Friday, 31 July 2015

Post 28: Free Jazz: "Of course you should"



And so I ask, "Should I go?" and the reply comes, "Of course you should--if only to be taken closer to the  point of saturation where crystals start forming." So I do.


photo by Andy Newcombe

Everything dissolves into an elemental crush where new things are formed. 

Parker/Edwards/Prevost. The only thing you can title such an event.  What else would you call it? The great dissolve? Who would come to that?-- Although that is exactly what we experience. 

Bang! No warm-up. With players of this standard we are straight into the rough cut diamond where the inherent quality of the gem already supersedes most finished product. 

Parker splinters arpeggios like splitting hairs for a cosmic purpose, Edwards, his bow shredded before he even begins, already in orbit. Within minutes his double bass becomes a waterfall, sweat pouring down the strings.  We are here to be reminded of something. Prevost's drums something like a Sioux battle cry. First set finishes with Evans thrumming a flattened seventh beneath Parkers long riff. A generous 40 minutes.


Set 2 begins with an axel grind from contrabass, a beehive thrumming. Sax splinters the sky, before they all take a sigh and unfold into a slow release of dioxides in purple air. What does this mean? As the bees keep thrumming and Prevost's rolling drums force muscle between cymbal clangs, a crevasse opens and the earth shifts, dancing into canyon walls. 

A simple, melodic riff; then bull ants chase the double bass whilst cymbals swat and clash. All the while Parker's sax teases us with songs a paintbrush might sing. Until it all explodes and we know no bird or beast is singing this. Edwards again like a nervous gnat worrying at the strings. The way they give over to each other. Then a subtle plucking, a dolls' house serenade. Airplanes and shuffling stones. Db and drums a pigeon pair. 


Do I pay enough to hear these people? I hardly think so. Two glasses of wine are more expensive than the gig. But hey, I see Edwards come over to a table of friends at the break with a job lot of champagne, ready to pop and pour. And so, the liquor is the diamonds to our listening. All of us, silked and smoothed to listen, to perform the listening that is playing.

Edwards finishes like a lost dowager, sweeping garments through the gardens of Versailles, some sort of anachronistic battle between Marie Antoinette and the beehive. 



It reminds me that generosity might just save the universe. 


Evan Parker/John Edwards/Eddie Prevost Trio, Cafe Oto, London, July 28
https://www.cafeoto.co.uk/events/evan-parker-john-edwards-eddie-prevost-trio/

c. Z Soboslay 2015.


with thanks to Nick Tsiavos for the prompt 'to go'--and the beautiful 'crystals' image, from which all else flowed...

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