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Because the trick with free jazz is how personal the relationship between
listener and artist becomes. This, to me, is a great paradox: how
can pieces which were created with little or no conscious intention
on the parts of their creators come off more emotional than do intentionally
and successfully sad songs, or angry ones, or anthems? But the person
who sits down with Alexander von Schlippenbach’s The Living
Music and listens as hard as he can, truly opening his or her ears
to the interaction between the musicians, to the spaces between the
notes, and to the transitory rhythms - well, it’s an emotional
experience that awaits that person. Unless that person is my Dad.
He hates this kind of thing. |
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