Zero + All that Jazz

Re: the zero grade, Brad Luen commented:

"(...) what good is a rating system if you don't use the whole scale? A basement grade doesn't mean there's absolutely no merit; instead, it's a statement that whatever merit exists is dwarfed by offensiveness of some kind. Only thing is: you'd better be able to bring the moral outrage, or else you'll look like you're throwing a hissy fit".

And he mentions Pitchfork's reviews of NYC Ghosts & Flowers and Liz Phair to exemplify his last point. He's right, of course, and I didn't mean to discard the zero grade altogether. But my opinion is that whenever the zero grade has been used, the writing (or lack of) has not been good enough to back it up - they haven't brought the moral outrage - and frankly "utterly generic rocked-out pop songs" doesn't cut it (nor does a Youtube-vid). It is often easier to back up a 10 grade - if you are that excited about a record, you've probably thought about why. I feel that the zero grade is too often used when people just don't like the thing (or is bitterly disappointed by a favorite's latest offering), but really haven't contemplated why they don't like it. (Xgau's review of SY's Rather Ripped has a section on taste vs. judgement which can be related to the problems of the use of the zero grade).

The difference between me and Mr. Luen is perhaps just that I reserve the zero grade for the absolute abominable - the V&V's - but I'm willing to accept his stance. I'm not a professional critic, so I don't get shitloads of records I have to listen to. I have to seek out music (and that I do a lot of), mostly, and receive only a small amount by comparison, so the chances of me stumbling upon zeroes are slimmer than for people who do this for a living.

On to things jazz. I played Ornette Coleman's "Sleep Talk" from Sound Grammar at work the other day, and got a few worried looks from my colleges in return. I discussed this with another college, and said that I thought some people make themselves think that listening to jazz is more difficult than it really is. After all, "Sleep Talk" is plain melody. His response was that he thought they perhaps missed some of the familiar structures that are more common in pop*. Reasonable point, though many do seek out experimental stuff - including structure wise - in pop, but still regard jazz with skepticism. Destination: Out have posted a beginner's guide to free jazz, where they attempt to link certain fields and artists of modern jazz with currents in modern rock, providing free mp3's for exemplification. I don't like all of their choices, but applaud their cause.

* I use pop here in the sense "popular music" (be it pop, rock, indie, what have you), as opposed to classical and jazz, though in no way inferior to these.

Zeroing in

Now, a week has gone past since Pitchforkmedia reached a new nadir with their "review" of the latest Jet record. While you could probably guess that the "critic" didn't hold the record in very high esteem, it says, since there was no writing, nothing about why he thinks it's analogue to a chimpanzee drinking his own pee. That is not criticism. It's akin to the kind of unelaborated nonsense you spew forth at a bar at 3 in the morning after wayyy to many mojitos. What makes the thing even more strange is that it was posted on the same day as their review of Hold Steady's latest, which is one of the better pieces of writing on their part I've read in a while.

Now, the Jet record isn't very good. It's retro for the sake of retro, and perhaps also for the sake of "authenticity", which is bull, really. To continue the comparison above, the Hold Steady's retro leanings have various effects; it signals place, since the music is very much American; it signals the kind of stories we're about to hear, about seekers, which from Kerouac to ,yes, Springsteen, is an American specialty; it also has a timelessness about it. Plus, the Hold Steady play a heck of a lot better and with more chops than Jet. They could have mentioned something like that, then they would have had something aproaching a review.

In fact, the Jet "review" reminded me of the NME's review of Stereolab's Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night a few years back. At least the critic had taken time to elaborate, somewhat, but the reason why I came to think of it is this: Although it doesn't show on the web page, if I remember correctly, it was graded 0 out of 10. Zero!

I'm gonna drop a bomb now. There are no zero records. Yes, you read correctly. I know I can be a grumpy fella sometimes, but in spite of all the terrible music that has been made out there, zero records I can only find in my imagination (or nightmare, if you will). That grade would only be issued if the music was V&V; Void and vile. Void - of musicality or some form of skill, or of any value and emotion I hold dear; Vile - in the sense that it would uncritically celebrate things I vehemently oppose, such as racism, malevolence, chauvinism, etc. There are many void-records. There are many vile-records. There are very, very few void and vile records. Outside of so-called "white power" music, it's hard to find wholly V&V-records. Guns 'n' Roses came close with this, but even that has moments that aren't half bad. I'm no fan of 2 Live Crew's male chauvinism, either. I don't find their alleged humor very funny. If they'd acknowledged the fact they were "hoes" themselves, I'd be willing to meet them half way. But I do like some of their romping beats, albeit not very much. John Tesh's music can be both void and vile in some ways, but not wholly. Edit: come to think of it, most of the patriotic music recorded post 9/11, mostly by Nashville, scores high in both categories. But I still don't think they were zero records.

In conclusion, there are (hopefully) no zero records. Yet. Plenty of 1's, surely, but no records only worthy of an ape's piss. And if you thought so, I'd appreciate if you explained why.

Bring that beat back!

I didn't get much sleep last night. Why, you ask? Because I was busy messing with Beaterator, which is a real-time music sequencer and sampler unit. All you need is an internet connection and a Macromedia Flash Player (which can be downloaded via the site). You can (ab)use samples that are provided on the beaterator, or you can create your own beats and upload sounds from your hard drive. It's very addictive, and I got some serious dope grooves going. Beaterator is created and provided by the loveable Rockstar Games of Grand Theft Auto-fame. Also check out the up-coming Bully, not to forget L.A. Noire, which looks absolutely stunning. See the trailer.

In other news, I came across this interview with Norwegian bass-master Ingebrigt Haaker Flaten in the Chicago Reader. I didn't know he'd become a Chicagoan.

If You Got to Ask, You Ain't Got It!

No, I ain't got it, hence me askin': can I have one, please? All my money's been spent on this.

Regrets, I have a few... + Fucking Free Jazz!

Regrets

I re-read my Hold Steady-post below, and I must admit I’m not wholly satisfied with it, which is to be expected since I wrote and published it on the go. I’m not happy with the structure, and the initial assessment needs to be clarified. It also doesn’t say that unlike Separation Sunday, which happens to be one of my favourite records of the 2000’s, it stumbles on a couple of occasions, though its highs are as good as its predecessor’s, and it is still a damn good record. I also regret not writing more about Craig Finn’s lyrics and his delivery of them, since it’s an integral part of why I’ve been so taken by their records.

However, I won’t edit or delete the thing, partly because I don't have much time, partly because it does say that I think it’s a damn good record, and also because I think the final part of the post is pretty good.

Fucking Free Jazz!

I'm familiar with Jimmy Lyons' work with Cecil Taylor, but I don't know too much about his solo work. After reading a recent post on Destination Out!, I think I've been missing out. A qoute to illustrate:

I used to dismiss Free Jazz because it wasn’t sexy. I mean, when’s the last time you put on some free jazz to get sexed up and busy fucking? It practically feels like heresy to even write “free jazz” and “fucking” in the same sentence. Why is that?

Gotta love it. Continue reading here.

The Hold Steady's Boys and Girls in America

Maybe because Craig Finn is older than his characters, he's ready to agree to the assertion that boys and girls in America are having a sad time together. There's less Catholicism this time, but just as much drugs and booze as before, both as buffers and backdrops to the relationships described on the record. They've lessened the 80's indie guitar sound from Separation Sunday for a more traditional rock'n'roll crunch, plus a more prominent piano in addition to occasional balladery. The songs vary from the highs, in both senses of the word ("Massive Nights"), to the lows, and the difficulties between boys and the girls:

"How am I supposed to know that you're high if you want let me touch you" ("Chips Ahoy").

Finn's girls are often both shifty, unreliable, and restless ("You Can Make Him Like You"), and they may be damn good dancers, but not all that great girlfriends. Given this, in addition to a musically more trad-/hard rock leaning that can easily be thought of as very male, you'd perhaps think he was being apologetic on behalf of his own gender. But he portrays his characters with a sense of understanding and affection. The boys can be just as jaded. All of them, however, are what America might call losers, but I'd call them seekers. In many ways, Boys and Girls... is very American both musically and in its subject-matter, and so the Hold Steady are carrying on a tradition here. But their ability to carve out a very distinct voice in this tradition, not least through Craig Finn's writing, stories and observations, makes them unique. When two of Finn's seekers, an Izzy Stradlin look-alike and a girl, has a brief romantic encounter stoned out and coming to in the chillout tent of a festival, only to never see eachother again, we have the Hold Steady at the top of their game immortalizing their short story. It's the kind of story you wanna hear again and again.

No Fiasco

I like this

You said "Joy"?

I am not, under any circumstance, going to watch this.

Boys and Girls pt. 2

Is it just me, or is Justin bragging more on his new album than he used to? Not that he's not entitled to, but in my opinion his slick flirting ("Gentlemen, good night / Ladies? Good morning") is better than his boasting ("We're talkin' one of the greatest / who did it before"). But he still nails it when it comes to describing a purty lady's effect on him, especially the one that has him Love Stoned.

Can you count AND dance, btw? These girls can, but I'm still not convinced by their Romantics cover. I mean, you can't top the original, can you?

The new Hold Steady sounds great. A bit more trad song structures and singing, less 80's guitar crunch. But the story telling and the solid rock beat is still intact.

Boys and Girls

I received this today:

Nostalgia

Steve Albini and Ian Svenonious getting mushy.

I insist!

One of my favorite records of all time, Max Roach's We Insist! Freedom Now Suite, seems to be back in print/circulation. Get it here, or here, or try one of your local well-stocked boutiques. I'll certainly try to make sure that it's available in Oslo.

Currently playing: Trio 3's Time Being (Intakt); Justin Timberlake's FutureSex/LoveSounds (Jive); The Rapture's Pieces of the People We Love (Universal); The Thermals' The Body, the Blood, the Machine (Sub Pop), all of which has promising moments.

Dewey Redman

I was listening to WKCR last night, and they said that tenor saxophonist Dewey Redman passed away this Saturday. However, I can't find anything on the web to confirm this, so either they were pulling my leg, in which case I put a curse on their houses, or journos across the world have been too damn slow to write about it. With reservations, R.I.P.

update:

From what I've gathered, Mr. Redman did indeed pass away on Saturday, September 2 from liver failure. He'd also battled prostate cancer in recent years. Thanks to the kind people at Jazzcorner's Speakeasy for the info.

New York Times piece.

Robert Zimmerman

Because I'm a grumpy guy, and because Norwegian music journalists can't write to save their lives, I was skeptical to Bob Dylan's new album (reminder to self: do not read Norwegian music reviews). Luckily, It is easy to get past that skepticism when I listen to the album , and I've been taken by the album's shuffling rhythms and Dylan's wit.

"I got troubles so hard, I can't stand the strain / I got troubles so hard, I can't stand the strain / Some young lazy slut has charmed away my brains"

Heh! And I thought it would get easier to ignore young sluts once you got older. Wonder if the slut in question is Scarlett.

Pere Ubu hates women (not really: fiction, remember?) and makes a very good album. Due out September 19.

Å bæsje på leggen

The powers that be at the Village Voice have messed up again. I was forwarded this e-mail earlier today:

Dear Friends and Colleagues,

If this comes completely out of the blue, I apologize.

It is now official--Village Voice Media fired me today, "for taste," which means (among other things) slightly sweeter severance. This despite the support of new music editor Rob Harvilla, who I like as a person and a writer. We both believed I had won myself some kind of niche as gray eminence. So I was surprised Tuesday when I was among the eight Voice employees(five editorial, three art) who were instructed to bring their union reps to a meeting with upper management today. But I certainly wasn't shocked--my approach to music coverage has never been much like that of the New Times papers,

Bless the union, my severance is substantial enough to give me time to figure out what I'm doing next. In fact, having finished all my freelance reviews yesterday, I don't have a single assignment pending. So, since I have no intention of giving up rock criticism, all reasonable offers entertained; my phonenumber is in the book, as they used to say when there were books. What I don't need is a vacation--the three of us just had a great two and a half weeks, and Nina matriculated at BMCC yesterday.

No need to respond. Forward to whoever you will.

Love, Bob Christgau

Firing one of the most distinct voices in rock critisism must surely be the last nail in the Voice's coffin.

Adam Lane Trio

Zero Degree Music and Music Degree Zero (CIMP Records), both by the Adam Lane Trio, have become two of my favorite albums so far this year. I've stated a fondness for bass/drum/reed-trios before, and Adam Lane's is just the way I like them; fresh, gutsy and fiery.Adam Lane himself is a young bassist and orchestra leader with an astonishing output, having made records with among others John Tchicai ( Dos and Fo(u)r Being(s)) and Julian Priestler (The Music), as well as leading larger ensemble such as Full Throttle Orchestra and Supercharger Jazz Orchestra. Don't know about you, but I get certain connotations from those names leading me to think that they don't play lounge jazz. Anyway, Mr. Lane sites Ellington, Stockhausen, and Melt Banana as influences, but I can hear some Mingus and early 60's Ornette as well. His playing style reminds me of Dave Holland, though. He is very assertive in his playing, and has a knack for both rapid walks and low-end strumming.
Indeed, parts of the two trio records are reminiscent of Dave Holland's great Conference of the Birds. I say this not only because of Lane's playing, but also because when I first heard the record, I thought about Robert Christgau's review of Conference...:

"This is what I believed Ornette Coleman meant by free jazz (...) free as loose (...)".

And this looseness is combined with both tremendous dynamism and awesome punch. Drummer Vijay Anderson is great at changing tempos, while Lane's bass lines bounce around and Vinny Golia's saxophone goes from a hush to a scream and back again. I love that they are not afraid to let it rip, after all speed thrills, but their quieter moments are equally good. It's bop, post-bop, new thing, but most important of all, they rock.

The records were recorded during a two day session in February 24 and 25, 2005. Zero... was released last year, but sadly escaped under most people's radar, and Music... came out earlier this year. Three selections are on both records: " On Avenue X", "Spin With EARth" and "Dance". But there are some differences in the arrangements and playing of the selections.

"On Avenue X" is a key composition, and different versions bookends the two records. On the version on Zero..., the group shoot out of the blocks. Giola plays soprano, and the track has a quick and urgent feel. On Music..., Giola pulls out his tenor, and the track also has a long intro. "Spin With EARth" compares similarly. On the Zero-version, Giola plays an octave above what he plays on Music, and again the Zero-version is more of a romp than on the other record. For now, I prefer Zero Degree Music's urgency too Music...'s more relaxed feel.

"Running Upsidedown" on Music... has a urgency about it similar to "On Avenue X" and "Spin..." on Zero, and has become a favorite. Lane plays a running bass line over Anderson's skittering drumming, while Giola lays out long tones that eventually excels into a scream. Lovely.

If you have trouble finding the records at your local, try Jazz Loft, an excellent on-line store.

Final thoughts on Oya 2006

An enjoyable weekend, which ended on a high despite occasional rain and headaches. Still feeling a bit tired, but here goes.

Highlights:

Like I said, it ended on a high. Love is All played for and charmed the few that had made their way from the festival camp down to John Dee on Saturday. Their live versions of the songs from "Nine Times that Same Song" were even better than on the record. They seemed surprised at the positive reaction from the audience, who danced throughout the set, as did Tim Harrongton from Les Savy Fav.

The Wrens were even better. Such energy. Such passion. As far as I can remember, they played the whole of the excellent "Meadowland", and even got a bunch of kids (including the seemingly omnipresent guy from Les Savy Fav) to provide extra ...erm...percussion. If you didn't get there, you missed out. Best gig of the weekend.

But earlier in the week...

...I saw the Brakes, who rocked despite some technical problems, and the charming but clichèd Shit City on the club gigs on Wednesday.

!!! (pronounce it how you will) played a groovy set, but I wish they'd have more songs of the same calibere as "Me and Giuliani Down By the Schoolyard", which they performed to excellence at Oya.

Mark E. Smith, Mr. Grumpy himself, was highly enjoyable. His umpteenth edition of the Fall provided more than enough umph to complement the songs, mostly from Fall Heads Roll plus a classic in the form of "Mr. Pharmacist". Mr. Smith himself stumbled around turning the amps up, and on one occasion turned off the guitarist's. Plus he kicked out at a camera man.

Les Savy Fav gave an inspired performance, even if Tim Harrington's on-and-off-stage antics initially meant he was too short of breath to sing. But the band had a solid groove and Harrington calmed down enough to augment them with his singing.

Marit Larsen is the best song writer in Norway right now, and her show was terrific. She played a blue-grassish version of the M2M classic "Don't Say You Love Me", and a charming cover of the Angels' "My Boyfriend's Back". Her topic of choice is falling in-and-out of love, and she treats it better than most.

What they lack in originality, the School more than makes up for with energy, humor and a few potential hits.

Morrissey was Morrissey, for better or worse. No banana this time, though.

Beck's puppets.

Disappointments:

The lack of quality urban (for lack of a better collective term) music. Last year they had Saul Williams and Roots Manuva on the bill. This year... Spank Rock doesn't rock me. And for all their admirable wishes to promote local artists, Norwegian rap has never been any good. Too hung up on Hip Hop's clichès, and no Norwegian rapper I've heard has the vocal skills nor writing skills to be of any interest to me.

Amadou & Maraim had to cancel their appearance due to sickness. Hope all is well, but a big disappointment. Could have been a highlight.

I didn't get in to see the Pipettes due to chaos in front of the venue.

Kieran Hebden and Steve Reid's set. Not bad, mostly uninterestingng. Could have been better.

The Knife. Had hopes, but they failed to be met. Ok-ish, nothing more.

Band of Horses. Their Ok songs drowned in the sunshine, and their not so ok songs barely
reached the front row.

The Cramps were a cartoon-version of their cartoon self. "TV Set" one of very few highlights of
their set.

Hot Chip. Not what their cracked up to be. Not on stage, not on record. Ok, nothing more.

Beck's puppets.

The Liars, Midlake, and Black Mountain. Yawn.

Enough already...

Ornette's grammar

Yes, the waiting period is almost over. On September 12 Ornette Coleman will release Sound Grammar on his own label, also called Sound Grammar. The record was recorded live in Germany in 2005 with his current band whom he has been touring and gigging with for quite some time. I saw them at Kongsberg Jazz in 2004 and thought they were excellent. The band was and is Ornette Coleman on saxophone, trumpet & violin, his son Denardo Coleman on drums, and acoustic bassists Tony Falanga and Greg Cohen. Cohen in particular impressed me at Kongsberg. I'd only heard him on Tom Waits recordings prior to that, where his role had been more restrained.

The title, Sound Grammar, suggests to be yet another one of Ornette's theories on music. Remember, this was the guy who released jazz from a more constricted state in the late 50's, thus creating the rather mis-used term "free jazz" (which was an imperative sentence in 1960). Ornette says about Sound Grammar: "Sound grammar is to music what letters are to language. Music is a language of sounds that transforms all human languages." (Quote taken from Big Hassle) Classic Ornette. The record is also rumored to be one of his most melodic and accessible to date, but that makes me think when has an Ornette Coleman record not been melodic? Melody is what the guy is about. Oh, well. September 12 it is.

Meat Loaf and Marion: Like a Raven out of Hell

What an utterly charming trio. Desmond Child on Marion: "We had been looking for a duet partner, and there was something about Marion...she's mystical, she's dark...eh...she's icy but she's warm. She's fun but she's also really deep. It seemed like a natural fit, it just...everything fell into place. She was meant to do it".

If you say so, Desmond. You should see his eyebrows lift when he says "icy" aprox 5.39 into this short documentary. He gets the chills, I tell ya.

Someone said that the new Killers song "When You Were Young" sounds a bit like old Meat Loaf. Not completely off the mark, especially the bridge and the lift-up towards the end. Could this be the old Loaf's year?

(Photo nicked from S-FJ's site. Hope you don't mind)

Arthur Lee: R.I.P.

Arthur Lee has passed away having suffered from illness for quite some time. There's a lot to be said about the man, but I'm not in the mood for that now. Pitchfork has a little piece on him here.