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Abandoning the traditional major and minor key relationships of Western music, Russell developed a new formulation using scales or a series of scales for improvisations. Russell's approach to improvisation came to be known as modal in jazz. Davis saw Russell's methods of composition as a means of getting away from the dense chord-laden compositions of his time, which Davis had labeled 'thick'. Modal composition, with its reliance on scales and modes, represented, as Davis put it, "a return to melody"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N090STPx-2M"&gt;rovingeye2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Russell &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/kNAxD"&gt;checked out last night&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lydianchromaticconcept.com"&gt;The Concept&lt;/a&gt; lives on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;They have the 'what' down pat sufficient to dazzle the judges, but there's a gap in their education on the 'why', even though the 'why' of this music is so simple: &lt;em&gt;it is the sound of &lt;u&gt;joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;The music expresses that space &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;, and in this space here, it is only artifact and shadow, a document at best. History. His story.  Is it any wonder people prefer &lt;em&gt;dance&lt;/em&gt; music on CD, music they can spin alive into their personal &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;?  Or at least, they can try.
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&lt;br /&gt;In this particular video I &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt; that 'then' and become transfixed by Min Tanaka's dance; I feel I want to digitally sweep away Derek standing there among the onlookers, divesting the scene of any visual ground to the setting and just leave Min as the focal dynamic, illuminated by Derek's sound the way &lt;a href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=-EgfDya9CGc'&gt;Toru Takemitsu&lt;/a&gt; might have illuminated such a scene for a Kurosawa film, at once totally personal and perfectly ordinary.  So too the aleatoric works of John Cage and David Tutor, the dada-bent soundscapes of &lt;em&gt;purposelessness&lt;/em&gt; which are &lt;i&gt;post hoc&lt;/i&gt; threaded into sense by our compulsions to link the purposely unrelated events.
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&lt;br /&gt;Only, there is a difference with improvisation: While John Cage would choose his scenarios and materials to fit the event and while &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T%C5%8Dru_Takemitsu'&gt;Takamitsu&lt;/a&gt; would linger on the sets and &lt;em&gt;absorb&lt;/em&gt; each scene before scoring it, and while he often would &lt;em&gt;recommend&lt;/em&gt; directorial changes, theirs was a &lt;em&gt;passive&lt;/em&gt; reaction to the visual; Derek and Min, on the other hand, are entangled, each influencing each other right there, in real time, trading time and choice, a living forging the present tense &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about my close encounter with Peterson someday, but what I wanted to tell you is about the show just prior to that, it was at the Winnipeg concert hall and I had my pair of decent-view jazz-DJ comps and took my then-girlfriend to see pure genius in action.  
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Now, she, bless her heart, thought Jazz died that fateful day when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenn_Miller#Disappearance"&gt;Glenn Miller's plane went missing&lt;/a&gt;, and here we were, minor VIPs in the audience of the worthy successor of Art Tatum -- why Winnipeg's &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; modern jazz DJ was a 'minor' VIP, don't ask, don't matter, unimportant and hadn't really thought of it before -- the thing is, my gf, she was dead bored, edgy board, gown-fidgity looking about to see who's there kind of bored.  I was enthralled at the sheer blistering precision of Oscar's execution, but every streaming note of it was sailing right over her head into the cheap seats behind us.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And then Oscar did a brilliant thing: &lt;em&gt;He played a Billy Joel tune!&lt;/em&gt;  Unannounced, he sailed into &lt;i&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/i&gt;, a lyric romance that was not surprisingly my girl's current fave pop-chart topper.
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&lt;br /&gt;That did it.  That was it.  &lt;em&gt;That was something she could hang on to&lt;/em&gt;, some ground for the figure, some context and frame for understanding what it was that was so brilliant about Oscar Peterson and so brilliant about his outsideness.  Oscar Peterson made a new devoted fan that day, leaping out of the Ambient Music bin and straight into the Gotta-Have-More bin.
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&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Plus may still be a little outside the reach of some ears, even after this, even after their Late Night gig and &lt;a title="sweet gig!" href="http://thebadplus.typepad.com/dothemath/2008/03/there-was-no-pu.html"&gt;this week at the Blue Note&lt;/a&gt;, but then I always preferred &lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnuHJZMdako'&gt;Al Yankovic's version&lt;/a&gt; to the original anyway.
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&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: &lt;a type='amzn'&gt;The Bad Plus&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a type='amzn'&gt;Oscar Peterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;His Father was Irish :)
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&lt;br /&gt;And in keeping with the fathers and sons, here's a rare clip of Gerry Mulligan with Ben Webster, another evolution in the making that lets you compare the outside Basie-sound put out by Ben with the emerging new sound of Gerry Mulligan backed by Mel Lewis and Leroy Vinnegar on bass, and Jimmy Rowles on an unseen piano.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And that's apropos too because the claim to fame for Gerry's sound was rooted in the piano-less small combo, a session innovation brought about ten years earlier by Red Norvo taking over from Earl Gardner at The Haig club.  This was coincidentally the same spot where Mulligan and his group with Chet Baker were fixing up their chops; to make room for the feature vibraphone, and since the feature pianist was gone, the grand was shipped out leaving Gerry to not only craft a new sort of sound, but also, being the ever masterful ensemble arranger, prompted his contributing to that art in a very clever use of widely spaced harmonies among the horns to fill out newly available sonic spaces.  Just goes to show: Sometimes improvisation is as much a part necessity and resourcefulness.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention?  About 'Jazz', &lt;a href="http://blog.teledyn.com/node/2425"&gt;it's an Irish word&lt;/a&gt;.  Tis true as true can be.  It means "&lt;i&gt;the breath of life&lt;/i&gt;" or some such. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz_%28word%29"&gt;Perhaps&lt;/a&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This clip is a good segue from &lt;a href="/2008/03/carla-bley-big-band.html"&gt;Carla Bley&lt;/a&gt;: I had the great good fortune to interview Gary Burton in my basement record shop back in '78 or so, and he told me a tale that isn't often told, not in the Wikipedia page, and not even on his own website, but I asked Mr Burton how it was some kid from Indiana ended up at the forefront of modern jazz and his reply was a telling tale of improvisational music and it goes like this ...&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Mister I met a man once,&lt;/i&gt;" they always begin, although in this particular incident it was a man and a woman. Paul and Carla Bley were booked to play the campus commons at Yale where Gary Burton was enrolled in Law; one thing led to another, Gary ended up on the stage that night, Paul and Carla had one of their famous post-gig parking-lot business conferences and, he said, "&lt;i&gt;It was two or three stops down the tour road when I called my parents up and said, 'Mom, Dad, I'm not going to be a lawyer anymore.  I'm going to be a &lt;em&gt;Jazz Musician!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt; True story.
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&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: &lt;a type='amzn'&gt;Gary Burton&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a type='amzn'&gt;Red Norvo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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