tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post1877776465604596456..comments2023-10-07T11:23:25.259-04:00Comments on Settled In Shipping: "We don't play jazz, we play vision!"Ryshpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008400121978741507noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-29261689029700581982007-07-02T01:36:00.000-04:002007-07-02T01:36:00.000-04:00Thank you immensely for writing in, Cooper-Moore. ...Thank you immensely for writing in, Cooper-Moore. It's always the best to have the artists' clarification on these matters. Also, thank you for posting your words - I missed the last half as I was listening to Willie Applewhite play "Motherless Child" beautifully.<BR/><BR/>I'll admit I'm not well versed in dance; when Marlies was engaged in more "traditional" dance in the wings, she was quite good. From where I was sitting, second row, she was audible enough that I could hear her voice over the horns, but not audible enough to decipher what she was saying. I'll leave it there.Ryshpanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07008400121978741507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-4213102309795464862007-07-01T23:06:00.000-04:002007-07-01T23:06:00.000-04:00OK, So some didn't get it.You didn't get what Marl...OK, So some didn't get it.<BR/>You didn't get what Marlies was doing?<BR/>Marlies is a great dancer, someone who understands how to do it, and how to do it with energy. As far as your not hearing what she was speaking as she moved, maybe you were not supposed to hear what she was saying until she went on mike. Did you hear what she said then?<BR/>Do you remember that?<BR/><BR/>As far as my rantings go, I said, "Jazz ain't nothin but a word. Jazz ain't nothin but a whore, a prostitute, a bastard child. Jazz ain't got no mama no more. Use to have a mama.<BR/>Mama was the blues, mama a shout, a holler, mama was ragtime, and swing, bebop and newthing, but jazz anin't got no mama no more. Jazz a slave of the Massa. Massa Wannabe, Massa Wannabe, Jazz a whore ain't got no mama.<BR/><BR/>But a better explanation would be the poem tun lyric of Paul Laurence Dunbar,<BR/><BR/> We Wear The Mask <BR/><BR/><BR/> WE wear the mask that grins and lies,<BR/> It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—<BR/> This debt we pay to human guile;<BR/> With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,<BR/> And mouth with myriad subtleties<BR/> WE wear the mask<BR/> And mouth with myriad subtleties<BR/> WE wear the mask<BR/><BR/> Why should the world be over-wise,<BR/> In counting all our tears and sighs?<BR/> Why should the world be over-wise,<BR/> In counting all our tears and sighs?<BR/> Nay, let them only see us, while<BR/> We wear the mask.<BR/> Let them only see us, while<BR/> We wear the mask.<BR/><BR/> We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries<BR/> To thee from tortured souls arise.<BR/> We sing, but oh the clay is vile<BR/> Beneath our feet, and long the mile;<BR/> But let the world dream otherwise,<BR/> We wear the mask!<BR/> Let the world dream otherwise,<BR/> We wear the mask!<BR/><BR/> Cooper-Moore<BR/>coopermoorsolo@aol.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-64859511761622499552007-07-01T23:05:00.000-04:002007-07-01T23:05:00.000-04:00OK, So some didn't get it.You didn't get what Marl...OK, So some didn't get it.<BR/>You didn't get what Marlies was doing?<BR/>Marlies is a great dancer, someone who understands how to do it, and how to do it with energy. As far as your not hearing what she was speaking as she moved, maybe you were not supposed to hear what she was saying until she went on mike. Did you hear what she said then?<BR/>Do you remember that?<BR/><BR/>As far as my rantings go, I said, "Jazz ain't nothin but a word. Jazz ain't nothin but a whore, a prostitute, a bastard child. Jazz ain't got no mama no more. Use to have a mama.<BR/>Mama was the blues, mama a shout, a holler, mama was ragtime, and swing, bebop and newthing, but jazz anin't got no mama no more. Jazz a slave of the Massa. Massa Wannabe, Massa Wannabe, Jazz a whore ain't got no mama.<BR/><BR/>But a better explanation would be the poem tun lyric of Paul Laurence Dunbar,<BR/><BR/> We Wear The Mask <BR/><BR/><BR/> WE wear the mask that grins and lies,<BR/> It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—<BR/> This debt we pay to human guile;<BR/> With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,<BR/> And mouth with myriad subtleties<BR/> WE wear the mask<BR/> And mouth with myriad subtleties<BR/> WE wear the mask<BR/><BR/> Why should the world be over-wise,<BR/> In counting all our tears and sighs?<BR/> Why should the world be over-wise,<BR/> In counting all our tears and sighs?<BR/> Nay, let them only see us, while<BR/> We wear the mask.<BR/> Let them only see us, while<BR/> We wear the mask.<BR/><BR/> We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries<BR/> To thee from tortured souls arise.<BR/> We sing, but oh the clay is vile<BR/> Beneath our feet, and long the mile;<BR/> But let the world dream otherwise,<BR/> We wear the mask!<BR/> Let the world dream otherwise,<BR/> We wear the mask!<BR/><BR/> Cooper-Moore<BR/>coopermoorsolo@aol.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-71837355249554208292007-06-21T13:26:00.000-04:002007-06-21T13:26:00.000-04:00TIG, considering that Cooper-Moore's statements we...TIG, considering that Cooper-Moore's statements were also printed in the Vision Fest program that night, I'm going to assume that the orphaned prostitute of jazz is some sort of manifesto for the project. Yet it's a manifesto that goes nowhere. If jazz ain't got no mama no mo', does it still have a papa? If it at one point did have a mama, what was it? And why is it a whore? Who are its clients? Marlies Yearby's ramblings were more improvisatory, stemming from her dance and her interaction with the ensemble. If she had had a body mic it would have been presented better - I found I had to focus all my attention on her, away from the band, to even hear her.<BR/><BR/>The whole time, I was thinking of the Lester Bowie line, "Is jazz, as we know it, dead? Well, I guess that all depends on what you know." All I needed from C-M to solidify it was some sort of similar punchline. As it was, it was just pointless shit-disturbing over an otherwise killing band.Ryshpanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07008400121978741507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-4167372984441896492007-06-21T13:19:00.000-04:002007-06-21T13:19:00.000-04:00DJA, my bad - I meant to note that our difference ...DJA, my bad - I meant to note that our difference of opinion was over Steve Lehman's brittleness.Ryshpanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07008400121978741507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-51753086767941442012007-06-21T10:51:00.000-04:002007-06-21T10:51:00.000-04:00As someone who’s interested, and occasionally acti...As someone who’s interested, and occasionally active, in ‘irreverent’ performance (satire, pastiche, comedy, etc.). This statement caught my eye:<BR/><BR/><I>It was irreverent, sure, …but without an obvious conceit, it was a hard world to enter. Lester Bowie’s commentary on some Art Ensemble tracks is irreverence done right.</I><BR/><BR/>I think I know what you mean, but would be curious how you might unpack that statement further.<BR/>For me, the additional tightrope act in improvisative performances (as opposed to carefully scripted ones) is how to balance pre-planned and spontaneous acts of irreverence. I’ve seen acts fail because, for example, while the ‘serious’ aspects were ad-hoc and informal, the ‘comedy’ moments were heavily scripted, consequently giving the latter a stilted, awkward feel.<BR/><BR/>S, tigthe improvising guitaristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07517613086214719180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21323950.post-53325371129549123152007-06-21T04:58:00.000-04:002007-06-21T04:58:00.000-04:00Very nic writeup, David. One small clarificationle...Very nic writeup, David. One small clarification<BR/><BR/><I>less edgy than Iyer’s usual alto cohort, Rudresh Mahanthappa.</I><BR/><BR/>I <I>definitely</I> feel that Rudresh is edgier than Steve Lehman. That's part of why Rudresh's playing grabs me on a visceral level more frequently than Steve's.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com