Echoes of a Friend

Often I go through all the recordings of a single artist or composer just to remind myself of what I have. The best part is it’s always refreshing and revealing. The latest to be subjected to this routine is McCoy Tyner, one of my favorite jazz pianists. With nine of his CDs in my collection, they represent only a fraction of the seventy-five releases in his discography. One recording, which I haven’t listened to in years, stopped me in my tracks. There’s no question that McCoy is a jazz giant. Every recording, every performance since his days with Miles Davis and John Coltrane has dazzled listeners and other musicians with his pianistic prowess, but this solo album, dedicated to Coltrane, from way back in 1972, is astounding.

First to stand out is Tyner’s amazing rhythmic independence between his left and right hands, a dexterity hard to find. Then you’re hit with the wild and intriguing places he takes each of the five tunes. At only 35, he’s at his height creatively and technically. There’s no knowing where he ends and the piano begins. They are completely bound together in a metaphysical loop. Tyner and the piano have generated a maelstrom spiraling out of the recording to scoop us up into his whirling imagination. It’s 47 minutes of highs and lows, of chromatic and polyrhythmic waves of passion.

I suspect the inspiration behind Tyner at this junction in his life was the confluence of Coltrane’s death, only five years previous, and the reconciliation with African roots that was strongly influencing jazz during the ’60s & ’70s. You can hear him bringing these influences together. You can hear his soul pushing him to give more. You can hear him plumbing the depths of his sorrow and the heights of his joy in remembrance of John. The solitude of a solo studio recording, without distraction from an audience, without interaction with other musicians, allows an artist to curl up into their own private space. His intense introspection penetrates through the miles of wire, electronics, and space-time that separate us from the original performance of 40 years ago.

The tunes on the CD are Naima, Promise, My Favorite Things, The Discovery, Folks. McCoy stretches out on each of them to develop his ideas, especially on The Discovery (over 17 minutes). There’s one curiosity. Although it’s billed as “unaccompanied piano solos,” and with little other information on the liner notes, cut 4, The Discovery, opens with a gong. After an extended prelude section it is closed with another gong followed by the introduction of new thematic material via solo vibraphone. Did Tyner play vibes, strike the gong? No explanation is given.

Recorded at Victor Studios in Tokyo, 11-11-1972, it’s obviously analog tape. Plenty of tape hiss accompanies the music, but despite the hiss, it’s a testament to how good analog can be when done to high standards and well remastered to digital. Tamaki Bekku’s engineering and Gary Hobish’s remastering save the day for us to enjoy it musically and sonically.

(||) Rating — Music : A ║ Performance : A+ ║ Recording : B ║ Echoes of a Friend, McCoy Tyner, Milestone Records, © 1972, 1991

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Granular Thought Modes

Equipment reviews are a ripe subject, bubbling and fragrant. Reviewers are very loquacious. They surely love the sound of their own keyboards. (Do they get paid by the word?) For the reader, it’s a mixed bag. If you can get through the first several paragraphs of pablum and fluff and the next bunch of bloated paragraphs about the physical description (that a couple of good photos could have done better), then you get down into the deep, deep doo-doo about the sound and the recordings used for evaluation.

Here are few sweet samples—

Though it has superior drive and pacing and low-bass extension, I now hear the [XYZ] as having a dry midrange, a lean midbass, and a treble that’s extended but ever so slightly grainy.

Makes me thirsty just reading it.

But I digress. . .

Really? Nah!

. . .the many drum crashes and orchestra tuttis [sic] throughout the first movement were thoroughly satisfying, as long as I didn’t turn the volume knob too far to the right.

Scary. Turn up the volume at your own risk.

The [XX] was simply devastating in its ability to naturally present a voice or oboe without false resonance but replete with subtle plosives. I used the usual singing suspects: Sara K., Lorraine Hunt Lieberson, Roy Orbison, etc. Each of these distinctive voices was, of course, instantly recognizable, but each was also definitively integrated as a single voice and source across its unique tonal range, though never isolated from the varied accompaniments.

Huh? Decipher that for me. On second thought, forget it.

The [Guppies] bass extension went on forever, rivaling that of any other speaker—including subwoofers—

They sure as hell better! He’s talking about an 800 pound, $65k pair of speakers! They better fly me to the moon too.

[MissD] had rather a grainy, forward sound quality on its high-pass outputs. The graininess disappeared after an hour or so and the forward character diminished, but did not disappear altogether. This might be a relevant factor in a system already somewhat forward in balance.

I’m still scratching my head. Maybe some of that graininess will relieve the itch.

Grain has certainly become a buzz word. Where’s the grain coming from? Grain can be synthesized and I know what it sounds like, but from an audio playback standpoint, there’s yet to be a satisfactory definition of what, if anything, ordinary audio electronics can do to a signal to make it grainy. The power of vagueness makes it a good talking point. You can toss the word about freely knowing that it makes you sound as if you know what you’re talking about without truly knowing or saying anything of substance.

And as for granular thought, let’s get to the nitty gritty. It’s become a corporate buzz word too. (Ooo baby, I love business-speak.) There’s always a new word or phrase buzzing through the world of corporate management that’s supposed to encompass some new hot way of thinking. In every instance, it’s repackaging a same’ol, same’ol idea. Slap a new word on it, empower it with repetition, pretend it’s out of the box, take it to the next level and you’ve got a holistic, mission critic sustainability that’s an actionable win-win to incentivize.

What this reveals to me are the sandy thought processes of the talkers-non-thinkers. Reviewers and corporate cheerleaders, on the surface, left unexamined, put on a good show. Lots of trendy words, catch phrases and techie jargon generously chopped up with abstruse descriptions of nebulous nonsense keeps us reading (listening and parroting) with intense attentiveness, or more likely, a dear-in-the-headlights glaze.

It’s plain to see it’s been disintermediated [sic] into entertainment. Everywhere we look the news, reviews, reports, and documentaries are gradually becoming more and more entertainment first, information a far off second, analysis not even last, simply null. What’s next? Teachers wanted, Master of Physical Comedy and two years minimum standup experience, submit CV and video.

More on grain : [Granular Synthesis]

And : [Granular Thinking]

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