Shaku Joseph Jarman - Thanks!

The Free Jazz Collective 0

By Stef

From his earliest recording, "Song For" (Delmark, 1967) - with Fred Anderson on tenor, William Brimfield on trumpet, Christoffer Gaddy on piano and marimba, Charles Clark on bass, and Steve McCall on drums - energy and freedom are the main ingredients of this highly infectious music, including the remarkable "Non-cognitive Aspects Of The City", which would become the title of an album by the Art Ensemble Of Chicago in 2006 : the piece isn't anything you've heard in music before: loose structure, no rhythm, poetry, a drum solo, and a feeling that the music can move in any direction at any moment, as if it flows without purpose or sense of direction ... and long moments of silence. And yet it's magnificent.

The following text comes from a Downbeat review of the concert, and especially this track:
“Sound effects came from behind the curtains, curious knocking, whistling effects, and birdlike sounds from Jarman’s flute. Jarman and Clark rushed from the curtains reading poetry in counterpoint and ringing bells. The curtains parted to reveal a psychedelic setting: variously hued lights flashed, junk was piled like Rauschenberg sculpture, clothes were strewn everywhere, giant pop-poster canvases of Ku Klux Klansmen and Alabama sheriffs hung high at stage rear … stage lights went on. A couple strolled on stage, drinking from paper cups, and the music came liced with phonic imagery. Lights flashed on an off. There was a murder, and the body, fallen amid the junk on the floor, was hauled away. (Fred) Anderson came to center stage and began a blues line. There were angry shouts from the rear of the auditorium by some of the musicians. Jarman walked onstage and picked up his horn to join the fray. (Thurman) Barker glided from meter to meter, waltzing and grinding straight ahead”.

Listen also to Song For Christopher, on his second LP, "As If It Were The Seasons" also on Delmark, in 1968, a long tribute to the band's pianist who had just passed away at the age of 24. This is free jazz almost in its purest form: a twenty-minute long collective outburst of all possible emotions, yet delivered with such expressive power and disciplined freedom that it almost hurts. A tentet with all musicians playing a myriad of other small instruments next to their lead instrument, and not one second of the music is limited or constrained by conventions or possible audience expectations.

Jarman's concerts were complete shows, with visual art, poetry, dance, theater and of course music. He used smoke machines, had artists walk through the audience, or actors with loud transistor radios, jugglers and tumblers. At times he only gave poetry performances, with an assortment of little bells and gongs to accompany him. It was already then that he felt attracted to buddhism - and eventually he was officially ordained in 1990. One of his first 'buddhist' performances in 1968 in Chicago was inspired by the Tibetan Book of the Dead, for which he invited his old friend Roscoe Mitchell, and in the company of two other young musicians: Lester Bowie and Malachi Favors. That was the beginning of the Art Ensemble of Chicago, and history was made. In parallel he deepened his knowledge of Zen buddhism, and of aikido, the martial art for which he had a fifth degree black belt.

Listening back to Jarman's first recordings, they are still incredibly strong, fresh, modern, appealing and hugely relevant. Fans of the AEC will recognise his musical imprint on the ultimate sound of the legendary band. Jarman's music is one of endless possibilities, madness, anger and the creation of a sense of spiritual communion, not only among the band members, but also including the audience. Despite all the theatricality of the performances, the actual shape of the music, how it sounds, with all its unpolished beauty, its emotions and spiritual depth, is more important. This is not just music, it's a happening, it's a life experience, it's experiencing life.

I will leave it up to our readers to follow his mostly known further career. He has always remained true to his initial musical and spiritual philosophy.

Since the early 2000s, he was confronted with several recurrences of cancer, which also led to his untimely death, at the age of 81.

Listening back to what he achieved, and what he meant for music, what he definitely meant for many listeners and fans, colleague musicians and of course friends and family, can hardly be overstated.

Great black music, ancient to the future.

Non-cognitive aspects of the city

Non-cognitive aspects of the city

where Roy J’s prophecies become

the causes of children

once quiet blacks blocks of stone

encasements/of regularity

intellectual dada

of vain landscapes

the heath valueless in its norm

now gravestone of gingercakes

the frail wheel of winter’s wanting

crying to leaves they wander

seeing the capital vision

new words our of their twenties of chaos

returned in the suntan jar

fruits of education/with others

non-cognitive—these motions

embracing sidewalk heroes

where no one is more alone than any other

moan, it’s the hip plea for see me, see me, i exist

exit the tenderness for power/black or white

no difference now/the power/city

Could have spirits among stones

uppity the force of becoming

what art was made to return

the vainness of our pipes, smoking

near fountains, the church pronouncing

the hell/ of where we are

Could have spirits among stones

uppity the force of becoming

what art was made to return

the vainness of our pipes, smoking

near fountains, the church pronouncing

the hell/ of where we are

couldhavespiritsamongstonesuppitytheforceof

becomingwhatartwasmadetoreturnthevainnessof

ourpipes,smokingnearfountains,

wanting each to stop/the pain

it must be done — expresso

old fashioned sheets about boy thighs

what — their homeliness

the knife and gun

castration in store

the tarred spotlight against

what hope we have

those elements of how

shall it be better

the passion of other saints

shall poison drinking hoodlum talk

to describe the callousness

of their penny fares

among/my friends they say they are

the hair torches

eggs for their deaths

internal zones of where they go

where they—come from

(in the language of the street)

these states on planes

farout as these lives become

final lasts works

there spots for treason

Fri Jan 11 18:45:00 GMT 2019