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A matter of casting

Like in a movie, good casting is the key. If you have clear roles that border on stereotype and find the right faces to fill them with life, chances are you have a hit. For the first half of the concert, it was an absolute hit. Colin Stetson on bass sax did a very impressive strongman act grounding the trio, all bulging muscles and energy, laying down circularly breathed drones and wicked single note rhythms. Throwing himself into the instrument, you know. Above him Matana Roberts on alto, calm but warm behind spontaneously accumulating fog, offering endless melodies, rather free of the rhythm. At first I thought, if Ornette were a Lounge Lizard, but the longer she played, the less sense that made. Her role was as sort of the detached one. Behind the drums Shahzad Ismaily. Now we had seen a thoughtful drummer in the set before (I smell a trend), but this guy was downright brooding. He wouldn’t commit stick to skin before he unanimously had won a debate against himself as to the purpose and effect of said action. Until he lost it for what seemed like seconds then caught himself. Great performance from all three so far everybody playing their parts beautifully.

But then Colin Stetson switched to alto, and that unbalanced the cast. The set became sort of gabby. Not bad, but. Still, as long as everybody stuck to their role, great music. Plus this was the only set that actually benefited from the amplification, very powerful.

Right now in the background, one Miss Platnum. I promise I will take a pic, but don’t provoke a comment.

Out for today, Lutz

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Second-lining the Six

Wildly enjoyable set from a duo called Donkey Monkey, which is made up of Eve Risser on piano and Yuko Oshima on drums, both completely unknown to me. Very nice bitonalities from the piano, not like you’d usually expect in that kind of context, no mock-twelve-tone aesthetic, but rather a hint of ragtime sublimations as tried out by serious French composers. Now if I’d want to launch the return of the Pianola, I’d ask Eve to record the rolls, and I mean that as a compliment. She kind of locked herself into a pattern, then it was up to Yuko to keep things open. You could hear she’s at home in a rock context, she punches to the point and is prone to fall into a groove. She keeps the whole thing earthy, but still she’s the freer agent on stage. I love improv with that sort of straightforward gestures. Very pleasant surprise. Okay, now who’s what? Usually the drums would be the donkey, but here they get to perform the pranks.

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Aurora polaris

… Northern lights entered through a wormhole on stage and the big band rode out on a blissful finale …

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Non-combustible modified foam

Miles Davis has been invented for the Norwegians. No? Oh wait, trumpeter Palle Mikkelborg is actually Danish. This started out as if Strangers in the Night had been part of the Ascenseur pour l’Échafaud soundtrack, only with the hangman leaning on a synth (for which he should be hung). But also shades of early electric Miles played through non-combustible modified foam (I have that from the dictionary, but it’s simply perfect).

On the other hand I must say I’m completely impressed by Terje. I’ve ogled his pedal board and it’s nothing much, I have half of these exact same pedals, plus a handful more, so I’m really in awe at how he works his sounds.

Crime Scene was the title of the whole thing, and samples from noir movies were worked in nicely. The chief part-time perpetrator on stage you can see in the photo above. This was mildly eclectic music, so a drummer would have to get funky now and then, and he just didn’t have it in him. He would have to swing, but nope. Only when things got heavy, he took off, and then the whole thing really took off altogether. Beautifully ornamental play by Storløkken over that. My favorite part. They should just have plain rocked out. Because the moodinesses were on pre-set, nice, but kind of routine, still,

then…

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1970

Terje rypping it, he’s still at it. What I like most about this pic: it has aged so well. Remember, this is 1970 :-)

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Warming the taste buds

  

Damn. My opening gambit has been destroyed. I haven’t been called a ripper on this here blog. The good folks at Plush home base (Hi Kat and Matt!) have called me that everywhere else but here. The epithet was used in every piece of blurbage but here. I was depending on it. What do I do?

So I’ve shipped the family to the Balticum to be able to be in Moers. They’re lounging on the beach, I could be there too. Wiggling my toes in the sand. Instead the stage is set. Sausages are roasting around me. Cables are curling their way from the stage through my feet to the feed. Have you tuned in already? http://www.plushmusic.tv/moers

Heavy security men are jealously guarding the entrances. I do not know if I can possibly overcome them to do my duty. Shed a tear for me if I can’t. The stream will continue regardless.

If this were 1970, I’d be ecstatic. I take it you know Garbarek’s Afric Pepperbird with Terje Rypdal on guitar? If you don’t, get it. It rips. Get it online, don’t leave the stream. Well, I’ve not been a follower of Rypdal’s music in recent years, I must admit, but somehow the fact that Ståle Storløkken (from Supersilent, one of the most exciting groups right now) is one of three soloists gives me high hopes. There’s also a big band, which buries my high hopes. Let’s see who wins.

I must get to know the lay of the land first, I don’t feel I’m here yet.

Oh, and I rip aesthetic judgments at a pace of 15 taste buds per pixel.


Lutz

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Moers improvisation from global talents

The 39th moers festival swings into action this weekend - celebrating the vitality and joie de vivre of contemporary improvisation from around the world. Watch concerts, interviews and behind the scenes musical anaylsis streamed live here at Plushmusic.tv.

This gem of a festival sources and catalyses real talent and risk taking - bringing together artists from different generations, continents and musical languages.

From punk and rock through to jazz, classical and contemporary, watch style defining musicians such as jazz legend Bill Frisell, Arto Lindsay and Fred Frithjazz hit the festival stage alongside hot talents Bergen Big Band, Miss Platnum and Dobet Gnahorà and more.

“‘Old heroes will stand shoulder to shoulder with new ones on the stage of the festival tent; there will be quiet music and loud music, fast music and slow music, angry music and sweet music, but always good music.” Director - Reiner Michalke

Can’t be there in the flesh? Enjoy the music from a different, virtual perspective and join moers in taking a leap forward in the digital realm - watch the entire festival streamed Live online + live commentary, be the first to hear reactions from musical experts and join in with your own responses.

Watch the festival live stream - 21st to 24th May 2010

Take a look at the festival programme for all the details.

And don’t forget to keep following live blog insights here from inimitable wordsmith Lutz Eitel.

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Frankfurter Rundschau review of LOFT festival

Its been a little while since we filled these pages with insights from LOFT, brought to you by our trusty live blogger Lutz - so here’s a view from the outside. Ulrich Kurth wrote this piece for the Frankfurter Rundschau, here’s our translation.

Read the original German post here

Inner Mogolia is not a real place but rather a vision, somewhat like the mythical Shambhala. The saxophonist Hayden Chisholm invited old and new companions on his musical journey- all part of his “Plushmusic2” festival in which they came together to create imaginary and poetic spaces. Chisholm came with new compositions in which he packed the musical strengths of different music cultures. His theme is the development of artist forms through the play-off between composed and improvised elements. Gareth Lubbe plays solo Viola in the Gewandthaus Orchestra, BJ Cole plays pop productions with Sting and Bjoerk, Nils Wogram’s trombone style is now an accredited style studied at universities. Xu Fengxia has opened her traditional Chinese repertoire for cross-over work, cellist Adrian Brendel is a soloist and chamber musician who plays in all the big halls. The line up aroused high expectations.

The artistic idea of the Plushmusic community comes from the experience of the musicians who create new possibilities between the traditional boundaries separating “serious” music and improvised forms. One cannot simply mix these anyhow in a wanton cross-over, but when creative musicians from differing genres gradually and carefully approach each other with open ears then something new can happen.

For this one first needs to find an alternative place. In Plush this is an old village church, in Cologne it is the LOFT, a music studio and concert room which is mainly used for new and improvised music. Adrian Brendel, the founder of the chamber music festival in the village of Plush in Dorset, showed how it could be done. In Cologne he played scintillating versions of Kurtag and Saariaho. He improvised with Simon Nabatov over song fragments by Birtwistle and he premiered Chisholm’s work “Critical Mass” with Lubbe, Chisholm, and Nabatov. One hour later he improvised in one of the “wildcards”.

On this first evening Chisholm presented two blues inspired suites. One of his bases lies within the impressive nature in Kansas which inspired him to write “To the heart of Kansas”. In melodies loaded with Blues turns he revealed his America behind the huge advertisments. Lubbe played in this set an instrument from the beginning of last century, a trumpet violin, sounding sometimes like a hurdy gurdy. BJ Cole searches for the roots of his instrument without resorting to the all too familiar clichés of the Hawaiian guitar.

Chisholm’s texts divide the sentence. He speaks of a grape under whose transparent skin he discovers a tiny Kansas with a mysterious silver moon. alone with the sound of his voice he is a beguiling storyteller of symbolic tales, evoking the past. It is an atmosphere that Lubbe and Cole support masterfully. In this way a musical story is constructed using free improvisation and with continuous tension for over half an hour - a trilogy in which Chisholm’s alto saxophone sometimes takes on the role of the narrator. The score allows for such freedom of narration.

“Odessa Blues Suite” produces very different somd worlds, written by Chisholm during a cold winter on the Black Sea. The Blues seems closer here with ironic honky tonk passages and heavy grooves. It is a suite with many parts and small windows of fine, microtonal sequences, rock guitar phrases, and a dense interplay between Nabatov and Cole, who send each other reworked melody fragments back and forth.

The third night of music offered music of the highest level, with vastly differing attitudes, from concentrating on the written material to passionate improvisation. On the final evening we arrived at “Voyage to the inner Mongolia”. Chisholm and Lubbe encountered many years ago masters of asian overtone singing on their travels. They were delighted with the singer Xu Fengxia, who corrected any false expectations with her improvisations around the “Chinese Blues”. Filled with joy and humour, the three musicians captured their Shambhala, a mythical place of extravagant fantasies and a wide breadth of emotion.”

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The Jeff Bridges thing

On the train back home from LOFT festival, dog-tired (did have to get up once I laid down, sort of a trampoline effect), I’m finally listening to Coptic Dub from the Embassadors, which Hayden (above) gave me at the last moment. The group are probably named for the fact that they do an embarrassing job as ambassadors for jazz. Or anything really. The record’s a smash, like Hayden’s previous cooperation with Burnt Friedman, Heaps Dub from Root 70.

I promised additional riffing on a curious part of Hayden’s musical aesthetic, which allows that you will have a traditional sax trio with everybody busy playing their lines or beats and it doesn’t feel like anyone solos at all. It’s sort of a reverse of the historical development in jazz during the 60s when rhythm instruments came into their own and it suddenly felt as if everyone in the group soloed at once.

Hayden has written on his blog, which you might want to follow (except that he publishes his own poetry on it from time to time, but you can always skip that, there are often grabs of music he enjoys which are very inspiring, so go to www.softspeakers.com), that many of his more hardcore jazz fans just can’t get the interest in timbre he indulges in on the Dubs records. He himself has some heavy Japanese mythological thing going for it which I’m not exactly into, I would just say it sounds great. Is it cheap to get there through leaning on a Hammond B3? I don’t care, it all just sounds so great. Which was Burnt’s part of the job, I reckon.

Actually, in some respects Coptic Dub is the more traditional of the two records, since the sax mostly works as melody instrument, so my argument doesn’t hold. But I’m glad it doesn’t, because here you’re much closer to the sound – of the instruments, and of virtual spaces you’re guided by cunning artists to walk through. Matt Penman on bass and Jochen Rückert on drums. Hey, I’m the embedded blogger, so don’t trust me, but if you’re out shopping for some “difficult easy listening”, as Hayden puts it, I seriously embrace this record.

The pic is of the curator of the festival in transition mode between budding alto player and the Jeff Bridges aging throat-singing country mighthavebeen movie star thing (see post 2 from me a week ago, about ‘The Heart of Kansas’).

Out until the unforeseeable future and big thanks to everyone who has followed.

Lutz Eitel

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Wildcard: Gratkowski, Xu, Kiedaisch

Here Fengxia would have to confront another extrovert (plus a set of percussion, which if provoked might break into severe noise any moment). What could possibly be the result. Outright mayhem? But yes! Detailed, triumphant mayhem! There’s really not many words one could fold around the fact, it was just a delight to witness.

It’s been a delight of the whole festival, anyway, to see the freedom of everyone involved. Switching instruments or breaking into song. Make that severe vocal cord violations. The freedom to suddenly fall into a groove in midst of an improv take on things. The freedom to fall asleep on stage or, at the opposite, walk the table (I guess Frank sort of did that today, no?) “Einen kleinen noch,” he said (let’s just have another little one), before the three of them decided to push the energy bar even higher.

Exhilarating finish to the festival. I’ll say goodbye to everyone tomorrow. 

Greetings! Lutz

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Wildcard: Hayden Chisholm, Frank Gratkowski

Today’s wildcard improvisation definitely merits two posts. It began as a duo between Hayden and Frank. Now two visuals were immediately striking: while Hayden was bathed in an angelic halo of red curls but his alto looked sort of faded, Frank himself looked kind of grey while his alto is much too sparkling. See the pic. Frank’s sax is really too shiny for him to be taken seriously as a jazz artist.

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Set two: Voyage to the Inner Mongolia

When, to get into the mood for his inner Mongolia, and into the right voice of course, Hayden gargled a good swallow of 80 proof bison grass vodka, I had a feeling I could relate to this trip, whatever ensued. This was a much more roughshod ride than the previous set, again, only related through the vast ground it covered. And the profane fact that people on stage tended to break into vocals.

The picture is from the rehearsals, I was too late to get into position for a good shot. When I got over to the concert room, everybody was chugging heavily over the beat from the guzheng, but quickly the scene changed into a duo for extended vocalese from Fengxia vs. bursts from Hayden’s alto. Fengxia is like a force of nature really. Imagine Phil Minton-like vocal acrobatics, that sometimes fade into concrete vocals in languages I don’t understand (but sometimes suddenly burst into definite commentaries in German on the ample stuff happening around stage, like commenting on Gareth’s playing: ah, the Chinese blues), dirge-like songs and, you know, I really don’t know about the history of the instrument, but if there’s a Don Pullen of the ghuzeng, it must be her.

Hayden and Gareth of course were on stage also, doing their thing, but frankly they were the able backing band, while Fengxia ruled the stage!

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Set one: Approaching Sesfontein

 

Whoa. This was a duo set by Gareth Lubbe and Michael Kiedaisch, who had never improvised before together. In public, that is, they had met on the new music beat, tried out some things during down times, and Michael was the man who Gareth wanted to play duo with when he was asked for his favourite project to contribute to the festival.

Michael started out with one soft, one hard mallet in each hand on the vibraphone, milking the dual characteristics, maybe an effect so characteristic to the instrument that Gareth’s melodies, though beautiful, didn’t immediately connect. So Michael got into a more open mood, applying bows, Gareth broke his melodic lines down into fragments, and from then on, this was a rare treat.

In what I think I could say about every concert here, amazing ground was covered. We had almost Gary Burton-like moves from Michael, throat-singing from Gareth (rather tender-minded, this time, almost pop, if may say so, beautiful). Bareknuckles/fingertips moves on the vibes, which then went into a downright electronica passage on the “black keys” of the instrument. Gareth keeps a slow flageolet melody going while doing quick tremolos beneath. 

The second tune began with Gareth on a thumb piano that Michael himself has built, who meanwhile worked the tubes of the vibraphone and then after a dramatic crash of the cymbal switched to his enhanced drum set, while Gareth switched to piano. This part was much more gentle, downright romantic chords and the most plaintive singing from Gareth I’ve yet heard, mallets stroking the toms into a moaning… At the end Michael was stroking his cymbals with a bow while Gareth found the exactly same sound on the viola.

I think I haven’t mentioned yet that this was all freely improvised. Especially for the range of tonal colours that evolved, this was a really beautiful set. Hayden high-fiving the musicians afterwards cried out “perfect” (though what could perfection in free improvisation possibly be?). I’ve no idea why they would want to approach Sesfontein, but they sure got there.

Second set’s already begun, I’m off…

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Xu Fengxia has arrived and set up her equipment! Here she is trying out the room’s acoustics on her guzheng (not an instrument that I would be sure to know, quite honestly, but wikipedia backs me up). What you can’t see is that at the other end of the room Michael Kiedaisch is back behind his kit jamming along. Maybe that is part of what will happen on today’s third Wildcard session?

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Approaching rehearsals

Right now there’s Michael Kiedaisch and Gareth Lubbe doing their rehearsal. The funny thing is, small world again, that I will have seen Michael behind a drum set in Stuttgart, where I grew up, haunting the jazz clubs when I was a kid and he not much older. Today he brings a vibraphone and a drum set enhanced by several metal pieces (see the ship-like forms on the kit in the background) done by a sound sculptor. I hear improv, but I also hear strains of Bach…

Lutz

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