High Contrast Under a Lamp Post

What had Szabo and Womack cooked up? Gabor Szabo’s cerebral and delicately abstract solos seemed naturally at odds with Bobby Womack’s gritty, intensely southern grooves.

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Old Smoke

They were playing a pretty faded copy of The Slider at the Love Song while I hovered over my drink. The raw umbers and rich hunter greens made for pleasant company as I sipped some concoction of rye, cognac, and Benedictine that left me pretty stoned. There was a battalion outside, but it was nearly empty in the bar….

The Space Age Cannot Be Avoided.

 In My Music I Speak of Impossible Things. I’m Just Like the Birds. They Sing. Occasionally, you may get a couple records by a Space Prophet that seems like he independently emerged from the tapestry of cosmos by way of ancient Memphis. In his hand he carried a passport from Saturn, and managed to assemble…

Jazz in Silhouette

  Punk as fuck – and possibly from Saturn (though, more likely one of its moons) –  Sun Ra was one of the most gifted big-band composer, arranger, and band leaders of the “post-war era” or whatever. Sun Ra and his Arkestra wanted to make one thing clear: they have traveled across the solar system…