Archive for July, 2007

July 28th, 2007

John Prine

No Comments, Music, by Eric Jensen.

From Eddie Har­ris to John Prine…Well, there’s the Chicago con­nec­tion. Are you detect­ing a theme? I’ve been a huge fan since Mr. Prine traded his mail­man hat for a spot on the stage at The Earl of Old­town in the late 1960s. He has mas­tered the art of dis­till­ing uni­ver­sal moments of human­ity into emo­tion­ally direct pic­tures. His best songs stick to you, and his folksy, off-the-cuff deliv­ery, and wry sense of humor, make him that much more endear­ing. I’ve been lis­ten­ing to his 2005 release, ‘Fair and Square’ occa­sion­ally for the last cou­ple of years. ‘Other Side of Town’, ‘Some Humans Ain’t Human’, ‘Crazy As a Loon’, and ‘She Is My Every­thing’ are won­der­ful songs, but the one that stays with me is ‘The Glory of True Love’. I am always amazed that he comes up with these endur­ing melodies, from such a sim­ple musi­cal palette….Somehow, those par­tic­u­lar col­ors have never been mixed in quite that com­bi­na­tion. His lyrics and per­for­mance are always per­fectly bal­anced. A won­der­ful song­writer with much to say about life on this earth.

July 27th, 2007

Thinking of Eddie

No Comments, Music, by Eric Jensen.

Lately I’ve been think­ing quite a bit about Eddie Har­ris, the late tenor sax­o­phon­ist. Maybe it’s my Chicago roots, I don’t know. ‘Lis­ten Here’ with it’s sim­ple 2-chord vamp cap­tures the min­i­mal­ist essence of every­thing that feels right to me about jazz. Dur­ing his career Mr. Har­ris was con­sid­ered jazz-funk and fell some­where in the shadow of John Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Wayne Shorter, etc. Although his recorded out­put was uneven, his voice was com­pletely orig­i­nal. His tone was rich, and his exper­i­ments with elec­tron­ics were ahead of their time. His sim­ple riff-based style reminds me of some­thing John Mayer said about Ste­vie Ray Vaughn (I para­phrase); “…he was always play­ing rhythm gui­tar…”. I par­tic­u­larly loved Eddie’s trade­mark tech­nique of anchor­ing his solos with a sim­ple repeated lick, jump­ing back and forth between reg­is­ters. In my writ­ing I have long pur­sued that mys­te­ri­ous space between sim­ple, direct, groove and the more sophis­ti­cated ele­ments of har­mony and rhythm. When­ever I try to visit that place, I’m pulled back to Eddie Har­ris, and won­der if there is any­thing to explore he hasn’t already said.