Showing posts with label charles mingus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label charles mingus. Show all posts

Friday, 17 February 2012

Occam's Razor

Occam's razor is a principle of logic that is attributed to a Medieval English monk. Basically, it says that if there are (two or more) solutions to a problem, the simplest one is the best.

Occam's Razor applies to music just as well as it does to philosophy and the sciences. I find that after my 40 years of listening extensively to all kinds of music, my ear keeps returning to melodies and structures that are relatively simple. We've been listening to some 60's New Orleans tunes in the car lately and Allen Toussaint's version of Tequila keeps getting requested, as well as some Eddie Bo that is no more than a 2-note vamp with a ferocious beat.

Complicating things doesn't usually help in life and music is no different. I find that adding complexity to music impresses other musicians (and the maestro) but seldom the audience, and I personally tend to favor simple approaches. I never get tired of the blues. I find nothing better than a quartet or quintet on a night when everyone is on (saxophone mandatory). I like head arrangements and unison lines. "Plain Vanilla" comping often sounds better behind a soloist than complex chord substitutions.

Seems like loads of great saxophone players reach a point in their playing career when feel they must have a string orchestra behind them. Charlie Parker with Strings is, in my opinion, his weakest work and can be passed up without missing anything. What got into great players like Johnny Griffin, and more recently James Carter and even David Murray? Come on, guys. The saxophone-with-strings shtick reminds me of Squidward on Sponge Bob and his hopeless quest for high culture. The music is almost always better left alone in its raw form. I can do without the strings.

As the incomparable Charles Mingus said, “Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity.”

Thursday, 26 January 2012

My Musical Biography, Part 3

The 1970’s were the height of the New York loft scene; a live show costs just a couple of bucks in those days and most places did not clear the floor between sets. I used to take the train frequently to NYC, where my Lab School best friend Gilbert lived. Gilbert loved music and had the world’s largest record collection but he never had any musical talent himself (his amazing talents lie elsewhere - he is now a world-renowned artist, see http://www.gilberthsiao.blogspot.com/). I guess we have that in common, no innate musical talent. I used to go hear live music all the time – Studio Rivbea and the Tin Palace come to mind. Once I walked across lower Manhattan blowing my alto in the street the whole way; when we walked in front of Ali’s Alley, Rashied Ali himself came out to see what the commotion was – can you imagine doing that in post-Giuliani NYC? Probably get locked up.

Some of the greats I’ve had the fortune to see and hear live: Miles Davis (his pre-retirement electric band with Sonny Fortune and Pete Cosey), Charles Mingus (with George Adams and Danny Rich-man; Mingus cussed me out with some racial epithets when I naively tried to say hello between sets in Montreal), Dexter Gordon (once with Woody Shaw on trumpet; Dexter was a real gentleman), Dizzy Gillespie (who was interested in my wife and not the least bit in me), Sam Rivers (at Rivbea), Sonny Rollins (in Philly where I sat so close I could’ve shined his shoes), Leroy Jenkins (at the recording session for his JCOA album), Clark Terry (I interviewed him for WHRB), Archie Shepp (I interviewed him for WHRB and got to hang out with him and Dave Burrell in their hotel; he certainly never showed any hostility towards white people to me), James Moody (in Terre Haute!), McCoy Tyner (maybe his best band with Junie Booth and Azar Lawrence), Kalaparusha (I had, and still have, a real taste for the AACM), Muhal Richard Abrams, Ornette Coleman with Prime Time, towering Randy Weston, Max Roach (with the fabulous Billy Harper on tenor), Dewey Redman (whose music puts his much more highly touted son to shame), Julius Hemphill (Tim Berne was his manager at the time and sent me some unreleased cassettes of Julius), David Murray (the saxophone prodigy of the day, not much older than me), Jimmy McGriff, Lou Donaldson, Ray Charles, Pepper Adams (in Munich’s famed Domocile), Chicago’s great Fred Anderson, Joe Henderson (whose introverted style I never really understood until I saw him in person), Jackie McLean (one of his last concerts), Cecil Taylor (who plays the piano like he has three hands), Paul Quinichette at the West End, Art Blakey (not one of his best bands unfortunately) and Sun Ra and James Brown multiple times…JB twice with Wilson Pickett on the bill. My favorite is Vonski Von Freeman who instructed me that “Music is not mathematics.”

Someone I didn’t see…Rahsaan…one of the dumbest things I ever did in my life. Big Dave called me to come down to Bloomington and see Rahsaan at the Bluebird and I was too lazy to make the hour drive by myself. Rahsaan died that night after the concert. Big Dave is gone now too.