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I spent
most of today getting other things together and then after dinner I
sat down. Who am I to pooh-pooh the outcry of the public? While I did
say some months back, in writing about Manfred Schoof, that I wasn’t
sure how one goes about writing on the subject of free jazz, since
the point of it is neither chops (though there are often chops aplenty)
nor energy (though some people will tell you that that’s the
point, which when they do it you are free to pat them patronizingly
on the head), I also think it’s unsporting not to give it the
occasional try. Shouldn’t I be able to write about any kind of
music I like? Is there any music so primal that it can’t be described? |
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