Tomasz Stańko Quartet – Suspended Night ECM 1868 / 981 1244 (2004)
More like Polish Codes (From the Underground).
Cultural Detritus, Reviews, and Commentary
Tomasz Stańko Quartet – Suspended Night ECM 1868 / 981 1244 (2004)
More like Polish Codes (From the Underground).
Juçara Marçal – Encarnado (self-released) (2014)
Comes across vaguely like a low-budget version of Tom Zé‘s Vira Lata na Via Láctea (2014), with more conventionally pretty vocals. Marçal is an excellent vocalist. The album’s major limitation is the “math rock” guitar style of Kiko Dinucci and Rodrigo Campos (Dinucci appeared as a guest on the Zé album), which more often than not uses the raw repetition of riffs as a way to cover up a general lack of ideas. The experimentalism of the music also falls prey to self-indulgence at times. Yet Marçal has a way of making just about anything she sings captivating, which often counteracts the overbearing (and mostly boring) guitar. The album improves somewhat in the second half, with shorter songs that have less guitar (and sometimes when it appears, it is more as a novelty and a contrast or change-of-pace, rather than with a serious “rock” sound, which works better). There are a few promising aspects to this album (especially the songs “João Carranca” and “Canção Pra Ninar Oxum”), but for the most part it seems insufficiently thought-through and burdened by the very mediocre guitar playing.
Esperanza Spalding – Esperanza Heads Up International HUCD 3140 (2008)
I suppose I’m spoiled in having heard strong female artists like PJ Harvey, tUnE-yArDs. Esperanza Spalding is not one of those women. On Esperanza she accedes to a rather bland, established formula for vocal jazz, with hushed, breathy vocalizations, and warm, soft and non-confrontational backing, with a lot of rather vague third world-isms laced through. It comes across as something between Sade and Diana Krall, with the kind of emphasis on lightweight pop rather than jazz that Norah Jones established as the dominant commercial form. The lyrics here are banal, though there seems to be little attempt to make them the focus. The album has finely crafted production values, but Spalding makes no attempt to establish her own voice. She plays bass competently but not remarkably. This album just drifts by without making its mark.
Esperanza Spalding – Chamber Music Society Heads Up International HUI-31810-02 (2010)
I bagged on Esperanza’s last album (Esperanza) because she followed a formula too closely. Well, on this time out she certainly breaks from formula. Now she dabbles in a mixture of third-stream and pop. Problem is, she doesn’t pull it off. The songs are too complex for their own good. Cluttered. It seems like she’s aiming for something a little more ambitious than she’s able to pull off as a writer and arranger, even if well within her means as a performer. Oh well.
Nara Leão – Dez anos depois Polydor 2.388.004/5 (1971)
The history of bossa nova runs through Nara Leão, to the point that some claim the original bossa nova scene coalesced in her parents’ living room. She became a star in her native Brazil, and was one of the more popular bossa nova singers. But with the military coup, she first turned toward protest music, then left the country in 1969. She lived in Paris, and in August of 1969 announced in an interview that she had retired from professional singing. Her retirement proved short-lived. Soon enough she was back to recording and in 1971 released the double LP Dez anos depois, which featured new recordings of older bossa nova songs. The first LP was minimalist, and recorded in Paris. The second LP, only slightly less minimalist, featured some backing arrangements (by Roberto Menescal mostly, plus Luis Eça and Rogério Duprat for two tracks each), and was recorded in Rio.
Dez anos depois (translation: “ten years later”) is sort of a sister album to Françoise Hardy‘s La question (1971). Both have an intimate, melancholy feel, and expatriate Brazilian guitarist Tuca (Valeniza Zagni da Silva) appears on both. It might even be said that both put forward musical personas that were unique to the heyday second-wave feminism — not in terms of overt feminist militancy but instead (and somewhat paradoxically) by being unassuming thinking-woman’s music of a kind that simply wasn’t given much of an airing in prior times.
Tuca’s guitar is wonderful. Unlike the pure sublime gracefulness of João Gilberto or the sentimentality of Baden Powell, she leavens the angelic melodies with a hint of punky, plucky impertinence. “Fotographia” illustrates that point in its hypnotic strummed line unsettled by a dissonant, sour note lingering in the chords but never brought to the forefront. Across much of the first LP (seemingly the only disc on which Tuca appears) the melodic statements on guitar often seem rushed, almost, to emphasize the rhythmic aspects. This is both the essence of bossa nova, and a contrarian act of defiance.
Of course, Nara’s vocals are a big part of the album’s appeal. There is an insouciance to her delivery. The “ten years after” of the album title seems to refer to beginning her (then amateur) singing career that many years before. This is an album that looks back to a musical genre that she had left behind. But it looks back from a place and time in which Nara was living in Paris not long after the May 1968 student uprising came and went, and, in her own career, after a period of protest singing and retirement. So, rather than the cynical (anti-)flashiness of bossa nova in its early-/mid-1960s commercial peak, full of brash hope and revolutionary optimism thinly veiled behind leisurely tempos and sunny harmonies, Dez anos depois has a more deeply restrained and somber attitude, aware of the limitations of the first wave of bossa nova but still ready to draw on core elements that had weathered the intervening few years. That is to say that Nara’s renditions of these songs draw on the elements of bossa nova that precisely were not what garnered the music international success in the prior decade. This album makes attempts to find new meanings in the genre’s history. In that respect this album also does what any good “comeback” does: find something that was there before but overshadowed and emphasize it anew.
If much Brazilian music of the 1960s and 70s has maintained a cultish appeal internationally, thanks partly to limited geographic distribution of reissues in the CD era (and even the digital distribution era), Dez anos depois is somewhat doubly a dark horse given the timing of its original release and the superficial appearance as a mere recapitulation of the past. This is really an album that tries to right the wrongs of commercial bossa nova, giving the genre a new life of sorts. Even if the recording fidelity of the Paris sessions is only mediocre, this is an excellent collection of chamber-style bossa nova recordings from a surprisingly fertile period after the international commercial spotlight moved on to other genres, up there with Gilberto’s self-titled João Gilberto (1973) and Elis Regina and Antônio Carlos Jobim‘s Elis & Tom (1974).
Willie Nelson – It Always Will Be Lost Highway B0002576-02 (2004)
As he has aged, Willie Nelson’s music has stayed fairly mellow. It Always Will Be is a solid effort, nowhere near his best, but decent for this part of his career. Its consistent fault is that producer James Stroud gives the music too much spit and polish. A little grit and gravel would have helped this along tremendously. Although it bears mentioning that breaking from the mellow tone of the rest of the album with the utterly ridiculous modern southern rock of “Midnight Rider” is brazenly stupid.
The Mothers of Invention – Weasels Ripped My Flesh Bizarre MS 2028 (1970)
An album decidedly influenced by free jazz. Woodwinds player Ian Underwood had studied at the Lenox School of Jazz back in 1959 when Ornette Coleman inspired many to take up the banner of “free” jazz, and maybe that experience helped steer the music on this album. Or so it seems from the opener “Didja Get Any Onya.” From there, much of this seems like aimless jams that have good ideas drawn out too long (many of the recordings were made live). The abstractions are great in theory but are less impressive in practice. And “The Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbeque” might be the single least interesting thing with Dolphy‘s name attached to it. But there is also a more straightforward rock song, “My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama,” which has long been a favorite Mothers song of mine. Anyway, music aside, this one features a great Neon Park album cover!
Sam & Dave – The Best of Sam & Dave Atlantic SD 8218 (1969) & 7 81279-2 (1987)
I have to admit that I sought out this album (the CD reissue version) after watching the movie The Blues Brothers, in which the characters “Joliet” Jake and Elwood Blues listen to “Hold On, I’m Comin'” and “Soothe Me” from it on 8-Track while riding in the “Bluesmobile”. Originally released in 1969 with fourteen tracks, reissues expanded the track list by a full 50% (with twenty-one tracks). While the original version had the advantage of being one of the best track-for-track southern soul albums ever, the reissues add some more great tracks — even if some classics like “I Can’t Stand Up (For Falling Down)” are still absent.
Nicknamed “The Dynamic Duo,” “Double Dynamite,” and “The Sultans of Sweat,” Sam & Dave were the most commercially popular soul act of their era. They were a crossover success, achieving mainstream popularity rather than just ghettoized niche genre success. Decades later, with the vacuity of most pop, it is almost hard to believe that music this genuinely good could achieve such commercial success!
Sam Moore had a higher (tenor) vocal range, while Dave Prater had a lower baritone/tenor range. It was the contrast between their different voices that really set their music apart. But many of their best songs took those contrasts even further. “Hold on, I’m Coming” featured deep, low saxophones plus a contrasting bright, high trumpet, which mirrors the contrast between Moore and Prater’s vocals. The ending of “May I Baby” uses a similar device. “Soul Man” places the entire horn section in contrast with the sweet guitar of Steve Cropper. All that made for a useful metaphor for the late period of the freedom (civil rights) movement. The chord progressions and other aspects of the music drew heavily from gospel. The recordings benefit from being part of the classic Stax era, drawing on the talents of the house musicians and the songwriting team of Issac Hayes and David Porter. Sam & Dave’s working relationship deteriorated in the 1970s, and the two would barely speak to each other. That is perhaps an irrelevancy, as their brand of soul music fell out of favor as the world changed around them in that decade.
The Best of Sam & Dave is a great set of music, and it remains one of the essentials of southern soul.
Rolling Stones – Let It Bleed Decca SKL 5025 (1969)
Probably the most convincing of The Stones’ late 60s/early 70s blues rock efforts.
Rolling Stones – Shine a Light Interscope B0010961-02 (2008)
Damn! So this is not the work of an excellent Rolling Stones cover band? Pathetic really.