Contemporary Jazz
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Average customer review:Track Listing
- In the Crease
- Requiem
- Elysium
- Cheek to Cheek
- Tain Mutiny
- Ayanna
- Countronious Rex
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #130466 in Music
- Brand: Sony
- Released on: 2000-08-15
- Number of discs: 1
Editorial Reviews
Amazon.com
Branford Marsalis's aptly titled Contemporary Jazz is a survey of jazz happening as the 21st century rounds the bend of its first year. The mostly bop and postbop music is certainly rooted in jazz's known traditions, but Marsalis's quartet isn't burdened by the past (as the raucous cover of "Cheek to Cheek" attests). Marsalis starts the album with the accessible but shifty "In the Crease" and moves from there to the elegiac "Requiem," which smolders with dark fire. Things really take off at the album's centerpiece, "Elysium." Here, the band--pianist Joey Calderazzo, bassist Eric Revis, and drummer Jeff "Tain" Watts--test their mettle as they break free and stretch out, turning rhythms and melodies inside out over the song's 16 minutes. Perhaps the most interesting of the tracks is Tain's "Countronious Rex," where the quartet seamlessly shifts between gospel, blues, and jazz with offhand grace. Giving a fine overview of jazz and its many forms, Marsalis and company succeed in creating a vivid musical compendium. And they do it with a flair that, like Marsalis's playing, is searching and articulate. --Tad Hendrickson
From Jazziz
For the past few years Branford Marsalis has been telling anyone who will listen that he's not exactly proud of some of the music he put out in the 1980s and early '90s. It was learning time, he says. The recordings were less his heart and soul and more a chronicle of practice-room exploits. The music simply wasn't all his. He talks about the years spent walking in the recorded footsteps of the masters, says he knows now that it takes time (decades even) to get past the imitative phase of jazz discourse, blames in part those who marketed him and other youngsters as fully-formed artists. Even then, he knew that regardless of the attire, there are no shortcuts on the path to mastery.
It's an unusual apologia in this age of carefully calibrated image - the cynical might even read it as another deft spin of marketing. Which it well could be if there wasn't so much evidence, in 1999's Requiem and this boldly titled followup, of Branford Marsalis' maturity. Something profound is going on in his thinking; it's as though he's broken through the conceptual and technical walls that once confined him to discover, quite unexpectedly, a realm of sensual riches that offer all kinds of ways to nourish the spirit. Contemporary Jazz is an account of a 39-year-old's transition from head to heart, from deliberate learning to more innate trusting of reflexes. Its brainy moments (like the demanding odd-meter form of "In the Crease") are never just exercises: Through them, Marsalis and his accomplished trio - drummer Jeff "Tain" Watts, pianist Joey Calderazzo, bassist Eric Revis - balance precise carving work against headstrong flying leaps, ferocious arguments against gorgeous ornamentations.
For this band, history is an asset, not an albatross. Compare the version of "Cheek to Cheek" with any recent treatment of any standard from any artist of Marsalis' generation. Listen to the abrupt stops and the unified lunges, the way Marsalis wrestles with the slap-tonguing aura of Sonny Rollins and the intervallic mischief of Don Byas, the moments when the time gets snarled and then springs magically back into place. What you hear isn't homework - it's something vital and irreverent, something that happens only when you move away from the microscope.
Marsalis is playing for keeps now, with a newly refined, rail-straight tone and an immediacy he's brought to many recent live performances but hadn't successfully captured in the studio. He exhausts the challenges of his structures rather than simply outlining them, and yet never gets so deep into the math that he loses the rhythms of daily life: his "Requiem" is a gorgeous, yearning meditation played out in spellbinding rubato; his "Countronious Rex" melds sullen blues with happy-feet gospel with hinky little red-herring phrases that throw things out of whack. And after he's said his piece, along comes Calderazzo, doing bebop contortions for a few choice bars, framing the collective bursts of "Tain Mutiny" in solid block chords and primary colors that build on Marsalis' moves while sending the music into completely different directions.
There are political statements embedded in everything these days - in the distinctions between "contemporary jazz" and the other kind, in the development and assertion of individual identity. No one of his generation has had to grapple with these things quite the way Branford Marsalis has - his definition of contemporary jazz, full of impish irreverence and driven by unique personal presence, offers a contrast to the outlook of fastidious scholars that prevails elsewhere. Having been in the eye of a media storm, having survived to find his own voice because of (or, more likely, in spite of) his early musical environments, Branford suggests that more than doctrine and academic mealymouthing is necessary for further evolution. He's copping some old attitude and hitting some new notes, and his attempts to bridge the storied past and the compromised future are beginning to look like a heroic quest: Can material this fluid and fiery exist next to the stodgy, note-by-note jazz recreations and equally unimaginative instrumental pop? Can it find a home in a marketplace more interested in pleasantries than provocation? Contemporary Jazz is one attempt to grapple with these questions, and if, by some chance, his ideals are not readily apparant in the music, Marsalis reinforces them with the cover: Its faded, paint-peeling image is of a woman with cigarette dangling from full red lips. The eyes are long gone but her spirit endures, an iconographic reminder of a time when music, even the most technically demanding kind, was driven by the pursuit of pleasure.
--- Tom Moon, JAZZIZ Magazine Copyright © 2000, Milor Entertainment, Inc.
Customer Reviews
Music with some class It's really hard to describe in words how this album goes, but from the great ballads like If people out there wanna listen to music with depth and some class, please run to the store and get it, don't walk!
Still Burnin' Other songs, like "Requiem" for instance, made me feel quite pensive while "Tain's Mutiny" is a thrill a minute. Marsalis and drummer Watts have definitely developed some sort of telepathic ability after all those years of playing together and you can hear it time and again on this record. I also really enjoyed the song "Contronious Rex"--very soulful. Overall, this album seems to pick up where Marsalis' phenomenal record "Requiem" from 1999 left off. The main difference is that pianist Joey Calderazzo is now filling the piano chair left vacant by the late Kenny Kirland but it certainly sounds like Calderazzo has really found his space in the quartet. This album is a "must-have" for fans of Marsalis...
would be better without Joey Calderazzo.
Branford has been the most consistent player for nearly 20 years. His strength of tone, musical conviction and dynamic personality have made him one of the most highly acclaimed figures in modern jazz.In this album, you can hear Branford playing from the fiery hardbopping
I think the best way to describe this CD as a listener very familiar with Mr. Marsalis' work is CHALLENGING, in a good way however. The CD's opener "In the Crease," is a compositionaly triumph. Marsalis combines odd meters with a mesmerizing melody.
The playing of Branford and Jeff "Tain" Watts is outstanding on this disc. The compositions are really good. Unfortunately, Joey Calderazzo passed his "audition" with Branford somehow, and he is unfortunately part of his quartet now. Amazingly, this CD also won a grammy award this year, ahead of some albums that are much better, including Dave Holland's Prime Directive, a really great disc compared to this one.




