Record #312: Corea/Hancock – An Evening with Chick Corea and Herbie Hancock (1979)

Record #312: Corea/Hancock - An Evening with Chick Corea and Herbie Hancock (1979) Let’s get one thing straight. Each of these guys are bloody legends. Any album of either of them would be worth listening to. Both are iconic members of the jazz elite...

 

Let’s get one thing straight. Each of these guys are bloody legends. Any album of either of them would be worth listening to. Both are iconic members of the jazz elite who expanded the boundaries of jazz through their experimentation with synthesizers, and both played with Miles Davis (often at the same time–most notably on In A Silent Way, my favorite Davis album). On this album (slash concert), rather than their electric pianos and synths that they were famous for, they meet with a pair of Steinway pianos between them.

The songs aren’t as much duets as they are duels–if a duel was won by making your opponent look as badass as possible. These two frequent collaborators–and great friends–perform a number of tracks that are as aggressive as they are humorous (the crowd bursts into laughter on several occasions, betraying some visual aspect missing here). And true to their legacy, neither musician is content with the confines of the instrument. At one point, the frame of the piano is played as a drum. Often, one will rapidly arpeggiate a single note while the other bangs out seemingly unrelated chords. Very little about this performance is gentle or expected, but Corea and Hancock seem to read eachother’s minds, playing in perfect counterpoint, like a sort of angry ballet.

 

Record #306: Do Make Say Think – Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn (2003)

Record #306: Do Make Say Think - Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn (2003)
I have spoken before  about the two major camps post rock. On the one hand, you have the cinematic climax chasers like Mogwai, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and Explosions in...

I have spoken before about the two major camps post rock. On the one hand, you have the cinematic climax chasers like Mogwai, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and Explosions in the Sky. These are the thrill seekers, the masters of bombast and heart wrenching emoting. On the other, you have a more measured, cerebral approach, utilized by bands like Tortoise, Collections of Colonies of Bees, and Do Make Say Think. These groups are closer to architects than artists, but that doesn’t mean their works are any leas awe inspiring. After all, the Sistine Chapel isn’t notable for the ceiling alone. These groups get most of their affect not from crescendo and decrescendo, but from construction and deconstruction.

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Record #304: Don Henley – Building the Perfect Beast (1984)

Record #304: Don Henley - Building the Perfect Beast (1984)
I don’t really like the Eagles. That is to say, I love a lot of their earlier songs–Witchy Woman, One of These Nights–but by and large, the longer the Eagles wrote songs, the more I disliked...

 

I don’t really like the Eagles. That is to say, I love a lot of their earlier songs–Witchy Woman, One of These Nights–but by and large, the longer the Eagles wrote songs, the more I disliked them (the Hotel California album is pretty deplorable). However, back in 2003, I was a young punk kid with a new drivers license and a copy of the Ataris’ So Long Astoria stuck in my car’s CD player. One of my favorite songs on that album was the Henley penned Boys of Summer, and as I grew to adulthood, I have come to prefer the original version. And to be completely honest, if I needed to pay money for this album on the strength of that single, I wouldn’t have ponied it up. But when you raid your parents’ vinyl collections, you take chances.

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Record #303: Crosby Stills & Nash – Daylight Again (1982)

Record #303: Crosby Stills & Nash - Daylight Again (1982)
I was entirely prepared for this album to be terrible. The 80s offered some pretty notoriously awful music from legendary 60s groups (I’m looking at you, Beach Boys), and the neon alien...

 

I was entirely prepared for this album to be terrible. The 80s offered some pretty notoriously awful music from legendary 60s groups (I’m looking at you, Beach Boys), and the neon alien invasion scene on the cover does absolutely nothing to convince us that this isn’t the same sort of synthy-schlock that the sometimes Y in CSNY was releasing around the same time. And there’s also the talk about David Crosby only appearing on one song (due to a crippling drug addiction, I think. Elsewhere his parts were performed by an up and comer named Art Garfunkel), but his contributions are almost always my least favorite, so I can deal with that.

But despite its contemporaries and cover, this isn’t too far from their (excellent) debut.

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