Saturday

...sunny murray,a mainstay in th'freejazz world,top player back in th'day'n still layin into th'traps,explodin th'heavens,firin into th'unknown with mind meltin hammers o' noise,re-imaginin th'eternal NOWness before its began...in th'mid 60s th'NYC avant garde jazzers were throwin out joints on impossibly small labels in even smaller amounts(ESP-Disk by comparison was a major league contender)to be checked'n treasured by cats on th'block'n in th'know,cats who know th'score,freein their mind from th'daily grind o' keepin one step ahead from goin under...this first effort from sunny was taped in NYC for th'jihad label who were based out in new jersey in th'late days o' 1965'n featured his colleage in chaos,albert ayler,trumpet maniac don cherry'n leroi jones reads a poem on th'last track...glidin',crashin,swoopin, in'n out o' th'cosmos,defyin th'standard normality's o'temporal rigidity,weavin th'untried patterns o' some lost-planet beatnik bop into shards o' white light bullets o' revolutionary beauty...givin new hope,a stronger fortitude is built on old ills,troubles that cannot be swept totally aside,th'new jazz was hated by th'critics(downbeat was extremely hostile to th'free jazz movement,paranoid o' its intent they just plain ran scared,took every opportunity to denigrate it)ignored by th'suburban jazzers fans,who got as far out as brubeck,'n as far as college dates went-nuthin happ'nin there...gettin paid in th'avant jazz world o' NYC was another major non event,clubs didn't like to hire these far out cats cos they wouldn't stick to four minute toons,wouldn't cooperate by doin 3-4 sets anight(a lotta clubs had drink minimums back in th'day where th'payin customer hadda order two/three drinks per set so therefore more sets/more drinks/more bread in th'owners pocket),they wanted to do just th'one set'n let it flow,maybe for as long as it takes,even longer,who knows th'eternal length o' intangibility...sunny worked as a bouncer at clubs to supplement th'meager bread he could scrape up jazzin th'skins,which tho it sapped his energy gave him th'impetus to 'kick out th'jams',to work it on out'n get in th'groove as this extremely heavy'n cool joint ably shows,its different every time its spun,it never wears out,its fresh'n funky,OUT THERE FOREVER'n a day...

9 Comments:

Blogger kevinass said...

wow cool, tanks a lot, didnt' even know this existed! Do you have any idea whatever happened to albert's bro donald? he played some wicket trumpet on witches/devils...

3:39 PM  
Blogger kevinass said...

shit...listening to this now, i wonders if'n it aint d.cherry on witches...too lazy to check. This is so great, i really thanks you. Sometimes albert sounds so fuckin primal...sigh

3:49 PM  
Blogger spacedsaviour said...

donald had a flip out in th'late 60s which he never really returned from and passed away late last year...he did a coupla recordin's sometime around 1980 and thats about it,very sad th'way th'avant jazzers were treated back in th'60s...

4:24 PM  
Blogger kevinass said...

do you like his later stuff? does you have it fer upload,(if you likes it)

10:39 AM  
Blogger spacedsaviour said...

there should be somethin' to hand,check back in a while,looks like a bit o' a free jazz blowout comin' on...

11:37 AM  
Blogger kevinass said...

yay.....i mean tanks

10:13 PM  
Blogger kevinass said...

hi....sorry to be so obsessive, but YOU're the one who got me into sunny...does you have big chief? i cannot find it anywhere! tanka you in advance

4:16 PM  
Blogger spacedsaviour said...

looks like you gotta bit o' a jones goin'there my friend...try these linx to stave off th'cold turkey:
http://inconstantsol.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunny-murray-self-titled-1968-shandar.html

http://huppeshyalites.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunny-murray-factor.html

4:04 PM  
Blogger kevinass said...

you're da man as we useda say in viet nam....

12:09 AM  

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