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So they gave Ken Vandermark a MacArthur Genius Grant a while back. Good on him. Skronkers need money. And look what it accomplished. Gave him time to practice his groovy moves. I like the way he shimmies it up with the trombone here. And the bowed bass is cooking up something awfully smokin'. Unfortunately, the song title calls this to mind.
Lately, I'm finding myself compelled to go through my records, trying to mentally revisit the downtown improv scene that I loved so much in the late '90s/early '00s. In terms of pure playing, many of the musicians are in a league of their own, the music bursting with strange colors and inspired flights. It's a drag that there's no homebase for those guys anymore, though it's pretty awesome that Roy Nathanson is my bandmate's landlord and—shameless self-promotion—will be playing on our forthcoming album.
Anyway, look out for a healthy heaping of downtown sounds on the 'blague in the near future. Here's one from Jamie Saft and Cuong Vu—two guys who'd be on anyone's list of top collaborators. I love the skewed cop show funk-esque head that they use for a jumping off point.
So they gave Ken Vandermark a MacArthur Genius Grant a while back. Good on him. Skronkers need money. And look what it accomplished. Gave him time to practice his groovy moves. I like the way he shimmies it up with the trombone here. And the bowed bass is cooking up something awfully smokin'. Unfortunately, the song title calls this to mind.
Lately, I'm finding myself compelled to go through my records, trying to mentally revisit the downtown improv scene that I loved so much in the late '90s/early '00s. In terms of pure playing, many of the musicians are in a league of their own, the music bursting with strange colors and inspired flights. It's a drag that there's no homebase for those guys anymore, though it's pretty awesome that Roy Nathanson is my bandmate's landlord and—shameless self-promotion—will be playing on our forthcoming album.
