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Derek Taylor 2020: We’re Still Here

That’s about the best that can be said for a year that pulled out nearly every stop in a surging sea change to calamity, adversity and tragedy. The number of people lost to a pandemic that now stands steadfast as a monument to the true meaning of American Exceptionalism as the epitome of empathy-eradicating self-interest is enough to negate even the noblest efforts at laughing to keep from crying. Musicians and music persisted though, even in a severely altered performance landscape of shuttered venues and virtual concerts.  And recorded offerings new and archival remained plentiful. 

When so much about the present feels like a sprint backwards, societally, environmentally and across multiple other measures, music reliably endures as a means for finding both meaning and footing in the world. What follows are 20 capsule vignettes describing selections from the sea of albums circulated this year that kept me afloat, followed by 25 more in list form that did the same. Thank you for reading and thanks for sticking with us.

Paul Desmond — The Complete 1975 Toronto Recordings (Mosaic)

Given the magnitude of hardship this year’s wrought on living musicians, it may appear a bit perverse to lead this list with a dead one. Even so, this immersive set’s become an old reliable when it comes to achieving aurally-sourced solace. Desmond, the arch and affluent altoist, leaning into a Canadian club residency with ace sidemen while making good on his gentleman’s agreement with absent Dave Brubeck to abstain from piano accompaniment. The leader’s lady-killer instincts are assiduously evident in the amorously-oriented song choices as his dulcet, tranquilizing tone seduces and delights, night after night.

Chris Dingman — Peace (Inner Arts)

An intensely personal project where abundancy of content arose not out of ambition but rather necessity and is made all the more affecting for it. Dingman designed and played the nearly six hours of solo vibraphone music on this set for his hospice-sequestered father with sole purpose of providing comfort and calm. Reflection after his parent’s passing moved him to release it into the world with the hope that it could do the same for others. Intention accomplished.

 Joe McPhee — Black Is the Color (Corbett vs. Dempsey)

It’s been a distressing year for nearly everyone, but particularly for McPhee, who lost his brother Charlie to illness. Even amidst ongoing emotional tumult, his fecundity felt undiminished. AC/DC on the British OtoROKU label offers another entry with the English organ trio Decoy. Of Things Beyond Thule, Vol. 2 is a smashing CD sequel to its vinyl predecessor with Dave Rempis, Tomeka Reid, Brandon Lopez and Paal Nilssen-Love comprising the super group. A reissue of the seminal She Knows… with Scandinavian power trio The Thing on the Ezz-thetics label and Black is the Color compiling early concert material in surprisingly sharp fidelity from the Corbett vs. Dempsey imprint cover the archival end of things.

 Sonny Rollins — Rollins in Holland (Resonance)

The Saxophone Colossus holding court with Dutch compatriots in 1967. Most conspicuous is daredevil drummer Han Bennink, who even at this early stage straddles swing to European Free Jazz from behind his kit. Rollins shifts between comparatively pithy studio salvos and effusive concert excursions that once again cement his supremacy in the strenuous realm of long form improvisation. Seven decades as a musician makes for a bank vault-sized cache of bootlegs, but this one, refurbished and authorized remains something special.

 Stephen Riley — Friday the 13th (Steeplechase)

Like McPhee, Riley’s a perennial resident of my pantheon. This date realized a long-standing wish to hear him in the company of cornetist Kirk Knuffke backed by the freeing simplicity of bass and drums. Both men have aerated, instantly recognizable tones and pliancy in phrasing that provides practically endless possibilities in tandem. Riley’s also instrumental as featured guest on Pierre Dørge’s Bluu Afroo, a slightly preemptive Ruby Anniversary celebration of guitarist’s multinational New Jungle Orchestra.

 Sam Rivers — Ricochet & Braids (No Business)

The auspicious launch of a Sam Rivers archival series last year was among the Lithuanian No Business label’s greatest achievements. Two more seminal entries came down the pike in 2020: Ricochet featuring Dave Holland and Barry Altschul of particularly fine vintage, and Braids spotlighting another pivotal Rivers ensemble in Hamburg with low brass wizard Joe Daley. There are four more to go, which should target the end of 2022 for the series’ completion.

 James Brandon Lewis — Live at Willisau & Molecular (Intakt)

Lewis is the type of compelling artist tapped for accolades like Down Beat’s Rising Star award, despite having been active as an accomplished improviser for over a decade. Delayed exposure is common collateral to a career path in improvised music though, and the saxophonist hasn’t let slow-to-cotton critics slow him down a bit. A deal inked with the Swiss Intakt imprint has so far yielded Live at Willsau, which finds him in fiery duo with Chad Taylor, and Molecular, a studio venture with an all-star quartet that will hopefully become a working band again in 2021.

 Susan Alcorn — Pedernal (Relative Pitch)

Pedal steel may feel like a nascent voice in improvised music, but in actuality Susan Alcorn and her peers have been plying it as a viable vehicle for some time. While Pedernal is somewhat perplexingly her first album as clear-cut leader, impediments to an earlier debut seem inconsequential given the ample amount of thought and design evident in the end product. Strings wielded by Michael Formanek, Mary Halvorson and Mark Feldman weave with the wide gamut of Alcorn’s aqueous sonorities across intricate pieces further stamped by Ryan Sawyer’s peripatetic drums. The results are at once daring and distinguished.

 John Scofield — Swallow Tales (ECM)

ECM has an enviably accomplished record when it comes to matching the austerity and formality of its sound design to artists’ objectives. Case in point this stark, but not standoffish trio set that’s as much (electric) bassist Steve Swallow’s offspring as it is Scofield’s. Drummer Stewart is the third point in the triangle, but he sagely defers to his elders, leaving them to a dance of differently gauged strings that expertly balances motion and space.

 Corbett vs. Dempsey

John Corbett is emblematic of that rare breed of music monomaniac who balances obsessiveness with altruistic generosity. He’s personally responsible for bringing dozens of rare and classic recordings back into circulation, first through the fondly remembered Unheard Music Series and more recently via the CvD concern. This year, another stack was added to that sum with Milford Graves & Don Pullen’s The Complete Yale Concert 1966 (including the rarified Nommo), Alexander von Schlippenbach’s Three Nails Left, Tetterettet by the ICP Tentet, Peter Kowald’s self-titled FMP debut as a leader and the madcap New Acoustic Swing Duo from Willem Breuker and Han Bennink as standouts.

 Whit Boyd Combo — Party Girls & Dracula (the Dirty Old Man) (Modern Harmonic)

Vintage skin flick soundtracks have rarely if ever received an even-handed shake in terms of relative artistic merits. Tarred with the same smut brush as the visuals they were constructed to accompany, they’re routinely viewed as just as disposable. The Whit Boyd Combo doesn’t exactly dispel this dictum, but it does lay down some funky and at times refreshingly fractious freewheeling horns over organ, bass, and drums driven beats on this late-60s session tape excavated by the folks at Modern Harmonic. The companion Dracula (the Dirty Old Man) isn’t quite on par, but it’s still a solid vessel for competently crafted fossilized grooves.  

 Robbie Basho — Songs of the Avatars (Tompkins Square)

Real Gone Music whet the appetite earlier this year with the release of Songs of the Great Mystery, a “lost session” from Basho’s tenure at the Vanguard label. Songs of the Avatars ups the ante substantially by granting outsider access to a six-hour survey of the dearly departed fingerstyle guitarist’s personal tape trove. The aural riches are ample and include Basho exploring familiar proclivities (Indian, Native American and Japanese interpolations) alongside unexpected new ones (ballet and cantata) with passion and conviction to burn along the way.

 Jimi Hendrix — Live in Maui (Experience Hendrix)

Posthumous Hendrix is a seemingly inexhaustible resource as each year repackaged and repurposed treasures are released into the marketplace. Fortunately, familial heirs are the ones doing the sowing and this lavish set documenting musical and extra-musical particulars of the icon’s reluctant conscription into cosmic hippie scam does right by him. Given the windswept conditions near the Haleakala Crater it’s a minor miracle that he, Billy Cox and Mitch Mitchell mesh as well as they do, and while the footage included can be frustrating in its fragmentary presentation, it’s still a thrill to see and hear them jamming in amiable and ebullient form.

 Joe Maneri, Udi Hrant & Friends — The Cleopatra Record (Canary)

Details on this one could easily serve as grist for a credible short film screenplay with perhaps Jim Jarmusch directing. Brooklyn, 1963: A group of marginalized ethnic musicians relegated to playing wedding gigs gets conscripted for an afternoon recording session. The cheaply packaged and provincially distributed results are destined for the anonymity of dime store cut out bins. Except that the band includes two geniuses: Joe Maneri, who would go on to become a master microtonal improviser/composer and Udi Hrant Kenkulian, one of most revered modern doyens of the Turkish oud. Available over at Bandcamp for a pittance.

 Ayalew Mesfin — Good Aderegechegn, Che Belew and Tewedije Limut (Now Again)

Adding up Buda Musique’s 30-volume Ethiopiques series and a host of other more modest enterprises, it’s obvious that there’s never been more access to vintage Ethiopian music than now. This trilogy of discs from the Now Again label covering vocalist/keyboardist/bandleader Ayalew Mesfin’s catalog restores one of the last untapped reservoirs to circulation. Tight horns, choppy, fuzz and wah-wah drenched guitars and chugging bass fuel dance floor burners while Mesfin’s pipes work memorable magic on a string of melancholic, melismatic ballads.

 Kent & Modern Records Blues into the 60s, Vol. 1 & 2 (Ace)

Ace’s appellation as a music label of enviable reach and import has never been an erroneous assignation. This pair of compilations investigates the urban, but far from urbane, blues scene surrounding Los Angeles as documented by the Kent label in the 1960s. Comparatively longer-in-tooth legends like T-Bone Walker and Big Jay McNeely jockey with younger, fame hungry artists like Larry Davis and Little Joe Blue in negotiating a West Coast argot that’s heavy on electricity channeled through guitars and organs. McNeely’s ripping “Blues in G Minor” is one of several snarling sonic wolves in non-descript sheep’s titling.

 V/A — A Stranger I May Be: Savoy Gospel 1954-1986 (Honest Jons)

This astutely-sequenced set stands out in the particularly plentiful playing field of this year’s gospel reissues. The mighty Savoy label started out as a jazz venture before branching out into other African American musical idioms. The compilers at Honest Jons parse the program chronologically across three-discs and leave the heavy-lifting of context and artists biography to a lengthy essay. Choirs, ensembles, bands, and moonlighting R&B singers all make appearances directing their talents to devotional and invocational celebrations of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

 Sun Ra

One of the highlight roundtables at Dusted this year was a Listening Post ruminating on the Sun Ra Arkesta with and sans Ra on the occasion of the band’s new release Swirling. I got to play the (hopefully uncharacteristic) part of curmudgeon in those exchanges principally because while I respect the ensemble’s longevity absent their lodestar leader, there’s still an explicit void extant that tends to eclipse my actual interest. The Ra reissue docket for 2020, which included excellent editions of Celestial Love and A Fireside Chat with Lucifer from Modern Harmonic, When Angels Speak of Love on Cosmic Myth, Heliocentric Worlds, Vols. 1 and 2 from Ezz-thetics, and Strut’s Egypt 1971, which collects Dark Myth Equation Visitation, Nidhamu and Horizon alongside a bevy of contemporaneous unreleased recordings, only bolstered the bias. 

 Fresh Sound Records

Still the standard for thoughtfully and lavishly curated jazz reissues, Barcelona-based Fresh Sound kept commensurately prolific pace throughout the year. Gary Peacock - The Beginnings surveys the recently deceased bassist’s early work as a versatile California-stationed sideman. Remembering does similar service to rare concert recordings by Belgian guitarist Rene Thomas while The Complete 1961 Milano Sessions offers truth in advertising by compiling woodwind savant Buddy Collette’s sojourn on Italian shores with (mostly) indigenous sidemen.

 V/A — Sumer is Icumenin (Grapefruit)

An overdue sequel to Dust on the Nettles (2015), which apparently commands on princely sums on Discogs these days, this set encompasses 4+ hours of cherry-picked vintage British freak folk. Second helpings from stalwarts of the style such as Comus, Steeleye Span and Fairport Convention join Albion offerings from obscurants like Vulcan’s Hammer, Mr. Fox and Oberon in celebrating the weird crossroads of ancient Britannic and 1960s counterculture influences. The cant is more to The Wicker Man side of the spectrum with Magnet’s bucolic canticle “Corn Rigs” the ringer in that regard.

Twenty-five more in mostly stochastic order:

Aruán Ortiz - Inside Rhythmic Falls (Intakt)

Brandon Seabrook/Cooper-Moore/Gerald Cleaver — Exultations (Astral Spirits)

Cecil Taylor & Tony Oxley — Birdland, Neuberg 2011 (Fundacja Sluchaj)

Horace Tapscott w/ the Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra — Ancestral Echoes: The Covina Sessions, 1976 (Dark Tree)

Damon Smith — Whatever is Not Stone is Light (Balance Point Acoustics)

Frank Lowe & Rashied Ali — Duo Exchange: Complete Sessions (Survival)

Dudu Pukwana — and the “Spears” (Matsuli Music)

Mary Halvorson’s Code Girl — Artlessly Falling (Firehouse 12)

Burton Greene — Peace Beyond Conflict (Birdwatcher)

Albert Ayler — Trio 1964: Prophecy Revisited (Ezz-thetics)

JD Allen — Toys/Die Dreaming (Savant)

Charles Mingus — At Bremen 1964 and 1975 (Sunnyside)

The Warriors of the Wonderful Sound — Soundpath (Clean Feed)

Kidd Jordan/Joel Futterman/Alvin Fielder — Spirits (Silkheart)

Roland Haynes — 2nd Wave (Black Jazz)

Quin Kirchner — The Shadows and the Light (Astral Spirits)

Thelonious Monk — Palo Alto (Universal/Impulse)

Black Unity Trio — Al-Fatihah (Salaam Records/Gotta Groove)

Gary Smulyan — Our Contrafacts (Steeplechase)

Joni Mitchell — Archives Vol. 1: The Early Years (1963-1967 (Rhino)

Elder Charles Beck — Your Man of Faith (Gospel Friend)

Sarhabil Ahmed — King of Sudanese Jazz (Habibi Funk)

V/A – The Right to Rock: The Mexicano and Chicano Rock ‘n’ Roll Rebellion 1955-1963, Episodio Uno (Bear Family)

V/A – Hillbillies in Hell: Country Music’s Tormented Testament (1952-1974) ~ Revelations (The Omni Recording Corporation)

V/A — The Harry Smith B-Sides (Dust to Digital)

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02.25.18  Sadly tonight was the final night at John Zorn's club The Stone on Avenue C. It ended with a killer improv night featuring Ches Smith, Simon Hanes, Will Greene, Kenny Wollesen, Jeremiah Cymerman, Maria Grand, Taylor Levine, Miles Okazaki,Sam Kulik, Chris Dingman and Aaron Edgcomb, and of course Zorn himself. I feel emotional about the closing of this space, where I have spent countless hours hearing amazing music, as well as playing and curating there myself. The Stone will now operate from The New School Glass Box Theater with concerts Tuesday through Saturday nights at 8:30 PM.

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Chris Dingman – Journeys Vol. 1 (Inner Arts Initiative)

Solo album statements often invite inventories of precedence in their appraisal. In the instance of the vibraphone the available index is a comparatively modest number. Album-length offerings by Walt Dickerson, Bobby Naughton, Jay Hoggard are part of the canon. Vibraphonist Chris Dingman already achieved a remarkable record prior to the release of this collection of solo compositions. In 2018, Dingman embarked on a highly personal project playing and recording solo music as an aural paregoric for his ailing father prior to his passing. Three-years later, he self-released the music as a five-disc set under the signifier Peace in the hopes that it could provide similarly ameliorative and calming effects on a broad swathe of listeners. Journeys Vol. 1 carries deep corollaries to that earlier venture, but it’s also a different construct and compound.

A graduate of Wesleyan, student of Anthony Braxton, and active leader, collaborator, and educator for the last two decades, Dingman’s pedigree is that of a creative composer and improvisor. His decision to devote attention to solo expression grew out of his experience with his father but gained even greater momentum with the pandemic. In the fall of 2020, he started releasing one new solo piece per week for subscribers to his Bandcamp page. That catalog now tallies to over forty entries and this project aligns keenly with those efforts. Intimate but not insular, his luminous expressions feel enveloping and involving without ever becoming invasive or effacing. Emphasis stays on the exploration of structures and the relationships between them. The easy analogy is that of people and the importance of interpersonal relations. Each of us going about our business, but hopefully retaining and responding to an elemental awareness of our inherent connectivity and communality.

Dingman divides the program into five discrete pieces. “Silently Beneath the Waves” is the first and longest, stretching to a quarter-hour of delicately malleted and manipulated tone clusters. Ethereal melodies coalesce and acquiesce, and a penumbra of mellifluousness persists throughout. Separate tones and patterns are readily discernable, but there’s an emotional gestalt at work as well, particularly in the closing minutes when Dingman works his pedals to apply a shimmering aura of gently whirring sustain. “Light Your Way,” “Hope-Rebirth,” and “The Long Road” each echo their titles. The first alights on globular progressions that float and eddy like firefly lanterns. A loose cyclical rhythm develops along with an underlying, undulating drone. The other pieces follow contrasting trajectories and sequences, but to similar cumulative effect. The tone poem “Refracted Light” serves as coda inviting the promise of a second volume.

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Chris Dingman – Peace (Inner Arts Initiative)

What music will accompany you when you die and will you have a choice as to its identity? Chris Dingman’s father had those mortality fraught questions conclusively answered by his son in an inclusive and compassionate manner likely to elicit emotion from even the most empathy-eroded soul. Peace presents the collected results of Dingman’s concerted efforts to bring comfort and solace to his father’s final months in home hospice care after external music sources proved frustratingly inadequate. Five-and-half hours of solo vibraphone improvisations spread over five discs paint a soothing and immersive tapestry in aural watercolors and pastels that explore the instrument’s intricacies while sustaining an uninterrupted accessibility.

Approaching music as personal and intimate as this from anything resembling a conventional critical stance seems obtuse, not to mention ineffectual. Dingman debated even releasing it at all, and there’s an unavoidable voyeuristic element to the experience given the heavyhearted circumstances of its creation. The loss of a loved one, particularly a parent, presents a persistent existential pall that’s on par with life’s greatest tribulations. But where the music gains power and poignancy is in the abundant effects it had upon its original recipient and by proxy, its creator, effects that Dingman eventually recognized could be expanded and shared.

Solo vibraphone music isn’t a new idiom, but entire albums, let alone box sets, are still rare finds. Walt Dickerson recorded one in 1977 and another in trio setting two years earlier that shares the title of Dingman’s collection. Dickerson’s approaches were different, incorporating dissonances, displacements and high velocity clusters, but there are strong parallels in terms of intent that manifest in the devotionally-directed titles he chose. Dingman goes a similar route, designating each disc with brief poetic summaries that describe the general restorative and centering effects endeavored by the music. Tracks run an expansive gamut from six-minutes to three-quarters of an hour in duration.

Dingman’s father, an avid lover of opera, jazz and classical, offered the first affidavits of efficacy, sharing with his son that the music “has transformed me over and over again. It has made me stronger, made me want to live life again.” Eventually, the recordings became the welcome sole soundtrack to his days and he passed away peacefully when one of the pieces, “Sky,” was playing. Dingman and his family grieved, but the desire to share the music grew, particularly once the pandemic became an indelible part of everyday life. With all the horror and strife that perpetuates around the globe the time for affirmational and aspirational sounds such as these feels especially right.

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Chris Dingman – Embrace (Inner Arts Initiative)

Chord structures can be simultaneously an advantage and a constraint. As with horn-led groups, those featuring vibraphone as lead voice were comparatively slow to abandon the presence of chordal instruments like piano and guitar. The reasons behind recurring reluctance are evident in the challenges that can arise from the absence of a consistent harmonic anchor in improvised music. Without said markers and cues the experience can feel akin to playing without a safety net. Chris Dingman sounds as if he’s pondered this subjective conundrum both intimately and extensively. Embrace tackles the situation head-on and contains a telling key to a liberating solution in its title.

Bassist Linda May Han Oh and drummer Tim Keiper shift from foreground to accompanist roles with poise and ease. That degree of unerring and responsive support allows Dingman ample freedom in the voicing of his lines. It also helps that his compositions, nine in number, are geared toward the pursuit of lush intersections between melody and rhythm, several also incorporating West African elements. Each piece stands apart, but also fits spotlessly into an overarching edifice that feels very much like a unifying album. Titles reference spiritual themes and distillations that accentuate the combination of questing and calming impulses.

Dingman uses four mallets for a beautifully striated deployment of textured patterns. “The Opening + Mudita” finds him pouring on pedal sustain to create a heightened luminosity, which circles a brief bass interlude by Oh in an iridescent penumbra. Keiper keeps an underlying momentum with cleanly circular stick syncopations. A healthy backbeat also powers the scintillating “Goddess,” a ripe, revolving ostinato from Oh serving as contrastive ballast to Dingman’s gentle airborne bursts and clusters. The collective sounds are so euphonic that a body’s responses to the accumulating groove end up feeling almost autonomic.

Brushes and an amiable bass throb drive the droll humor of “Hijinks and Wizardry,” deferring to an extended improvisation from Oh that’s equal parts girth and dexterity. Dingman once again populates the background with radiant mallet-generated spheres that approximate a drifting arc of aural soap bubbles. “Folly of Progress” convenes the trio for a final extended excursion ferried on another replicating elastic groove and comely cloudbursts from the leader’s corner. As before, freedom of expression comes from the embrace of a collectivist concord independent of chordal constraints.

Derek Taylor

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