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Louis Moholo-Moholo<br />
Sibanye<br />
INTAKT 145<br />
AAAA<br />
At first sight, South African drummer Louis<br />
Moholo-Moholo, an original member of the<br />
Blue Notes and later a fixture in pianist Chris<br />
McGregor’s Brotherhood of Breath, and pianist<br />
Marilyn Crispell, who got much attention during<br />
her tenure with the brainy Anthony Braxton,<br />
could not be further apart. This makes this<br />
album’s triumph even more remarkable.<br />
Without any planning, the pair launches into a<br />
series of free improvisations that grab the attention<br />
from start to finish.<br />
Although Sibanye has been released under<br />
Joe Temperley<br />
The Sinatra<br />
Songbook<br />
HEP JAZZ 2093<br />
AAA 1 /2<br />
Scottish baritone saxophonist<br />
Joe Temperley<br />
moved to New York in<br />
the mid-’60s, and has<br />
had a distinguished<br />
career anchoring the<br />
woodwind section of<br />
legendary big bands,<br />
including Duke Ellington, Woody Herman and<br />
for the last 20 years, the Jazz at Lincoln Center<br />
Orchestra. He’ll turn 80 this year, and this CD is,<br />
unsurprisingly, a nostalgia trip. But aside from a<br />
certain Francis Albert, it also showcases<br />
Temperley’s nicely tempered soprano sax<br />
(notably on a sunny “Day By Day”).<br />
Soprano and baritone aren’t obvious doubling<br />
mates, but Temperley is at home on the lighter<br />
horn and, as Frank Sinatra biographer and liner<br />
note writer Will Friedwald puts it, on bari<br />
Temperley is more “Fred Astaire than Hulk<br />
Hogan.” The CD has a sprightliness that will<br />
appeal to those who like their jazz diatonic, nongratuitous<br />
and not overly clever, pretty much the<br />
Sinatra way therein. Andy Farber is an important<br />
member of the ensemble, who, along with<br />
guitarist James Chirillo, wrote most of the<br />
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Moholo’s name, Crispell is at the forefront, as<br />
the drummer is mostly satisfied with a supportive<br />
role. He uses the cymbals as a driving force<br />
and the toms to add drama or provide a vociferous<br />
backdrop. In every situation, he is careful<br />
not to overshadow his partner and manages to<br />
harness his eagerness and excitement.<br />
Crispell is often categorized as a Cecil Taylor<br />
disciple, but this performance will easily dispel<br />
this notion. She does display the angularity and<br />
physicality most are accustomed to—the might<br />
of her attack on the keys still has the capacity to<br />
impress—but she also favors a newer approach<br />
that was the trademark of her latest solo album,<br />
Vignettes (ECM), which adroitly balances lyricism<br />
and tension. On a couple of occasions she<br />
connects with Moholo at such an emotional<br />
level that she brings a poignancy that also inhabits<br />
the work the best South African jazzmen<br />
have produced.<br />
The result is a thoughtful work and a beautiful<br />
collaboration that succeeds because Crispell and<br />
Moholo make some commendable efforts to<br />
bridge their musical worlds and to create an<br />
original and personal universe. —Alain Drouot<br />
Sibanye: Improvise, Don’t Compromise; Moment Of Truth;<br />
Journey; Soze (Never); Phendula (Reply); Reflect; Sibanye (We<br />
Are One). (58:57)<br />
Personnel: Marilyn Crispell, piano; Louis Moholo-Moholo,<br />
drums.<br />
Ordering info: intaktrec.ch<br />
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arrangements, and is a nimble,<br />
on point saxophonist.<br />
Chirillo’s “Moontune” is<br />
a contrafact of “Fly Me To<br />
The Moon,” with some<br />
playful shoots and ladders<br />
riffing, and more relaxed<br />
soprano from the leader.<br />
Farber’s ironic, breezy take<br />
on “I’ll Never Smile<br />
Again” is another protracted<br />
piece with consummate<br />
solos all round, with trumpeter<br />
Ryan Kisor’s being<br />
the most adventurous; the song offers some cute<br />
unison glissandi, and another tip of the fedora is<br />
owed to the swinging rhythm section. The workmanlike<br />
Temperley doesn’t laud it on the ballads,<br />
as he keeps things airy and at a ballroom<br />
tempo so we don’t get lost in any emotional<br />
trough; to wit Gordon Jenkins’ valedictory tearjerker,<br />
which closes out the set, wouldn’t embarrass<br />
the Chairman. —Michael Jackson<br />
The Sinatra Songbook: Come Fly With Me; Everything<br />
Happens To Me; Moontune; PS I Love You; Day By Day; Nancy<br />
(With The Laughing Face); All The Way; I’ve Got The World On A<br />
String; I’ll Never Smile Again; In The Wee Small Hours; I’ve Got<br />
You Under My Skin; Put Your Dreams Away; Goodbye. (67:37)<br />
Personnel: Joe Temperley, baritone and soprano saxophone;<br />
Andy Farber, alto and tenor saxophone; Ryan Kisor, trumpet;<br />
John Allred, trombone; James Chirillo, guitar; Dan Nimmer,<br />
piano; John Webber, bass; Leroy Williams, drums.<br />
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Ordering info: hepjazz.com<br />
Henry Grimes<br />
Solo<br />
ILK 151<br />
AAA<br />
Henry Grimes’ story attracts superlatives like a<br />
magnet attracts iron filings. A sought-after<br />
accompanist for the likes of Cecil Taylor and<br />
Don Cherry, as well as the first-call bassist for<br />
ESP, he disappeared in the late ’60s and lived a<br />
life of obscurity, poverty and hard labor until he<br />
was discovered by a social worker living bassless<br />
in a Los Angeles SRO in 2003. William<br />
Parker shipped him a bass and within months he<br />
returned to music.<br />
The best part of the story is that his playing<br />
was quite good. This record, his first widely<br />
available unaccompanied solo release, should be<br />
the crowning statement of an inspiring second<br />
act; instead, it is a tough slog for all save<br />
Grimes’ uncritical true believers.<br />
The problem is not that Grimes plays violin,<br />
an instrument he started bringing on stage when<br />
he turned 70, as well as bass. While his chops on<br />
the smaller instrument do not match those he<br />
brings to the bass, he still achieves passages<br />
where incendiary abandon transmutes into<br />
rough-hewn beauty that cracks the nut of conventional<br />
harmony and finds sweet meat inside.<br />
Anyone who can warm to Billy Bang or Ornette<br />
Coleman’s bowing will find something of worth<br />
when he hits his peak here.<br />
Nor can one fault his bass skills. His arco<br />
playing still matches melodic fluency to a marvelously<br />
cavernous tone, and he’s at his most<br />
lucid rendering bold, complex pizzicato figures.<br />
Even so, there are moments when he sounds<br />
like he’s treading water while he waits for the<br />
next good idea to arrive. The album’s problem<br />
lays in a failure of discipline and poor post-production.<br />
It runs two hours and 34 minutes,<br />
which is simply too long, especially given the<br />
inconsistency of the material. A more listenerfriendly<br />
approach that mined the session for its<br />
best moments and split them into sections<br />
would have resulted in a much stronger album<br />
than this intermittently engaging but deeply<br />
flawed document. —Bill Meyer<br />
Solo: Disc 1. (76:47) Disc 2. (77:08)<br />
Personnel: Henry Grimes, bass, violin.<br />
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Ordering info: ilkmusic.com