of the big plans and grand schemes for Bird is the Worm for the year ahead. But not this year. I’ve been at this now for just over seven(!) years, and I am done with the predictions and big visions. 2019 will be the Year Of Things Remaining Pretty Much The Same.*
So, instead, I will skip ahead to the end, where I give my sincere thanks for all you stopping by and checking the music out. I remember when I first began this blog at the tail-end of 2011, and I’d obsessively check the stats and look forward to when I had 100 visitors in a single day. It was so exciting to see that people had somehow discovered my site and were sticking around and checking things out. The visitor stats have skyrocketed since those early days, but it thrills me no less that people are stopping by. I love it when one of you drops a little note in the comments section or sends me an email or shoots the breeze with me on Twitter (@BirdIsTheWorm). All of this music is very personal to me, and so it makes my day when I learn that a recommendation becomes personal for you, too.
This concludes the year-end wrap-up. I hope 2018 was everything you could have wished for.
2019 is going to be the best year ever.
Cheers,
Dave
Apr 2 2019
This is why I blog: Oregon and “45th Parallel”
I was just getting started on my exploration of the modern jazz scene. My addiction to jazz of the bop and swing eras was well established, as was a healthy dependence on hearing the avant-garde, free, spiritual and cosmic jazz that followed. But for anything 1990 and later, I was a relative newbie. It was sometime around 1995 that I scooped up Oregon’s 45th Parallel. I’m not entirely sure why I purchased it. Best I can piece together, I was familiar with some of the musicians who comprised the world jazz vanguard ensemble at that time… specifically guitarist Ralph Towner and percussionist Trilok Gurtu. But I believe this was my first purchase of something by the Oregon ensemble.
It is very fusion-y. Almost over the top, at times. Opening track “Pageant” is the first such evidence of this album trait. That right there should’ve had me selling the CD back for store credit. That spasmodic fusion cry pushing a syrupy melody on ahead, that would’ve been more than enough to crack the will of my 1995-Pharoah Sanders and Don Cherry-loving-self. These days it’s a bit different for me, as my listening tastes have changed… as they do for us all. But back then, I wanted something with some edge, and if it was going to be something pretty, it had to peel off rustic and serene, and not bright and shiny. But I persevered through that first tune, and something about subsequent track “Hand in Hand” got its hooks in me.
It’s that sighed melody, and how it rises and falls like the gentle breathing of a deep sleeper along to the muffled chatter of a percussive dialog as susurrant as crickets conversing beneath a full moon. It got to me then, and it still gets to me now. There’s something so organic and genuine about that song. It hits me not unlike the Codona trio of Don Cherry, Collin Walcott and Nana Vasconcelos. That similarity shouldn’t come as a surprise, as Walcott was a member of Oregon back in its early days, and the Codona trio traveled similar jazz territory as that of Oregon. But the 90’s Oregon was a different beast.
The cheerful “Riding on the D Train” didn’t dissuade me, even though it returned with that syrupy fusion sound. I dunno. Even today when I listen to this tune, it connects plenty strong with me. And there’s really no mystery to it… I adore a beautiful melody, and that’s gonna hold true even if the way it’s expressed instrumentally isn’t normally something to my liking. I think, too, it has to do with how much of this album sounds like something meant to be listened to in the hours before the sun rises.
I make that claim after extensive testing of the hypothesis. There was a time when I would rise at 4am… long before the sun would do the same and light up the winter Denver sky with all shades of pinks and oranges and blues, like an everyday miracle, and make the Rocky Mountains sit out on the horizon like the final passage to reach heaven. This was a few years after purchasing 45th Parallel, and I would wake naturally at 4am (god knows how, but back then I was). It was a bittersweet time for me. I was as plugged into the electrical flow of life as at any time in my existence, but I was also channeling some painful waves of despair and loneliness and need. The highs and lows went to extremes, and most time I couldn’t tell which end of the spectrum I was situated upon at any one moment. But everything felt so damn intense, even the most mundane activities. I think that was why I woke naturally at 4am during those days… it was like mind, body and soul all conspired to get me in a place when my whole world was quiet, when darkness was only broken by the thin streaks of blue light from floor lamps, when my mind was free of turmoil and volatility, and the only sound was the breeze rattling the windows and the radiator with its strangely tranquil hiss. Well, there was one other sound… 45th Parallel. It snapped right into place with everything.
And no song accomplished this any better than “Beneath an Evening Sky.” The Ralph Towner composition (making an appearance on his excellent 1979 recording Old Friends, New Friends) is one of two songs that I most associate with the predawn Denver phase. The song honors such moments, when the stillness of night should be enhanced, not shattered.
The composition has gone through several renditions, by Oregon members and entirely different musicians, but the version on 45th Parallel will always be dear to me, a song that was exactly what I needed in just the nick of time… night after night after night. It flooded my heart with the most sublime joy, almost lovingly, and, sometimes, bringing tears for, at least a while, all the right reasons. And it always elicited a smile. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling so much at peace that I don’t want to lose it by falling back asleep. It is at times like this when I can feel myself transported back to those days, and the sound of “Beneath an Evening Sky” flirts with the edge of my consciousness, and I can almost hear it, though no music is playing. That song is imprinted in my timeline as deeply as the sound of my own heartbeat murmuring quietly and contentedly in my peaceful hours before the day returned and all it brought with it.
The song that followed it next on the album had quite a different impact on me, ranging far closer to my recoil response to the openkng track. The title “Chihuahua Dreams” really sums it up. On an album that is practically woven from the fabric of deep sleep, it still has a couple tracks that yip of a wakefulness that is just a bit out of place. Truth be told, when I listened to this album in the predawn hours, I would skip past both this track and opening tune “Pageant.” This wasn’t as easy to do as one would expect. I originally owned this album on cassette, so skipping ahead took a bit of timing and practice to get it just right. Conveniently, the two tracks I disliked for these hours led off each side of the cassette, making the maneuver a bit simpler for my sleepy head at 4am. God help me, but I think I still have that cassette. I don’t know why, really, except that the attachment to the music that most affects us sometimes manifests as a physical connection to the object associated with it. We hold onto these things.
“Urumchi” is the other album track aside from “Beneath an Evening Sky” that I most associate with this pre-dawn stage of my Denver life. It twitters with life far more than its counterpart, and its recitation of melody has an ominous undercurrent like a reminder of the danger that hides within peaceful nighttime darkness. But most of all, the music is like moonlight, a presence of stark beauty, but also cold and distant and mysterious. “Urumchi” was all of these things, and the perfect accompaniment to the moment.
As strange as it sounds, it almost feels wrong to listen to this music in the daylight, as if I threaten to dispel the magic that hangs so thickly in the air around me when the music plays in the middle of the night, when even the moon grows heavy with sleep.
Ralph Towner shines on “Les Douzilles,” his guitar like a campfire beacon off on the horizon, sparks and embers dancing at the edges of the darkness. I had the wonderful experience of seeing Towner perform recently at the 2019 Big Ears Festival. It was a solo performance in a big beautiful church in downtown Knoxville, and watching him play guitar surrounded by stained glass, hanging lamps, cathedral ceilings and a palpable solemnity upon every breath, I thought of his opening to this piece. And I thought how this man had created music for a time I desperately needed that music, and now here we were, both alive and forging an even stronger connection between artist and music and listener, and it was happening in a place I’d never have imagined back in Denver, over twenty years ago.
The album’s homestretch begins with “Bombay Vice,” a rambunctious song that was a bit more lively than ideal for that time of morning, but it was always a nice bit of contrast to really frame just how tranquil most of the other album tracks truly were. The album reaches its conclusion most appropriately with the soothing “Pageant (Epilogue),” a mirror opposite to the lively “Pageant” opener. The piece only lasts for a couple minutes, but it is the lullaby ending for an album that was, for me, a coda to dreams.
It is an album like 45th Parallel why I blog about music, sharing news of what I’ve discovered and what I love, because that music might, for you, be something that leaves its imprint on your own timeline, as this album has mine, and give you something to love.
Your album personnel: Ralph Towner (12-string and classical guitars, piano, synthesizers), Paul McCandless (piccolo sax, soprano sax, oboe, English horn, bass clarinet), Trilok Gurtu (tabla, drums, percussion, voice), Ralph Moore (bass) and guest: Nancy King (vocals).
Released in 1989 on Portrait Records/CBS Records.
Available at Amazon.
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By davesumner • Essays & Columns & Lists, Other Writing, The Old Stuff • 0 • Tags: CBS Records, Oregon, Portrait Records, Ralph Towner, This is why I blog