Jazz Poems

SNAKE-BLACK SOLO

For Louis Armstrong, Steve Cannon, Miles Davis & Eugene Redmond


with the music up high

boogaloo bass down way way low

up & under eye come slidin on in mojoin

on in spacin on in on a riff

full of rain

riffin on in full of rain & pain

spacin on in on a sound like coltrane


my metaphor is a blues

hot pain dealin blues is a blues axin

guitar voices whiskey broken niggah deep

in the heart is a blues in a glass filled with rain

is a blues in the dark

slurred voices of straight bourbon

is a blues dagger stuck off in the heart

of night moanin blike bessie smith

is a blues filling up the wings

of darkness is a blues


& looking through the heart

a dream can become a raindrop window to see through

can become a window to see through this moment

to see yourself hanging around the dark

to see through

can become a river catching rain

feeding time can become a window

to see through


Quincy Troupe

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

SUITE TABU 200

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Free For All ~ Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers | By Eddie Carter

A few years ago, in a discussion of Miles Davis at Carnegie Hall, I stated that every record collector has a few titles in their library that mean the world to them. Free For All (Blue Note BLP 4170/BST 84170) by Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers is one of those for me. I’ve listened to it countless times over the years whenever I was down or feeling sad, and it always makes me happy. Art Blakey was not only one of the most energetic drummers in jazz but also the leader of one of the best ensembles for over three decades. His group on this date had been together for three years: Freddie Hubbard on trumpet, Curtis Fuller on trombone, Wayne Shorter on tenor sax, Cedar Walton on piano, and Reginald Workman on bass. Free For All initially hit the stores in 1965, and my copy is the 1984 Pathé Marconi French Stereo reissue, sharing the original catalog number.

The title tune, Free For All by Wayne Shorter, starts briskly with the rhythm section’s introduction to the sextet’s aggressive theme. Wayne is up first and swings fiercely in a heated interpretation; then Curtis follows with a vigorously energetic solo. Lee takes over to give a high-octane reading, and Art adds an explosively swinging finale preceding the group’s rousing climax. Wayne Shorter’s Hammer Head slows the beat down to mid-tempo for the ensemble’s leisurely-paced melody. Shorter starts things off with a relaxing interpretation, and then Hubbard treats the listener to an exquisitely beautiful solo. Fuller follows with an excellent reading next, and Walton has the final say before the sextet returns to take the song out.

The Core by Freddie Hubbard is his tribute to the organization CORE (Congress of Racial Equality). It opens with the trio’s introduction ahead of the ensemble’s spirited melody. Wayne launches the first solo like a rocket soaring skyward. Freddie turns up the heat next; then Curtis seamlessly weaves his way through the third interpretation like a flow of electricity. Cedar offers the final adrenaline rush into the sextet’s theme reprise and the trio’s fadeout. Clare Fisher’s Pensativa is a beautiful ballad that Freddie arranged for this date. The group begins in a relaxed groove, setting the stage for Hubbard’s gorgeous opening solo. Shorter expresses so many feelings in the second statement; then Walton’s reading is a delight to hear until the theme returns and the rhythm section dissolves slowly into nothingness.

Alfred Lion produced Free For All, and Rudy Van Gelder was the recording engineer. The front cover displays a Mono catalog number, but this album is a Stereo release. The sound quality on this Pathé Marconi reissue has an amazing soundstage that brings the sextet to your listening room with stunning fidelity. Art Blakey worked with some of the best musicians during his lifetime, and The Jazz Messengers were the springboard for dozens of careers. He was one of the great teachers, and the music his groups made still brings pleasure to jazz fans worldwide. If you’re in the mood for an album that still sounds as fresh as the day it was released, I invite you to check out Free For All by Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers the next time you’re out record shopping. It’s a great starting point to explore their comprehensive discography and an album filled with energy and fire that’s as good as it gets for those who enjoy hard bop!

~ Miles Davis at Carnegie Hall (Columbia CL 1612/CS 8612) – Source: Discogs.com © 2024 by Edward Thomas Carter

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THE BLUES OF THIS DAY


The blues of this day
are as elegant and as sad
as the minor thirds and we all try to sing it.

What we want is to be brass
The horn-scratched voice blown through.
Valves as golden as his. Lord as crazy sex
or first real heartbreak.

It was always his back slightly bent away
from all of us who adored him, gazing across his

shoulders as the band jumped into the party
one solo at a ti
Or they could be rocking way off-ke
going as far away from the melody as Venus to Mars.
Funk can be as easy as t
getting together in the dark.

And as hard as the breaking light
that catches the throat of sated lovers, the morning after.
The talk the night before by the last of his men
who knew the way of the world and then some,
about Miles and his two steps ahead of the century
like the first Black man to leave the Delta humming
I gotta go, but I can’t take you.
I gotta go, but I can’t take you.
If you want to follow, then do what you want to do.

Patricia Spears Jones

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

SUITE TABU 200

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Byrd in Paris, Volume 1 ~ The Donald Byrd Quintet Featuring Bobby Jaspar | By Eddie Carter

The Donald Byrd Quintet enters this morning’s spotlight with Byrd in Paris, Volume 1 (Brunswick 87 903), the first of two albums taken from the group’s 1958 appearance at The Olympia Theatre. Its companion release is Parisian Thoroughfare, and both were recorded at the conclusion of the quintet’s tour to Europe. Byrd in Paris was initially a French release in 1958 and would make its way to the U.S. two years later. The personnel is Donald Byrd (tracks: A1, A2, B3) on trumpet, Bobby Jaspar on flute (B1) and tenor sax (A1, A2, B3), Walter Davis Jr. on piano, Doug Watkins on double bass, and Art Taylor (A1, A2, B2, B3) on drums. My copy is the 2014 Sam Records French Mono audiophile reissue, sharing the original catalog number.

The set opens with Dear Old Stockholm, and as the song begins, Donald is off in the distance behind the quintet. He brings the horn into the forefront as he walks to the microphone, and the ensemble completes the melody. Bobby opens with a marvelous first solo. Donald is equally loose and free in the following reading. Doug offers one of the song’s best musical moments in the closing statement preceding the theme’s reprise and finale. Donald introduces Paul’s Pal by Sonny Rollins next and all the remaining tunes. The group begins with a mid-tempo melody. Bobby starts the solos with an easygoing statement. Donald follows with a neatly paced reading, and then Walter greets the finale like an old friend before the group takes it out.

Side Two gets underway with Bobby Jaspar on flute for his tune, Flute Blues. Bobby and Doug introduce the song’s first chorus with a two-instrument conversation before Walter joins them. Bobby dives into the opening statement with a consummate feeling. Doug finds a few new things to say in the second solo, and then Bobby and Doug are in complete agreement in the closing interpretation, leading back to the theme. The spotlight is on the rhythm section in Ray’s Idea by Ray Brown. Donald and Bobby sit this one out, and the trio works in perfect balance on the song’s speedy melody. Walter is the first to solo and puts the piano through a vigorous workout, then he and Art share an energetic exchange into the theme’s reprise, climax and audience’s approval.

The Blues Walk by Sonny Stitt is off and running from the ensemble’s theme. Donald opens at a blistering pace; then Bobby continues blowing up a storm. Walter communicates his ideas confidently next, and then Doug makes a few quick remarks. Art generates considerable heat in an aggressive conversation with Donald and Bobby, leading to the song’s climax and a huge ovation from the audience. Bruno Coquatrix produced the original session, and the reissue was remastered from the original tapes. This Sam Records audiophile reissue was also pressed at Pallas in Germany on 180 grams of audiophile vinyl, and the front and rear covers are sturdy. The album possesses an excellent soundstage, placing the listener in the audience. Also included is an additional insert with a photo of Donald Byrd.

I thoroughly enjoyed listening to Byrd in Paris, Volume 1. After hearing this Sam Records reissue, I’m going to revisit a few other titles I have in the library and feature them in future columns. If you’re in the mood for a live hard bop album with great tunes and tight musicianship. I invite you to consider Byrd in Paris, Volume 1 by The Donald Byrd Quintet Featuring Bobby Jaspar, on your next record treasure hunt. It’s a wonderful live album that still sounds great over six decades later and shouldn’t be missed for a spot in any jazz library!

~ Parisian Thoroughfare (Brunswick 87 904) – Source: Discogs.com ~ Dear Old Stockholm – Source: Wikipedia.org © 2024 by Edward Thomas Carter

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WALKING PARKER HOME

Sweet beats of jazz impaled on slivers of wind

Kansas Black Morning/First Horn Eyes/

Historical sound pictures on New Bird wings

People shouts/ boy alto dreams/ Tomorrow’s

Gold belled pipe of stops and future Blues Times

Lurking Hawkins/ shadows of Lester/ realization

Bronzer fingers–brain extensions seeking trapped sounds

Ghetto thoughts/ bandstand courage/ solo flight

Nerve-wracked suspicions of never songs and doubts

New York altar city/ black tears/ secret disciples

Hammer horn pounding soul markson unswinging gates

Cultural gods/ mob sounds/ visions of spikes

Panic excursions to tribal Jazz wombs and transfusions

Heroin nights of birth/ and soaring/ over boppy new ground

Smothered rage covering pyramids of notes spontaneously exploding

Cool revelations/ shrill hopes/beauty speared into greedy ears

Birdland nights on bop mountains, windy saxophone revolutions.

Dayrooms of junk/ and melting walls and circling vultures/

Money cancer/ remembered pain/ terror flights/ 

Death and indestructible existence

In that Jazz corner of life

Wrapped in a mist of sound

His legacy, our Jazz-tinted dawn

Wailing his triumphs of oddly begotten dreams

Inviting the nerveless to feel once more

That fierce dying of humans consumed

In raging fires of Love.

 

BOB KAUFMAN 

 

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

SUITE TABU 200

 

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