For Odradek and Hal, certainly two "worthy" music lovers, a couple of clarifications.
I do not intend to regard the constructive exchange of discoveries, experiences, emotions, and sensations as an "attack."
Furthermore, I don't believe that age differences can constitute significant discriminants in any way.
Regarding Lyle Mays, I wasn't referring to his Metheny business but rather to his much juicier and more substantial solo work. In particular, "Street Dreams" (must be from '88 or so) and then the extraordinary "SOLO: Improvisations for expanded piano" (Warner 2000), where the boundaries between jazz piano and the horizons of new age in its purest sense literally disappear. I hope I don’t have to elaborate further on his first, beautiful work.
As for "Passaggio per il paradiso," I don't believe Mr. Mays participated in it. In fact, I remember an interview with his partner in which the guitarist from Lee's Summit mentioned how complex it was for him to record all the parts. (But Metheny was already used to that; I imagine you remember the soundtrack, which wasn't bad, of "The Falcon & The Snowman," right? But who has seen the film "Passaggio..."?)
Regarding Molvaer: I always find the "this is better than that" notion a bit amusing. It's like saying that early Jovanotti is worse than the one from 2000... they are just different things, right?
In a musician's life (as is the case for human beings, I'm trying to be a bit rhetorical...), there are phases: some "happier," others less so, for both the musician and their "audience." Also, the ongoing evolution of the phenomenon of musical creation often makes what manifests something so fluid and changeable that it frequently becomes, over time, something completely different.
I could say that NP3 by Molvaer is "superior" to Khmer (which I also adore), but... what sense would that make?
Moodswings, for example, does not shine, in my ears, of any magical light. It's a nice album that leaves no particular marks. (One, indeed, is Mehldau.) Not to mention the fuss that was made at the time about Joshua Redman, with Metheny and Haden pampering him and holding his hand (Wish isn't bad!), and Downbeat dedicating covers, interviews, and blindfold tests to him. And then, what has remained? A normal, good tenor player. But his father, poor guy? He indeed, Dewey Redman, worked hard in the '60s and '70s. But few paid attention to him. The usual elite.
Old stories. Already heard.
Let’s see… does Jon Hassell interest you?
gudbài