Stanley Jordan - State of Nature

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Mack Avenue

Stanley Jordan’s career has covered a curiously incongruous course. A meteoric ascendancy in the Eighties via a series of strong-selling albums on Blue Note put him in a position rivaling Pat Metheny. That status as guitar wunderkind hinged mainly on his method of playing multiple melodic and chordal parts simultaneously, a system modestly called “tapping”. The arrival of the Nineties saw his celebrity wane somewhat and then he inexplicably pulled a Tal Farlow, dropping off the scene for the much of the next decade. The whys and wherefores of that decision are still largely a mystery, but it appears that parts of the hiatus included time spent teaching, owning and managing a bookstore in Sedona, Arizona, and attending the ASU Master’s in Music Therapy program.

Mack Avenue is banking on a full blown resurgence with this record and it seems like a good bet assuming they hit the right markets. Jordan’s prodigious chops are intact and the nearly 80-minute program provides ample opportunity for him to show them off. Bassist Charnett Moffett (christened “charismatic” in the press copy, who am I to argue?) and drummers David Haynes and Kenwood Dennard, all seasoned veterans of the sort of fusion-leaning fare that Jordan favors, supply able sidemen support, but the spotlight is almost always on Jordan’s frets. The opening “A Place in Space” leaves no doubt as to Jordan’s plectral credentials and he sounds like an über-Wes Montgomery, voicing octaves and tightly braided note patterns with a velocity and precision that is almost machine-like. The program is wantonly eclectic encompassing an expected contingent of jazz tunes along with variable stabs at world music, pop classical and bread and butter fusion.

“All Blues” is the first of several tracks that finds him doubling on piano, and purportedly playing it concurrently with guitar and coming at the familiar modal progression from several angles. Horace Silver’s “Song for My Father” receives a similar-minded treatment with more dazzling fret play. Three interstitial pieces in the set’s second half, numbered “Mind Games”, feel more like filler. “Forest Garden”, “Adante from Mozart’s Piano Concerto” and “Healing Waves” make use of gilded guitar chords, soothing piano and arco strings, often to unfortunate treacly effect. “Insensatez” and “Ocean Breeze” explore Brazilian and Indian ethnicities, respectively. Jordan saves the real fusion popcorn fare for the final third and while the kernels fail to pop with my sensibilities the slowed down Satriani-style wailing that suffuses “Shadow Dance” is still strangely sort of endearing. He even revisits Joe Jackson’s “Steppin’ Out”, second cousin to the equally then-ubiquitous “Axel F”. In sum, it’s a blend of stellar playing and often sub par material, a stumbling point not coincidentally indicative of his past work as well.

~ Derek Taylor

Posted by derek on April 2, 2008 2:23 PM
Comments

Is that a recent photo? The guy's 50 next year after all.

Posted by: Dan Warburton at April 3, 2008 6:44 AM

You ain't seen how young I look at 44, Doctor Death!

I still like Jordan's version of "Eleanor Rigby", BTW.

Posted by: Massimo Ricci at April 3, 2008 10:29 AM

Yeah, dude’s been regularly realigning his chakras at the vortexes in Sedona, methinks. Doesn’t look a day over 30.

Jordan’s got major talent, IMO. The chief problem stems from his sweet tooth for poppish pap, an affliction shared by Jamaladeen Tacuma. When he shaves off all the syrup and cream the stuff underneath can be mighty nourishing.

Wow, that’s halfway to 88, Massimo, do you play the piano? :) I’m halfway to 72 myself.

Posted by: derek at April 4, 2008 5:52 AM

When Jordan's fame was cresting I could not stand to hear his Blue Note records. Just hated it. Seemed like a lot of gimmick and not much substance. Then I accidentally saw him play in a great setting.

The occasion was the Sun Ra memorial concert at the Bottom Line in New York, the same day as Ra's funeral. Several Arkestra members flew back from the funeral the same day to make the gig. The band (led by the ailing but awesome John Gilmore) played 2 sets of fantastic music and various people got up to sit in. One of them was Mr. Jordan, who was totally incredible. His playing was way more dissonant and expressive than what I had heard previously. His engagement with the rest of the band was deep. His sound was darker and thicker than on his records. And no pop sensibility was displayed. I left that gig still having no interest in buying his records, but I will never diss the man's musicianship and creativity.

Maybe he's sort of a Dave Sanborn of the guitar. He's really a cool guy and a great player with very cool background, but those records...! Aaagh!


Posted by: Reuben at April 4, 2008 10:38 AM

"Wow, that’s halfway to 88, Massimo, do you play the piano?"

Yes Derek - like Cecil Taylor plays guitar!

And I agree with you on Tacuma. I have a sweet spot for that kind of light fusion sometimes, and I remember a couple of Jamaladeen's records that I liked a while back ("Music World" comes to mind).

Confession time: I'm a big fan of Kazumi Watanabe's "Mobo Club", although I consider "Tokyo Joe" by Watanabe and Ryuichi Sakamoto the most absurdly ridiculous album that I've ever heard. Did you ever listen to that one? Hilarious. A cross of B-movie and Donna Summer (the disco queen, not the namesake electronic artist) sung in Japanese-cartoon soundtrack style. Simmons drums all over the place going "wheeeo-wheeo-wheeo"...

Posted by: Massimo Ricci at April 4, 2008 10:47 AM

Re: photo. Don't forget photoshop, guys.

Posted by: Vincent Kargatis at April 5, 2008 4:12 AM


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