Showing posts with label Free Improvisation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Free Improvisation. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

Jimmy Giuffre - Free Fall (1963)


After Ornette Coleman had his way with jazz, tearing it down from the inside to see what it was made of (thereby creating "free" jazz); it opened the door for such greats as Cecil Taylor, Eric Dolphy, Sun Ra, John Coltrane, Albert Ayler, Pharoah Sanders and Jimmy Giuffre to stretch out and do their collective "thing". On this album, recorded in 1962 by the Jimmy Giuffre 3 with Giuffre (clarinet), previously featured Out Sounds-favorite Paul Bley (piano) and Steve Swallow (bass); the trio set out to create a free jazz masterpiece, and the results are stunning and provocative, maybe even more so than any of the aforementioned performer's works.

The reason I say so is because of Giuffre's study of microtonal music; or the idea that there exists between the 12-note scale another series of "micro" tones (this idea was also being studied by Harry Partch; who later expanded his ideas by writing charts explaining these tones as well as building many instruments to play these new "notes"). The clarinet (as well as most of the woodwind family) are able to play quarter tones; and Giuffre gave his music a wider palette by playing with a non-traditional up-front weapon. He was overlooked for some ridiculous reasons- he played the clarinet, not considered a pure lead jazz instrument like the sax or trumpet; his music wasn't like the "energy" or "fire music" that Archie Shepp and Sun Ra were playing, his was more pointillistic, spatial, subdued and airy. No one was ready for this music. 

This record anticipated the Free Improvisation movement by a good five years; by combining elements of the Third Stream school, free jazz, the avant-garde as well as classical indeterminacy, Free Fall is an exciting listen to a set of a ferociously abstract and investigative tracks. This is the 1998 re-issue with bonus tracks.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Red Krayola - The Parable of Arable Land (1967)


I rank this landmark record by Red Krayola right up there with the other classic psychedelic standout albums from that era; it might be one of the first "rock" records that was made up of purely free noise experiments. It sits directly in the middle ground between the free jazz of Albert Ayler and baroque folk of Love. More than half of the record is various versions of a Free Form Freak-Out, main Krayola Mayo Thompson basically invited about 50 people back to the studio where they were recording and told them to bang on things, wail like banshees, etc. to achieve the desired effect.

Changing their name from The Red Crayola (for obvious copyright infringements), guitarist/visual artist Thompson, drummer Frederick Barthelme and Steve Cunningham crafted an intense and sometimes scary psychedelic wonderland (they were once paid $10 to stop playing a show in Berkeley, of all places!) that was as much a visual trip as an auditory one, mixing music with art and blurring the line between audience and performer.

If you're looking to get into this awesome band from the psychedelic era; look no further than this- if you like it I'll probably be posting their follow-up records Coconut Hotel and God Bless The Red Krayola and All Who Sail With It. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Paul Bley - Open, to Love (1973)


This 1973 record is a collection of solo piano improv pieces from Paul Bley; it's cold and stark, spare, expansive and chilling. It's like a cross between free jazz and Erik Satie; you ever see a horror movie and just as the main character starts their descent into madness and chops up the town with an axe? Yeah, this is like that- the fragmentary piano runs scattered about in the air, sounding like someone actually losing their marbles...


Except Bley knew exactly what he was doing on this album. Enjoy!

Monday, May 10, 2010

AMM - AMMMusic (1967)


I don't know if this was the first free-improv piece of music ever recorded, but it's definitely one of the most unlistenable. This is for you experimental noise freaks out there (I'm one of you... Or are you one of me?)

I've only been able to sit through this whole record a handful of times, it's not something you want to listen to except for the experience of listening; it begs the question "do the noises we make have consequences?"

One of the most angular and abstract experimental albums ever recorded, it's essentially two long tracks of feedback from broken instruments acting as a confrontational noise/sound collage...


AMM - AMMMusic (1967; Elektra Records)
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Monday, April 12, 2010

Surrender To The Air - Surrender To The Air (1996)

Surrender to the Air is the only album from free jazz ensemble Surrender To The Air - an instrumental collective organized by Trey Anastasio of Phish in early '96.
Though never explicitly stated on the record or its notes, the album was a sort of tribute to jazz composer and bandleader Sun Ra, an Anastasio favorite (several of the performers on Surrender to the Air - Allen, Choice and Ray - had performed with Sun Ra).
The album has been out of print since 2000. (from Wikipedia)

The Players:
Marshall Allen, sax
Trey Anastasio, guitar
Kofi Burbridge, flute
Oteil Burbridge, bass
Damon R. Choice, vibes
John Fishman, drums
Bob Gullotti, drums
James Harvey, trombone
John Medeski, organ
Michael Ray, trumpet
Marc Ribot, guitar

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Supersilent - 6 (2003)


Free-improvisational Norwegian quartet Supersilent bridges the gap between jazz, rock and electronica so perfectly it's surprising they come up with this stuff on the spot. They don’t rehearse or discuss the music at all before recording so it remains as random and free as possible; here on 6 it can be dark and foreboding, yet at times has a strong tribal element to it. Other times it's as cold and inorganic as rusted metal from a polar ice station.

Anytime a group of people are improvising musically, there's a point when the madness becomes beautiful; it's like taking too much acid and becoming crippled by the sheer terror of staring into the abyss, seeing the world as it is and then deciding "it's only the drugs... I'm totally fine" as the smiling breaks into laughter, realizing you just spent the last 45 minutes in your best friend's parents bedroom, tracing a recursive pattern over and over on their Persian rug.

Yeah. This album is the soundtrack to those times...