| Well - I find this quite thrilling, but it makes me
incoherent. Maybe that's just how it is with things that try and
succeed to invoke childhood. What's more, Ayler's project on this
record isn't just the evocation of childhood: it's remembering, which
is very different, I think, because one can't really remember anything
until one's moved past it, at which point one can't remember at all
except through a bunch of filters, all them equally interesting and
unreliable. Hence the primacy of improvisation here: once the theme
has been let loose, everybody else responds to what they've heard,
and then the theme responds to what it's hearing said about itself,
and then somebody else plays the actual theme to see if they heard
it "right," only there is no hearing it "wrong" if
you're actually repeating what you thought you heard. |