Miles, you stone stupid, have a few isolated tracks but need to get up to speed with this person. I got Mes Plus Belles Chansons (ZYX, 2017), a 2-CD set with 20 tracks a disc. I am beyond overwhelmed. Get whatever generous set you can (recordings seem a bit spotty right now). But I’m not sure when I will stop wanting to hear some of this every day. Is it my fantasy to detect Miles Davis touches here and there?
This is the mix disc of 2019-2020 African performers (including a couple reissues) that just arose out of my routine listening. Deeply gratifying phenomenon. Had to exclude a couple because ran out of room.
AFRICAN APPARITION 2020
Habib Koite/Oliver Mtukudzi/Afel Boucoum, “Gomni”
Carete de Sejour (Rachid Taha), “Ramsa”
John Chibadura and the Tembo Brothers, “Munemajerasi”
Felixson Ngaswia & the Survivals, “Black Precious Color”
Consumed a great sufficiency of true crime (truly turned off by revisiting yet another notorious case) explored as much roots and branches of animation as I could stand (man, that mid-’90s revival of Felix the Cat was bleeeh), I’ve turned the TV to old faves and new discoveries from the oozy-goozy regions of vintage sci-fi and horror and horror/sci-fi. Was gonna do some commentary on each title, but since I’m in the middle of a body-wide arthritis attack (mostly feet, but hands also) we’ll have to see where that happens or not.
All the people spontaneously gathering outside the Supreme Court building. Be nice to imagine Ginsburg and Scalia could finally watch opera together again but, uh, pretty sure he’s located in a different section of the afterlife.
This, thank Yod, is an obit worthy of its subject:
Strange what floats into your mind on such tormented and twisted annuals.This year it was what a lovely, peaceful day it was and that the last song I remember listening to in the car before I went inside and turned on the TV was by X: “The World’s a Mess, It’s in My Kiss.”
Albert Ayler Trio, Spiritual Unity (ESP-Disk, vinyl)
As with Charlie Parker this was another release where I read a review that commanded me to grab it. (Had to order it at the same store that automatically had the Parker, if I remember right.) And it was also an album where I did a faceplant during the first listen.The interactions were as vivid as flames at midnight and every second worked. Ageless, universal masterpiece.
Then, a couple more personal faves.
Albert Ayler Quartet, Copenhagen Live 1964 (hatOLOGY, 2917)
Ayler, Peacock, Don Cherry and Sunny Murray. Maybe my favorite renditions of “Saints” and “Mothers.” Either amazing clear, vivid original recording or masterpiece clean-up. Drum and bass remarkably present for that era of concert records.
Gary Peacock with Bill Frisell, Just So Happens (Postcards, 1994)
Dialogues done by two of the smartest weavers and swervers you’ll ever hear. Ranges over mostly Peacock originals and such free-jazz standards as “Red River Valley” and “Home on the Range.”
Wallowing in this sound all evening: This collection from last year arrived today and since I’m crazy about the guy’s soundtracks (and the non-soundtrack CD is way more intoxicating than any other I have heard), this is a happy night to start Autumn:
But we both got so much pleasure and enchantment out of this that it deserves a full blog post. Right now finished the final disc, the soundtrack to White Black Boy (a film about an albino African), never before released. Delicate but strong, plain, but always able to dance in the air. The box is too much to recommend as an introduction, but if you’re at all a fan — don’t hesitate.