Nicole Mitchell & Lisa E. Harris EarthSeed (FPE)

For the last two decades, Nicole Mitchell’s polyglot perspective has made her discography one of creative improv’s richest and most daring. She has used both swing and abstraction, recorded solo and with large groups, and experimented with poetry and theatre. This homage to Octavia Butler, a collab with conceptualist/vocalist Lisa E. Harris, is especially evocative, arriving with an astute Afrofuturist sensibility that reveals parallels between fantasy and reality. 

Butler is the only sci-fi author to earn a MacArthur Grant, and a philosopher who has said her work is fundamentally about “social power.” Mitchell’s mom, an artist who painted black women thriving in cosmic worlds, was enamored of the writer; the flautist also fell under Butler’s spell, previously recording a pair of albums inspired by her tomes. The mid-90s Earthseed series depicts the fraught future of 2024, with violence erupting between the classes, and a scarcity of natural resources. Adaptation to this new world becomes paramount, but is it possible? Mitchell and Harris stitch their fabric with a very timely thread. 

The music, from a 2017 Chicago performance, trades conventional storytelling for swooping aural poetry, giving Harris plenty of room to share the skills she’s developed in her progressive opera and sound-art presentations. Avant arias are bent for interplay; conversational exchanges fly by. “Ownness” addresses the duty of loving each other as flute, strings and electronics hover below. “Biotic Seeds” declares “Your enemies and saviors are within.” “Whole Black Collision” feels like a pocket symphony – cataclysm and transcendence portrayed in under six minutes. The leader’s Black Earth Ensemble amplifies each emotion that passes. Mitchell has said she wants her music to create “visionary worlds.” EarthSeed does just that, boasting an eloquence that matches its imagination.

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Sara Schoenbeck & Wayne Horvitz Cell Walk (Songlines)

It was obvious by the third piece. Wayne Horvitz and Sara Schoenbeck’s onstage rapport at January’s Winter Jazzfest hushed the audience and commanded all eyes forward. It wasn’t because their piano/bassoon duet was quieter than the music preceding it; more like the bittersweet ruminations they were essaying had a distinct poetic authority. That cryptic yet charming tone defines their debut disc as well, a well-planned excursion that arrives with the casual feel of an impromptu stroll.

An air of mystery has distinguished Horvitz’s palette from the ’80s on, and during the last four decades the 64-year-old composer has nurtured it enough to insightfully tint experiments in classical, jazz, and prog-funk situations. On paper, this new duo is a subset of his Gravitas Quartet, a brass/strings/reeds ensemble with a penchant for making modest maneuvers seem plush. Schoenbeck is key to that inspired foursome, but here her accord with the pianist resonates deeper.

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9Donkeys, 4(+2)NewReleases, 1BigEndeavor

Sure, you can get lots of these classiques at Screwgun’s music page, but the big news is that today the label’s 9Donkeys subsidiary is rolling strong by dropping four key releases (after a pair of discs introduced the new imprint last month). Fierce and agile duets between Tim Berne and Matt Mitchell, graceful live essays of Ornette Colman, Dewey Redman, Charlie Haden and Julius Hemphill tunes by Broken Shadows (put your head inside the slinky way their spin on “Body” works), a galloping jumble by Adobe Probe, and…wait for it…the disturbingly gorgeous string/reed duet from Hank Roberts and Tim Berne that’s been OOP for a while, Cause and Reflect. I dug this last one upon its initial release, but it’s really gotten to me this time ’round. Had morning coffee with it for the last 10 days, and it’s feeling like a cornerstone of summer 2020. The musicians have always had a deep rapport (check those Miniature discs) and when they connected at Cornell to record alone together, their lyrical sides were front and center. From pizzicato cello gambits and bowed swooping, to bari moans and alto plaints, the interaction is wildly communicative. There’s an unmistakable singing quality to these improvs which all spill together into a rich whole. Extra points for the pesto veggie fusilli on the cover. this weekend I’m promising myself to jump on the Adobe Probe horse and go explore the rugged terrain right there over the next hill. Bet it’s fun.

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Liberty Ellman Last Desert (Pi Recordings)

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There’s a fetching conundrum at the center of Liberty Ellman’s ensemble music. Though spry and potent, it carries itself with a grace that puts a ceiling on exclamation. That kind of self-containment seems like it could be a bummer – improv’s fun often stems from the music’s enthusiasm, right? But in Ellman’s case, it adds a dollop of intrigue by foregrounding etiquette; even as his tuba/trumpet/sax/guitar front line issues a tapestry of frisky salvos, a chamber temperament dominates. The pieces feel just as natural at a muted volume as they do cranked up.

The guitarist’s producing and mixing skills gave 2015’s Radiate the kind of complex air  that marks this new disc. Refining his approach, and bolstering a dedication to melody, Last Desert is an apt bookend for its predecessor. A tad more polished, a bit more stabilized, its attack arrives with poise. “Last Desert II” is a baroque dirge that moves with stealth as it delivers both thorns and cushions.

The rhythmic percolation that marks the work of Ellman’s occasional boss Henry Threadgill is front and center here. The smooth gusts of Jose Davila’s tuba and Steve Lehman’s alto also boost the Threadgill parallels on “Rubber Flowers” and “Liquid.” But the attractive lyricism that the guitarist brings to his sideman role with Stephan Crump’s Rosetta Trio comes into play, too. His solo on “Portals,” and picking on “The Sip,” have a signature lilt that makes the music glow a bit brighter, swirling rather than chopping – a clever way to pacify and provoke at the same time. Call it fetching conundrum number two.

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Pixies ‘Doolittle’ Anniversary Interview

HERE IN SEQUESTERVILLE, I FOUND MY OLD MUSICIAN MAGAZINE PROFILE OF PIXIES AROUND THE TIME DOOLITTLE WAS RELEASED. HAD FUN CHATTING WITH THE BAND WAY BACK WHEN AND ENJOYED A COUPLE OTHER PROJECTS WITH CT AFTER THAT. QUITE A BAND. QUITE A RECORD. THOUGHT I’D SHARE THIS ON ITS 31st ANNIVERSARY.

Black Francis is making it easy for me to describe how his band Pixies concocts its ratty brand of power pop. Over breakfast at the Deli Haus in Boston’s Kenmore Square, he’s rubbing his potato knishes in hot mustard and applesauce. Voila! Drop the needle on Doolittle, the third Pixies disc for the for 4AD label, and the cagey balderdash that screams out of the box will slap your head with just enough skronked-up guitar to be modern (the mustard) and just enough sweet structural hooks to keep you coming back for more (the applesauce). Doolittle is funny, hushed, disheveled, exasperating, explosive, fragmented, incorrect and right-on. So right-on, in fact, it’s cracked the Billboard charts. Not bad for unrepentant indie music of the late 20th century.

“Feedback is major, a major thing for us,” says the guitarist/songwriter, a 24-year-old whose real name is Charles Thompson, “but the song has always got to come through. I don’t know where that idea comes from, maybe from the fact that I listen to larger amounts of classic rock then underground punk. I just got a rental car and I’ve kept the radio stuck on the oldies station in town. For the most part you’re going to be guaranteed a chill or a goose bump once every 10 minutes. Bam! “Surfin Bird.” Bam! “Please Mr. Postman.” That stuff is great. College radio isn’t like that.”

Perhaps not, but college radio has helped anoint Pixies in the marketplace since their Come On Pilgrim EP trickled out in 1987. It was followed last year by the much-improved and wonderfully bent Surfer Rosa. 4AD found a new distribution deal with Elektra, and has made Doolittle the band’s most visible release. “Monkey Gone to Heaven,” the track that has made a surprising amount of non-college playlists, delivers the classic goods – riffs, melodies, punchy drums – but finds them bellowing maniacally about holes in the sky, sliced-up eyeballs, and Hebrew numerology. Even Black Francis is a bit surprised it’s gotten as far as it has. 

“I don’t know too much about airplay,” he shrugs, “I can’t really gear my writing to the radio. I suppose I would be that much wealthier that much quicker if I could pull it off.” And he has another theory as to why Pixies can afford rental cars these days. “I’m not trying to brag – I don’t think we’re real good musicians or anything – but when we first got together, we’d be in that rehearsal studio, a shithole with mosquitoes and sewage, every fucking night. We’d look down the corridor, and all the other spaces would be empty. I was shocked – it cost like $500 a month. Where were those other bands?”

Evidently, they weren’t out at The Rat, one of Beantown’s most glorious punk dives, clocking sets and absorbing contempo sounds like Pixies were. The others weren’t deciding how to deploy random interruptions, intra-song conversations, affected vocals and screw-loose instrumental forays, like Pixies were. But for all their claptrap, the band – guitarist Joey Santiago, bassist Kim Deal, and drummer David Lovering – seem pragmatic as hell. Where other underground bands revel in their shit storms, Pixies, on Doolittle especially, portion out their moments of ugliness. “Dissonance and that kind of thing is a standard of cool these days,” says Black Francis. “For some bands it’s the only thing. I don’t agree.” 

So the feedback gets utilized. For all their wiseacre smirks and explosive blather, the Pixies aren’t antisocial. Even though Black Francis is a constant yelper (he sings with wild abandon anytime he wants, even when unnecessary) there’s an earnest vibe in his frenzy. “We stay away from sarcasm,” he states bluntly. “We have no concept of being obnoxious or offending anyone that’s not in our orientation. If we start to thrash around, it’s not too present an attitude, it’s to be ballsy. Our goal is to come up with cool rock songs.” 

Cool in this case involves lyrics that tease with relevance, non-sequiturs that are pregnant with meaning but seldom add up to anything concrete (“talking sweet about nothing,” the singer whispers in “Tame”). “Some of the stuff is borderline surreal,” he confesses. “We spend time on the riffs and chord progressions and not so much on the lyrics, although we do pay close attention to what will become the lyrics: rhyme scheme, meter, accents. Music is pretty mathematical. Obviously it involves repetition. So structure is important. It’s about sounds; sometimes an angg word or an eey word is on your mind – just sounds. In the end I’ll come up with something, although it might be about nothing. The main thing is that it fits. “Tame” is a good example. I could have said “pain” I guess, but I would never write a song with a chorus of “pain!” 

So wisdom doesn’t flap out of his yap. But in his vivid imagination, certain phrases do crop up. Interviewers have been bugging Black Francis about the blood-and-guts factor in his lyrics. Dumb-ass stuff, according to him. “Anyone who thinks I’m gory is only reading the titles,” he says with his fur up. “‘Gouge Away,’ ‘I Bleed’ – if you check the words you’ll see that they aren’t about urban decay or violence. ‘Wave of Mutilation’ is about the ocean. I keep it vague. ‘Monkey Gone to Heaven’ isn’t about ecology. I just stuck a reference to the environment in there because the ocean and sky are romantic, places that everyone has sung about – classical topics. I couldn’t sing about trash in the street, but a hole in the sky, that’s pretty wild. Forget about whether the planet is going to survive. The hole is pretty interesting in itself.”

The band has toyed with random factors in their music as well. In the past they’ve sketched out songs that start up, drop out and then charge back. Doolittle finds them more locked together. The rhythm section shows a newfound command. It’s this kind of development that has aided the success of “Monkey.” “But remember,” muses the singer, “if we’re a bit more accessible, that has more than a little to do with our bigger budget and our producer, Gil Norton. He’s totally pop-oriented. Real British. He’s into OMD and Yello, not Black Flag. He’s a great arranger and he likes our music; there was good tension between us. The smart ideas we kept and the corny ideas got thrown out. Like, ‘Sorry  Gil, no way are we going to put hand claps on that part,’ but ‘Yeah, the tambourine sounds great there – keep it.’” 

Seldom have off-the-wall and accessible notions shaken hands so productively. “Debaser,” Doolittle’s opening track, sounds like U2 with shit stains on their clothes. Black Francis says his band probably won’t ever get any cleaner than they are now (unless it was for something “really epic, like the Beach Boys or Bowie). Their take of Neil Young’s “Winterlong,” on the new charity compilation The Bridge, is a straight-ahead reading. “It’s the best thing we’ve ever recorded, an amazing song. We sped it up and it came off like the Everlys.” For all the band’s fragmented debris, Francis and Deal boast the most potent male/female harmonies since Doe and Cervenka. When their voices align, a classic feel emerges. 

“That’s what it’s all about,” he concludes. “Forget the analytical content, just try to get off on the tunes. Never mind what year it’s from, does it move me or not? For me, rock music has got to be easy, natural and satisfying. Buying records, going to a friend’s house and playing them – it’s the best thing in the world. Amazing entertainment. It never ceases to kill me.” 

 

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Non Prime Prine, Must-Hear Anyway

Got no truck with the best-of lists floating around, but there’s so much value in the larger picture; don’t let the beauts on this list live in the shadows. All from JP’s pen, ‘cept the Cash and Carter tracks that win you over instantly.

Holly Gleason’s Evocative Farewell

Rob Tannenbaum’s Insightful Song Descriptions

Bitches Brew at 50

In the latter half of the ‘60s, Miles Davis was in the studio on the reg, recalibrating previous moves to render the parade of new possibilities filling his head. More and more, acoustic instruments were in the rear view mirror, piled by the side of a road that was disappearing quickly. Filles de Killamanjaro and In A Silent Way were the first volleys of yet another emerging temperament. By the late summer of ‘69, he convened his largest squad yet, testing the waters with multiple keyboardists, bassists and drummers – a swampy electric confab that gave trad jazz tenets a hot foot while concocting an indelible atmosphere. Bitches Brew.

JazzTimes readers know the 1970 double-album’s impact. It was a juggernaut that made a dent on the Billboard charts, expanded the trumpeter’s audience, moved him into rock ‘n’ roll concert venues, and cemented his status as a wily experimentalist. In the jazz world, confusion and grousing ran hand in hand with hosannas and support. Miles and his producer Teo Macero, who creatively edited the ensemble’s live performances for the final presentation of the Bitches Brew’s six tracks (delivered on a then-novel-for-jazz double album), were provocateurs breaking new ground. Columbia’s advertising campaign deemed the album “A Novel By Miles Davis.” Novel indeed. To celebrate this classic’s 50th anniversary, we chatted with 10 improvisers about its impact. Kinda interesting that several of their views have parallels.

KASSA OVERALL

I went back and listened to it last night for this conversation, and it’s funny how the ear evolves. It was like, ‘Yo, this album was extremely ahead of its time.” The whole concept of looping improvisation, and chopping up samples definitely shed a light on hip-hop. Miles was the first artist doing that. When I was younger, I didn’t even know that part, but listening to it now, it almost sounds like they want you to notice. I can hear the air in the room when the loop point comes around. And it’s almost part of the music for me; I hear it as part of the rhythm. You have a chaotic improvisation, but at the point they loop, it gives it an anchor, like an arrangement, something to lean on. I’ve always known that’s what Teo Macero was doing, but I never really noticed it on an editing level like I do now. That’s exactly what I’m doing with my music.

STEVEN BERNSTEIN

These records, I mean, this is who I am. The funny thing is I got to Bitches Brew late because of who I am. Peter Apfelbaum was our ringleader growing up in Berkeley, and we were definitely into the far out shit. First concert I saw at the Keystone Korner was Eddie Harris, the second was Rahsaan, and then Peter turned me on to Cecil and the Art Ensemble in the summer between 8th and 9th grade. Miles came through, but most Keystone Korner concerts were $8 and the Miles show was $15, so we didn’t go.

Bitches Brew is like Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young to us. It’s pop music. I don’t think I bought Bitches Brew until I got to NYC, in my 20s, and by time I listened to it, it was “Oh yeah, this is cool, man, this beyond makes sense.” That’s why I said CSNY. It was archetypal, easy to listen to, totally grooving, EVERYBODY HAD A COPY OF IT. I put it on just now so I could re-remember it, and the first thing that hit me were all the drum stops. I realized how much that influenced me, even though I didn’t know it. But I’m always using drum stops in Sex Mob, I’m always stopping the drums; that’s the whole thing about Sex Mob. Stop the drums. I tell drummers, “I got the beat, it’s your job to play the drums.” I tell ‘em: “It’s so much better when you don’t play and then you come back in and the people go, ‘Oh my God, that sounds so good,’ you know?

JAIMIE BRANCH

When I heard it in high school, I wasn’t sold immediately. I think I was introduced to it by a hippie kid first of all, and I was more on the punk rock contingent. But really, I think I just wasn’t hip enough yet to get it. Later it became one of my favorite records; I think it was when I got the box set and listened to everything [recorded] around Bitches Brew and started flipping out. And part of that is because he sets up these environments. It all feels like it’s a different world. The sonic layout is so specific it almost feels like you’re in a cartoon or something… or a psychedelic desert. That’s the shit that really freaks me out now; man, he’s setting up these environments that are so saturated and they’re so specific. The music lives in these individual worlds.

MATT MITCHELL 

The cut-up aspects of it, Teo Macero’s editing choices, obviously contributes to its character. I mean, “Pharaoh’s Dance” is constructed from a lot of specific used and reused fragments of tape. That’s a huge part of the album’s vibe, though I didn’t know it at the time. I enjoyed the sound of it on an elemental level. It didn’t take too long to learn that there was editing happening. Maybe four years later, I got it. But I was learning a lot about music really quickly back then. It was an absorption-heavy time for me. I got obsessed. For a while I just liked long tracks. That was really my shit, a slab of music you can get into. Sidelong tracks. It’s still a thing I like. This kind of music from Miles is still my favorite in a lotta ways.

GERALD CLEAVER

It’s like this masterpiece of creative thought. I was reading someone who was saying “this thing is wonderfully unresolved. It never gives you a happy ending.” I agree. It’s got this feeling of “search” floating through it. You’re almost there but you’re not quite there. You can see the destination, but you never arrive. It’s fascinating.

The music was hip. It felt like a bunch of dudes standing around smoking, being cool, sharing ideas. It felt like a team. But it was controlled; Miles was in charge. He had all these sounds put together in a way you never heard before. Electric guitar with acoustic bass, the Rhodes with a wah-wah trumpet, and then they’re not playing songs, they’re playing textures, and insinuating all these rhythms and cross rhythms. It was hypnotic, this trance-like thing. You put your head in, and once you’re in there, the journey is endless. That’s sort of what this music represents to me. It broke those rules of things supposedly having a beginning, middle and end.

JON IRABAGON 

The title track…that groove. Even in college I remember putting it on at parties and that it just mesmerized a ton of us – music school kids, business school kids, actors, regular students, anyone in the room who had an open mind. The music helped bring people together, especially “Bitches Brew.” The groove is infectious, and I remember loving it.

His trumpet playing on Bitches Brew is on a completely other level. His sound is searing on this thing, it’s crazy. I check in with the Plugged Nickel box set all the time; it’s one of my pillars. The story is that Miles was going through some dental things around Plugged Nickel time, even though he still sounds strong. But it’s fascinating to hear how different and better he sounds on Bitches Brew, just a few years later. The command, the force behind his playing, but also the depth and weight of his sound. He feels like a wizard casting laser beams. It’s pretty epic coming back to Bitches Brew after listening to Plugged Nickel for so many years.

BRANDEE YOUNGER 

“Miles Runs the Voodoo Down” is hands down my favorite track on Bitches Brew because it takes me on a journey.  It has so many elements and layers intertwined; rhythmic and harmonic elements, texture, space, and each layer introduces itself bringing the listener along for the ride. I can’t help but think about blaxploitation films of the 1970’s when I hear it, which go right along with the era that this was recorded. Some of my favorite films, such as “Dolemite,” ”Coffey,” “Shaft” and “Sweetback’s Revenge” are all connected by the common thread of the music.  What was hip about the late 60s and early 70s was the beginning of what became fusion. The mix of African and Cuban and Brazilian styles and rhythmic language alongside the “pocket,” a term used to describe the thick groove of Black Soul Music. Miles Davis was clearly at the forefront of this. [Bitches Brew] also spoke to young blacks at the time, which brought about a whole new listener. It was definitely innovative. In ways, we are looking at similar elements in what many call jazz today. There are elements of hip-hop and pop culture being intertwined in all sorts of creative music, making it appealing to new ears. We have what Robert Glasper has been doing for some time, and now when we listen to new records/gigs today, and hear what many call “trap jazz,” I can’t help but wonder – would Miles Davis incorporate trap elements into his music if he were around today? 🙂

BOBBY PREVITE

When I first moved to upstate New York and wanted to connect with other players, one of the first things I turned to was Bitches Brew. It’s something to share, and it’s actually a teaching tool, a great way for people to enter the performance world. You can’t really approach the brilliance of what was done by those original musicians. But because Bitches Brew is, for lack of a better word, free, especially free harmonically, it’s one of those classic things that’s easy to sound okay on. It doesn’t have strict rules, like bebop or Romanticism or 12-Tone, so all you have to know is general skills and having an open mind. Of course, it takes a LOT more to play it as well as the masters did, but because of those things, I’m able to use it as a template to point and show and teach: “This is the kind of thing that’s possible.” It’s also a great project to do if you’re trying to have people play without fear, because you have to be fearless if you’re going to try this. Those guys who made Bitches Brew were fearless musicians. That’s essentially that’s what I’m doing [when I convene the Voodoo Orchestra these days], using it to help musicians play with a little abandon. It’s a great can opener; it’s like taking the shackles off people.

CRAIG TABORN

Maybe how you hear it depends on your point of entry. That window of Miles’ work, the Filles de Kilimanjaro, In a Silent WayBitches Brew era – I sometimes hear it as a roughly 10 year re-encountering of the Kind of Blue/Sketches of Spain modal approach with an awareness and an ear to the changes in the time. Specifically using electric instruments and engaging in contemporary rhythms of that era. It’s a remarkably similar space in terms of what the project is attempting to do and what it does with the information at hand; to me they are reminiscent of his previous postures, extended approaches. That’s not to say it’s all modal by any means, but compared to playing short tunes, let’s say.

I was around 13 when I got the record. This was early on for me, so I wasn’t that informed about Miles in general, or the whole musical terrain. It did speak to me because I was already getting into a lot of things around that time. I could identify it in the expanse of things I was checking out, including, let’s say everything from the Art Ensemble of Chicago to Soft Machine. I could locate it in a larger terrain of progressive rock stuff and other kinds of avant garde jazz, and it occupied an interesting space. That stuff, and some of the more open things, challenged me for sure. I remember hearing it as the improvised event that it was, but understanding that process…there was something about it being an extended improvisation as opposed to being just a regular jam. I could start to hear that things were being worked upon. It involved the way those musicians had to bring themselves to it. Especially with the two drums, all those keyboards. It didn’t have a deep jam quality to it, with the music going from solo to solo. It was a dense thing with an inter-reactive quality, something that I recognized from stuff like the one or two Art Ensemble records I had. I had a beginning awareness of that kind of playing, and it was amazing to hear Miles doing it, but his version had a kind of rock quality…not really rock, but something else. It sits in a really interesting space between a lot of things, because it’s different than Tony Williams Lifetime, which was really rock, and more of a chamber kind of vibe that had relationships to the free jazz that was going on.

BEN PEROWSKY

There’s something great about all the details, too. The element of the Airto’s constant cuica – it’s like the singer in the band in a way, so vocal and so present all over the record. Miles brought Brazil and India into the mix, with the sitar and tamboura and tabla. The combination of those things with a bass clarinet? That’s really what makes this a tasty morsel. Bass clarinet is really great. Instantly, it’s like, “What’s that? What’s that sound? And it’s all over the record. The droning tambora with bass clarinet. It’s a very particular texture. Amazing. Drum-wise, I was never fully conscious that it was Jack [DeJohnette] on the right side and Lennie [White] on the left. But man, Jack is seriously laying it down. So solid. I would have thought it was Lenny laying down the R&B type groove. But no, it’s Jack. Pretty great. Amazing how Miles was able to stay current, right? This record is him looking into the future.

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