tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post115296892895001464..comments2023-11-05T02:59:27.283-08:00Comments on wordsandmusic: Peter Brötzmann Octet...Machine Gun...Rod Warnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14812717242954233213noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1153095402332938322006-07-16T17:16:00.000-07:002006-07-16T17:16:00.000-07:00Sweet. One of my favorite eurojazz albums of all ...Sweet. One of my favorite eurojazz albums of all time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1153080199800499052006-07-16T13:03:00.000-07:002006-07-16T13:03:00.000-07:00Great to have you back. We've missed you. Great wr...Great to have you back. We've missed you. Great writing as always.Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1153039515686813032006-07-16T01:45:00.000-07:002006-07-16T01:45:00.000-07:00... Yes, I had in mind Hunter Thompson's passage i...... Yes, I had in mind Hunter Thompson's passage in Fear and Loathing where he talks about being ablke to see the high watermark of the sixties and how everything was ebbing away from that point - or something - the book is buried at the bottom of a pile in the corner and it would be dicing with death to get the bugger out at the moment until I get some shelves up... would love to do a film about the reality of the sixties that goes to the heart of what it was all about without all the sentimental clap trap (where's my kaftan?)Rod Warnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14812717242954233213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1152978277871571172006-07-15T08:44:00.000-07:002006-07-15T08:44:00.000-07:00Hello Rod, welcome back to the glorious kingdom of...Hello Rod, welcome back to the glorious kingdom of blogness.<BR/>I think I've said it before, but that Peter Brotzmann, he's a bit of a nutcase. Perhaps the first European musician to go head to head with the legacy of the likes of Taylor or Ayler and walk away with his head held high.<BR/>This is probably his first great statement of intent - a great big ball of noise, with horns and a double rhythm section ( and piano) blasting away. A young Evan Parker in there, like all the musicians, bringing about a radical European take on free jazz and improv, a music formed from something other than the blues and Africa. What a noise ... heavy metal? the headbangers should listen to this first.<BR/><BR/>It's funny you mention the old '60s heritage industry; there seems to be a plethora of nostalgic programmes on TV at the moment intent on banging home a particular vision of that decade. I always say to Molly, I never think of the '60s as the decade of the Beatles and the hippies, I think of it as much for John Coltrane, Ornette Coleman and James Brown, B.S. Johnson and J.G. Ballard, the Velvets and the still alive and kicking Beats.<BR/>And, for a predominately instrumental music, it's interesting how many improv musicians intended their work to be explicitly revolutionary - from the likes of Brotzmann and Archie Shepp (also wanting his horn to be a machine gun) to the more humanistic likes of Ornette - before things collapsed in the colder and more cynical '70s, it's wonderful how many people took it as a given that the world could be changed. The days before, to borrow Hunter S.'s metaphor, the wave crashed and receeded.St. Anthonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05539878989031969603noreply@blogger.com