Finding I'm almost completely out of sympathy with pretty much everything that's happening in jazz now (apart from a few shining lights like the work of Keith Jarrett), I'm beginning to wonder whether jazz development has run its course and has become, well, pretty pointless.
I've been thinking this for some time, but this line of thought was really brought to a head by the Joe Lovano concert at the Barbican a few months back. I'm an admirer of Lovano, and even more so of Jack DeJohnette, that rare thing a truly musical drummer. But the concert was ruined for me by some really awful thrashing around by DeJohnette. The other musicians weren't up to much that night, and generally the experience was a total pain in the ear.
Anyway, here's my personal take on it. Jazz has gone through what for classical music was a five-century (give or take the odd century) journey, in less than 50 years. From, say, Freddie Keppard to early Coltrane before he forgot how to end solos, jazz went through a phenomenal development process. But, starting with the later Coltrane, I have to wonder where it's going; jazz rock/fusion was a wholly unnecessary diversion, "free jazz" likewise, and everything else seems just to be a reframing of what went before: if I had a quid for every Coltrane copyist I've had to endure, I'd be very well off indeed.
So where is jazz going, if anywhere? In this, I suppose it mirrors where classical is also (not) going, and visual art likewise, as witness the paeans of praise heaped on the sh1te of Tracey Emin's latest exhibition - about which (the horror! the horror!) I find I'm on the same side as ... the Daily Mail. Oh dear.
All very depressing; am I just the 21st century equivalent of a mouldy figge? That's rather a dismal prospect, but I find I'm increasingly drawn back to what for me was the real golden era of jazz, from, say, Bix Beiderbecke to Clifford Brown. Perhaps I should just try to get out more....
I've been thinking this for some time, but this line of thought was really brought to a head by the Joe Lovano concert at the Barbican a few months back. I'm an admirer of Lovano, and even more so of Jack DeJohnette, that rare thing a truly musical drummer. But the concert was ruined for me by some really awful thrashing around by DeJohnette. The other musicians weren't up to much that night, and generally the experience was a total pain in the ear.
Anyway, here's my personal take on it. Jazz has gone through what for classical music was a five-century (give or take the odd century) journey, in less than 50 years. From, say, Freddie Keppard to early Coltrane before he forgot how to end solos, jazz went through a phenomenal development process. But, starting with the later Coltrane, I have to wonder where it's going; jazz rock/fusion was a wholly unnecessary diversion, "free jazz" likewise, and everything else seems just to be a reframing of what went before: if I had a quid for every Coltrane copyist I've had to endure, I'd be very well off indeed.
So where is jazz going, if anywhere? In this, I suppose it mirrors where classical is also (not) going, and visual art likewise, as witness the paeans of praise heaped on the sh1te of Tracey Emin's latest exhibition - about which (the horror! the horror!) I find I'm on the same side as ... the Daily Mail. Oh dear.
All very depressing; am I just the 21st century equivalent of a mouldy figge? That's rather a dismal prospect, but I find I'm increasingly drawn back to what for me was the real golden era of jazz, from, say, Bix Beiderbecke to Clifford Brown. Perhaps I should just try to get out more....
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