sad music

I have this thing, and I’ve only really discovered it recently, but I actually avoid music that evokes intense emotion from me. I can read books that make me sad, watch movies that make me sad, although I tend to avoid those too, but not really… but music that really gets me… I can’t stand listening to it. But to be honest, music that gets me usually has something to do with my past which I may or may not have completely recovered from… but Ed, for example, when at the holiday house the other day, fairly miserable as he was, he just kept putting on sad love song after sad love song, and I had to ask him to stop.  I can’t handle it… I suppose it’s a compliment to the artist if their work gets me in such an accute way as I can’t bear to listen to it… but yeah. There you go. I don’t know why I felt like mentioning this. I guess I should blog about something.

-JC

Scienceworks, Star Wars and The Millennium Falcon

Yesterday, I went to Scienceworks with Sean and Ed.

It was OK. I don’t really have much to say about it really. It’s very aimed at kids. I don’t know what I was expecting. It seemed a lot smaller than last time I was there.

Anyway, the main reason the three of us went was to check out the Star Wars exhibition they have there. It displayed a bunch of costumes, models from the movies and that kind of thing. It also had a bunch of stuff about real-world robots which was kind of interesting. By far the biggest highlight of the exhibition for me was the models used to make the original 3 movies. The detail is just incredible, as they were actually filmed. One could stare at them for hours, on account of the detail. I forgot to bring a camera, but I did bring my phone, and did my best to use that to snap some shots off of my favourite model, the Millennium Falcon. It was huge and once again, detailed to the extreme. Eventually, when I get the time, I’m going to purchase a Falcon model kit of my own and get cracking.

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Anyway, The Falcon rocks my world.

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It still needs a tune, but it is the most beautiful piano ever. It’s my piano. Seriously though, it’s really really good. Like a brand new, effing good piano. When you take the front of as I have here (carefully, dad!) it sounds like a grand. Seriously. I’ve had to completely eff up my room to fit it in, but it’s there, it’s awesome. I’ve removed a lot of the furniture in my room- simplying it, and it’s grand.

Jealous?

-JC

TBP

The Bad Plus drummer Dave King explains why one of their assistant producers hates jazz.

Dave King at his comical finest.

Also, this is one of the quotes of the day on my iGoogle homepage:

The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.
- James Branch Cabell

I like it.

-JC

Last night,

While having a shower, I noticed a millipede on the floor of said shower. It was chuffing along quite happily, completely submerged. It just calmly and promptly walked to the wall and zoomed up. So. I conclude that they are actually aquatic.

Good day to you, sir.

-JC

Chris Potter

So, this is the latest inspiring saxophonist I’m starting to get into. I’ve only heard this twice, so I’m still coming to terms with it. Emotionally. This is by far the most impressive recording of a saxophonist I’ve ever heard. And the thing is, it’s so impressive it becomes a musical achievement, rather than just a technical one.

I’ll explain the recording a little, and then why I like it so much.

It’s a solo sax version of a jazz standard called All The Things You Are. It has an intro that I beleive was first coined by Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker in the bebop era- although that could be misinformation. That kind of repetitious stuff for the first 40 seconds. Although he develops that too, with in the forty seconds. Then starts the tune proper. If you don’t know it, perhaps look up a youtube video of a vocalist doing it, (because that’s a good way to get a clear version). What proceeds is an almost endless gushing of ideas of the song, and that’s about it. I could begin to analyse it all in detail, but as I said I’m still coming to terms with it.

Why I love it. Well, firstly , the context of the recording: It was a boot leg minidisc recording made at a live gig that Chris did not know was being recorded. So straight away, you know that he’s not really trying to impress anyone, he’s just having a wail. I think that that brings a nobility to it, like if he was aware it was being recorded there’d be this thing in the back of my mind that he’s probably stressing to get all this stuff out there to make himself look good. Secondly, and probably most importantly, I hear a lot of joy in his playing. He’s got this really massive sound and you can just tell he loves to play both the sax and the tune. He’s really cutting loose. Thirdly, you get the impression what ever the hell pops into his head he can play- he really, truly has that connection thing that I mentioned in a previous blog. Fourthly, and it has to be said, the sheer staggering absolutely fucking mind boggling virtuosity. This guy simply defeats us all. We’re talking anyone else alive could not match that- certainly not the best Australia has to offer. He actually redefines the sax- things like he doesn’t think just in a linear way melodically, he thinks totally vertically. Which is another way of saying, like a piano player, he’s thinking in many registers at once. Those leaps and angular melodies are so unlaboured they just pop out and then they’re gone, and the next genius line gushes out. And the other thing, which is related to point four, is that the harmonic structure, for the most part, can totally be heard throughout. There’s only a few times where my ear loses what’s happening. Finally, I love it because of the non-pretentiousness (Ha ha) of Chris as a man. Style-wise, he’s just a slightly overweight white guy with a crap hair cut. Yet, he picks up that horn and he’s elevated, that’s for sure.

So, some guidelines for listening to this:

  • Listen to a vocalist doing it first: this will give you a straight up example of how it “should” go.
  • Appreciate his voice: It’s a very, very sophisticated and complex voice, because it’s so unique, but at the heart is a massive sound.
  • Don’t be intimidated by what you don’t understand: Trust me, this guy is so beyond me that you and I are practically on the same level.
  • Hear the joy: There is so much joy in this guys playing. Listen out for him simply loving playing! There’s an effortlessness to it, like Peter Pan flying.

Good Luck, I sincerely hope you enjoy this.

-JC

This morning…

…I peeled off an apple sticker on an apple I was about to eat and I swear that it must’ve deliberately been placed over a “yucky bit” on the apple. I had to go all the way back to the kitchen to chop said surprise-yucky-bit off.

-JC

Jazz

This post is not an attempt to provide a universally applicable definition of jazz, but it is an attempt to provide an insight into what I value in jazz, and I suppose that is a loose definition of certain concepts behind it, but it’s my opinion, rather than any tangible definition.

I’ve been transcribing a Joshua Redman solo. It’s the solo from “Last Rites Of Rock ‘n’ Roll”. I wanted to see just what this guy does. In the end, it’s nearly all pentatonics (which is a rather simple type of scale or a simple pattern), just really creatively and melodically applied (not to mention in an extremely virtuosic way too). The last couple of years have seen me move away from my high-school, unwavering adoration of jazz, into almost a disapprectiation of it’s more “artistic” traits. I used to love that it challenged audiences, that it was complicated and that only an exclusive, educated crowd could comprehend and fully appreciate the music. Through several friendships I had while at uni, I did a complete 180 from my blind affection and found that it’s challenges were perhaps born of an arrogance or a lack of care on the musicians part, and came to a gradual yet stubborn disdain towards the  “high art” mentality which is that it’s the audience’s fault that they do not understand what happens in jazz. In retrospect, I beleive this divergence from an idolisation of my medium is a healthy one, and I’m sure it’s not the last time I challenge jazz. However, it’s not wholly accurate. I am currently of the opinion that it’s a combination of the two perspectives. Jazz is complicated, it is difficult to comprehend, the audience needs to be “elevated” to understand it and receive the full benefits of it’s communication and I love it for that, however, I do not beleive that to be completely the fault of neither musician or audience. I beleive simply that there is an abundant ignorance of what jazz is, how it works, what the musicians that play it strive to do. I cannot speak for other jazz musicians, but I can explain my own stance on my music. Take it or leave it.

The most important thing I can say to a potential listener of jazz is to not look for a literal communication. Do not compare it to a “song” with lyrics. It’s stories, it’s messages and what it evokes are not really meant to be described in words. Music is a language all on it’s own and to translate it, like a poem from a foreign country, is to blunt it, to clip it short. Do not look for specific avenues of relation such as “it’s a piece about love and loss”. Most of the time, depending on the composer, you will be left wondering what the point of the whole experience was. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. My pieces, for example, usually are based on a particular experience, and usually do attempt to evoke a particular feeling. Perhaps this is because of my 4 years away from the jazz idiom, and because of the relationships I’ve had with friends who openly criticise jazz. I can only see my development away from jazz as a composer as a good thing, something which sets me apart. But, the point remains that many pieces in jazz are merely vehicles for improvisation. (It is worth noting here that many of my pieces, particularly the more evocative, narrative-based ones, are very difficult to improvise over.) That it what sets jazz apart from other music types, primarily. Improvisation. (Of course, there are other many other music styles that feature improvisation, and several eastern ones that include it to the extent that jazz does, in which case there are other stylistic differences, but on the whole it is a safe enough statement).

It is in this improvisation that the common audience lose their connection with jazz, and arguably, it is because they are unsure of a way to approach it as a listener. I beleive that this is no one’s fault in particular, and it is the responsibility of both parties to eliminate this ignorance, as both would benefit from it’s absence. I was surprised maybe two years ago when a respected musical colleague of mine was himself surprised when I described a sax player we both esteemed as having a strong “voice”. My colleague had never considered this concept. Interestingly, this person was also one of the strongest critics of jazz I’d met. It occured to me that this was an ideal way for the audience to gain an “angle” on a jazz performance, something to listen for. A soloist’s voice is what drives jazz. It’s why “we”- those already seduced by jazz- listen to it at all. The most famous jazz musicians in history have been the ones with the strongest, most unique, influential and listenable voices. The only difficulty with this approach is that, as I mentioned earlier, jazz communication is not literal, and therefore it’s voice does not communicate with words, with the important exclusion of singers. However, even in the case of singers, it is not necessarily the lyrics which are important, but how they are sung. This is similar to other genres of music, and to jazz soloists. It’s as much how things are played as what is played. It is the content behind the notes, the energy, the emotion, the reserve, the actual sound of the instrument. All these things cannot fail to have some impact on the audience, but they need to come to the realisation that it’s not the same as a singer singing lyrics about energy or emotion. A good piece of music and a good soloist make these things very clear on many levels, so that many people feel a connection with them.

The stereotype of the jazz musician slaving away to make his or her command over the instrument greater to facilitate more complicated music is unfortunate and usually inaccurate. I practice hours a day to provide greater mental and dextrous faculty over my instrument and the theory behind music so I am in no way impeded during a performance. I strive to make the only limitations over my music my creative and emotional self, not my connection with my instrument. It’s an overused phrase, but I work to make myself and my instrument one. I struggle and work and sweat to make my instrument my voice, and to make that voice as natural to me as to talk, even more so than talking (and it already is. I am much more confident playing for someone than talking to them). This is what the “common audience” does not understand. When the best jazz musicians get up there and play, he or she are speaking to you (as well as each other on stage). He or she might not sweet talk the audience in between tunes, but they are trying to say something in their music. The live acts I’ve always treasured are where there is dialogue everywhere. Between each band member, and myself, “the rock, the tree. Between the land, and this air.” It is my contention that one possible window into accessing jazz is to listen for the voice. The soloist, the composer. It’s in there. And do not expect the voice to “talk” to you. But it will “communicate” something to you.

-JC

Today

Today, I put a deposit on a Kawai K6 Piano (See below). I’ll do a better blog about it in more detail when I have it in my room. Assuming it fits in- It’s a professional size upright, 132cm, so it’s fucking BIG. But it’s sounds amazing. I’m so excited!

Also today, I ate too many salt and vinegar chips, hurting my mouth… again. Also, I did two hours practice straight in the first time for almost a year. It was quite painful. But I’m a manly man. Speaking of which, while I was at the gym today, further sculpting my nigh-perfect chest, there was a guy who could seriously chestpress the biggest weights in the gym. That is, they were- I think- 45 kilograms each. But, he didn’t look that muscley. It just goes to show that technique and knowledge is as important as what weight you lift.

Um… what else…

I’m about to go into a Melbourne venue and drop in a demo Cd. I’ve no idea what I’m doing- but it can’t be that hard, right? I’m nervous, but I’m getting some scotch into me and I’ll be fine.

Yabba Dabba Doo!

-JC

my bike

Hey guys,

A small update on my bike.

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Recently, I found a bike corpse, without any wheels or seat, but for some reason, attached to it’s frame was a set of silvery delightful mud guards. I walked the whole thing home, and removed the mud guards. With a little help from dad and use of his screwdrivers I attached them to my own today.  I like the way my bike is a hodgepodge of free/cheap as chips bits of peices. Like the Millenium Falcon. It’s my Millenium Falcon. The crate at the back was free, the seat was a gift. I’m thinking that soon I’ll spray it entirely matte black, for a cool look. Thoughts? The bell I found at a garage sale for 2 dollars. The tape on the handle bars, once white and new, was purchased when I purchased the bike, because it had crappy tape left. The original bike was only $60. I love my bike. Also, that helmet in the back was a plain white helmet, with some red contact cut into the shape of the rebel alliance logo, and applied on the sides. The helmet cost $60. The contact cost $3. Pretty cool, eh?

-JC