Further soliloquy

I met the curator of the LOFT festival while working for the publisher Holzwarth, who was releasing an edition of music for Rebecca Horn’s installations, plus a CD of improvisations over standard changes, called Nearness. That CD, I thought, suffered from the drums being somewhat low in the mix, so to my ears it wasn’t a three-way conversation between Messrs Chisholm, Penman and Rückert, but rather a soliloquy, which left me desiring. (It’s out of print anyway, so even an embedded blogger can say this. For those of you on the meta level, this might of course be a Tristano reference: choose some standard changes, then gag the drummer, then everybody else explode the tune from inside out and rename it slyly. Helps if it rhymes on lee.)

There’s something about not having to switch your attention all over the place, but I definitely prefer the Plush recording. Try:

Now, who’s doing the soloing here? There’s an interludic quality at play (if that doesn’t sound like a backhanded compliment), the three are milking the texture of the sax-bass-drums format, which, by the way, closely relates this music to something like Coptic Dub, advertised a few posts up. I will explain that in detail once I’ve actually heard Coptic Dub (Hint!).

Lutz