I CAME
The music of Brad Mehldau is no stranger to my blog.
I was listening to his stuff on my iPod some nights ago right before I went to sleep, and I felt high. Like, not new-age-super-gay-OMG-existential-high. I'm talking about high-high. Like, pot high. I can't recall that ever happening to me without weed.
Most musicians allude to colors when they talk about creating or listening to music. It's an easy way to communicate why music is so tangible for some of us.
But Mehldau is the only artist I can think of who doesn't only create colors, but also shapes. And when those tonal shapes really make an effect, I feel it, absolutely physically, in my gut. It's why I have such a tendency to always go back to Mehldau. It's an unusual connection.
I'd liken the collective brainfuckedness of the series "Lost" to one minute of "Resignation." It is really an unusual piece of art, and I beg for you to listen to it not only for appreciation, but to be forever challenged.
Ridiculous.
His trio's take on Radiohead's "
Knives Out" is also noteworthy.
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I love how Radiohead is becoming the Cole Porter of our generation. Us jazz geeks love to interpret Radiohead.
The Modern Jam Session:
"Wanna play 'Misty?' "
"Sure."
"Wanna play 'Exit Music' after?"
"Duh."