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Music<br />

Jazz<br />

Evan Parker:<br />

Time Lapse.<br />

Parker, producer. Tzadik 8026.<br />

One person’s room-clearing music is another’s<br />

Holy Grail. Maybe no one has really ever played<br />

an Evan Parker recording with the express<br />

purpose of bringing a party to an abrupt<br />

end, but parts of Time Lapse could send the<br />

faint of musical heart scrambling to the door.<br />

Conversely, this masterwork by the legendary<br />

British improviser will suck a different kind of<br />

listener down a rabbit hole of effectively eternal<br />

investigation that in turn yields virtually infinite<br />

aural, cerebral, and physical pleasures.<br />

Recorded intermittently from 1996 to 2001in<br />

a lusciously resonant studio that was originally a<br />

rehearsal space for the London Sinfonietta, the<br />

eleven tracks include saxophone solo, densely<br />

overdubbed multivoiced compositions (some<br />

resulting from multiple studio visits, some from<br />

single sessions), and one especially atmospheric<br />

sonic experiment with sax textures and organ<br />

drones. Because of Parker’s technically virtuosity<br />

(which includes circular breathing) and brilliant<br />

command of original musical vocabulary<br />

(practically an encyclopedia of alternatives to<br />

conventional melody, harmony, and rhythm), it<br />

is occasionally difficult to distinguish between<br />

the solo and overdubbed tracks. That sense of<br />

mystery is just one of the absorbing qualities<br />

of this giddily challenging yet exquisitely logical<br />

music. Hence, titles as “Threnody for Steve<br />

Lacy,” “Gees Bend” (a quilt-making community<br />

in Alabama), “Pulse and the Circulation of the<br />

Blood,” and “Alone on a Long Hard Road”<br />

indicate a few of the 60-year-old’s inspirations<br />

and, perhaps, afterthoughts.<br />

A deep respect for history, abiding love of<br />

pattern and mutated repetition, irrepressible<br />

urge for inner exploration, and palpable<br />

dedication to sonic accuracy come together<br />

Kenny Garrett:<br />

Beyond The Wall.<br />

Steven Epstein and Garrett, producers.<br />

Nonesuch 79933.<br />

From the opening salvo on “Calling,” an<br />

imposing fanfare that kicks off an intense modal<br />

investigation, it’s clear that alto saxophonistcomposer<br />

Kenny Garrett is delving into deep<br />

waters. With its allusions to Africa and the overall<br />

sense of searching inherent in the music, along<br />

with the presence of tenor-sax legend Pharoah<br />

Sanders, the marvelous Elvin-esque drumming<br />

of Brian Blade, and the McCoy-like droning<br />

and piano voicings of Mulgrew Miller, this recording may indeed be closer in spirit to<br />

John Coltrane than Garrett’s acclaimed 1996 homage, Pursuance: The Music of John Coltrane.<br />

On various occasions over the past few years, Garrett has shared the bandstand with jazz<br />

elder and former Trane sideman Sanders. Together they have developed a kindred relationship<br />

based on their mutual desire for pushing the envelope and seeking a place where high energy<br />

meets spirituality. Their inspired chemistry is in full effect on the burning title track (recalling<br />

Trane’s heightened excursions on uptempo vehicles like “Mr. P.C.”) and the droning “Gwoka”<br />

(reminiscent of Trane’s “India”). Garrett’s other mentor on this exploratory session is the great<br />

vibraphonist Bobby Hutcherson, prominently featured on the McCoy-ish “Qing Wen,” the Latinflavored<br />

“Now” and the affecting vocal number “Kiss To The Skies,” buoyed by a six-voice choir.<br />

Recorded shortly after his first eye-opening trip to mainland China last year, Beyond The Wall<br />

also reflects Garrett’s fascination with the country’s culture, music, and spirituality, particularly<br />

on the fragile “Tsunami Song,” which features Guowei Wang on the keening two-string Chinese<br />

erhu, alongside harp, cello, and violin. Garrett also strikes an evocative and highly original note on<br />

“Realization (March Towards The Light),” underscored by a hypnotic sample of Tibetan Monks<br />

chanting. The closing “May Peace Be Upon Them” is a stirring quartet vehicle for Garrett’s<br />

alto with pianist Miller, drummer Blade, and bassist Robert Hurst III. It opens on a soothing<br />

enough note in gentle waltz-time fashion, but gradually builds to a frantic, sanctified peak over<br />

a rubato pulse with Kenny digging deep and throwing torrents of notes around the room.<br />

Beyond The Wall is distinguished by particularly good drum sound, as well as clear separation<br />

of the various cross-cultural elements that converge in the mix. Garrett, who possesses one<br />

of the most pungent tones along with the most commanding technique of any alto-sax player<br />

on the scene today, is relentless in his pursuit of excellence. This project is yet another feather<br />

in his cap. Bill Milkowski<br />

Further Listening: Kenny Garrett: Pursuance: The Music of John<br />

Coltrane; Branford Marsalis: The Footsteps of Our Fathers<br />

in beautiful segments that range from tightly<br />

compressed in the center of the soundstage<br />

to spaciously spread between, beyond, in front<br />

of, and behind the speakers. Saxophones have<br />

astonishing visceral presence, and the realistic<br />

detail of the intricate, often teeming timbres is<br />

as magnificent as the music. DR<br />

Further Listening: Evan Parker<br />

Electro-Acoustic Ensemble: The<br />

Eleventh Hour; Evan Parker, Barry<br />

Guy, Paul Lytton, Marilyn Crispell:<br />

After Appleby<br />

Von Freeman:<br />

Good Forever.<br />

Freeman, Michael Freidman, Jim<br />

Anderson, co-producers. Premonition<br />

69179-07682.<br />

When Chicago jazz icon Von Freeman puts<br />

his tenor sax to his lips and blows on a lush,<br />

romantic ballad like “Didn’t We,” you can<br />

hear all 83 years of his life experience passing<br />

through the horn. At first the breathy tone<br />

may recall Ben Webster, or maybe a young<br />

modern-day upstart like tenor terror James<br />

Carter in full Websterian mode. But then,<br />

being Von Freeman, he can’t control his<br />

subversive instincts. Invariably, in the middle<br />

of a sensitive solo, he’ll get frisky and veer<br />

off the straight and narrow. The intonation<br />

will head into Albert Ayler territory just a bit,<br />

130 December 2006 The Absolute Sound

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