Been waiting a good long time for this one. Here’s Vintage Guitar magazine on the tendency Bloomfield’s playing had to change people’s lives.
Mike Bloomfield had that effect on people. For a Jewish kid playing the blues in the mid ’60s, that’s no mean feat. But regardless of who his inﬂuences were and how proﬁcient he became at various styles that preceded him, there was guitar playing before Bloomﬁeld and guitar playing after Bloomﬁeld. It’s as simple as that.
The compilation comes out next month.
I’ve been waiting for this one for a LONG time. His quartet has gone through such extraordinary transformation, becoming a thing that functions on its own, with its own rules. It is wholly different than the standard approach of “jazz soloists” who operate around a preset progression, head and theme. Wayne’s music soars above all convention, defying patently inadequate titles like “free jazz” or “standards” or “acoustic quartet” or “avant garde.” It is all of that and none of that and so much more. He is quoted in the New York Times:
“We have to beware the trapdoors of the self,” he said recently.
“You think you’re the only one that has a mission,” he went on, “and your mission is so unique, and you expound this missionary process over and over again with something you call a vocabulary, which in itself becomes old and decrepit.” He laughed sharply.
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“We don’t count how much water there is in a wave when we see the ocean.”
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“To me there’s no such thing as beginning or end,” Mr. Shorter said. “I always say don’t discard the past completely because you have to bring with you the most valuable elements of experience, to be sort of like a flashlight. A flashlight into the unknown.”
80 years old and still exploring the unknown. Like he has any choice in the matter. Check out WayneShorter.com for further illumination.
Should have been 71 years old today. Here’s the quote:
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best…
In Philadelphia, we’ve seen a tremendous cottage (cheeze) industry of KoP memorial-abilia; lots of buttons and lots of t-shirts. Philebrity documented the local, entrepreneurial spirit over a week ago, and, with yesterday’s media circus heartfelt goodbye the demand is as strong as ever.
But whatever might be happening in my hometown at the street level is nothing compared to the big numbers that MJ’s untimely end is raking up. Dorothy nails it down over at Forbes.com. now all we need is for Staples to start selling the one sequined glove.