Animato

Moving back to jazz with another John Abercrombie cd ‘Animato.’ The case has a drill hole in one corner for ‘remaindered’ so I got it fairly cheap – maybe at Cheapie’s – remember that on Yonge Street? North of Church. It was a dangerous spot for me.

marching Loyalist campus life in 2005

Recorded in Oct 89 – that’s info many jazz recordings are keen to include – let you know when and where they were recorded. He’s playing with others of the EMC stable; Jon Christensen, Vince Mendoza. John & Vince both playing synthesizers so this is a moodier jazz piece.

room my Loyalist room 2005

The music tends to be suspenseful as opposed to edgy or even meditative. As with most ECM releases the playing is very controlled – I often want the players to let go, ala Coltrane or even McLaughin. Sometimes they seem to be working on layers of settling snowflake-cold stillness.

nomarching make up your Loyalist mind

The cuts are individual but if you asked me to name one I couldn’t. I can recognize ‘Satin Doll’ by almost anyone, & name it, but if I heard ‘For Hope of Hope’ I might know it was Abercrombie but wouldn’t be able to name it. At least the tracks have titles, as opposed to, as some jazz guys do, diagrams or names like shape 1, shape 2 etc.

soon02

August 28-31 – attending – FanExpo Canada http://www.fanexpocanada.com

newpine

samples

Gate

by the garden gate

I saw a boy

no

a man with a sense of the boy

standing  looking  into the distant sky

the man by the gate

the garden behind him

ready to bloom

had bloomed

was a work in process

a garden with

a sense of the seed

in each mature flower

a promise to be fulfilled

a sense

that as complete as it all was

it still was not finished

that it would never be finished

that when that man no longer stood by the gate

another man would stand there

the garden would be tended

by the garden gate

I saw a man

who smiled at me

invited me in

or was it the other way around

I was the man by the gate

inviting him in

so that we now had

two gardens to tend

two lives to combine

for a time

for as long as the seasons

turned

to allow us the opportunity

to share our duties together

to share our gardens

by a gate

a garden gate

sturdy welcoming opened

the gate sprung open

we each passed through into

one another gardens

we now stand

one on either side of a gate

watching  opening

to those who chose

others

whose gates open to us

to share

the blossoms of their gardens

the flowers of their time

here

in the garden

the sun rises  sets

rains come  go

some plants take root

others last one brilliant season

or never seem to thrive at all

slowly we find the ones that work

find the ones that last

learn to enjoy

the ones that don’t last

but we never despair

that the garden is pointless

that it is hopeless

even on the darkest days

there is the knowledge

that the sun shines somewhere

that rain will come

that the clouds will part

they are inevitable

the moving of the planet

around the sun

the ebb and flow

of the ebb and flow

some days it seems a little humdrum

the patience needed

to watch for each little shoot

grow and grow

the tenderness needed

to allow the gate to open and close

the odd fear when

there is no one at the gate

we learn to rely

on the gate keeper

even if we are that gate keeper

we rely on that role

to give us a sense of where

we fit in this garden

a role that lets others

see where we fit in this garden

one day  years ago

I saw a man standing by a gate

a sunny day

I think it was

and he was happy

he was sad

his garden was growing as well as gardens grow

and

I was by my garden gate

feeling happy  feeling sad

and

gates opened

we became gate keepers

to each other

for a time

for as long  time allows

and our gardens flourished

perhaps

not as dazzlingly

as the dream

but as full as any other

as real as any other

as welcoming as most

as tended as most

though often

when didn’t even

know we were

working at the garden

while were experiencing it

and the experience

was the work

the opportunity to share

was sunshine for all around

and the gate remains

the man

who stood by that gate

still stands there

side by side

we have gift to share

and have been given

the chance to continue to do that

 mirrorthe dreamer awakes

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