Bass Desires (Johnson, Erskine, Scofield, Frisell) - Resolution Part 1
Have I ever told you about my lowly desires? No? Too bad!
When I read in the "Messaggero Veneto" - back then, there was no internet - that an "eclectic jazz-oriented formation would perform at the legendary Palasport Carnera composed of..." well, given the names and the absolute cluelessness of the pseudo-journalist who evidently knew as much about jazz as I know about sumo, I passed out.
PETER ERSKINE! Holy moly!!! The greatest jazz drummer, for me, in the whole created universe!
JOHN SCOFIELD! For crying out loud!!!
I shouldn't have to tell you who he is: just listen to his latest album that just came out, featuring double bass instead of electric bass.
I knew everything about Marchetto, being aware of his absolute love for interplay that is never self-serving, but is woven with a feeling for the musicians that only truly great humble artists can create.
But the real surprise for me was that young lad - who I had never heard of - playing a Diavoletto (a shame for the jazz musicians present) like I had never heard before.
Bill is someone who doesn’t do things like others, doesn’t think like others, and he goes to find his notes where others don’t play them, just as visionaries see images that others cannot imagine.
Yuk!
Have I ever told you about my lowly desires? No? Too bad!
When I read in the "Messaggero Veneto" - back then, there was no internet - that an "eclectic jazz-oriented formation would perform at the legendary Palasport Carnera composed of..." well, given the names and the absolute cluelessness of the pseudo-journalist who evidently knew as much about jazz as I know about sumo, I passed out.
PETER ERSKINE! Holy moly!!! The greatest jazz drummer, for me, in the whole created universe!
JOHN SCOFIELD! For crying out loud!!!
I shouldn't have to tell you who he is: just listen to his latest album that just came out, featuring double bass instead of electric bass.
I knew everything about Marchetto, being aware of his absolute love for interplay that is never self-serving, but is woven with a feeling for the musicians that only truly great humble artists can create.
But the real surprise for me was that young lad - who I had never heard of - playing a Diavoletto (a shame for the jazz musicians present) like I had never heard before.
Bill is someone who doesn’t do things like others, doesn’t think like others, and he goes to find his notes where others don’t play them, just as visionaries see images that others cannot imagine.
Yuk!
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