By Benjamin Leatherman
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As you know, the Moon is in the Seventh House, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, which means you'll find, in the reviews below, synchronistic synergies and cosmic cross-wiring that reveal which music released during the astrological sign The Love Supreme you should love supremely. Meditate upon the cosmic connections, my child. Collect them, save them, trade them with your friends.
Cosmic Connection #1:Pianist Benny Green may look like he's 11 years old, but he occasionally solos with the bravado and start 'n' stop gear-changing of the 75 year-old Oscar Peterson, who, in turn, was protégé to the Robin Williams of jazz piano, Art Tatum, who, having died an addict, may have taken Bennies and, being blind in one eye, couldn't see Green. A mere coincidence? Gumbo thinks not. Actually, Green's newest, Naturally(Telarc), doesn't do all that well in conveying his aforementioned prowess. Maybe next time.
Some solid Louis Armstrong reissues are available now in a dusty CD bin near you! Too bad that mostly only 50+ jazzers will be shelling out for The Complete Hot Five & Hot Seven Recordings, Satchmo the Great, Satch Plays Fatsand Ambassador Satch(Columbia/Legacy). Nearly everyone else considers this hard-core Armstrong material dated, primitive and inferior to the drivel he sang on television and Broadway during the '60s. That media-fed mentality has resulted in the greatest oversight of seminal material in the history of jazz. Check out The Complete Hot Five & Hot Seven Recordingsfor early jazz as groundbreaking as the Constitution.
Need an infusion of the Andalusian? Spain(Verve) by the jazz piano/guitar duo of Michel Camilo and Tomatito is far more colorful than the sort of bleached romanticism typical of, say, the soundtrack to a PBS series on Irrigation in Ancient Lisbon. Bossa nova patriarch João Gilberto has repeatedly released solo albums so subtle the room's air conditioning becomes a distraction. João voz e violão (Verve) is another one of them, and though he regurgitates a few '60s classics with a voice so delicate it's damn near mysterious, no lover of Brazilian music is likely to complain.
Jay Azzolina -- whose previous album came out in 1989 -- has since adopted a lot of John Scofield's tone and off-kilter improvisational grammar, as is evident on Past Tense(Double-Time Records). Though not a trailblazer, at least he's no longer teething on the guitar that he played behind Spyro Gyra and Michael Franks.
Three newer faces: The opening cuts of The Mask(Blue Note) by French trumpeter Erik Truffaz are so thick with references to fusion-era Miles Davis and the moody, layered blowing of Jon Hassell you wonder if the disc is a tribute album. Well, yes and no. While there's some outright sonic pickpocketing going on, at least Truffaz has passed over licked-to-death museum pieces like Clifford Brown to pick on players more his age. Worth a listen if you've already bought up the catalogue of his influences. Speaking of the lighter side of the jazz spectrum: Though the backing tracks of Dangerous Curves(GRP) are as predictable as wallpaper pattern, guitarist Jeff Golub's vulgar little snap in his playing replaces the usual tongue-in-ear, cooing tones of EZ-jazz luv grooves with a slap on the ass. Somebody, please fork-lift him out of that Lifetime Network soundtrack mood and drop him into something swampy. Lastly, Jason Moran's punchy phrasing makes his piano sound like a pinball machine. The passionate 24-year-old jazzer is also one of the new guard who doesn't hesitate, bless him, to stick a Björk cut next to one by Duke Ellington on Facing Left (Blue Note). With the guy coming out of the chute this fiercely, he'll be very nasty stuff in a few years.
Now in his mid-70s, Jimmy Scott has always been mistaken for a female jazz vocalist, because of some arrested sexual development upon which Gumbo would rather not linger. Linger instead on Mood Indigo (Milestone), a superb example of how the singer's unhurried pacing and fragmented phrasing make him just too damn cool.
Brian Auger's Oblivion Express, the Ghost of Fusion Past, is back with Voices of Other Times(Miramar). Thankfully, they've neither twisted nor time-capsuled their era-specific, ultra-British groove into anything too contemporary. Auger's ever-present Hammond B-3 organ shares the foreground with the dark vocals of daughter Savannah.
Karen Mantler, pianist, composer and daughter of Michael Mantler and Carla Bley, has grieved the death of her cat Arnold for four albums now, with Karen Mantler's Pet Project (Angel) broadcasting her decision to find a new critter to coddle. Like her mother, she warbles over bizarre domestic concerns you ain't gonna hear on jazz records outside this family. Ella Fitzgerald may crawl out of the grave and strangle her for singing love songs to turtles and sheep, which is why it's jazz pick of the month. While on the Addams Family of jazz: Carla Bley and bassist/husband Steve Swallow present their third live duo recording on Are We There Yet?(WATT/29). The latter's also-live Always Pack Your Uniform on Top(XtraWATT) offers up even more cartoon-colorful composing.
Lots of fans of the Pat Metheny Group will be disappointed with the exceptionally subtle Solo: Improvisations for Expanded Piano (Warner Bros.) by the band's co-founder, Lyle Mays. The pianist's heady subtleties déjà vu us back to the band's occasional ventures into weighty European-style jazz when it was on Germany's jazz label for pondering pipe smokers, ECM.