Egberto GIsmonti.. More than nostalgia

I have just come back into a treasure of my life: Egberto Gismonti’s album of 1979, “ Sol Do Meio Dia”. After nearly 30 years since I first heard it, the songs still have deep meaning in my musical world. Reestablishing this connection in my mind’s ear has been a most joyous occasion: Besides the memories of my early 20’s, I am hearing profound musical aspects which I did not know how to process at the time.

This music is evocative. I can hear the forest breathe, especially in “ Café”. There are unexpected surprises, ever-so subtle changes of direction that leave me smiling. The lushness of the chordal world of Gismonti’s 10 string guitar, coupled the 12 strings of Ralph Towner is without parallel. Jan Garbarek’s has a pure soprano saxophone sound without vibrato, which is perfectly suited for this sound.

Besides Towner and Garbarek, this release features inimitable Nana Vasconcelas on percussion/voice, and the late Collin Walcott on tabla and percussion. Two of these players ( Walcott and Vasconceles) teamed up with the Don Cherry in a great (unfortunatly short-lived ) ensemble, CODONA.

Doing some research on Mr. Gismonti reveals a seeking spirit. Born in Brazil in 1947, He began his classical piano studies at age 6. He studied with the master teacher, Nadia Boulanger in Paris. ( Did anyone remain the same after studying with Nadia Boulanger?) After he returned to Brazil, Gismonti began to look for his musical roots in chorro music, beginning to play 6 stringed guitar, then moving to the 10 stringed version.

Gismonti has taken the chordal lushness from his studies of European Impressionism; blended with a modern jazz virtuosity, grounded it with the folkloric elements of his homeland. It is music not to be missed- while it holds great nostalgic meaning for me, the gifts are beyond nostalgia.

Further research showed me that Egberto Gismonti is playing with his son Alexendre: hearing the composition “Lundu” excites me. Gismonti continues to craft his playing. Do yourself a favor and listen to some of these priceless works.

a photo from Brad.

Brad Levenhagen took this photo

What is the point of music?

<It is spring. I should be on the porch, I should be camping on my piano. It is thursday, my lucky day, and I am wrestling with this here computer. So I will hear the sounds of my mind in moments.
the point of music
is spring.

toddis inside of us.

Visions of Mortality: the dangers of Nostalgia, getting lost in the suburbs, and rediscovering Nino Rota

Yesterday was a wet and sleety day… although it is my vacation, there will be no fishing for trout, no camping outside, etc. Yes, I decided to buy plastic shelves for the basement.
A few days ago, I got the music of Italian master Nino Rota’s music for Frederico Fellini’s film. I put it on my device, and drove out looking for that place that is a chain that sells those kind of things.

It was an amazing nostalgic event; all of a sudden I was that skinny college kid, working a college job where this cute, young Italo-file gives me a cassette with this music. It was fascinating from the first sound. It was the early 80’s and I don’t even know what was popular then. I was beginning my love affair with jazz-and had returned to the piano. I was also going to college, trying to study elementary education.

I finally did see a few Felillini’s movies, I did not love them as much as the music. Is it possible to be nostalgic for something you did not experience?
I never made it to Europe with a backpack. I stayed here and watched the foreign films. I fell in love with a German girl, a painter, but we became friends instead. The images from this music are entirely personal., and probably do not mean the same to you.

So I drove around, lost in the suburbs, lost in thought. Ended up in another store, got my cheap shelves, as well as some onion bulbs to plant. If spring ever comes. I bought the medicine at the other store- realize how much I hate shopping. But what about Nino Rota?

It is still great music to listen to. I am not a big fan of nostalgia.. it tends to keep one focused on the past, instead of creating the future. Nostalgia is dangerous to a music person. Nostalgia and senility are close cousins.

It is still amazing music to listen to. Rota was a master orchestrator, skillfully weaving themes in and out, contrasting rhythmic sensibilities of waltzes, latin, polka/marches, and rubato-/timeless. He swings in that “Euro way”, and is a master of variations. I am going to learn some of these tunes on piano.

Yes, I am remembering Nino Rota, thanking him. He has influenced me so much, and yet is not the only sound to turn my head. What are we but a sum total of all that we love, plus the 1-2% that is our own filter?

I have been also blown away buy a recent aquistition: Uri Caine’s take on Mahler. Yaozhu! That’s a whole ‘nother post; see you on Friday if I can.
Drop me a line” give me a shout.

In music
Yer pal
todd

Friday, March 25th

Friday spring break edition!

Todd, playing a black piano at the Black Dog. 3/25

As much as the snow is a step backwards, it is less cold than that wicked rain yesterday.

There’s not going to be any camping for me this week- and with the streams and rivers nearing flood stage, no trout except for those in my dreams. I have been swimming in sounds.
For the past 3 days, I have been listening almost nonstop to Uri Caine’s take on Mahler: It’s abosutely gorgeous. ON the piano, I have worked on some standards! ( only the cool ones) especially Billy Strayhorn and Bill Evans. Also contemplating mortality, etc, and will post some musings. I will feature some film music, from Nino Rota, and Monsiuer Hulot’s holiday, as well as my own “variations on music from a Romantic Movie”.

NO Cover! Get some tasty eats and drinks, unwind from your work or play week.
I’m playing early this week, from 5 until 6:30
Support the Black Dog- It’s a great place!
Give me a shout.

Todd

The Full Moon of March

Found out an even more interesting fact, from Sarah Remke of the Black Dog cafe.
“This Friday is just before the full moon. Not only is it a full moon, but it’s the biggest full moon in 19 years! It’s also the time when the moon is closest to Earth.”
Not to over indulge in mysticism. BUT This will be a time to be out.. All signs say come to the Black Dog between 6 and 11. All signs say you will experience the 5 spider jack rabbits leaping over the highest skyscraper. and you will be deep down among the dagger dancers. and Joe, joe, broke his toe – on the way to Mexico…. and all these reeds will make chords: baritone, tenor saxophone & clarinet, with violin and trombone and percussives – but not just any… these dudes have ears, as ears as big as the rabbit you find in the full moon. It has been a full lunar year cycle since FULL MOON RABBIT has begun ( again) at Black Dog… since then, we have been there 4 times! Before last April, we had 4 gigs since 1999 ! This is re- dawning of the age of the FUll MOON RABBIT.
Winter never fails to turn to spring. The sound will be gigantic, and come down to a whisper. With all the hitting of the fan of various excrements, what the world needs now is a few of my favorite things.
How did I name it? While camping in Wild River state park, I saw during a full moon, some scampering rabbits on the trail… and visioned the
” folkloric avante-garde”- more wooden than metallic, more skin drums than plastic.
So I wrote some things down. and rehearsed now and again.

But this past year, we haven’t used much paper. It will be amazing, no doubt.

I heard that in Asia , when you look into a full moon, you see a Rabbit!
Black Dog Cafe is located at the corner of 4th street and Broadway, near the farmer’s market, In downtown St. Paul.
Full Moon Rabbit starts at 8. Gary Schulte and I will play ballads and waltzes and pretty music from 6-7:30.
Be there, and be a circle!

My fly… ugly but famous!

Here is a link to some gorgeous looking flies… the winter season is now open in Wisconsin,
I must see if i can get out and play tag with some browns. It is catch and release only, ( pinch down those barbs- land them quick and don’t take any photos- Get them back into the water!)
and now I must catch a certain song , cast into the harmonic stream and see what pulls the strike indicator under the water.
In my mind’s eye i see dozens of trout… remember them!
ahh!

http://www.kiaptuwish.org/fly-swap/february-2011-swap

the big yellow thing in the sky

Where do all the ideas come from? How is it that with all the people playing, writing, scratching out sound in the universe, that there are a constant supply of new musics? How is it, that inside of trees, is life, waiting in it’s latency, the discontented winter ready to blow up into spring? It is utterly amazing.

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