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Dred Scott Rides Alone | The Vinyl Anachronist

By | August 5th, 2019|Categories: Part-Time Audiofile|Tags: , , , , , |

Dred Scott Rides Alone (Amazon) is one of those dry, distinctly Midwestern jazz albums that make great traveling music when you’re driving through a particularly barren landscape. It adds color to the journey in an almost symbiotic way–it’s soft and reflective and easy with plenty going on when you scoot up close to the action. Whenever I talk about this specific type of jazz, I first think of Pat Metheny and then Bill Frisell. It’s dusty and hot and spare, but with an intangible charm that sneaks in and grabs you when you aren’t looking.… Read the full article

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Yimba Rudo | The Vinyl Anachronist

By | August 1st, 2019|Categories: Part-Time Audiofile|Tags: , , , , , , , |

Yimba Rudo is an exciting and unique jazz trio, one that immediately stands out from the crowd due to its instrumentation. Vibraphonist/percussionist Kevin Norton, drummer/percussionist Jim Pugliese and bassist Steve LaSpina offer a minimalist approach to their instruments, a sound that is so stripped-down to its basics that these original compositions have that same purity as an all-percussion ensemble. Melodies exist, but they are in service to the sound of struck objects. On their eponymous debut, each member takes turns in exploring the physical space of their instruments so that a new language is created, one rich with both monologues and intimate conversations.… Read the full article

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Ernest Turner, My Americana | The Vinyl Anachronist

By | July 11th, 2019|Categories: Part-Time Audiofile|Tags: , , , , , , , , |

It only takes a few seconds of listening to pianist Ernest Turner before you realize he has it, that feeling you get in the world of jazz that’s known as “the truth.” That’s Turner’s mantra, according to the liner notes, that he’s “searching for the ever-elusive musical truth.” That can be a lot of different things, of course–I believe it’s that point where a performer just opens up and acts as a conduit for the music. (Think Oliver Nelson’s Blues and the Abstract Truth.) It just flows, unimpeded.… Read the full article

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