I can talk about shoes, clothes, fashion and food all day long. As my family and friends can all attest, I will complain until my turns blue but for some silly reason I have had an awful time finding a way to write about this Cd.
About music. It's really strange how something I care so much about could be so difficult to write about, but it is. The disc is great. I'd always heard my classmates talk about Sonny Rollins and how much they enjoyed his playing (or jazz terms, how heavy he was...and not physically). I never really checked him out and never really engaged in conversation about him. I usually nodded mindlessly and turned into a conversation with another person, or changed the subject. Guilty. I am totally guilty of being a jazz major and not having ever sat down and listened to him. Phew finally, I said it out loud.
That's not to say however that I didn't enjoy it. I loved it. It was simple and to the point. His playing felt clear and honest, which to me IS the point of music. His solos weren't littered with mindless patterns and expansive, superfluous lines, rather they were directed by a clear idea and emotion. All that said, it was enhanced by the bare, but supportive background of Wilbur Ware on bass and Elvin Jones on drums (Donald Bailey and Pete La Roca are heard on A Night in Tunisia). His rendition of Softly As In A Morning Sunrise was definitely my favourite part of the 2 disc album.
Anyways, that's about as into it I can get tonight. My head is still throbbing and some foreign body is still waging a war against my immune system in the interior of body. So, on that note it is in fact time for some night time Tylenol cold, some ginger lemon tea and a night filled with sleep (I'm keeping my fingers crossed!). So on that note, sweet dreams and good night.
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