I was born 30 years too late.
The calendar says I’m 50. My head says I’m 80. That would be a bad place if it weren’t so damn musical.
I like old jazz. I like Joplin. I like Monk. I like Brubeck. I adore Fats. (Sometimes I like Marcus Roberts, but usually when he sounds like he’s playing old jazz. Check out Alone with Three Giants.)
Fast is good. Bebop is good. Charlie Parker is great. Dizzy is God.
But too many notes too fast – dull. If Diz is great, then why does Art Tatum leave me cold? Personality, maybe.
Melody is important. Gershwin is the Babe Ruth of melody. Corea and Hancock never sounded better than when they recorded Liza together on solo pianos.
Fusion is good, sometimes. Return to Forever is sublime. Bitches Brew is noise.
Free jazz is just junk. Sorry.
Drum solos – I don’t get it. Ditto bass solos.
Most of all, music is personal. Listen with fresh ears and always seek out something new. On very good days, you’ll find a new Brubeck. That's what this blog is all about.