To Carlos Loaiza, committed to the jazz
Who are the ones that we are lifted? Philosophers, artists and the saints: Here are the true men,
men who are separated from the animal kingdom.
Nietzsche, Inactuales Considerations
I write from the tremor of bliss, since epilepsy of ecstasy. Since the implosion of the heart and the seizure of the spirit. I rose up in the word you want to appoint the outrageousness of the drunkenness. On the night of the past thirty-one of December of the year two thousand thirteen, while the deafening blasts of the ballots announced the end of the year and the beginning of a new year, Ornette Coleman aullaba, booty, in the musical production that bears the name "Twins", published in 1960
I write from the tremor of bliss, since epilepsy of ecstasy. Since the implosion of the heart and the seizure of the spirit. I rose up in the word you want to appoint the outrageousness of the drunkenness. On the night of the past thirty-one of December of the year two thousand thirteen, while the deafening blasts of the ballots announced the end of the year and the beginning of a new year, Ornette Coleman aullaba, booty, in the musical production that bears the name "Twins", published in 1960. A shamelessly sublime for the ears conventional and orthodox. A cry of rebellion against society comfortable bourgeois in their habits. A music praises anti-conformist, even for the lovers of the more 'checkerboard' jazz.
The Prometheus Ornette divesting its fire on the night of slumber decembrino, in a small apartment and ordenadisimo whose main attraction, in the center, is a pictorial box of enormous size, with the face of Sonny Rollins staring at, supported by the huge mouth of a wind instrument. Rectangular space so neat as its owner, who has in the wall on the left a photo collage with prominent figures of jazz, located in a corner of the conventional, sanctimonious and apostolic population of Rionegro, in the middle of Antioquia, Colombia.
Memorable night, I say, in the middle of the carnivalesque theater end of the year that masks, subtly, the tedium to the almanac with your sarcastic and silent guillotine. They had already gone through this dial(1) Charles Tayler, the child screams his whoop; Eric Dolphy Kids and his clarinet insane; Sonny Rollins in its opacity bright, an introduction 'supernatural' in "Wapango"; the thorny bandoneon of Astor Piazzolla…and some good beers adobando the crispy fish/tilapia. Ornette Coleman is, in its meaning more provocative, innovative and precursor, the Baudelaire of jazz. If with the French poet is born modern poetry, with Coleman is born the mockery more wonderful that has ever existed in the history of western music: free jazz.
Before your music I'm still an apprentice (from that distant day to listen to him in a white cassette, stolen from the bookstore where i worked. It off immediately. I thought it would be disastrous ), but at the same time, a be happy to receive his eternal teaching aesthetics.
The personality of the musician texano is perfectly portrayed in which made the essayist Andres Holguin of Parisian writer: "Is the lucidity in the middle of the delirium of their senses, it is a intelligence amazingly clear that looks serenely crazed dance their passions. His violent personality and tender, nourished by absentia" (2). In the excellent box-set "Beauty is a rare thing" combines the ideas of maverick Ornette Coleman in six compact disc, compilation carried out in 1993 and that meets all their recordings for the mythical Atlantic seal of the decade of the 60's and part of the 70 ( "The shape of Jazz to Come"; "Change of the Century"; "This is our Music"; Free Jazz; "Ornette"; Ornette on Tenor"; "The Art of The Inprovisers"; "Twins"; "To whom who keeps a record" ).
Listen to each one of these topics (and there are fifty seven) is to participate in a ritual of vertigo and purification, vigorous and fruitful madness. Ornette said: "There is a music that has the quality to preserve life". There is another way to understand their spiritual strength, his courage artistic? Baudelaire appointed him to his own way: "Et ce monde un étrange rendait une musique" (3). His singing does not cease to be a flood, a hurricane refreshing, and in turn, moving. The phrasing and the lyricism of his saxophone buxom, next to the sarcastic humor of Don Cherry in the trumpet, the galloping accurately under Charlie Haden and the coup d'état titanic of Ed Blackwell in the battery, shattered our way of thinking 'dualist', to give way to a colorful range of nuances and surprises.
A hero who only seeks to overcome if same, breaking political paradigms, i.e. the vision of art permanently bombard the roughness of the everyday life with its static paradigms. "You've pressed the fund/and in the fund had not abyss/but joy. /You had liked find despair, rupture. /Even denial of the i. /but not joy! /who could expect joy down there? /who was going to imagine it? /who would think? " (4).
(1) Term used by the Argentine writer Julio Cortázar in Hopscotch book to refer to the hearings of discs made by a group of friends called The Club of the Snake.
(2) "Anthology of French poetry": Andres Holguin. Panamericana Bogotá 2001
(3) " …and was heaving that world music a rare…"
(4) book of poems "The Rhythm Section", by Miguel Serrano Larraz
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