Friday, January 11, 2013

Matthew Shipp: Greatest Hits, Thirsty Ear, 2013


The work of every great artist warrants a retrospective  now and again. It is time for pianist Matthew Shipp to be given one; it is called Matthew Shipp: Greatest Hits. The recording is a well-designed shuffle of twelve years of recording; each piece has been carefully chosen and juxtaposed one to another, without adhering to chronological order.

Shipp’s character blends rumbling rambunctiousness with sheer stamina, pure grace and a shy respectfulness. There is not one cut on this record which can be dismissed as an aspect of the development of Shipp’s own canonical language.  Through two years before and including the decade between ages forty and fifty, his musical language changed markedly.  At first, heavy and irrevocably repetitive, his fingering opens up and he leaves behind his reliance on dark, resonant base chords and, in a breathless, gorgeous grasp of rhythmic vicissitudes, bursts into discovering the effusive breadth of the line he can follow without ever having to draw it beforehand. The challenges he meets allow him to revisit and reassess his piano heritage ranging from Thelonious Monk to Bud Powell to Ran Blake. He never sacrifices what he has learned and appreciated. He blossoms more thoroughly with each note he plays.

Two solos records, One and 4-D, are quoted.  In “Module,” from his first solo record, Shipp dives into the river that is the eight-keys and, within that, maps out the intimate streams and rivulets constituting the whole. And in the title track from 4-D, Shipp lifts many boundaries. In his fingering progressions, he shifts from one level to another painting a picture of surface which emanates light through the shadows.

The earliest of Shipp’s groups documented here is the quartet of 2000, featuring Roy Campbell on trumpet, along with William Parker and Gerald Cleaver on drums. The stark contrast of the fanfare trumpet playing of Campbell with that of Wadada Leo Smith in the tunefully melancholic title cut of the 2001 New Orbit demonstrates Shipp’s focus on establishing a solid sound against varying melodic components.

On the other hand, in 2003, on Equilibrium, Khan Jamal plays vibes and Flam cooks electronic fixings. Flam also appears in 2004’s Harmonic Abyss with Parker and Cleaver and Nu-bop from 2002. In the latter, Guillermo Brown is the drummer and Daniel Carter extends the ultra-rhythm vibe with sax and flute sound, rarely included in Shipp’s entourage. The three contributions from these records require high volume for the appreciation of the groove that William Parker once said caught him traveling in space, not knowing where he was going.

The serious dive into the trio setting starts out with Joe Morris on bass and Whit Dickey on drums. Their Harmonic Disorder and Piano Vortex caught the attention of a wide audience. Shipp was interested in narrowing the number of components with which he could build his vision. His concern with rhythmic content never evades him but the aspect of thematic concerns pervades his exploration. He carried the tune aspect from his solo efforts throughout his work with the trio, sometimes repeating them specifically, e.g. Patmos. The themes he composed are not easily let go through the march of improvisation, which is the process that this group brilliantly mastered together. Consistent with the intense side of Shipp, Morris is mostly an abstract bass player, leaning towards detailed microtones struck between and around the notes that Shipp plays. Dickey is a consummate drummer, who always stays on this side of explosion, cultivating those ever pregnant moments with whispering cymbals and occasional snaps of the snare.  

With 2012’s Elastic Aspects, which is quoted twice on Greatest Hits, Shipp opens the door to another kind of musical heaven. Dickey remains as the drummer, but Michael Bisio takes over the bass. With Bisio, the “seasoning” changes; his heft, ebullience and consistent rhythmic insinuation pulls all the trio’s elements together and manages to create less of an angular package than the one presented in the first trio.

“Circular Temple #1,” from 2011’s The Art of the Improviser, the only live recording in the bunch, ends the collection in this "look-back" at Shipp's last twelve years with Thirsty Ear.  The music in this selection stresses the communion of forces. Spiritually motivated and inspired, Shipp often takes to the inside of the piano and plucks the strings as if they are the tips of angel’s wings. His fingering on the keyboard thereafter takes flight and he goes higher and deeper into the essence of his playing. Drummer Dickey and bassist Bisio undercoat the piano sound smoothly.  And the close is abrupt, as if the music goes on, but is no longer audible.

Listening to Greatest Hits, one hears the fairly obvious differences from group to group and from cut to cut. But what one also hears is how Shipp has penetrated new ground over time, ever-expanding, ever-shifting his musical ideas to address the cosmic nature of his music’s existence. He has catapulted it into the realms of a radiant infinity.

copyright 2013 Lyn Horton

Album Listing: 
Pastoral Composure, 2000;  New Orbit, 2001;  Equilibrium, 2003;  One, 2005;  Harmonic Disorder, 2009; Harmony and Abyss, 2004;  4-D, 2010; Elastic Aspects, 2012;  Nu-Bop, 2002;  Piano Vortex, 2007;  Art of the Improviser, 2011.

All albums released by Thirsty Ear.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A Year With 13 In It


When I was 13, I was in the seventh grade. That was the year President Kennedy was shot. As I recall, that day was Friday because the Middle School at Sidwell Friends was in an assembly which  occurred during last period of the last day of the week. Young Robert Kennedy and Joseph were called out of the room before the assembly ended. It was not til I reached home that I knew that the President had been assassinated. That was a horrible day. But the fact that I was thirteen never influenced my memory of that day nor that year in the future.

The number 13 has always been lucky for me. I am not necessarily superstitious, veering my behavior away, for instance, from the 13th floor of a building; the 13th square in a sidewalk from the curb; Friday, the 13th. It would take a bit of obsession to count all the time. And the 13th of anything is going to come anyway.


Actually, in retrospect, the idea of 13 is liberating. As far as my age was concerned, it marked the onset of my teenage years when I started growing up emotionally and began awkwardly to acquire a female figure. The liberation managed to present itself academically, when I let my intelligence fly and applied myself more in school than I ever had before. I saw high school coming and surprisingly its anticipation did not keep me waiting. 

Thirteen is also an incontrovertibly prime number: can only be divided by one and itself. As with irreversible, irretrievable time.

At the end of December, 2013, my alimony ends. Supposedly, by that time, my ex-husband should be erased from my mind. The impending absence of this monthly influx of cash has taken some measure of acceptance on my part.  Something else will come in. How much is still a mystery.  A friend mollified my anxiety once by casually telling me in a conversation that I have been OK so far and that everything will probably be OK in the future. My friend ran her business from home as a personal problem solver and morale booster.

A part of my blindly, out-of-fright, created plan after my ex-husband left was to be financially independent by 2013. The "plan" included somehow being able to support myself through what I do which has for forty years been my art.  

No one seems to know anything about what I do or how I function. Many people  suspect that I have gobs and gobs of riches. In a way, I do. The wealth of my creativity and soul carry me through my existence. I am perfectly happy in my big house shaping the spaces into intimate ones, making them inviting. And then doing my work is constant. If not in my mind, then on paper. 

My capacity for verbal expression of truth cannot be revoked. I am too old to let my tolerance of external forces block the way from how I really feel. I will say what I believe. And mean it. 

My freedom has widened  because I am bound only to what I choose rather than to what is expected of me. Since 2000, I immersed myself into writing about improvised music. It is a music I love; it is a music that saved me. The musicians I know have been a bastion of strength for me. Their music has been continually accessible, if not live, then recorded.

But one pursuit I must reclaim is my art.

Perhaps I will post some representational imagery here at this blog periodically. At the same time, I want to be undaunted in how I utilize this internet space.


This is not an apology. These words explain what is to come. Those who believe will return. 



copyright 2012 Lyn Horton
Drawings: copyright 2009-12 Lyn Horton




Wednesday, November 21, 2012

My Top Eleven 2012


1. Wadada Leo Smith, Ten Freedom Summers (Cuneiform);
2. Burton Greene, Live At Kerrytown (NoBusiness);
3. Darius Jones Quartet, The Book of Maebul: Another Kind of Sunrise
 (AUMFidelity);
4. Jason Stein Quartet, The Story This Time (Delmark);
5. Joe McPhee and Ingebrigt Haker Flaten, Brooklyn DNA (CleanFeed);
6. Wadada Leo Smith's Mbira, Dark Lady of the Sonnets (TUM Records Oy);
7. Frank Rosaly, Centering And Displacement (Utech Records);
8. John Butcher and Matthew Shipp,  At Oto (Fataka 2);
9. Peter Brötzmann and Jason Adasciewicz, Going All Fancy (Eremite);
10. Fred Lonberg-Holm's Fast Citizens, Gather (Delmark);
11. Tres Hongos, Where My Dreams Go To Die (Molk Records).


photo copyright 2012 Lyn Horton

Friday, October 19, 2012

David S. Ware, Reflections of The Blue Note, October, 2010







All photos above copyright 2010-12 Lyn Horton 












I remember you fondly, David S.Ware. And with compassion. 
And the cognizance of your ardent desire and unrelenting determination to make a difference.


Michael Bisio & Matthew Shipp Duo: Floating Ice: Relative Pitch, 2012



No one can ever speculate on the process of improvised music before it happens. It just begins given the proper conditions, space and time. As does any phenomenon in this universe begin or actually simply continue. That is the reason that it is no surprise that bassist Michael Bisio and pianist Matthew Shipp can move forward together without competing: ego-less, unfettered, yet married to their sound.

In Floating Ice, the two musicians step outside of logical boundaries except perhaps when Shipp catches some rhythms in "Swing Laser" or strikes up strange melodic figures in "Disc" like a child might wonder about the frequent bursting glow of fireflies in the night. Bisio never really follows the exact flow of the stream as much as converses with it in pizzicato whispers, even as he grabs at his bass strings. When he goes down his own path, he fingers the bass strings purposefully and has serious, furious, rapid strokes to bow. Shipp pounds the keyboard with wide open chords or trickles through the sound screen with cantankerous repetitious two-handed phrasing, conclusive mid-range or treble tremolos and seemingly endless scalar runs arrested by shifts in tempo or contrasting distinct methods of touch. A unique camaraderie yields one of the most interesting rhythm alliances of the entire recording in the conclusion of "Holographic Rag."

This is a dialog that leaves behind the memory of cooperative interchanges, allowing for one musician or the other to make clear statements that bridge to the next notes or to the next silence. From abstraction to unquestionable lyricism to styles that are familiar but rendered in a contemporary fashion, this duo has created a recording in Floating Ice which skews the normal.  Among resonant bass chords and wavy sounding board tweaking on the piano integrated with intensely driven scraping of the bow across, or slapping of, the bass strings, the steady heavy holds paradoxically planted in “Supernova” and “Decay” project an idea of dimensionless-ness: where interaction with the instruments produces no physical result and captures the mere evanescence of time.

copyright 2012 Lyn Horton

Personnel:
Michael Bisio: bass; Matthew Shipp: piano

Track listing:
Floating Ice; The Queen's Ballad; Swing Laser; Disc; Supernova; Holographic Rag; Decay.

Lyn Horton on Willard Jenkins' Open Sky Jazz

 Not long ago, Willard Jenkins emailed me regarding doing an interview for his series on women "jazz writers." The questions he asks the participants are always the same.

This is the product of that interview. 



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