Ja, schauen Sie nur. Wer mit Schallplatten und seltsam grosser Liebe zur Musik aufgewachsen ist, kennt diese enge Verbindung, welche zwischen Hörern, Klängen, und Plattencovern entstehen kann. Ganze Abhandlungen, Promotionsarbeiten, Bücher sind geschrieben worden, um etwa die Coverart und einzelner Labels zu ergründen (Blue Note, ECM) – nicht zu selten habe ich nachts im Radio von diesen Covern erzählt, oder Künstler erzählen lassen, wenn mich ein Cover ganz und gar gefangen genommen hat, sich der Musik ebenbürtig erwies, zumindest als perfekt gestaltete Eintrittskarte!

„Provenance“ von Björn Meyer fällt mir just ein. Und sowieso Wade Carters „Overpass“, das Bild für Marc Johnsons wundervolles Solobassalbum – und diesen Blog (permission granted, thank you so much, Mark!). Oder, wenn ich an britische Cover denke und das perfekte „coffeetable book“, das Richard Williams soeben auf seinem Blog „TheBlueMoment“ vorstellte, an Julie Tippetts‘ „Sunset Glow“. An John Surmans „Westering Home“. An die erste Azimuth-LP (s. ARCHIVE).

Alle die freien und geleiteten Assoziationen entführen in tiefe Schächte, unerhörte Räume, ureigene Paradiese, Areale, die man gerne mit Seelenverwandten teilt. Für Richard ist das oben abgebildete, ganz schön seltsame, Cover so ein Glanzstück, und kann solches überhaupt nur werden, wenn die Musik den Zauber erfüllt, den das Cover suggeriert. Übrigens ein von Robert Wyatt über alle Massen geliebtes Album – ich zitiere Richard: „Labyrinth“ findet eine andere und sehr unterhaltsame Art, die Geschichte zu erzählen, indem es das Artwork und die Informationen, die in den 12 x 12-Albumhüllen enthalten sind, aus der Zeit der hilfreichen Cover-Notizen nutzt. Und wenn ich die Wahl zwischen all diesen Alben hätte, aber nur eines behalten dürfte? Wahrscheinlich wäre es Very Urgent von den Blue Notes, ihre erste Aufnahme nach der Landung in Großbritannien aus Südafrika. Produziert von Joe Boyd bei Sound Techniques und unter dem Namen von Chris McGregor auf Polydor veröffentlicht, ist es heute noch genauso berauschend wie 1968, und sein langfristiger Einfluss ist immer noch zu spüren, sogar in der Arbeit junger Musiker, die damals noch nicht geboren waren.

„Es ist wunderschön anzusehen, die Hauptrolle spielt eine Villa mit 4.000 Zimmern an einem wunderschönen Küstenabschnitt der USA, und es ist voll von verschwenderischem Lebensstil, der durch den Reichtum der fünften Generation finanziert wird. Es gibt Kaschmirstrümpfe in unpraktischen Farben, eine noch schönere Küste, einen Mord, für den fast jeder in der Umgebung ein Motiv hatte – und habe ich schon die schöne Küste erwähnt? Wir können nur in der Gegenwart von Nicole Kidmans neuestem Fahrzeug sein. Diesmal heißt es The Perfect Couple, aber Sie können es sich als Big Little Lies vorstellen, das von Monterey, Kalifornien, nach Nantucket, Massachusetts, verlegt wurde. Oder als The Undoing mit Handlung. Oder wie Nine Perfect Strangers, aber nicht so verrückt. Wie jeder luxuriöse Krimi dieser Tage ist auch dieser Film ein Teil von The White Lotus – in dem Kidman nicht mitspielte, aber wer kann sich schon daran erinnern?“

Dies ist der Anfang von Lucy Mangans Besprechung der brandneuen Netflix Mini-Serie „The Perfect Couple“ (sechs Folgen, im Deutschen umbenannt in „Ein neuer Sommer“). Wer alles lesen möchte – bittesehr! Ich empfehle es für hinterher.

Anfangs ergeht es vielen sicher so, dass man geneigt ist, angesichts all der überkandidelten Protagonisten auszuschalten, aber es dauert nicht lange, dann werden die Risse und Brüche in diesem Jahrmarkt der Eitelkeiten sichtbar, und die Story und ihre Dreidimensionalität nehmen Fahrt auf.

Es wird spannend. Und das, obwohl zum neuen Mainstream gewordene Muster dieser Art von Storytelling unüberschaubar sind, wie etwa das kommentierende „Theater der Zeugenbefragung“. Macht aber nichts, wenn alles so furios und gekonnt in Szene gesetzt wird. Die beiden Detectives sind allein schon ziemlich klasse.

Zur guten Schauspielerei zählen oft die Sekunden und Sekundenbruchteile Schweigen , um die Aussagen des jeweiligen Gegenübers sacken zu lassen. Dazu gibt es hier jede Menge Anschauungsunterricht. Die von Lucy Mangan angeführten Serien sind durchweg sehenswert, mit Abstrichen auch „The Undoing“. (m.e.)

Det var en øyeåpner den gangen,
for det er absolutt ikke slik
at favorittmusikerne dine alltid
alltid matcher din egen smak,
når de skryter av favorittplatene sine.

I Amsterdam Record Shop rett overfor
overfor Dortmund sentralstasjon,
så jeg en gang dobbeltalbumet
«Get Up With It» av Miles Davis,
og tok den straks fordi den var helt ny.

(Jeg kjøpte også, rykende fersk og helt ny, Keith Jarretts
helt ny, Keith Jarretts «Köln Concert», en
rush. Ikke så mange år senere
Werner Panke snakket om en annen type rus,
Eller kalte han det et «rusmiddel». Det var
«Sun Bear Concerts», Keith i Japan, solo,
10 plater. Jeg bestilte dem fra «jazz by post»,
Jeg ser meg selv for meg i dag, da pakkebudet leverte,
løpende ovenpå med esken. Det var en
RAUSCH. Men hallo 🙂

Tilbake til «Get Up With It».
Hjemme hørte jeg på de fire sidene i ett strekk,
og ble begeistret, spesielt av den
lange, merkelig annerledes klingende «He Loved Him Madly».
Noen uker senere leste jeg i det franske
«Jazz Magazine» en anmeldelse av en franskmann
som ville bygge en bro
mellom den elektriske Miles, og
de lytterne som sørger over Miles‘ gamle musikk.
Miles‘ gamle musikk.

Så han skrev: «Folkens, vær så snill å lytte til
«Mayisha» og ‘He Loved Him Madly’.
«He Loved Him Madly», kanskje dere liker den også.
som E.S.P. og alle platene til den andre
av den andre Miles Davis-kvintetten.
Godt forsøk.

Det gikk noen år, så roste Brian Eno
Brian Eno hyllet denne hyllesten til The Duke,
som en blåkopi og lydideal for «On Land».
Jeg spurte ham om det en gang, og han sa
at han elsket det, sammen med alt annet, som congas
eller bongotrommene, eller hva nå trommedelene var,
hørtes ut så utrolig langt unna, 200 meter bak scenen.
bak scenen, som fra horisonten.

Jeg skulle gjerne hørt surroundversjonene av
HE LOVED HIM MADLY og ON LAND!!!!
On Land er tilgjengelig fra apple som surround hodetelefoner,
Jeg synes ikke det er på langt nær like spennende som
Som en ekte quad eller 5:1 miks.

Jeg elsker forresten også de to siste innspillingene
av Electric Miles. AGHARTA og PANGAEA.
Folk liker å kritisere dem for ikke å være gode
lydopptak, enten det er fra plate eller CD.
Men når man lytter til disse to dobbeltalbumene
fascinasjonen av lydene
alltid hatt overtaket
over det analytiske øret.

When Devin Hoff’s fretless bass enters, it does so like a layer of molasses; rich, sticky and sweet. Hoff’s contributions are an essential component of the record, calling to mind the vital role that bass plays in the music of Holter forebearers like Kate Bush or Joni Mitchell.  (…) Perhaps the greatest feat of Something in the Room She Moves is that, while there are plenty of organic instruments all over these recordings, it’s the synthesizer playing and sound design that lend the record its characteristic lived-in, sinewy and roving lifeforce. this is what Tom Piekaraki writes. And now our fleeting notes. On side B.

Spinning 

Olaf: A steady beat is the ground from which strange textures blossom – moog, bass, voices, noises, delays, only a few wind instruments for a change. Everything disintegrates towards the end, the textures wither away, the the song tumbles and falls apart. (I repeat myself but I really like what the bass player does, very melodic and sensitive playing.)

Michael: So here we are, at the beginning of side B. The perfect place to let the rhythm in… and, yes, while it nearly all dissoves into air at the very end, another kind of voice takes the lead: calm clear, focussed. The calmness after the dance. The track grabs me more and more. This album seems to be the classic grower.

Ocean

Michael: The ambient piece, the oceanic piece. Julia is smart: instead of delivering a purely peaceful landscape, she let‘s the uncanny in sideways, after a while. You never know, oceanwise… it ends on a tranquil note though.

Olaf: Nothing to add. „Ocean“ is another proof of Julia Holter‘s versatility; unique music, that fits perfectly at this moment. And it wouldn‘t feel out of place on any state of the art ambient album.  This snapshot of the ocean was made in the evening, which brings us to the next song.

Evening Mood

Olaf: A counterpart to „These Morning“. Being tired after a long day, its events appear like a mild vortex on the threshold of sleep. The voice binds the musial elements of this vortex into a song. Again: lovely singing, beautiful bass playing – and a dash of Harmonia towards the end.

Michael: Really, Harmonia? Have to listen again with your ears. The calmness, and zhe apparitions of the day receding… but after initial moments of letting loose and introspection , a lingering irresisitibe melody blows new life into the singer‘s voice and leads us through the evening‘s offerings between the wistful and the dreamlike. All in perfect union with heightened awareness.

Talking To The Whisper

Michael: Maybe the most complex song… you never know where the journey of a single track goes, except sideways, most of the time: in the second half Chris Speed‘s saxophone conjures a dark fantasialand full of wonder, a sense of danger follows, then: boiling point.

Olaf: It really is a complex song, constantly on the verge of ending, laying false trails. At the same time I find it one of the most emotionally engaging songs on this album. There is this middle section that totally gets me: „Let me light, let me throw light/ On your path, little one / Leave me time to stop and say / Love can be / Shattering“.  

Who Brings Me

Olaf: A lullabye to close the album. Major themes reoccur: sleep („As I fall asleep“) water, sound („And the eyes of the water tide / Scanning blind with just the sound to guide“), love („You, my love waking up my every day“). Sparse instrumentation, the string instrument and the overall atmsophere remind me of the Velvet Underground – gorgeous and uncanny.

Michael: This song has to happen at the end. Things calm down. But not like all is good and pancakes. Unsettling dream images pop up… („Fading gusts of luck change my breath“) … and I ask myself: what has that all been about (ready for a second, for sure, deeper journey)… There‘s an interesting balance on this whole album between, well, apparitions from nowhere (dream life), clear structures (for a while), and things / sounds falling apart.

„The film has a few more delicious stories like that one, but also lots of theorizing and philosophizing. Eno, after all, may be popular music’s foremost theoretician. Hustwit’s movie may be interested less in what Eno did than in what Eno thinks – but when “what Eno thinks” encompasses everything from the connection between frogs’ eyeballs and repetitive music to his determination to “rethink surrenderas an active verb” to his love for the Silhouettes’ doo-wop classic “Get a Job,” it’s fun to spend 90 minutes rummaging around in Eno’s brain.“ (Steve Pond)

Four years ago our summer-long trip to the United States was cancelled by higher forces — which is probably the key reason I started being seriously interested in – and have been buying – different Californian wines for the past two years. Now I go to supermarkets here in the American West, and there are so many fascinating wines on the shelves! I’d like to taste them all, but there are just too many! Most of them I have never seen in Europe.

Before I arrived in Phoenix, Arizona, a couple of weeks ago, two different people (musicians) independently of each other suggested I try to arrange to meet two Oregon musicians — David Rothenberg said I have to meet bass player Glen Moore in the far south of Arizona (in the small village Arivaca, a mere handful of miles from the Mexican border, see images above), and Brian Whistler pitched the idea of visiting Paul McCandless who lives less than 20 minutes away from him in Sonoma County, north of San Francisco. Having spend several hours with Ralph Towner last year in Berlin, I felt this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet all (surviving) original members of the band Oregon within one year and talk to all of them about their early (and also their later) years. I don’t know that anyone has done that… Ralph and Glen, friends since 1959, have not talked with each other since Glen left the band in 2014. 

On top of all this, after Steve Tibbetts has suggested to me several times that I have to meet and talk to Hans Wendl, one of the earliest people that worked for ECM (from when he was just 16 years old, in 1969, until 1985), I drove from the Mexican border to Californian wine region Sonoma via Bishop, CA, where Hans has moved a few years ago — after having lived in Berkeley since his departure from ECM. We sat down in his backyard and he shared all kinds of amazing insights, until three in the morning — among other things that he was driving the band on Oregon’s first European tour in 1974 — and obviously, everyone was quite moved by remembering those early years. Glen even brought me a recent recording of Oregon’s 1974 concert in Bremen, a tape they had kept in the vault for almost 50 years, recorded in the Sendesaal, where I just filmed and took photos of two very ECM recordings. According to Glen, this is the band at their best, and like everyone else he spoke about those years with Collin Walcott only with the nicest words. (Photos of Inyo Mountains, where Hans Wendl lives, and from a hike at the Sonoma coast with Brian Whistler, below.)

As chance would have it, I found a bunch of old Oregon records in a Phoenix record store — in amazing shape and for the best prices, so I just had to buy several of them. I asked three different Manafonistas for their suggestions, and Michael, Brian and Hans-Dieter each named their favorites — each named pretty much the same records, only in different order. Brian and Hans-Dieter also provided me with long and detailed comments sharing their deep appreciation of the whole Oregon discography, and Brian on top played me music from the whole McCandless catalogue throughout the day, to prepare me for my meeting with Paul in Healdsburg. On the way there we drive through a beautiful wine region (wine that I later also was offered by my friends in Berkeley), and in general I learned a lot about Brian’s 70 years in California and the Sonoma region in particular. (Tom Waits also has been living in the next town — in the other direction, though — and it’s apparently not that unusual to see him around there.)

Paul McCandless, whom Brian and I went to see together, as Brian has known his and Oregon’s music since their earliest albums, also was in a talkative mood; even though, due to his health, he talks in a rather low voice and somewhat slower that powerhouse octogenarian Glen Moore. On Paul’s CD shelf I spotted lots of interesting music, The Surgeon Of The Nightsky Restores Dead Things By The Power Of Sound, among others, which I believed to be the one Jon Hassell album I never heard (not being aware of the collaboration album with Bluescreen, Dressing For Pleasure), and when I mentioned this, Paul just gave me the CD. Funny to now have a rare Jon Hassell album as a souvenir from a visit to Paul McCandless‘ living room.

As the final stop (so far) on my interview tour across the West, I then went to see Lee Townsend – in his psychology practice in Berkeley. Having studied psychology in his early years, Lee not only went back to this profession after 30 years in the music industry (while still producing a couple of albums each year, Bill Frisell’s mostly), but also shared a lot of knowledgeable insight into his formative years working for ECM during a significant part of the 1980s.  It will take a bit of time, but I will be honored to share those interviews with all of you once they have been edited properly.  

(The final photo is from Big Sur, inspiration for Charles Lloyd’s Notes from Big Sur, and Bill Frisell’s Big Sur.)