Listening to Jamie C. this week on R2, where every track played is “amazing, superb, brilliant, outstanding” (ohhhh really?) and reading John Fordham’s reviews in the Guardian, with nothing less than three stars even if its matt paint drying (esp BRITISH matt paint drying), what has happened to Jazz critiquing? Hump in his R2 slot regularly slagged off some of the music he played – I happily remember a scathing remark about Bobby Watson playing Chelsea Bridge…
Has jazz now reached a level of competence and facility that everything melds in one? Where’s the REAL effort? Where’s the edge?
Where ‘s my wine.
BN.
Has jazz now reached a level of competence and facility that everything melds in one? Where’s the REAL effort? Where’s the edge?
Where ‘s my wine.
BN.
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