Tuesday, February 28, 2012

"Self Promotion"

The following is an email I sent to a "new coffee shop" posting on craigslist, wanting to bands to provide music and play only for tips, for the sake of self-promotion.

"Hello
I am writing to you as I have just read your posting on craigslist. As a professional and gigging musician, it is unfair to boast a performance venue for "self promotion" sake. Musicians need to make money to live and survive, just like any profession. There would be no difference between that and for me to host a private party, and have your employees at the coffee shop come by and provide food and drink for "self promotion," for your business, while not paying you, but letting you put out a tip jar. Musicians have to take lessons, pay for their equipment, and spend countless hours practicing and rehearsing to hone a craft. It is dishonest and condescending to play up "self promotion" when all you are doing is hoping that the band brings in clientele, at little to no charge for your own business, to make money off of them. You need to pay your musicians if you are going to have live music, otherwise you are undercutting the rest of us out there who are trying to make a career out of music. The more this happens, the more the product of music suffers as younger and more amateur players are providing less than satisfactory music for free to venues around town, and professional musicians are out of work. I hope you read this note and think about the bigger picture, as Fort Collins and Colorado is a beautiful and thriving area to make music, and there is nothing positive that you are doing by providing "self promotion" opportunities to these musicians, unless you are paying them.

Sincerely,
-Matt Smiley"

Monday, February 20, 2012

Quartet Art CDs are in AND CD RELEASE SHOW!


The "Quartet Art" CDs are in! Also, playing the first CD Release concert this Wednesday night, at 7pm at Dazzle in Denver, CO (details here), featuring Ryan Fourt and Josh Reed who are on the album, and featuring Ben Waters and Josh Quinlan. The band sounds great, and it's going to be a killin' show! Eventually I will upload, if the audio turns out well, of the show onto my bandcamp page.

If anyone is interested in a CD of Matt Smiley's "Quartet Art," you can email me at 1smileymn + @ + gmail.com.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Tony Malaby "Cosas" Version One


This is my first in depth post on the music. Go here to the scribd site to see my uploaded PDF transcription of Tony Malaby's "Cosas" from the 1993 album "Cosas" with Joey Sellers on trombone, Michael Formanek on bass, and Billy Mintz on drums.

Here's the analysis with time markings in the 9 minute and 14 second track:

0:01 -> 0:43

Free, playful dialogue between the tenor sax and trombone, and after a short melodic cue from the trombone, the bass enters.

0:44-> 0:57

During the free trio, the bassist Formanek goes into a repetitive drone, and eventually the trio hits a chord together. There is a brief pause and then some free playing, using parts of the melody, which I've notated out in bar 10.

0:58-> 2:13

The drums come in to set up bar 17, and 4 bars later at marker A is where the form begins. There is an active melody, rhythmic unison with tenor sax and trombone, melodic unison, and double bass playing off of line, in time. The melody fits over the form of "All the things you are," but I want to listen to more versions of the tune before I spell out any specific harmonies. There are dissonant ends of phrase, more held out chords, more harmonies with the horns, back to first melodic statement.

2:14 -> 3:20

Marked at letter B, bar 57 in my chart, there is a breakdown to bass and drums, seems kind of free, trombone comes in once with a line that starts on the 9th bar of the form. Now there are lots of space between the drums and bass, bass solo, and I can hear the "All the things you are form, with the Cosas melody quoted some.

3:21 -> 5:25

The tenor solo enters, still seems free, with the hinted at form of "All the things you are," quotes one of the melodic figures. Formanek is playing some definite Charlie haden-isms, and there are some hinted at Ornette lines with Malaby, quoting off of the melody, and building into figures.

5:25 -> 6:49

The tenor sax and trombone play an interlude melody which is at 62 in my chart. There is a trombone solo with arco bass (the bass plays mostly long tone chords/harmonics) freely i.e. David Izenon, with drums accompaniment. The trombonist Sellers uses several of quotes of the Cosas melody in his solo, which is over the form.

6:50 -> 7:43

The tenor sax comes in, and plays a unison melody with the bowed bass to accompany the trombone solo. The tenor and bass are freely accompanying the trombone during the rest of the solo.

7:44 -> 9:13

The band plays the four bar melody that is at the end of the form, the same way the inhead is played. Formanek's arco bass plays some melodic figure unison/harmony with the horn players, while also playing some harmonics. It sounds like it is still over the form of "All the things you are, and ends with a long held out chord.


That's it, my first analysis, on this version of "Cosas." Next up is the recorded version from the record "Sabino" seven years later in 2000, with Malaby, Formanek, Marc Ducret on guitar, and Tom Rainey on drums. If anyone has trouble getting the pdf off of the scribd site, email me at 1smileymn + @ + gmail.com and I'll send you the pdf.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Start of a series: Tony Malaby


Part ONE, TWO and THREE here of Tony Malaby's Apparitions Quartet live, with John Hollenbeck, Tom Rainey and Drew Gress! I'm working on a long term study/transcription blog process comparing different versions of Malaby's compositions, performed with different ensembles. Be on the lookout for "Cosas," and for now enjoy the music!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

A THROW OF THE DICE WILL NEVER ABOLISH CHANCE

A throw of the dice will never abolish chance by Stephane Mallerme, translated by A. S. Kline:

A THROW OF THE DICE













NEVER





EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL
CIRCUMSTANCE



OF A SHIPWRECK’S DEPTH








Can be

only

the Abyss
raging
whitened
stalled
beneath the desperately
sloping incline
of its
own wing
through an advance falling back from ill to take flight
and veiling the gushers
restraining the surges

gathered far within
the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail

almost matching
its yawning depth to the wingspan like a hull

of a vessel
rocked from side to side






THE MASTER beyond former calculations
where the lost manoeuvre with the age
rose
implying that formerly he grasped the helm
of this conflagration of the concerted
horizon at his feet

that readies itself
moves and merges
with the blow that grips it
as one threatens fate and the winds

the unique Number which cannot be another
Spirit
to hurl it
into the storm
relinquish the cleaving there and pass proudly
hesitates
a corpse pushed back by the arm from the secret
rather
than taking sides
a hoary madman
on behalf
of the waves
one overwhelms the head
flows through the submissive beard
straight shipwreck that of the man
without a vessel
empty
no matter where





ancestrally never to open the fist
clenched
beyond the helpless head
a legacy in vanishing
to someone
ambiguous
the immemorial ulterior demon
having
from non-existent regions
led
the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability
this
his childlike shade
caressed and smoothed and rendered
supple by the wave and shielded
from hard bone lost between the planks
born
of a frolic
the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea
making a vain attempt
an Engagement
whose
dread the veil of illusion rejected
as the phantom of a gesture
will tremble
collapse
madness
WILL NEVER ABOLISH





AS IF

A simple insinuation

into silence entwined with irony
or
the mystery
hurled
howled

in some close swirl of mirth and terror

whirls round the abyss
without scattering
or dispersing

and cradles the virgin index there



AS IF









a solitary plume overwhelmed


untouched that a cap of midnight grazes or encounters
and fixes
in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter

that rigid whiteness

derisory
in opposition to the heavens
too much so
not to signal
closely
any

bitter prince of the reef

heroically adorned with it
indomitable but contained
by his petty reason virile

in lightning









anxious
expiatory and pubescent
dumb laughter

that
IF


The lucid and lordly crest of vertigo
on the invisible brow
sparkles
then shades
a slim dark tallness upright
in its siren coiling
at the moment
of striking
through impatient ultimate scales bifurcated

a rock

a deceptive manor
suddenly
evaporating in fog

that imposed
limits on the infinite





IT WAS THE NUMBER
stellar outcome
WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED
other than as a fragmented agonised hallucination


WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED
a surging that denied and closed when visible
at last
by some profusion spreading in sparseness
WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED



to the fact of the total though as little as one

WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED

IT WOULD BE
WORSE
no
more nor less
indifferently but as much CHANCE

Falls
the plume
rhythmic suspense of the disaster
to bury itself
in the original foam
from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit
faded
by the same neutrality of abyss









NOTHING

of the memorable crisis
where the event
matured accomplished in sight of all non-existent
human outcomes

WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
a commonplace elevation pours out absence

BUT THE PLACE
some lapping below as if to scatter the empty act
abruptly that otherwise
by its falsity
would have plumbed
perdition

in this region
of waves
in which all reality dissolves





EXCEPT
at the altitude
PERHAPS
as far as a place fuses with beyond
outside the interest
signalled regarding it
in general
in accord with such obliquity through such declination
of fire
towards
what must be
the Wain also North
A CONSTELLATION
cold with neglect and desuetude
not so much though
that it fails to enumerate
on some vacant and superior surface
the consecutive clash
sidereally
of a final account in formation
attending
doubting
rolling
shining and meditating
before stopping
at some last point that crowns it



All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice