The angry man of jazz, Charles Mingus, tearing it up near the end of his prime, in 1993.
Thanks to my friend Barry Braxton, who posts some rather amazing things on a frequent basis.
The angry man of jazz, Charles Mingus, tearing it up near the end of his prime, in 1993.
Thanks to my friend Barry Braxton, who posts some rather amazing things on a frequent basis.
I’m very hesitant to call the music of George Avramidis jazz. It’s ‘jazz’ in the way that The Durutti Column is. It is, yet, not quite. There’s a dark vibe hiding underneath, which belongs to a class of musicians who I feel would include The Necks, among others. Really worthwhile listening here.
You can purchase George’s new album here, courtesy of Amazon.com.
Though I love racket in all its forms, I’m also trying to wind down this evening. The gentle tenor sax of Zoot Sims has placed me into a very pleasant mood.

I grew up as a fan of bebop as a wonderful expression of jazz, and had a healthy respect of the musical abilities of Yusuf Lateef, who recently expired at the age of 93.
The connection between bebop and some forms of Islam seems paradoxical to me, however. Political analyst Daniel Pipes writes on the curious tie between these two camps at his blog.
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