Listening to Dewey Redman. Not Joshua, but his father, Dewey, the better jazz man of the two, playing a set recorded live in London.
Dewey, unfortunately is not as well known in America, even though he is considerably the better artist, as he was forced to spend almost his entire career in Europe and not allowed to play in the US. This was back in the day when jazz players would lose their cabaret license if they played in Europe and not be allowed back into the United States to play. Oh, you could get back in, to see your relatives or something. But not play or record.
Of course, white musicians and singers playing in symphonies and opera companies during this time were allowed to tour anywhere and without any impact [other than extremely positive effects on their status and career] on their right to play in the United States.
Of course it was a level playing field. Sure. All equal before the law. One nation under God with justice and equality for all. Amen. Sure, sure, tell us all about it.
Some never came back, but stayed in Europe even after things got straightened out a bit. Dewey is playing this set in 1996. Not that long ago, jazz-history-wise. Some, like Ornette Coleman, just happened to play some of their best stuff in Europe before wildly appreciative crowds and often better pay.
Dewey sounds great by the way [Dewey Redoman in London, recorded October 1996, distributed on Palmetto Jazz] and, without irony, is playing in his own integrated quartet [Dewey Redman on tenor sax, Cameron Brown on bass, Rita Marcotulli on piano, Matt Wilson on drums]..
28 September 2014- One of my favorite musicians to listen to is Miles Davis. He’s a fantastic musician to paint to.
In particular, I am inspired by his “spare and spellbinding lyricism with dramatic use of silence.” I, too, seek a “spare and spellbinding lyricism with dramatic use of silence;” in my painting.
But there is nothing quite like Miles’ mastery of time.
Today, in the morning, 23 years ago, the great Miles Davis died of a stroke.
Today, this morning, 28 Septermber, as I was listening to The Best of Miles Davis: The Blue Note Years,I happened to read the liner notes to the original LP, first released in 1992. The notes end with the writer saying that it so happens that just as he finished writing those very same liner notes I was reading this morning, the news came over his television that Mile Davis had just died of a stroke that morning, 28 September 1991.
Before reading those notes, I had no idea that Miles Davis had died on 28 September in the morning.
I tell you, when Miles plays, things happen; worlds part and synchronicity just flows out into the universe.
As the writer of those liner notes concluded: “His restles genius will be sorely missed.”