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Post by Doom Girl on Jan 2, 2021 17:54:03 GMT
The LJC recently (10/25/20) posted an article about the author Andrew Cartmel and a jazz record album that Cartmel “curated.” Cartmel has written a series of detective novels about an unnamed fellow he calls the Vinyl Detective, who ekes out a living collecting and selling old records, and, more importantly, occasionally hiring out to help others find rare albums they are seeking. These searches invariably involve mayhem and murder. In the first book in the series, he is looking for some rare 50’s jazz albums. Now, Cartmel, under the guise of “the Vinyl Detective,” who purportedly wrote the liner notes, has put together an album of jazz tracks, among them a few of the most famous and revered in jazz history and some relatively unknown. It seems that the LJC (the real “vinyl detective”?) played some role in the preparation of the album and he is also credited in the Acknowledgements section of the first book. I recently received as gifts the record album and the first book in the Vinyl Detective series and plan to comment upon them here.
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Post by nicknick on Jan 3, 2021 18:54:40 GMT
Thanks a lot for the hint DG. I've found three parts of the Vinyl Detective series (1 - Written in Dead Wax; 2- The Run-Out Groove; and 3 - Victory Disc). It looks very interesting and, I think, rather fits the old thread "Jazz books". Will try to sink properly into the books next week.
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Post by dg on Jan 4, 2021 23:10:16 GMT
The book: “The Vinyl Detective: Written in Dead Wax” (Titan Books, 2016)
The combination of The Vinyl Detective book and record seemed a happy confluence for me, since I am both a collector of vinyl and an avid reader of mystery stories about the world’s most famous fictional detectives – Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes, Chandler’s Philip Marlowe, Hammett’s Sam Spade, Christie’s Hercule Poirot, Dexter’s Morse, Cleve’s Vera Stanhope and Jimmy Perez of Shetland, Mankell’s Kurt Wallander, Louise Penny’s Quebecois Inspector Armand Gamache, Simenon’s Maigret, Rex Stout’s Nero Wolfe, etc., etc. The incarnation of many of them in movies and TV series has also been a source of much enjoyment.
How does Cartmel fare among this august company of mystery writers? He is a solid writer, not an artistically exceptional stylist, but his story flows along at a good pace. The plot is a clever one, though outlandish at times, and there are a few lacunae, none of which are necessarily lethal flaws in this genre – after all, even master stylist Raymond Chandler, in THE BIG SLEEP, described a certain murder and then apparently forgot about it and left it unsolved in the rest of the book. Such flaws in plot, especially repetitious situations, and places where the reader has to turn back in the book to try to figure out what occurred when and where, could have been easily remedied by a better editorial hand.
But such quibbles aside, it was an enjoyable book, especially for a vinyl collector, in the numerous references to musicians and their recordings. The first mention is one of the best and draws the reader in – two characters discussing a Gil Mellé Sextet Blue Note with Max Roach, Red Mitchell and George Wallington, including the fine points of the distinguishing Lexington Avenue address, the deep groove and flat-edged pressings. Throughout there are numerous mentions of artists and audio gear, with many clever allusions – a cat named Dizzy (re Gillespie), a cab driver nicknamed Clean Head (re Eddie Vinson), a situation where a musician “was shot dead in an altercation over a woman” (re Lee Morgan) and one of the best, where a Japanese soundtrack CD is described as sounding “like Sonny Blount commissioned to score a sixties spy movie.” Herman Blount is the birth name of Sun Ra. Cartmel, like an insecure stand-up comedian, doesn’t always trust the audience to get the joke and often telegraphs an explanation of the “punch line” within a few sentences. Mentions of “a Prince bootleg” where he “jammed with Miles Davis” and Claude Thornhill’s “Snowfall” were just some of the other tantalizing lines that sent me on interesting Internet searches.
There is a convoluted plot, and the puzzle at the end, involving messages set in the dead wax of a set of 14 records, was easily solvable by the reader (but not the obtuse detective) by about record 7. I was not surprised to read in “Notes about the Author” that Cartmel has written scripts for the Midsomer Murders TV show, which often features such complex, sometimes inane, plots. The show also is known for the bizarrely violent methods it employs to dispose of its multiple victims – spinning in an industrial-size dryer, a knitting needle in the ear, strangulation by a motorized sliding door – and by the macabre humor that undercuts the tragedy of murder – it’s all just good, clean fun in the merrie olde England countryside. But whereas actor John Nettles plays Inspector Barnaby as if he were still striding the stage with the RSC, though with tongue planted firmly in cheek, the Vinyl Detective often comes across as simply clueless, no pun intended. An insouciant 007-like attitude toward death may have played well in pre-pandemic days, when the book was written, but seems misplaced in the current situation. There is also a Bondian attitude about women characters – invariably beautiful and sexy, with male-attracting attributes such as a great knowledge of wine, fast cars, spy-detection gear, and/or weaponry, and, most important, ready to fall into bed with the putative, crate-diving “hero” – nerdish fantasy alert here!
As noted above, Written in Dead Wax provided many hours of enjoyment; in fact after reading it, I went through it twice more, searching for more of the musical allusions and working out the details of the complex plot line. There are now four more books in the series, with each apparently featuring a different genre of music - rock, folk, WWII-era dance band music on 10” discs and punk rock. Since these are not currently within my current musical focus of interest, I’ll likely take a pass on these volumes. If another story involving “modern jazz” follows, I’ll be on board. For now, there are many more skillfully written and plotted books to read in some of the detective series listed above - and I can always just re-read Chandler’s six masterpieces – “The Big Sleep,” “Farewell, My Lovely,” “The High Window,” “The Lady in the Lake,” “The Little Sister,” and “The Long Goodbye” – something I do every few years anyway. That Cartmel is well-aware of Chandler’s long shadow is signaled on page 41, where “Down these mean crates a man must dig” parodies Chandler’s famous quote from “The Simple Art of Murder”: “Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.” Well-said, Raymond!
Next - The record: THE VINYL DETECTIVE (2019, Vinyl Passion VP 90129)
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Post by dg on Jan 7, 2021 23:03:50 GMT
The record: THE VINYL DETECTIVE (2019, Vinyl Passion VP 90129)
Side A
1. Joe Kraemer – “Theme from the Vinyl Detective” (short version) – written for this record
2. Miles Davis Quintet “I Could Write a Book” (from RELAXIN’, 1958)
3. Charles Mingus – “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat” (MINGUS AH UM, 1959)
4. Lucy Ann Polk - “Time After Time” (LUCKY LUCY ANN, 1957)
5. Mal Waldron – “Warm Canto” (THE QUEST, 1962)
6. Joanie Sommers – “Heart and Soul” (POSITIVELY THE MOST, 1960)
Side B
1. Yusef Lateef- “Love Theme from Spartacus” (EASTERN SOUNDS, 1961)
2. Betty Carter & Ray Bryant – “The Way You Look Tonight” (MEET BETTY CARTER AND RAY BRYANT, 1955)
3. Blossom Dearie – “Thou Swell” (BLOSSOM DEARIE, 1957)
4. Cannonball Adderley & Bill Evans – “Waltz for Debby” (KNOW WHAT I MEAN, 1961)
5. Lucy Ann Polk – “Don’cha Go ‘Way Mad” (LUCKY LUCY ANN, 1957)
6. Joe Kraemer - “Theme from the Vinyl Detective” (full version) – written for this record
The album begins and ends with a short and then extended version of the “Vinyl Detective Theme,” written and played by composer and multi-instrumentalist Joe Kraemer. Kraemer has written the scores for several films, including some of Tom Cruise’s successful action thrillers. The theme begins with an ominous thumping sound of piano, bass and drums playing in rhythmic unison, followed by vibraphone and then a loping sax part reminiscent of the music played at “Mother’s,” the smoky jazz café that featured sultry chanteuse Edie Hart and was frequented by Peter Gunn in that 1958-61 TV series. The extended version that concludes the album has added solos – all by Joe Kraemer himself. He lays down a nice beat on the bass, adds entry-level trumpet and sax solos, and nice turns on vibes and piano. Repetitive percussion becomes a bit annoying at times, but this is otherwise a fine, atmospheric ending to the album. After the introductory piece, we are treated to an interesting program of 10 cuts, chosen by author Cartmel, or, as the liner notes have it, by the “Vinyl Detective” himself.
First up are Miles Davis’ “I Could Write A Book” and Mingus’ “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.” Little need be said about these excellent opening tracks, which can be enjoyed while we appreciate the curator’s good taste in classic jazz.
Next is the first of five female vocal tracks on the album. Two are by little known vocalist Lucy Ann Polk, clearly a favorite of Cartmel, or the Detective, but a fairly typical beat era white thrush. The first is “Time After Time” and the second is “Don’cha Go ‘Way Mad,” a cute tune graced with a very cute performance evoking the 30s-40s dance band era. As on the previous Polk tune, the arrangement is by Marty Paich.
Side 1 ends with a rendition of “Heart and Soul” by pop singer Joanie Summers. Her syrupy voice and sultry style must be acquired tastes, ones that I have not…acquired. I recognize the talent and genius of Betty Carter, but her wonderfully complex style of jazz singing doesn’t much appeal to me and so I won’t comment further on her track except to note that the trio of Ray Bryant, Wendell Marshall and Philly Joe Jones provide excellent support. The weirdly baby-voiced Blossom Dearie turns in one of her idiosyncratic performances on “Thou Swell.” She happens to be a fine piano player and has a knack for perfectly accompanying her own vocals. Save for the Carter track, the other four vocals, with their alternately girlish or sultry presentations are consistent with the kind of male-fantasy female stereotypes that sometimes characterize the writing of the book and seem in line with the Vinyl Detective’s persona. In the book, he calls Rita Mae Pollini (one of the book’s fictional characters) “the greatest jazz singer who ever lived” and cites June Christy, Betty Carter and Lucy Ann Polk as other fine singers who “a lot of people have never heard of.”*
For me, Mal Waldron’s “Warm Canto” is the sleeper track on THE VINYL DETECTIVE album. Previously unfamiliar with it, I marveled at the beauty of the tune and of the gorgeous tones of Eric Dolphy’s clarinet and Ron Carter’s plucked cello. Charlie Persip and Joe Benjamin on bass and drums provide a hypnotic cushion of sound and Waldron a fine solo. This is a wonderful track from an album I have now found on line and purchased; I’m looking forward to listening to the entire album. The VINYL DETECTIVE liner notes mislead in having Booker Ervin on tenor (who appears on the album, but not on “Warm Canto”) and Dolphy on alto in addition to clarinet.
Side 2 begins with the great Yusef Lateef’s version of the pretty “Love Theme From Spartacus.” Barry Harris does a fine job on piano, but Lateef’s oboe is not the most mellifluous of sounds. He gets a decent sound from this most difficult of woodwinds, but his notes sometimes have the strangulated quality characteristic of almost all multi-instrumentalists who attempt to play it. Playing the saxophone generally ruins the embouchure needed for the finicky double reeds.
Anyone who has read my posts on “Listening to Bill Evans in 2020” will already know my opinions of Bill Evans’ saccharine “Waltz for Debby,” the emoting of Tony Bennett, and the ham-fisted lyrics of critic, Down Beat editor and entrepreneur Gene Lees. However, they will also know that the version of “Little Debby” that appears on THE VINYL DETECTIVE, by Cannonball Adderley is my one and only favorite version. Together with Evans’ crystalline gem of a solo and Heath and Kay’s backing, the ebullient Cannonball captures perfectly the exuberance characteristic of the playful “Debby” and creates the perfect mood.
In sum, this is an interesting album to listen to in light of the novel, presenting a sound scape that is one that the Vinyl Detective would likely have enjoyed or even chosen – he, after all, wrote the liner notes. The music contains numerous direct allusions to the book, such as the mention of Lucy Ann Polk and the detective’s interest in film scores. My own taste differs on several tracks and is in agreement on others, but it’s an interesting exercise to hear and consider another collector’s preferences.
An amusing touch, at least upon first hearing, are grooves with a voice repeating “turn it over” and “play it again” at the ends of Side 1 and 2, respectively. The album jacket and record are very well made, with good liner notes and great sound, respectively. Andrew is thanked “for invaluable technical help.” Also thanked are some of the novel’s characters: Nevada, Fanny and Turk, Jordan, Agatha and Stinky. A note on the back cover states that the original recordings were re-mastered but doesn’t say by whom; and that the album was made in The EU, but doesn’t say in which countries. And of course there are messages written in the dead wax.
*To my ear, similar but perhaps better than Lucy Ann Polk is Beverly Kenney, another of those fine singers who “a lot of people have never heard of:” a tragic suicide at 28, she swings, can be cool as a cucumber, perky when necessary, but has the requisite patina of pathos. For Kenney, begin with 1955’s SINGS FOR JOHNNY SMITH (on Roost) and 1958’s SINGS FOR PLAYBOYS (on Decca) and then check out the old black and white video of her visiting and performing at Hugh Hefner’s notorious mansion. Outdoing both Polk and Kenney is the paradigmatic cool white chick June Christy, also not on the VINYL DETECTIVE album, but mentioned in the book. She can also be seen partying at the Playboy mansion, and shines on albums such as 1955’s SOMETHING COOL and 1956’s THE MISTY MISS CHRISTY, both with arrangements by Pete Rugolo, who is the equal of Marty Paich.
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Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2021 12:10:53 GMT
Well informed review, DG, I am sure Andrew Cartmel will appreciate it. The audio-sources are not of course original tapes, like they would let anyone have access, just nicely-mastered by Vinyl Passion, Netherlands, from WAV files ripped from CD. They actually sound better than the test-rips I made from original vinyl.
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Post by dg on Jan 16, 2021 22:02:39 GMT
Beverly Kenney recorded her first professional album when she was 24 years old - BEVERLY KENNEY SINGS FOR JOHNNY SMITH, for Roost, with Smith on guitar, Bob Pancoast, piano, Knobby Totah, bass and Mousie Alexander, drums. She was then hired for a stay at Birdland accompanied by the Lester Young Quartet. She made several more albums but sadly died in 1960 at age 28.
The first song on the album is “The Surrey with the Fringe on Top” which was written for the Broadway musical, OKLAHOMA! It became a popular song and was recorded by many artists. The first “jazz” version seems to have been in 1951by The Three Strings – Ray Crawford on guitar, Eddie Calhoun on bass, and Ahmad Jamal on piano. Jamal had a knack for finding good tunes for improvisation and “Surrey…” remained in his book for years, even appearing on his classic BUT NOT FOR ME: AHMAD JAMAL AT THE PERSHING. Miles Davis was a great admirer of Jamal and adopted not only aspects of his style but many of the tunes Jamal played and/or composed. Davis’ version was on 1956’s STEAMIN’ with Coltrane, Garland, Chambers and Jones. It’s of interest that in 1955, Kenney had appeared in a concert at New York’s Carnegie Hall that also featured Miles Davis, among others.
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Post by dg on Feb 8, 2021 1:04:11 GMT
Apart from the Miles Davis and Charles Mingus tracks, my favorite tune on Andrew Cartmel’s VINYL DETECTIVE album is Mal Waldron’s “Warm Canto.” This unusual track features the B♭clarinet of Eric Dolphy and the pizzicato cello of Ron Carter. The lovely modal piece strikes a meditative mood induced by the melody, Waldron’s thoughtful piano solo and sensitive support from the rhythm section of Joe Benjamin on bass and Charlie Persip, drums. I find some of the flaws in this track, which have been occasionally commented upon, such as Dolphy’s clarinet squeak at around 1’10”, easily overlooked. In fact, I wonder if this “squeak” was intentional, as it seems to add an extra dimension of emotion, a kind of vulnerability, to the proceedings. Carter’s problems with intonation are pretty minimal on this track, at least compared to a few other spots on the album. “Warm Canto” comes from Mal Waldron’s album THE QUEST, originally released on the New Jazz label in 1962, with the music subsequently reissued several times, sometimes under Eric Dolphy’s name. Until listening to the VINYL DETECTIVE album I had been unaware of THE QUEST but have now obtained it and listened to it several times – unfortunately with somewhat mixed feelings. In addition to the aforementioned Dolphy, Carter, Benjamin and Persip, the album also has tenor sax player Booker Ervin, on all tracks except “Warm Canto.” The opening track on THE QUEST, “Status Seeking,” begins with a fractured version of “Frère Jacques” but that notion is put to rest by Dolphy taking off on an inspired alto flight, ably supported by Benjamin’s bass and Persip’s drums, and accompanied by appropriate prodding by Mal’s piano. Ervin follows Eric with a very nice energetic solo, marred only a bit by Booker’s Texas tenor whine and wail I discuss further below. The energy level ratchets down a few notches with a short plucked cello solo by Carter that is not exactly bad but not very good either. Note, however, Waldron’s astute accompaniment to the solo. Mal follows with an interesting solo of his own, sounding not quite like any other pianist of the day. The aptly named “Duquility” skillfully blends a combination of bowed cello work, tandem saxes and carefully chosen piano notes, all of which definitely evoke the sound and feel of Ellington at his best – in short, a “tranquil” lovely tribute to the Duke. “Thirteen” is a strange little tune based on something resembling a 12-tone row, but weirdly ends up sounding like it might be from the soundtrack to an episode of a 50’s era cop show like Jack Webb’s Dragnet - “just the fact ma’am.” It has decent solos by all four – Dolphy, Carter, Ervin and Waldron but is not an especially memorable track – simply put, the “row,” with little sense of forward movement, does not provide a very good basis for improvisation – although Eric and Mal do give it a good try. “We Diddit” is a more straight-ahead jazz tune and features a fine drum solo by Persip. After “Warm Canto,” which opens the second side, the album continues with two more good tracks. “Warp and Woof” lopes along at a cool easy pace and has Mal taking the first solo – another uniquely characteristic one. Eric again bests Booker in the creativity department, lacing his solo with numerous astonishing runs and some humorous quotes from musical history. Booker joins in on Eric’s last chorus and it seems as if the tune might erupt into a Mingus-style jamboree but this is quickly squelched by a return to the melody. “Fire Waltz” has a pretty melody with Eric’s alto leading the dance and Booker’s tenor following. Dolphy doesn’t solo on the tune here but his workout on Waldron’s “Fire Waltz” on ERIC DOLPHY AT THE FIVE SPOT (1961, New Jazz), with Waldron, another Booker – trumpeter Little, that is - Richard Davis and Ed Blackwell, is essential listening. THE QUEST makes clear that Waldron is clearly a fine composer and player. I became aware of his work several decades ago when one of my very first jazz album purchases was Jackie McLean’s wonderful JACKIE MCLEAN QUINTET with Donald Byrd (1957, Jubilee), on which Mal makes major contributions both in his playing and his composition, “Mood Malady.” However, I seem not to have been so impressed as to seek out Mal’s work as leader – perhaps because my main focus at the time was on sax players, and at the piano bench, more aggressive players such as Tyner and the like. It would seem that Waldron’s discography deserves a reevaluation on my part. The tenor sax man Booker Ervin appears on all tracks of THE QUEST save for “Warm Canto.” Ervin stands out as a skillfully energetic player on some of my favorite Charles Mingus albums, from JAZZ PORTRAITS (1959, United Artists) and BLUES AND ROOTS (1960, Atlantic) to MINGUS MINGUS MINGUS MINGUS MINGUS (1964, Impulse). His tenor lends excitement to many classic Mingus pieces, where his “preaching” sets the tracks on fire, but also a poignant beauty to pieces such as “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.” He was clearly a man I had to hear more of and the first album I purchased with the Book as leader was THE TRANCE (1965, Prestige). It is a quartet album, with just piano, bass and drums, and provides a whole lot of space for Ervin’s tenor. Although he displays great technical facility, I found his long solos a bit lacking in the idea department. There is also a quirk in his playing which becomes somewhat distracting with extended listening. Often, he just won’t let go of a note - over and over again he extends the last note of a phrase, often bending it up or down. Combined with his rather acerbic Texas tenor tone, this comes across, to my ear, as a repeated kind of whine or wail throughout his playing – almost as if accompanying himself on his own built-in bagpipe. Although not as prominent on THE QUEST, these features of his style are, for me, a detriment to the overall sound of his work. It’s not easy to keep the fresh ideas flowing on a side-long track like “The Trance.” Also on display on “The Trance” is the Book’s “quirk,” in an especially egregious example because it seems to be built into the very tune itself. The album has excellent support throughout from Jaki Byard, Reggie Workman and Alan Dawson. Eric Dolphy’s playing is on another plane. Here is a surfeit of ideas and exquisite technique, both instrumentally and in musical theory. He sounds like no other musician. I recently had occasion to listen to Oliver Nelson’s STRAIGHT AHEAD (1961, New Jazz), which features Dolphy extensively. Unlike on Nelson’s more famous THE BLUES AND THE ABSTRACT TRUTH (1961, Impulse), STRAIGHT AHEAD has Nelson and Dolphy as the only two horn players and major soloists. On some tracks, both Oliver and Eric play alto saxes and the uniqueness of Dolphy’s approach to an alto solo is on full display, contrasting enormously with Nelson’s playing – in tone, variety of rhythms, and most strikingly, in choice of notes and their relationship to the harmonic structure of the tune. Whereas Nelson’s playing is for the most part impeccable, there is almost no place where his choice of notes might be deemed “surprising” – any of a dozen sax players could have played these solos. Dolphy, on the other hand, seems like a man from another planet – “outward bound,” “out there,” “out to lunch.” I would assert that his notes are never (or rarely) “wrong” but his solos always include notes which are a surprising extension or substitution within the harmonic structure of the tune – sometimes resulting in the transient abrogation of that structure – part of the challenge of many a Dolphy solo, for me, is keeping track of just where he is within the structure. Listen to the contrast between Nelson and Dolphy’s approaches to a sax solo. Where they trade fours is especially fun. Never any doubt about “who’s who.” Also fine work by Richard Wyands, George Duvivier and Roy Haynes. That Dolphy’s unique approach is a deeply personal and ingrained one is clear from some of his albums in highly conventional settings, such as CARIBÉ (1961, New Jazz), his album with the Latin Jazz Quintet. Even within this constrained setting, Dolphy is Dolphy, and a joy to listen to. Despite the uniqueness of his approach he manages to fit within the music of almost any group. My first exposure to Dolphy came at a “Jazz for a Young Audience” session at an International Jazz Festival in the U.S capital city. He was a surprise soloist in an orchestral piece called “Journey into Jazz,” that had been composed and was being led by “Third Stream” guru Gunther Schuller himself. It had a narrative written by author and critic Nat Hentoff that was performed by the pop singer Bobby Darin. When the tall, very thin alto saxophonist in a black suit arose and played his first solo, a hush at first fell over the surprised audience, but was followed by great interest and excitement. Clearly, here was a man with a new approach. It was an unforgettable moment for me and sent me to Ornette Coleman’s FREE JAZZ (Atlantic, 1961), the first album I purchased “with my own money.” On Waldron’s THE QUEST, Dolphy is his inimitable self and, along with Waldron, provides, for me, the most enjoyment from the album. My one quibble with Dolphy’s playing overall is that quite often – but not always – my enjoyment is almost purely intellectual and not emotional. A noteworthy issue of Down Beat magazine (April 12, 1962) from my collection. Feature article and joint interview with the two musicians by Don DeMicheal : “John Coltrane and Eric Dolphy Answer the Jazz Critics.” Beautiful pencil/charcoal portraits by “Roth” on the cover: Also notable throughout Mal Waldron’s THE QUEST are the strong contributions of Joe Benjamin and Charlie Persip, the latter of whom has appeared on a rather stunning array of important albums. Check out his discography. On listening to “Warm Canto,” I was impressed by Ron Carter’s plucked cello, which added a lot to the mood of the piece. But as noted above and in many reviews of THE QUEST, it appeared that Carter was having not a little trouble finding the notes on the cello. I have mixed feelings about this issue and might even favor the generous theory that Carter knew exactly what he was doing, and that his playing was a “jazz player’s” interpretation of what the instrument should sound like, a rebuke to the academy with its emphasis on instrumental technique over creativity. Whatever the reason, I count the fact that it is sometimes a distraction to the music as a relatively minor negative. More important to me were the occasions where the cello solos interrupted the energy flow of the tunes and were simply not well integrated into the overall feel of the tunes, although this can also be said for countless bass solos throughout jazz history. THE QUEST is an album worth listening to – an asset to Waldron’s discography and reputation and raising many points for further study and listening – but, like much in life, is not without a few flaws of its own.
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