I’m no great fan of jazz flute, and Herbie Mann would be right down the bottom of my list of favourite jazz flootlists. He made far too many albums – 42 in the 1960s alone – and plodded down far too many blind alleys, including getting down with ver kids.
But this, which turned up in my Spotify Discover playlist, is beyond appalling, and I felt i had to share. It starts off pleasantly enough – nice guitar by Larry Coryell in the background – but then degenerates into a dreadful noodlefest completely devoid of ideas and inspiration. And it goes on for ever, until it subsides into pleasant enough again.
It was Hunter S. Thompson’s campaign choon when he ran for Sheriff in 1970. No wonder he didn’t win.