From the Collection, Week 2
August 21st 2007 16:46
They say order came out of chaos. Or is it chaos our of order?
That's a question I've asked myself while listening to Charles Mingus' album"
The Black Saint and The Sinner Lady.
Is it chaotic order, or ordered chaos?
Or is that strange in between, the link, like that between Id and Ego.
This album continues to make my mind wobble and impregnates strange images in my head.
What can I say- this is one of the greatest jazz records I have ever heard.
I first picked this up because a) I like jazz and Charles Mingus, and b) the quote on the front of the album which says: Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet.
I don't know what it was about the line, some kind of strange beautiful revelation of what was within, but it sealed the deal.
Now here is an album that just sounds liek an inner demon. A fight, a conflict, with the world as percieved by someone with the ability to speak out to whoever would listen, but ended up being locked up in Bellevue for a time as well as being convicted of assault.
Mingus doesn't seem to be the happiest of men.
But, in the liner notes, we are told "Mingus is ingenius."
And that's the truth.
While this album may not be for that kind of Kenny G smooth jazz shit that plays while you're in the elevator or some overly priced minimalist restaurant (I mean really, who wants to listen to that anyways?) this album should be owned by everyone.
The layers of this album are amazing all on themselves. The first track -"Track A- Solo Dancer"- has the drum making us count at least THREE different beats and times...from one drum. Amazing, no?
It's escapists jazz. No...it's the kind of jazz that hijacks you and drops you off in the desert and laughs as it watches you trying to find your way back to civilization.
It takes your mind and sucks you in, you find yourself following one melody on the piano only for it to change completely and your stuck on a saxaphone or Mingus's bass strings and then your bombarded by flamenco guitar and then you come to the realization: you don't want to find your way out of this desert.
Black Saint and the Sinner Lady makes you feel the rage of the repressed and the hope of the revolutionary at the same time and gives off the air of some kind of audio nirvana that even Siddhartah would be amazed to discover.
So as track 4 "Mode D- Trio and Group Dancers" tells us
"Stop! Look! and Sing Songs of Revolutions!"
"...then Farewell, My Beloved, 'til It's Freedom Day"("Mode F- Group and Solo Dance)
Your M.C.
-Logan
That's a question I've asked myself while listening to Charles Mingus' album"
The Black Saint and The Sinner Lady.
Is it chaotic order, or ordered chaos?
Or is that strange in between, the link, like that between Id and Ego.
This album continues to make my mind wobble and impregnates strange images in my head.
What can I say- this is one of the greatest jazz records I have ever heard.
I first picked this up because a) I like jazz and Charles Mingus, and b) the quote on the front of the album which says: Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet.
Now here is an album that just sounds liek an inner demon. A fight, a conflict, with the world as percieved by someone with the ability to speak out to whoever would listen, but ended up being locked up in Bellevue for a time as well as being convicted of assault.
Mingus doesn't seem to be the happiest of men.
But, in the liner notes, we are told "Mingus is ingenius."
And that's the truth.
While this album may not be for that kind of Kenny G smooth jazz shit that plays while you're in the elevator or some overly priced minimalist restaurant (I mean really, who wants to listen to that anyways?) this album should be owned by everyone.
The layers of this album are amazing all on themselves. The first track -"Track A- Solo Dancer"- has the drum making us count at least THREE different beats and times...from one drum. Amazing, no?
It's escapists jazz. No...it's the kind of jazz that hijacks you and drops you off in the desert and laughs as it watches you trying to find your way back to civilization.
Black Saint and the Sinner Lady makes you feel the rage of the repressed and the hope of the revolutionary at the same time and gives off the air of some kind of audio nirvana that even Siddhartah would be amazed to discover.
So as track 4 "Mode D- Trio and Group Dancers" tells us
"Stop! Look! and Sing Songs of Revolutions!"
"...then Farewell, My Beloved, 'til It's Freedom Day"("Mode F- Group and Solo Dance)
Your M.C.
-Logan
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