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jemeel
moondoc Vtet
revolt of the negro lawn jockeys
mte-028
recorded
25 may, 2000, at the visions festival, new age cabaret.
jemeel
moondoc alto saxophone
nathan breedlove trumpet
khan jamal vibraphone
codaryl moffett drums
john voigt bass
1. moon
mode (15:46)
2. you let me into your life (13:17)
3. revolt of the negro lawn jockeys (15:22)
4. encore (03:00)
our
bid for moondoc's finest ever small-group recording. revolt
of the negro lawn jockeys shows a musician capable of drawing together
the post-bop lineage that includes jackie mclean & charles
mingus, & the free jazz/energy music tradition of ornette coleman & cecil
taylor into one grand, swinging synthesis. it is clear that
for Moondoc, one does not exclude the other. his big-hearted, all-embracing
music renders irrelevant the boundary between free & post bop
jazz.
jazztimes
critics picks, top five c/ds 2001
wire magazine, 50 records of 2001, all categories
wire magazine, 15 records of 2001, jazz
cadence magazine reviewers choices, top ten records 2001
coda magazine writers choice top ten recordings 2001
"any
quintet lineup featuring alto sax, trumpet, vibes, bass and drums
inevitably invites comparison with eric dolphy's "out to lunch".
hard act to follow, but jemeel moondoc can hold his head up high.
those who take perverse pleasure in announcing the death of jazz
in all its forms should be strapped to a table and forced to listen
to this 47-minute set (from the visions festival in may 2000) until
their ears bleed. alen hadzi-stefanov's recording is so clear you
can hear beads of sweat hit the floor as moondoc and the aptly-named
nathan breedlove shoot from the heart, supported to perfection
by the dynamite rhythm team of cody moffett and john voigt and,
especially, khan jamal's vibes. back in 1964, in the "out
to lunch" liner notes, dolphy explained why he chose to work
with vibes rather than piano: "vibes have a freer, more open
sound than a piano. pianos seem to control you [...] vibes seems
to open you up." dolphy was referring to bobby hutcherson,
though the same applies perfectly to jamal's work here." --
dan warburton, paristransatlantic
few
musicians record with the consistency of jemeel moondoc. while
he records fairly infrequently, his albums almost always produce
music of a very high order, with original concepts that incorporate
modern harmonies while absorbing the lessons of the past. this
one is no exception, and in some ways it is his most highly developed.
using a quintet in which vibes substitute for piano, moondoc builds
on the innovations of the classic ornette coleman small groups,
taking them incrementally to the next level. a sense of melody
always underlines moondoc's most radical excursions. his wailing
alto is a perfect foil for trumpeter nathan breedlove's chopped,
ragged phrases. khan jamal may be the most conservative member
of the group, largely due to the refined nature of the vibraphone,
but he performs with a clear recognition of the most progressive
harmonies. recorded live at new york city's demanding and explosive
vision festival, the quintet explores a plethora of emotions, from
the sublime to raw, unabashedly revolutionary exuberance. moondoc
never loses focus, as the group marches forward with touches of
ayler, coltrane, and coleman, while moondoc's distinct vision is
always in the forefront. the audience's approval evidences the
power of this group, who creates some of the best jazz of its kind.
-- steven loewy, all music guide
"exploring
the alto sax, one long, bluesy lungful at a time, moondoc is clearly
a post-Ornette player, as opposed to the younger generation who
are still parsing charlie parker's ideas. his last eremite disc,
-new world pygmies- was a starkly beautiful batch of live duos
with bassist william parker. here, at the front of a quintet & a
10-member conducted band, he proves that his potent musical concept
expands to fit any circumstances. -lawn jockeys- is a document
of moondoc's performance at the 2000 vision festival, anchored
by the terrific vibe work of khan jamal, who chases the whole ensemble
into what could seem remarkably boppish territory for a listener
coming in with unrealistic expectations. the thing is, while he's
an underground player, moondoc's music has always been melodically
grounded in the blues & in bob concepts. he just doesn't allow
tradition to become a prison cell. this is made clear on the throbbing,
hard-swinging -spirit house-, a live concert by the 10-member just
grew orchestra. jus grew was a longtime moondoc project, disbanded
due to decreased funds at the end of the 80s but brought back for
a pair of massachusetts concerts. this disc documents one of those
shows, the program alternating between compositions & conducted
group improvisations. here, the entire orchestra is anchored by
bern nix's rhythm guitar. nix isn't playing as aggressively as
he did with ornette's prime time group, but rather driving the
ensemble forward with rock-steady chording more in the vein of
the skatalites than anything heard in jazz lately. nix & drummer
codaryl moffett, who also drums for Vtet, ground the ensemble,
while the front line-- which includes trumpeters lewis barnes & roy
campbell, moondoc's alto, & steve swell's trombone, among others--
rip & roar like a mingus band. some of the charts on the opening
cut, "quick pick," are joyfully, explicitly reminiscent
of "the clown" or "pithecanthropus erectus." -lawn
jockeys- & -spirit house- are both exuberant albums packed
with spirit-lifting musical moments, & their simultaneous releases
will allow each to reflect & refract the glories of the other.
they're easily among jemeel moondoc's best records & deserve
the widest possible audience." --phil freeman, jazziz
"jemeel
moondoc's music is in the midst of a full-blown renaissance. having
single-handedly taken up the cause of disseminating the altoist's new
work
the northampton, massachusetts, eremite label has released five of his
recordings in as many years (essentially doubling his extant discography).
two more decisive entries to his ever-developing oeuvre, these discs
suggest
yet again that those listeners who ignore him do so at their own disservice.
realizing the financial realities of the creative music marketplace moondoc
has found it necessary to supplement his income with a skill outside
music.
in his case however the requisite 'day gig' has striking (and advantageous)
parallels to his musical one. he is a licensed architect's assistant
and the
principles of mathematics so integral to the field of structural engineering
carry over creatively into musical settings. moondoc's compositions have
deeply ingrained pathos and logic that jibes well with both the rigors
of
improvisation and the individual strengths of his colleagues. whether
he's
mapping for large jazz orchestra or small ensemble his music always seems
to
incorporate a guiding balance between personal emancipation and cooperative
communication. the
instrumentation on revolt of the negro lawn jockeys recalls eric
dolphy's seminal 60s blue note date out to lunch and jamal's vibes match
much of bobby hutcherson's porous luminosity moving from glowing melodic
clusters to agile harmonic embroidery. working around and within the
swirling rhythmic sphere of moffett he sculpts a scrolling counterpoint
of
shifting colors and shapes. "moon mode" is essentially a chain
of rubato
phrases and extended solos bracketed by unison heads, but far from sounding
like a threadbare litany the piece is instead a scintillating showcase
for
the players alone and as a team. moondoc's initially solo is especially
instructive starting on an even, easy keel, but quickly gaining momentum
through beveled melodic tangents. breedlove,
whose worldly background includes a tour of duty as musical
director for the skatalites, serves as a dynamic counterpart to moondoc's
horn. his measured, but intensely soulful locution on the ballad "you
let me
into your life," taps deeply into a polyglot reservoir of influences
and
moondoc underscores his ideas with by muffled verbal encouragements.
speaking from both the heart and the intellect the altoist's own lines
are
ripe with emotive eloquence. like smiling sambo, the ornamental artifacts
of
the title track carry heavy connotations of america's history of racial
inequity. moondoc's musical imagining of their uprising is at once darkly
humorous and oddly ominous. a shifting mingusian theme with distant echoes
of "pithecanthropus erectus" serves as center, but the players
only revolve
around it in pure form at inception and terminus. jamal's elongated solo
is
checkered with voigt's guitar-like strums and stops. a declamatory press
roll from moffett acts as end cap and moondoc marshals the forces for
a
final tertiary encore to end the set. operating
at a similar level of proficiency and synergy on spirit house the
jus grew orchestra acts as an actualizing vehicle for moondoc's ambitious
large-scale interplay. mixing solo-driven pieces akin to those of his
smaller ensemble, with grand collective improvisations the program is
at
once intensely inviting and generous. some of the most exciting voices
on
the current east coast improvisatory scene fill the band slots. horn-heavy
by design the group boasts a three-man rhythm section with mettle enough
to
spare when it comes to supporting the girth. moondoc's clever pen also
lends
a hand augmenting the engine room with riffing and layered brass and
reeds
when more punch is necessary. nix's shimmering bop-striped chords nurture
a
linear core alongside moffett's roaring traps and allow the horns free
reign
to frolic en mass on the opening "quick pick." voigt is largely
lost in the
shuffle and almost inaudible; but he repositions near the front for an
unaccompanied arco prelude on the chamber-tinged "brass monkey." nix
is
again a stabilizing force wedging lyrical strums between sections of
loquacious horn polyphony. moffett flirts playfully with a syncopated
shuffle underneath as muted brass bleats gleefully above. the
lush arrangements of the aptly christened "flora" offer
still another
surface for the horns to find purchase. parading a lavish echelon of
melodic
streamers moondoc's early solo is a model of emotion mixed with
self-discipline. massey picks up the snaking line and runs down his own
variation soaked in soulful vibrato. soon after swell, moondoc and marcus
emerge in succession giving way to a final collective ascent into
stratospheric dissonance. as
good as these tracks are however, it's the telescoping title piece
that
really steals the show. hearing the horn combinations twist and jockey
through a crowd of melodic constituents it becomes possible to imagine
moondoc's gnarled hands darting quickly gesticulated cues to the various
vociferous factions. moffett keeps a loose, but muscular squad of beats
scampering through the fluid changes, routinely balancing back beat funk
with textural cymbal fire and only occasionally slipping into mic distorting
bombast. his culminating solo is awash in tightly channeled excess energy.
nix does his usual fill in the blanks, but unfortunately voigt is again
mostly buried in the mix. but the upshot is all of the horns are rationed
a
healthy helping of solo space and it's a thrill to hear each man have
his
say. the ending repartee between moondoc flittering alto and campbell's
jocularly smeared brass spreads a boisterous dollop of icing on the cake. "end game" packs an incredible amount of spontaneously orchestrated
activity
in a mere pittance of minutes and opens out into the angular circus hilarity
of "in walked monk." riffing ardently like a choir at a revival
tent
meeting, the horns regularly clear a path for each soloist to speak adding
encouragement from the sidelines. exiting with a final collective the
shout
the band drinks in a deluge of well-earned applause. jemeel
moondoc takes each opportunity he is afforded to record and repays
the invested faith with musical monuments of deep merit and lasting
resonance. each of his projects possesses a level of quality in line
with
the best creative improvised music of today. what's more these two new
entries suggest that the well is far from dry and that the
composer/improvisor/architect still has much to say. with the continuing
aid
of eremite we as listeners should consider ourselves lucky to be privy
to
the sounds he has yet to unleash." --derek taylor, one final
note
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