Sunday, August 14, 2016
Wags like to suggest that even bad pizza is good. The same can’t be said for jazz. When jazz is bad, it’s really bad. I attended a disturbingly uninspired performance last week. Watching musicians bury their noses in sheet music during round after round of drab solos was excruciating. At a time when the jazz scene is being enlivened by scores of inventive musicians, joyless facsimiles of Cannonball Adderley’s 1958 album Somethin’ Else are intolerable.
(Original image by Plastic Sax.)