Someone said the piano player's got history in his hands. And I've got no qualms with that assertion. Some times it's hard not to hear Cecil Taylor or Keith Jarrett or Andrew Hill (especially Andrew Hill), and once you've heard that it's hard not to pull it back to Monk and then Tatum and then Jelly Roll, and then all of a sudden you're in some tavern hearing ragtime circa 1878. In the age of mechanical reproduction, however, the experience of this history is always repeatable, by which I mean it's always immediate (mediated, of course, but immediate) and present. Such matters are better analyzed as flavors, undertones on the palate. As in, the space in-between the members of this quartet has a certain nose of licorice to it, and finishes a bit smoky. William Parker is carrying a bundle of oak, but Wadada Leo Smith balances that on trumpet with some tart blackberry. And Matthew Shipp is all about the color, an unworldly hue of purple-blue. History is synaesthesia.
Suggested Wine Pairing: For that color, Don Miguel Gascón Malbec 2006, Mendoza Argentina.
Suggested Wine Pairing: For that color, Don Miguel Gascón Malbec 2006, Mendoza Argentina.
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