Ornette Coleman (not to be confused with Coleman Hawkins) is master sax player. He has recorded extensively & of his catalogue I have three stand-alone’s: The Shape Of Jazz To Come; at the ‘golden circle’ 1 & 2. This is not easy listening jazz, but is not challenging in the way, say, Mingus is.
This is full force squawky, propulsive, at times discordant music that demands listening, demands an intellectual response or one moves on. Uncompromising & never bowing to popular pressure Ornette plays for himself & if you don’t like his sound it’s not his problem. I can’t say he’s someone I like but his music is creatively stimulating when I listen to it. But these 3 cds are enough for me. Kamasi Washington owes a lot to Coleman.
I can’t say who influenced who – John Coltrane & Ornette Coleman are both sax masters who came out of the 50’s to inspire jazz & pop musicians forever. Both The Byrds and Jimi Hendrix reflect those influences. I’m a Coltrane fan, to put it mildly.
I have both versions of Coltrane’s Riverside recording with Thelonious Monk. One is the original 6 tracks release. The other is a more recent release of all the work Coltrane cut with Monk, in order of recording. Some studio, some live, including alternate takes & false starts. Like Coltrane’s work with Miles Davis it is sweet to have these geniuses working together.
With Monk, Coltrane was still learning, stretching & a junkie. If you know Monk there are versions of many his best known pieces Crepuscule with Nellie; Ruby, My Dear. The sound quality is spotty & it may be a collection for fans, not casual listeners. More about Coltrane soon in the next couple posts about my jazz collection.
Ques shut the gate. The afternoon sun warmed the ground and he longed to take off his sandals to feel the soil. But he couldn’t. One never knew where the tiny specks of glass would be. It was safe to walk barefoot in his yards his workrooms and living chambers but elsewhere there was that ever present danger.
The towering remains of the city around him was full of these little dangers. Chunks of structure could fall without warning and crush anything underneath. He had been in these structures but the odd echo of empty they held chilled him.
He would not go in alone. He would not go in unless he had to. Today he had to. Before he would enter he would stop at the Saint V’ths Seat not far from the Gate. A place for a Prayer of Protection.
‘Bres! Bres!’ he shouted from the stone rise in the middle of a clear area. Someone should name this place ‘the calling spot.’ For as long as he had known, one could stand here and call for anyone one knew and they would hear.
‘Ques! Ques!’ he heard the distant response bounce along the corridor of buildings behind him. He walked in that direction. It was a street he rarely travelled. It lead away from the Gate. Why would Bres be here?
A figure darted across his path. He stopped.
‘Who goes there?’ his voice returned to him. He turned a slow circle. There was nothing, nobody as far as he could see. He continued on his way. Soon he saw Bres with several others.
‘Did you see it?’
‘Yes but it was fast. very fast. I have no idea what it was.’
‘Could be death.’ One of the smaller men mumbled.
‘Death! No not a day like today. When was the last time any of you saw death?’
‘Ques will make us safe.’ Bres bragged.
‘Safe from what. Your old nurse tales about things that doesn’t exist. Death! There is no death. Why would you think of such a thing?’
‘It was in my dreams.’ The little man confessed. ‘I have dreamed it several nights in a row.’
‘Then let’s take our dreams to Saint V’ths. Come before we begin our salvage. All are safe under the protection of Saint V’ths.’
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