I have the greatest respect for Alyn Shipton, but can't escape feeling that JRR is becoming increasingly unlistenable of late. Particular beefs for me are the endless dire girl vocalists; a recent example being that dreadful, incompetent warbler on Alex Hitchcock's Azalea on 31 October and the absolutely frightful and interminable track from the Mahavishnu Orchestra last week: I think that last was the worst thing I've ever heard on JRR.
I suppose it's partly an age thing: I was brought up on mainstream, bebop and hard bop, but increasingly I found I was falling out of love with pretty much anything after that. I remember having a bitter argument with a friend sometime around the late 1960s: he suggested that jazz, having gone through a very fast development since the early part of the century, had essentially run its course. I strongly disagreed at the time, but on reflection, I think he was right, and that nothing really new has happened since then: it's all, essentially, repeating itself; competent, often well played but essentially empty (I blame Coltrane, but that's just my endpoint)
And since more recent listeners seem to be happy with that, we get requests that are essentially not much good, really (there are exceptions, of course: Andy Sheppard, for example, and Colin Steele are often worth listening to, but I had to think hard even to bring up those two). I may still keep up with JRR on the Player so I can catch tracks that - for me - are worth hearing and as a way of avoiding the worst of the more recent stuff, but it is rather sad: I used to look forward so much to Saturday evenings at 5 pm, that was the one fixed point of the weekend. Oh well, at least we still have Youtube, which seems to contain pretty much all I want to listen to in jazz.
Back in the 60s and 70s there were endless squabbles between the boppers, with whom I stood 100%, and the mouldie fygges (extreme traditionalists who objected to the presence of saxophone players in jazz bands, which led on one famous occasion to Bruce Turner being met on arrival in Birmingham by a sign saying GO HOME DIRTY BOPPER - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moldy_figs). But now I'm beginning to feel I've become a sort of latter-day mouldie fygge myself: what a sad fate for one who always thought he was a progressive!
I suppose it's partly an age thing: I was brought up on mainstream, bebop and hard bop, but increasingly I found I was falling out of love with pretty much anything after that. I remember having a bitter argument with a friend sometime around the late 1960s: he suggested that jazz, having gone through a very fast development since the early part of the century, had essentially run its course. I strongly disagreed at the time, but on reflection, I think he was right, and that nothing really new has happened since then: it's all, essentially, repeating itself; competent, often well played but essentially empty (I blame Coltrane, but that's just my endpoint)
And since more recent listeners seem to be happy with that, we get requests that are essentially not much good, really (there are exceptions, of course: Andy Sheppard, for example, and Colin Steele are often worth listening to, but I had to think hard even to bring up those two). I may still keep up with JRR on the Player so I can catch tracks that - for me - are worth hearing and as a way of avoiding the worst of the more recent stuff, but it is rather sad: I used to look forward so much to Saturday evenings at 5 pm, that was the one fixed point of the weekend. Oh well, at least we still have Youtube, which seems to contain pretty much all I want to listen to in jazz.
Back in the 60s and 70s there were endless squabbles between the boppers, with whom I stood 100%, and the mouldie fygges (extreme traditionalists who objected to the presence of saxophone players in jazz bands, which led on one famous occasion to Bruce Turner being met on arrival in Birmingham by a sign saying GO HOME DIRTY BOPPER - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moldy_figs). But now I'm beginning to feel I've become a sort of latter-day mouldie fygge myself: what a sad fate for one who always thought he was a progressive!
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