Thursday, December 30, 2010

My Musical Father

Music has been the foundation of my life since I was 13 years old. Through the decades of study and appreciation, one man has given me the best path to pursue my love of this art form - Miles Davis.

Miles has always led me to what's relevant in music, generation after generation. His bands have always featured the greatest, most relevant artists of their times and he either defined the moment in the jazz world or, at the very least, left me on the doorsteps of what was truly important.

I see Miles' musical career as a collection of several eras and styles. The Charlie Parker era (1940s), the Coltrane era (1950s), the great Tony Williams Quintet (1960s), Bitches Brew and Electric Miles (1970s), and the Marcus Miller ressurection era (1980s). If I reflect on how I've focused my studies of Miles' music, it would look like this:
Obviously the Tony Williams era has dominated my focus. For good reason. In my opinion, this was Miles' pinnacle. His playing had matured to incredible levels, his command of his instrument and melodic inventiveness was at its peak. The band that surrounded him was young and innovative. No group before them or since has ever mastered the artistry of space in music to the degree that they did. Wayne Shorter was a phenomenal composer, Herbie Hancock was redefining how jazz piano was approached with his classical virtuosity, Ron Carter had an immovable foundation and the great Tony Williams was emerging as one of the greatest musical forces in the 20th century. No matter how many times I listen to these recordings, I'm enlightened by what this group had to say and humbled by Tony's genius! At 17 years old he changed music forever....time will eventually catch up to him....eventually. We're not there yet.

This morning, my iPod ClockFree radio app woke me at 6:15 midway through Coltrane's solo on Bye Bye Blackbird. I don't think my brain cells have ever snapped to attention and focus faster than they did this morning! It was literally seconds from deep sleep to fully alert. It was an epiphany and a literal wake-up call to put more of that pie chart focus into the Coltrane-era band. I woke up and quickly went to iTunes to purchase a CD that I had somehow missed - Round Midnight. Two cuts on that disc are true masterpieces. 

On 'Round Midnight, Miles sets up the solemnity of Monk's most pensive composition with a sensual muted trumpet statement of Monk's gorgeous melody while Red Garland supports him harmonically. Monk's compositions are harmonically dense and unlike any others. He has yet to be truly recognized for his compositional greatness. After a perfectly framed transition from the melody with punctuation from Philly Joe Jones,  Coltrane takes the tune from Miles and presents a masterpiece statement that makes your head spin! You can sense his comfort with the complexity of Monk's compositions. After all, Coltrane defined his unique style on the bandstand with Monk. Knowing Coltrane's intellectual approach to his improvisation, and his relentless pursuits of endless permutations of harmonic and melodic depth to his solos, you can sense that Coltrane has invested hundreds of hours in making this tune work effortlessly for him. If you ever doubted the return on the investment in practicing your craft, Coltrane provides a clinic here!

Bye Bye Blackbird is a simple composition that opens with a sweet Red Garland introduction. Red was famous for framing a song perfectly out of the gate. There are stories about Miles freezing after Red's intros because he was just captivated to the point of being speechless. Miles states the melody here and proceeds to develop the tune with a focus on extending the melodic line with lots of space. I recall an interview with Miles where he noted that the key to good improvisation was to "play the spaces" not the notes. This is a perfect example of how to execute on that approach.

Coltrane transitions from Miles and just captivates your heart with his lyricism. You can see the musical bridge from Charlie Parker to Michael Brecker in this solo. Like Parker, and Tony Williams a decade later, Coltrane is clearly ahead of the others on this date. His sound, approach, and harmonic reinvention here is far advanced from the others yet he's sensitive to the others in the group and adeptly takes the song from Miles' simplicity to his own intellectual excursion seamlessly. You can sense his incredible genius here and can see where he is heading in the years to come. You really should listen to this solo to appreciate it's magnificence.

Red Garland completes the picture with his unique combination of Bud Powellesque be-bop and Erroll Garner's block chording. Red is so sweet and so warm. Like Herbie Hancock a decade later, he has the rare ability to support soloists perfectly from a harmonic perspective while also redefining the improvisational approach to the piano for his era.

Which takes me back to my musical father. Miles was such an incredible force in 20th century jazz. He never stayed still, he always found the best musicians, best composers, and the people that worked together to create collective greatness...Collective and individual greatness - not easy to do. He did this for several generations and always seemed to locate the defining voice for each generation. All the while, Miles also redefined his own sound and enhanced his skills on his instrument. 

He was true greatness in music!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Lyrical dichotomy in pop compositions

I've always appreciated the dichotomous approach to artistic expression. In musical composition, it can underscore the power of great lyrical content. While many artists can take a very deep lyrical content and support it with pensive musical tonalities, I think the contrast of upbeat music with tragic lyrical content is very clever.

My first appreciation of this approach came with Stevie Wonder's Village Ghetto Land.  Stevie uses a happy baroque string quartet to support extremely dark lyrics that speak to the tragedy of life in the ghetto. It was brilliant 34 years ago when he published it and it has stood the test of time, perhaps more relevant today than it was when he wrote it.

If you isolate the instrumental music you might envision smiling court jesters dressed in clean ornate clothing during the time of Mozart. However, his lyrical content is brooding, depressing and dark! Stevie speaks about despair and hopelessness with vivid examples of life in the ghetto. His lyrical delivery here is outstanding - listen to the cynicism in his voice in the final chorus on the word "glad". Stevie's genius continually amazes me...since the first time I heard Innervisions. He has been given an amazing set of gifts and he doesn't waste an ounce of his talent.

Recently I heard another very interesting example of lyrical dichotomy in a song by a talented Dutch artist - Laura Jansen. Single Girls features a happy little melody and a simple piano motif to support a heart wrenching lyrical message. Laura is reflecting on how she has moved on from a broken romance to a better life. However, she reveals the depth of her remorse as the song develops.

She starts the song proclaiming her independence but you sense that the reality of her emotional state is very tentative.  I really like how Laura uses the musical bridge as a lyrical bridge to transition from rationalizing her new freedom to revealing her true heartbreak.  She drops her guard here and exposes her fruitless efforts to move on, ultimately confessing to her loneliness and distress. The coda is particularly sad - "one more glass of wine....this time I'll be fine.." Laura's transparency here reveals her true emptiness - she's clearly devastated. This is a very sad, touching and personal revelation. Yet the chipper lively music persists under her voice right through the end of the song. Brilliant!

Another example of emotional heartbreak is a gut-wrenching work from Keri Noble - Falling. Keri is someone who has recently been on a phenomenal artistic roll, putting out CD after CD of excellent compositions and performances. A little known artist from the midwest (Please come to NY Keri!), her work is highly personal and her voice is off-the-charts in terms of soulfulness! Falling is so deeply personal that it literally brought a tear to my eye when I heard it. She's beyond devastation here. Her life no longer makes sense, she's incomplete, alone, obsessed, scared, and isolated. Her delivery on this song takes your breath away! Keri repeatedly blows me away with her talent.

The last artist I want to discuss here is Ingrid Michaelson. I discovered her music only about a month ago but I can see that her brilliance is huge! Ingrid has great compositional skills combined with a truly unique approach to arranging and instrumentation, and a very personal lyrical delivery. In the short time that I've been studying her work, she has impressed me as a similar talent to Stevie Wonder - excels on every dimension! One piece that I found particularly interesting was Men of Snow. Her snowman has dark eyes, is a great friend and listens to her intently. However, he melts away and his button eyes bring tears to hers. Listen to how her vocal quality emulates melting as she describes her disappointment the next day. She reflects that one day we'll go away because we're just men of snow....and nothing matters once we melt away, like so many friendships and romances that dissipate in time. I love how Ingrid uses the emotional contrast of her harmonic and melodic structure to separate the observations of her snowman's actual behavior from her perceptions of what it means. The contrast between musical verse and chorus is dramatic. Her continual build of the reflections toward the end of the song just amplifies the power of her message! The instrumentation and vocal harmonic support is fantastic. Ingrid is pretty amazing on so many dimensions!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

St Croix Marathon

3:45 AM, alarm one goes off. Time to get ready and get my butt to the Plaza Mall in center island. When I arrive I see a few dozen other crazies ready to kick off the 5 AM race start. I'm pumping with adrenaline, scared and excited about attempting to run my first marathon. What better place to attempt this than my favorite spot on the planet? After all, I did my first airline trip here, my first overseas band tour, my first father-daughter vacation, first horseback ride. If I'm going to do this then this seems the logical destination to further extend the magic of this place.

5:00 AM, the whistle blows and we're off. It's pitch black and there are very few street lights to guide us. VI police escorts on Honda ATVs and Trek bikes are guiding the way, fending off any traffic along the way. I feel good, nothing hurts, the air is cool. I glance up and see the beautiful Carribean night sky full of stars. The sounds of waking dogs, chickens, roosters, and other creatures are emerging from the dark sides of the road. A 20-something passes me, my reflex is to compete with him but I think back on the goal - finish the marathon. The goal is not to beat a guy half my age on mile 2. I slow down and let him gain.

5:45 AM, entering Fredriksted. We run through the Marley projects and there are a half-dozen kids waiting with bottles of water. How nice of them to get up early to help! We proceed south to Sandy Point. The sun is beginning to rise over Salt Pond on my left while the stars on my right are reflecting on the beautiful dark sea. God this island is a gift! I then felt that the island beauty would get me through this.

6:00 AM, back to Fredriksted. The project kids are still there with water, but now you can smell the burning reefer in the air. I guess they can't fire up before 6. I ask one if he has any power gel packs but no luck. We proceed down King St where it seems like 75% of the buildings are run down with realty signs looking for investors. What a shame to see this gorgeous island suffering so badly.

6:30 AM, passing Rainbow Beach and the mile 9 marker. A long way to go and I'm starting to tire. A cop pulls up next me on a bike and asks "were you looking for power gel?" How about that for service! These Crucians are amazing!

7:15 AM, approaching Ham's Bay on the north shore. Off in the early morning light I can see St Thomas and St John on the horizon. The water is turning that famous Carribean color, the pelicans are getting breakfast and the sea breeze is refreshing. I'm running past historic ruins of sugar plantations that date back to the 1700s. What a perfect place to attempt this!

7:45 AM, time to head east into the rain forest. Tall mahogany trees, deep beds of tall snake plants growing wild, Tarzan vines, wild horses. It's like running thorough a fairy tale, but it's so real it blows your mind. My legs are tired after 14 miles. I need to walk a bit.

8:00 AM, back into Fredriksted to begin the 2nd loop to Ham's Bay. Christ, I have to do that whole thing again? I'm exhausted, the sun is coming on strong and beginning to bake me. A huge blister has made it's presence known on my big toe, the persistent bone spur on the same toe is throbbing and I suddenly have a painful burning rash under my right arm from rubbing on my shirt. My right shoulder is throbbing from muscle ache. Fuck it - think about the goal, I can do this thing! Pull my extra gel from my pocket like Popeye's spinach and push on.

8:30 AM, made it back to Ham's Bluff the 2nd time. I'm a wreck! Even the beauty that surrounds me can't ease the pain now. I'd like to break 4 hours but I doubt if I can run the remaining 4 miles without stopping. I walk some more and stay focused on the goal. I round the bend and see the police and an ambulance. One of the runners cramped up and couldn't move another inch on his own - at mile 24! Wow that sucks!

9:00 AM, mile 25. I can taste it. My legs are rubber, the blister on my toe is now in flames, the rash on my arm is killing me, the tropical sun is baking me like a Crucian Johnny Cake. I get into town and a woman on a bike says "follow me to the finish". We go back through King Street and turn towards the sea coming out in front of the old Strand nightclub, where my love affair with this island began 30 years ago. I cross the finish line to the cheers of the crowd in 4 hours and 8 minutes.

Goal achieved! Another batch of fairy dust added to my magical relationship with this beautiful little island paradise!