So I like my rock and country (and punk and alt-country and metal and industrial and goth and Cave/Lanegan/Cohen, if those aren’t included in “rock and country”) loud.
The living-room home stereo is 100 watts each side plus 50 watts of sub each side, and I like it at about 36-44 on the dial, 64 if I need it, after 9:00 PM (keep the neib’s happy, see).
But I never, sorta, remember to jazz-off on the big stereo.
Oh, sure, I listen to a lot of jazz, but on headphones, or laying in bed on old Optimus mounted on the bed-poles.
Ladies, come and see.
So, Scofield’s Up All Night.
I got this when it was recent, and I thought, like the other records made with mostly the same credits, I’d like it, but also … not like it, for the samples.
And in headphones, or the Optimus, the samples annoyed.
But on my big system, yeah!
I’ll tellya’s, my personal prodoosher fee-fee is that the samples were often DI’d, and that what was bovverin’ my ears.
On the big system it’s like, more arrangment-sampleplayedstuff as opposed to prodoosher-sampleplayedstuff.
This is, un-embarassedly [sic], fcuking’ good.
And even if yer notta jazzer, this’ll work for ya.
Sidetrack: I been a music fan over 50 years. I liked so much: rock, country, folk, pop, pop-jazz, So. American, African and French.
I hadda learn jazz.
In college, I hadda roomie, she waitressed atta granola joint, what had live jazz, db and shite.
I went there, I liked the chai and the coffee, the organic muffins and the sound of the db.
But the music- it confuzzed me. (I think I knew one of the subs and he was a Monk fan and in my mind, now, it’s all Monk. Me, I really only recall liking the db.)
But Dream Syndicate was the name of the main influence (along with Joy Division) of the first band I ever recorded with, The Condition, from Chi. (If MF lets me tell, without edits, my take on the many stories I have, I will soon – I fear he won’t.)
So DS hazza a choon, “John Coltrane Stereo Blues”, kinda their take on “Down by the River-Whippin’Post-Voodoo Child-Sympathy for the Devil-etc. You could mebbe add “Indagaddadavida” [sic].)
And so I started listening to ‘trane and he was like playing lead guitar and I expanded from there to Miles and them guys, and a little earlier, and a little later what brought me to Scofield.
Didn’t hurt mebbe my third record (vinyl, bitches) was either the one with Metheny or the one with Medeski, Martin and Wood (the first they did togevver).
And so now I’m so far up the jazz hole that I have no one to talk to about it, what is fine.
And I know that, like any muso working more than 10 years, they have eras of their careers, not just chapters or phases or change-ups.
The Bortnick/Hess/Deitch era is funky, techno-ish, virtuoso jazz/funk/rock, and in that order.
The rhythm section smokes the good stuff, the electronics (on the loud stereo, mind!) are organic and the Sco is … Sco (my fave jazzer).
A note: there are disconcerting bits of island music interspersed. It’s often good, but for me, neh; they are too, light and poppy.
So make no mistake, this is also often slick. I mean, like Fagen-slick (the other guy, Walter, was the rocker, brought the musical dirt – they both apparently had dirty minds).
And it’s a bit diverse. I often like records to maintain a consistent mood. This does internally change-up. But I admit, I like the pacing.
Last thing, Scofield’s sound is his, the drums totally pro and even, but damndoIlikethatbasssound. I think it’s mostly tube amp, and I think I’m hearin’ Bass V (like my own latest endeavor).
3.5/5 olives in my martooni.
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