What You'll Find Here: Music, Movies and Me

Since May 1976, I have written in journals. When I have nothing particularly resonant to say about my own inner turmoil, philosophic ramblings, sexual peccadillos or whining on about the state of the world around me...I have always fallen back on reporting the cultural time consumption that takes up in inordinate portion of my daily goings on.

In the 40+ years since my first concerts seeing Children's Symphony presentations on Sundays at the Pasadena Civic or The Hot Jazz Society's monthly Dixieland romps in an old meeting hall on the edge of the L.A. "River" across from Griffith Park, I have been sold heavily on the magic of live music. As Neil Young so aptly put it, "Live music is better bumper stickers should be issued."

Growing up a few orange groves and canyons length away from Hollywood also contributed greatly to my family's addiction to movie going. From the time I was a small there were weekly trips to the drive-in theaters that dotted the landscape, or the local Temple theater for the Saturday matinees. Once in a while we'd drive the 12 miles into Hollywood and see something in one of the magnificent old movie palaces like Grauman's Chinese, the Egyptian, The Pantages or later the Cinerama Dome. My dad loved Westerns and War movies, as if he didn't get enough shoot-'em-up as an L.A. County Sheriff in his day gig, my mom adored musicals and comedies. My brother and I loved them all.

At SDSU, I played in my first gigging band and began booking concerts on campus as part of the well-funded Cultural Arts Board, kindling for my future life in and around music.

So it's not surprising that my first jobs out of college were working in local video rental places (which were all the rage) or managing a couple of Sam Goody record stores in Mall's on the East Coast where we marveled at the new CD format and sold the first home computers and video games (yes Commodore and Pong and Atari).

So these are really just extensions of all of those journal entries talking about the great new movies I was seeing and LPs/CDs I was listening to.

Though iPODS/iPADs, apps, smart phones and downloads now make music and movies accessible in your own pocket, there is still nothing like sitting in front of a stack of speakers with a room full of people swaying to music created before your eyes. Nor is there anything that works quite so well for me to escape the real world and all of it's pressures just outside than two hours in a dark theater, absorbing the stories flickering across that wide screen as they pull you into their world.

But a really good taco runs a close third...

Saturday, September 24, 2011

CD REVIEW: Bonebridge / Erik Friedlander

The cello has never been known as a real genre-busting instrument in general music circles. In fact, other than the occasional solo in E.L.O. (which was more of a contrived concept than even a break-through) or the trendy style-hopping of the still decidedly classically entrenched Yo-Yo Ma, or the edgier leanings of the KRONOS QUARTET, there have been very few cellists who have spent their careers hopping from idea to idea, style to style. Avant-jazz/rocker, the late Tom Cora seems the only real model. Sure there have been cello-sightings through out the jazz world for years, Mingus but generally they were either instances of the instrument used in a basically jazz formula or as colorization or thematic foils as in some of the Third Stream music of the late fifties/early sixties.

Cellist Friedlander has been part of the NYC underground scene for years while not remaining true to any die-hard stylistic tendencies other than that of change. While he has been heard in avant-garde, chamber, Easter European, rock, and free jazz ensembles over the years making his rep playing sessions and/or gigs with John Zorn, Dave Douglas, Joe Lovano, Myra Melford and Marty Ehrlich.

What Erik Friedlander has done with his latest recording, Bonebridge (also the name of the ensemble) has been to simplify the melodies, clean up the harmonies and dissonance into a more rural sound where bluegrass, Appalachia, and Delta immediacy, converge with swinging rhythm and jazz improvisation. It is, in essence a strings album with cello, the upright bass of Trevor Dunn and the slide guitar of Doug Wamble joined by drummer Mike Sarin’s delicate drive. Wamble’s Southern sensibility as a jazz player known for his affinity for rootsy blues and seminal country textures is a perfect foil for Friedlander’s vision. Sarin and Dunn’s simpatico playing comes from their time as 2/3 of the cellist’s Broken Arm Trio.




Bonebridge is an incredibly listenable album which transcends the jazz categorization in which Friedlander has most frequently been pigeonholed. The music’s melodies are, for the most part, tinged with a rootsy Americana vibe but less stylized then Bill Frisell’s best-known excursions of similar textural reference. My initial thought on first listen was that this music hung on the “New Acoustic” shingle from which sprang Bela Fleck, Mark O’Connor and Viktor Krauss. That genre’s more overt bluegrass and Gypsy stylings are hinted at but the compositions here are emboldened by a concrete jazz sensibility in the way the musicians react to one another. Not overtly swing driven like Grisman or classically emboldened or slickly countrified like some of the more ambitious music of the genre, but taking the music into a more simple and rootsy space balanced by some very melodic choices out of the bluesy Southern rock vibe at times. Coupled with occasional outside elements from the underground jazz school and virtuosic playing from all involved, Bonebridge creates a roots-based primitive feel intrinsic to much of the great music of the aforementioned genres. Catchy, tasteful, communicative yet still challenging enough in the sheer instrumental prowess and succinct point of view. Loved it.

Here is Friedlander in other contexts...



above: Masada String Trio: Erik Friedlander: cello, Greg Cohen: bass, Mark Feldman: violin



above: Bar Kokhba - live in Marciac 2007 // Marc Ribot - guitar / Mark Feldman - violin / Erik Friedlander - cello / Greg Cohen - bass / Cyro Baptista - percussion / Joey Baron - drums / John Zorn - conductor


www.erikfriedlander.com


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