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  Наименование CD :
   Freedom In The Groove



Год издания : 1996

Компания звукозаписи : Warner Bros., (ru)

Музыкальный стиль : Post-Bop, Neo-Bop

Время звучания : 1:09:06

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CD, стоящие на полке рядом : Jazz (Saxophone - Bop)      

All songs composed and arranged by Joshua Redman

As the title suggests, Joshua Redman explores new rhythmic territory on Freedom in the Groove. Abandoning the traditional hard bop that has dominated his past recordings, Redman attempts to work himself into hip-hop and urban dance rhythms, which results in an occasionally intriguing but often frustrating album. Occasionally, the fusions work, with Redman contributing sympathetic, graceful licks to the gently insistent rhythms. Too often, the record sounds forced and stilted, which is unfortunate, since jazz/hip-hop fusions need a musician of Redman's caliber to make it credible in the jazz world.

All Music Guide

========= from the cover ==========

When I first heard jazz, it wasn't "Jazz." It was music. I grew up in a household where you could hear Ornette Coleman right next to Otis Redding, where A Love Supreme and Sergeant Peppers were both in heavy rotation, where Old and New Dreams and a Balinese Gamelan Orchestra often shared the same bill. When I was young, I didn't recognize "jazz" as being categorically separate or substantively different from "blues," "rock," "funk," "soul," "classical," "Indian," "African," "Indonesian," or any other of the countless musical genres I heard piping over the public airwaves or crackling out of my mom's old reel-to-reel tape recorder. I wasn't yet conscious of musical styles as well-defineb, easily-labeled, intellectually- specific entities. For the most part, I didn't even know their names.

Of course, like any attentive listener (of any age)" I could sense emotional contrasts, personal singularities, and group identities. I could perceive the specialness of each record, the originally of each band" the distinctness of each song. I could feel the undeniable, intangible qualities which gave each artist his or her unique, inimitable sound. But I could also appreciate the kinships and the similarities, both within and across stylistic boundaries. And I could hear more than just a little in common between the volatile beauty of Sonny Rollins' phrasing and the explosive unity of Senegalese drumming," between the yearning flights of John Coltrane's soprano saxophone and the soaring cries of Bismillah Kahn's shanai", between the fully flowing warmth of Cannonball Adderley's tone end the effortlessly embracing depth of Aretha Franklin's voice. It all made sense. It all felt right. It was all music.

Naturally, as I grew older and more knowledgeable, I became increasingly conscious of "jazz" as a distinct musical genre. I learned the significance of the flatted fifth. I apprehended the technical nuances of swing rhythms. And perhaps most importantly, I recognized the unconquerable challenge and the unsurpassable fulfillment of improvisation - that creative, liberating discipline which gives jazz its immediacy, its potency, its soul. I became increasingly interested in, and enamored with, jazz. As a musician "jazz became my style of specialty. As a listener, jazz became my music of choice.

At one point, during my first few years of college, I even became what some folks might describe as a "jazz snob." I locked myself in my dorm room and wore down the grooves of my Blue Note reissues while my vintage Motowns sat in a box collecting dust. I derided my roommates' heavy metal as mindless simplistic noise. I listened to hip-hop for the sake of social recreation (dancing, hanging, partying). I accepted classic rock out of academic necessity (you couldn't walk across campus on a sunny day without hearing at least two of The Who's greatest hits). But I craved, studied, adored, and respected Jazz. Jazz was serious Music.

Jazz was my favorite music. J z was The Music. The were my attitudes at that time, and I am not ashamed for having once possessed them; (just as how I am not ashamed to say that I love Stevie Wonder's Inner Visions as much as love Miles Davis' Kind of Blue.) They belonged to a natural (and probably even a necessary) phase in my development as both a listener and a player. By focusing on Jazz to the exclusion of other styles" I cultivated a much greater appreciation of a truly great art form. I developed a deeper understanding of an incredibly subtle and complex aesthetic. I became fully aware of the specialness of "Jazz."

But now is a different time, and I am in a different place. Without a doubt, I still adore Jazz; I still need jazz; and I am still at a very elementary stage in what I am sure will be a lifelong, never-ending study of the jazz Idiom. As a class, I admire the great jazz musicians of the 20th century as much as (if not more than) an other group of artists throughout modern history. And if I had t pick one and only one style of music as my absolute, exclusive favorite - one style to be trapped with for the rest of my life on a remote, Inescapable desert island - I would still pick jazz.

But fortunately, I don't. Art, in the world of honest emotional experience, is never about absolutes, or favorites, or hierarchies, or "number ones." The "desert island" scenario is wholly irrelevant to real-life tastes, choices, and attitudes. These days, I listen to, love, and am inspired by all forms of music. And once again, I sense the connections. I feel in much of '90s hip-hop a bounce, a vitality, and a rhythmic infectiousness which I have always felt in the bebop of the '40s and '50s. I hear in some of today's "alternative music" a rawness, an edge, and a haunting insistence which echoes the intense modalism and stinging iconoclasm of the '60s avant-garde.

I watch MTV, and I enjoy it. Sometimes I even respect it. I've dusted off those old Motown sides and mixed them all up with the Blue Note classics. I just called my mom and asked her to send me a copy of that Bismiltah Kahn. On a good day my CD rack is organized alphabetically, but never categorically. I've got it all in heavy rotation. They're all sharing the same bill.

I feel as if I am returning to the open-minded, wide-eared sensibilities of my early years, without abandoning the aesthetic knowledge which I later acquired.

I listen with stylistic innocence as well as critical intelligence.

I identify genres but ignore their limits.

I preserve my roots as I extend my branches.

Coming from a tradition but walking toward the horizons.

It takes me on a journey while it keeps me close to home.

Focused and eclectic: specialization and inclusion can go hand-in-hand.

Put it in the pocket, but keep it on the edge.

Give me a naked soul and a mature mind.

You can be grounded yet still be free.

With a swing. In the groove.

Playing jazz.

Playing music.

-Joshua Redman (June, 1996)


  Соисполнители :

Brian Blade (Drums)
Christopher Thomas (Bass)
Peter Bernstein (Guitar)
Peter Martin (Piano)


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   1 Hide And Seek     T       0:05:37  
   2 Sone Shining Soul         0:08:14  
   3 Streams Of Consciousnes         0:08:54  
   4 When The Sun Comes Down         0:07:15  
   5 Home Fries         0:04:45  
   6 Invocation         0:10:00  
   7 Dare I Ask?         0:06:03  
   8 Cat Battles         0:05:41  
   9 Pantomime         0:07:28  
   10 Can't Dance         0:05:09  

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