I used to think you had to be black, lived in New York and bordering on the virtuoso to be
worth listening to.
I couldn’t bear the polite jazz of ,say, Art Pepper , Dave Brubeck et al and the fusion that followed Miles. Didn’t like ECM ,the museum jazz of Wynton and recent listens to modern day horrors like Kamasi Washington.
Luckily Spotify allows one to wander back through archives and dwell safely in the past.
The liberation of not having to listen over and over to the same records and sometimes
convince yourself that you liked your purchase because you ,er, purchased it.
But the ability to disappear down rabbit holes gradually led to the 50’s and the joys of
Cannonball Adderley, Sonny Rollins, Thelonious Monk and even Lee Konitz. (Is there a better
decade for music than the 50’s?).
I had to admit a lot of my ideas about music were pretense, prejudice and testosterone.
Anyway it’s a long winded approach to my recent discovery of Rob Mazurek (‘Dimensional
Stardust’ and ‘Desert Encrypts’) and the truly magnificent Natural Information Society’s
Jazz is not dead etc. etc.