Turning the dial, tuning in to a bit o’ history, a quick glimpse, behind the static, at the insatiability of ‘chosen’ musicians. Tune in then; tune in now; tune in at any point in-between — you will find them at it, blowing into their horns, a never-ending flow through the pipeline of improvisation. The pipeline didn’t start in statehood. It looks like a .gif of a spinning ship’s wheel. No length of rope can measure its depth; no harness or knot will do. Don’t bother tracing it back, or tracing it up or down. Guess again.
The linearity of constant improvisation is limited to the aging process. If we were to follow, minute by minute, play by play, as we do our athletes, we would note the dips and curves and the arcs and shifts in style, as well as the glowing landmarks of epiphany and maturity gained only through experience. Beyond the physical restrictions (x made so and so x in their x phase, then moved onto x and x phase) there is the void, the clutter and clusterfuck of endless sound made not into flesh and fossilized, mummified.
Excavation, in any direction, is a process: a 4D thrill ride through the trick reels of ziggurats borne from the flashes of fireflies and the spores that lay dormant until thrust out from combination
b ell & b ox…
Tuned in to musicians like Tom Sutter (aka Regicide Bureau) and Dave Stone, we get only a shrug and a “good luck,” no lei around the neck, and no map with x and x to aid in getting out of the void, the maze; in getting our ears off the speaker, our eyes off the microscope.
• Thomas Sutter: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEjUBeuXczhR1VPksnA-9Jg
• Dave Stone Trio: http://davestonetrio.com/index.html
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