take this post, please

Doesn't seem to be much happening on the main page these days, though there's so much going on in the world. It's a helpless feeling, what with hurricanes bearing down so relentlessly on our brothers and sisters in the southeastern US, and with cookie cutter pundits waxing critical on assembly line politicians and wandering aimlessly while making people dumber in what a dear friend calls a Political Kindergarten. I can only offer diversion, and so the following are things/ideas in which I've lately found escape:

  • Lost quartets and forlorn dates:
    Johnny Griffin's Introducing Johnny Griffin is at once a hard bop firestorm and the loneliest of classic jazz performances. It's a buried treasure of sorts, one that revitalizes some standards and charges with originals encased in the spirit of the era. Lonely, because there it will sit, until you rifle through the shelves and happen upon it in your search for something else entirely, and remember inconclusively that maybe there's something special about the music inside, until you spin it again and wonder why you don't listen every day. Wynton Kelly at his bluesiest (chain), Messengers mainstay Curly Russell (capstan) and Max Roach (anchor).
  • All things Orwell (and McCarthy to boot):
    Whenever I'm in a rut or simply looking for inspiration, Orwell's the writer I most frequently embrace. Having finished a re-read of Homage to Catalonia, but not quite ready to let go of George's familiar, welcoming voice, I revisited Shooting an Elephant, perhaps his most honest bio-snippet (at least it feels that way) and skilled for its demonstration of concision. But attention has turned to Cormac McCarthy, that sure thing from the latter half of the 20th century, the one whose settings are as memorable as his characters, and then only to their own broken, regional prose.
  • Single Mode fiber optics and walking the dog:
    In all of my adult training, nothing has been as immediately beneficial as becoming a fiber optics technician. Fasten a 100 lb weight to the end of a length of fiber, 10 microns in diameter, and it will hold forever. Flick the same length laterally, with the tip of your finger, and that weight crashes to the floor. Never mind that that same strand of fiber is engineered to carry entire lives, binary representations of DNA, or all the text in the Library of Congress in record time. Think about that the next time you're favoring the mindless, or taking the beagle around the block.
  • Improv or inconsequence? 
    And does it really matter? Not so much anymore. You won't find the unmistakable heart or near-tangible humility that's in a Joe Maini solo or a Holman arrangement or a Barry Guy composition in the new breed of improv, but you'll find real music, improv that might not be as self-evident, and it's worth every ounce of patience spent. That, or it just gives you the right kind of goosebumps. Would that some of the new music (and some of its fans) could rid itself of its own awareness. Don't let it distract you that some of today's music is so conscious of its own supposed social and philosophical implications. And when music discussions here go off the deep end and finally come to rest with a childish last word, remind yourself that there's more to it than that. You just have to remember why you ever realized how much you love music in the first place.

Posted by al on September 15, 2004 8:54 PM
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Joe Maini.. he only recorded one album didn't he? Have you got it Al (details? available on CD?). If I remember right he accidentally blew his head off playing Russian roulette or something. Ouch.

Posted by: dan warburton at September 15, 2004 10:04 PM

Maini didn't have any records of his own, to my knowledge, but he owned quite a few of the dates he participated in.

About his death, Gioia says this in WEST COAST JAZZ:

"Joe Maini was 'probably one of the most talented [musicians]--raw talent--that ever lived,' Terry Gibbs has commented. 'He could play anything in any way. He was one of the greatest bebop and alto tenor players. He didn't own a clarinet, but he could play the hell out of a clarinet. He could sightread anything.' Born in Providence, Rhode Island, on February 8, 1930, Maini began playing professionally at age fourteen. After a year and a half in a federal hospital in Kentucky on narcotics charges, he came to California in the early 1950s. In the Golden State, he developed a reputation--but often for things other than music. Maini was perhaps better known as a sidekick of comedian Lenny Bruce and for his wild demeanor both on and off the bandstand. Maini's taste for the extreme led to his death from a gunshot wound on May 8, 1964. Handling a friend's gun--some say he was playing Russian roulette--Maini shot himself. He was thirty-four years old."

Posted by: al at September 16, 2004 1:15 AM

Go Namor, go! Does this mean you’re back on board the Bagamarine? Please, say it’s so, if even in an advisory capacity. Your stateroom w/ humidor & fully-stocked wet bar is waiting.

I’m a Maini-ac too, returning often to the handful of his small group sessions in my collection. My favorite of his dates are probably Kenny Drew’s TALKIN’ & WALKIN’ and Red Mitchell’s self-titled platter on Bethlehem. He’s all over those Terry Gibbs Dream Band sessions on Contemporary too. Here’s a nice website on the man w/ plenty o’ pics & a discog link: http://www.traversino.com/joe_maini_website/default.htm

Thumbs vertical on that Griff date too. Vintage “fastest tenor in the East” stuff, even the ‘ballads’ rip. A BLOWING SESSION from a couple years hence strikes me much the same way. The line-up never fails to floor (Trane, Mobes, the original Wynton, Mr. PC & Buhaina), but it gets slagged ‘cause Griff opted to tackle each of the four tunes at lightspeed tempos. I actually think it stands out/up better for this very reason. Mobley has some trouble, but Trane & leader hit the booster jets no problem.

The nihilism of McCarthy’s BLOOD MERIDIAN is seeming more and more prescient with each passing day.

What’s that fiber you write of made out of?

And how would you/others answer your last parting question? I’m curious.

Posted by: derek at September 16, 2004 5:44 AM

Al,

I didn't realize you were working with glass! You could teach me a few things. A lot of the services I sell are provisioned over single mode fiber.

Haven't heard from you in a while. You been underwater all this time?

Cary

Posted by: Cary Ralston at September 16, 2004 8:00 AM

That Griff session may have the most insane version of "Cherokee" ever waxed. And I do mean waxed.

For those of you who have heard stories about Joe Maini the prankster, be sure to pay special attention to this photo from the page Derek cited...

http://www.traversino.com/joe_maini_website/images_maini/joe_large.jpg

This is the famous photo that was used in a DOWNBEAT advertisement, IIRC. Oops.

Posted by: Joe Milazzo at September 16, 2004 8:50 AM

on the subject of fibers... is anyone outside of the few universities involved in the research talking about nanotubes yet? i don't remember the actual number at the moment, but i suspect 100lbs on 10 microns is childs play to some of of these woven fulleride threads.

i dunno how long they are yet, either.

m

Posted by: mark at September 16, 2004 10:08 AM

Mark, we've heard nothing beyond speculation. With the Navy's contracting, it'll be years until the supercool technology's in use.

Cary, google it. Nothing to fiber. Less complicated than copper. And it's fucking simple to troubleshoot if your network or signal path ever goes down, bless it.

Thanks for the Maini link, guys! What a great little site.

To answer your question, Derek, it's been answered, hasn't it?

Posted by: al at September 16, 2004 2:54 PM

Thanks for the website link. Does anyone know if that 1957 Jimmy Knepper Quintet album is available on CD?

Posted by: dan warburton at September 16, 2004 9:51 PM

Dan -- the Maini / Knepper session is included on both the Mingus COMPLETE DEBUT RECORDINGS box and on the single CD issue DEBUT RARITIES VOLUME 1, both from Fantasy.

http://www.fantasyjazz.com/catalog/mingus_c_cat.html

Posted by: Joe Milazzo at September 17, 2004 6:02 AM

Hey, Al, as I mentioned elsewhere in response to your recent Orwell epiphany, you should check out "Down & Out in Paris and London" too.

Posted by: walto at September 17, 2004 7:08 AM

Thanks Joe - I figured it might be in the Debut box, which I don't have, but didn't know about the other one.

Posted by: dan warburton at September 17, 2004 8:29 AM

"Would that some of the new music (and some of its fans) could rid itself of its own awareness. Don't let it distract you that some of today's music is so conscious of its own supposed social and philosophical implications. And when music discussions here go off the deep end and finally come to rest with a childish last word, remind yourself that there's more to it than that. You just have to remember why you ever realized how much you love music in the first place." (see top of the page)

Now that all's (again) quiet on the transatlantic front (obedient to Dan's Picassoan
"Voulez-vous vous taire...Au dodo, au dodo. Savez-vous l'heure qu'il est?") I may be permitted to deep-end a potentially (and maddeningly) conscious dis/c/concussion with a childish last word from Mozart's Despina, Al, who seems to view men the way you view (some? most?) written opinions concerning music:
-Uno val l'altro, perche nessun val nulla.
(loosely translated: one is as good as the other because neither is worth a thing.)
or Picasso again:
-Cigarette 1, cigarette 2, cigarette 3, un deux trois, un plus deux plus trois egale a six cigarettes; une fumee, l'autre grillee et la troisieme rotie au feu sur le gril.

childish, indeed. last words, indeed. ai ai (ouch).

Posted by: miller at September 17, 2004 10:36 AM

I was told there would be no math...

Posted by: al at September 17, 2004 10:48 AM

I prefer Blackjack gum.

Posted by: derek at September 17, 2004 11:08 AM

Remove the cipherin' and you might get Bill Shakespeare's

"God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man, after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?"

(HAMLET, Act II, Scene II)

Posted by: Joe Milazzo at September 17, 2004 11:29 AM


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