Dorothy Ashby – The Jazz Harpist

The Jazz Harpist

Dorothy AshbyThe Jazz Harpist Regent MG-6039 (1957)


Dorothy Ashby’s debut album as a leader The Jazz Harpist gives a taste of what was to come from the woman who seems to be unanimously regarded as the greatest jazz harpist.  But at the same time this recording relies a bit too much on the novelty of having a harp in a jazz setting.  It wallows in a few gimmicks.  She uses two in particular on many of the songs: the stereotypical harp glissando (sweep) and imitation of guitar.  For the latter, she strums and plays a few melodic notes, which gives the impression of two guitarists.  It is kind of a neat trick, but she doesn’t do that much with it.  Her frequent collaborator Frank Wess is here, though his playing on flute is a little stiff compared to on the pair’s later recordings.  Ashby would just get better over her next few albums, exploring hard bop and cool jazz idioms, before she would take a turn toward soul jazz and eastern-flavored spiritual jazz.

Lawrence S. Wittner – Corporate Welfare Fails to Deliver the Jobs

Link to an article by Lawrence S. Wittner:

“Corporate Welfare Fails to Deliver the Jobs: The Sad Case of Start-Up NY”

Bonus links: “How Business ‘Partnerships’ Flopped at America’s Largest University” and “Wisconsin’s $4.1 Billion Foxconn Boondoggle” and “The HQ2 Scam: How Amazon Used a Bidding War to Scrape Cities’ Data” and “‘Winners’ in Amazon Sweepstakes Sure to Be the Losers” and “Give Money to Workers, Not Billionaires”

Bobby McFerrin – Bobby McFerrin

Bobby McFerrin

Bobby McFerrinBobby McFerrin Elektra Musician E1-60023 (1982)


On his debut Bobby McFerrin bore some resemblance to jazz singers like Al Jarreau and Betty Carter, but lots of this material is relatively straight 80s pop that wouldn’t sound out of place on a Hall & Oates album.  Some of the pop stuff is actually decent, as on “Feline”.  Unfortunately, there are only a few a cappella (or mostly a cappella) tracks that demonstrate the unique vocal abilities McFerrin possessed.  His next album The Voice, recorded live, completely a cappella, was a major step forward, stripping away the overt commercialism of this debut.

James Carter Organ Trio – At the Crossroads

At the Crossroads

James Carter Organ TrioAt the Crossroads EmArcy B0016081-02 (2011)


At the Crossroads has some of the benefits and all the drawbacks of any typical James Carter album. He plays to the audience, recontextualizing bits of the past with a lot of charisma.  Maybe he doesn’t reach to do this as much as he has elsewhere, but he still does it.  But he also plays in front of a band that seems a little too conservative for his solos.  When I’m feeling unkind, I would even say he pulls a Sidney Bechet and purposefully has the band sandbag by playing dull tropes to make him sound more impressive by comparison.  Anyway, there is a bit too much lazy blues and lounge-y stuff here, and the occasional vocals seem to lack any sort of edge, but occasionally it hits, like on “The Hard Blues” and “Aged Pain.”  If all this sounds like a pretty tepid endorsement, then it suits this lukewarm effort.

Mekons – Journey to the End of the Night

Journey to the End of the Night

MekonsJourney to the End of the Night Quarterstick QS60CD (2000)


When I was listening less than a week after Lou Reed died, I contemplated how Journey to the End of the Night (like much of Reed’s later work) represents middle-aged rock.  Mekons bandmembers were in their 40s when they recorded this.  It is tempered and softened like you might expect a rock album by middle aged persons to be.  But it also has noisier guitar (“Cast No Shadows”) and harder meaning in the lyrics than the sort of “adult contemporary” or “dad rock” pabulum that is passed off as what mainstream rock audiences of comparable ages should listen to.  But this is music with more substance than that, even when it draws some cues — and it certainly does — from those more insipid genres.  Take one of the album’s best songs, “TINA”.  It’s the acronym Margaret Thatcher’s brutal regime used to declare: “there is no alternative” to her political program (still in place as of this writing).  By that she meant that her cronies in finance, who cast her in the role of “useful idiot”, were given free reign to run roughshod over the UK’s welfare state, selling off public assets for a fraction of their worth and terminating social programs, all to make the rich richer on the backs of the poor and working classes.   But this song talks about how “it looks like an accident / caused by the government”  but the singer can still say that “I can still dream of things / that have never been / but someday will be.”  It’s an attempt to convey how there is indeed an alternative, with a human face, and it’s inevitable.  This is the sort of stuff adults should care about, and here it is in a rock song with a light reggae beat.  Rather than confining rock to the endless loop and infinite permutations of personal relationships — key amongst the famous compromises in “formal freedoms” granted after the 1968 uprisings–this is making the music about the political.  Upping the ante, perhaps, is “Last Night on Earth,” which, if you can believe it, is about the origins of printed money.  A few years after this album was released, anthropologist David Graeber published Debt: The First 5,000 Years, which explains how money in human society arose to replace moral debts (not to replace a barter system, as is mindlessly repeated by most orthodox economists).  It tells the same story as this song.  So this begins, “life is a debt / that must someday be paid.”  That is the story of money.  Note also that the liner insert for this CD features photos of the signs outside an exploitative check cashing business.

Hey, but all this talk of politics and economics doesn’t really hit you at all at first.  The music sounds refined, acceptable.  That’s what makes it special.  The Mekons certainly have better albums.  But with Journey to the End of the Night (sharing its title with Céline‘s best novel, «Voyage au bout de la nuit») they demonstrate a faculty with the most difficult of prospects, that of making rock and roll that is both mature and yet still rock and roll.  It’s softened more than most, and unlike Lou Reed they take a few more shades off the driving guitar sound, leaving hardly a guitar solo to be found.  Still, it’s all within the realm of rock.  As I’ve said before, the concept of middle-aged rock is categorically rejected by many who feel rock is a young person’s game.  I think it’s a difficult proposition, a narrow terrain prone to failure, but I think rock should be open-ended enough to allow it, and I think the concept can succeed.  Journey to the End of the Night is such a minor success, not without its own flaws.

On Symbols and Reality

“In order to express our sense of reality, we must use some kind of symbol: words or notes or shades of paint or television pictures or sculpted forms.  None of those symbols or images can ever completely satisfy us because they can never be any more than what they are — a fragment of a reflection of what we feel reality to be.”

Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember (2003).

“The map is not the territory; the map doesn’t cover all of the territory; and the map is self-reflexive (it becomes part of the territory).”

Alfred Korzybski, Science and Sanity (1933).

“the distinction between appearance and essence has to be inscribed into appearance itself.”

Slavoj Žižek, Less Than Nothing: Hegel and the Shadow of Dialectical Materialism (2012).

“One sees in effect that if here the signifier is a melting pot in so far as it bears witness to a presence that is past, and that inversely in what is signifying, there is always in the fully developed signifier which the word is, there is always a passage, namely something which is beyond each one of the elements which are articulated, and which are of their nature fleeting, vanishing, that is the passage from one to the other which constitutes the essential of what we call the signfying chain, and that this passage qua vanishing, is this very thing which can be trusted”

Jacques Lacan, Seminar V.

Johnny Cash – Orange Blossom Special

Orange Blossom Special

Johnny CashOrange Blossom Special Columbia CS 9109 (1965)


Johnny Cash didn’t always make great albums.  Sometimes, especially into the 1970s, he was more of a live performer and going to the studio to record was an afterthought.  As a result there was frequently a great song or two and a bunch of mediocre filler.  In the 1960s he did a number of concept albums.  These would often get off on the wrong foot, like Blood, Sweat & Tears opening with an overly-long “The Legend of John Henry’s Hammer.”  Orange Blossom Special fits into his concept album era.  It was Cash making overtures to the urban folk revival movement.  He had already appeared at the Newport Folk Festival in July of 1964, and later that year he was in the studio recording this album.  It’s an odd thing really.  There is an offhand quality to this, and Cash hardly seems to be pushing himself.  But it’s still a fun one.  The opening “Orange Blossom Special” is a railroad song — Cash loved railroad songs.  It’s a weaker, almost forced performance.  But the album picks up.  Cash considered himself a collector of songs.  So it’s no wonder he came to Bob Dylan pretty early on.  While recording At San Quentin he even announced to the audience that Dylan was a great songwriter.  There are three Dylan songs here.  “It Ain’t Me Babe” is the pick of the bunch.  It may just be the definitive reading.  “When It’s Springtime in Alaska (It’s Forty Below),” a duet with June Carter but not a Dylan song, is the other classic here.  In all, the song selection is superb.  It’s eclectic enough to include The Carter Family‘s standard “Wildwood Flower,” the Irish folk tune “Danny Boy,” and the rousing religious number “Amen.”  There may be better performances of some of the songs like “Long Black Veil” and “The Wall” on At Folsom Prison, but the quirky performances here keep things fresh so that even listing to this back to back with other versions nothing would drag.  It may take a few listens to come around to this one.  But it is such a pleasant, unassuming little album that touches on so many classic themes of love, god, murder and liberty that run through Cash’s entire body of work that fans may find themselves coming back to this one more than most.