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John Coltrane with the Red Garland Trio (Prestige). Tenor Saxophonist Coltrane swings his raucous solos like a truncheon in such numbers as Trancing In and Bass Blues, but the honors here go to Pianist Garland, whose lean, light-fingered attack and delicate sense of mood never falter...
...Saxophonist Mule chose for his debut program the works of two contemporary French composers-Jacques Ibert's Concertino da Camera and Henri Tomasi's Ballade. What the audience heard was an open, evenly controlled sound that could sing with a clean vibrato or a finely trimmed staccato, swell robustly and solidly with no trace of the breathy "air sound." Under Mule's scurrying fingers, the saxophone sometimes took on the quick sheen of strings, or the water-clear inflections of the flute, or the warm quality of the bassoon. Gone were the wah-wahs and wobbles...
Although a few composers, among them Ibert, Arthur Honegger and Darius Milhaud, have since written for the saxophone, serious Saxophonist Mule, 56, still feels like a man without a musical country. It pains him to hear of abuses such as those practiced by the rock 'n' roll players who put chewing gum in the sax to dull its glorious tone. Mule notes sadly that even at the Paris Conservatory, where he is professor of saxophone, most of his students graduate into jazz or military music. "I have one mission in life," he says. "That is to make people...
...Trio Her Quartet (Storyville). Japanese Jazz Pianist Toshiko Akiyoshi takes off on some fiery lyrical flights in this selection of eight compositions, two of them her own (Salute to Shorty, Pea, Bee and Lee). She is at her best in a couple of high, animated conversations with Alto Saxophonist Boots Mussulli (/'// Remember April, Kelo...
...longtime jazz buff, Rexroth got together with Saxophonist Bruce Lippincott and worked out a sketchy jazz accompaniment for his new poem, Thou Shalt Not Kill, a lengthy dirge for long-lost friends, mostly poets: "What happened to Robinson who used to stagger down Eighth Street, dizzy with solitary gin? ... Where is Leonard who thought he was a locomotive? . . . What became of Jim Oppenheim? . . . Where is Sol Funaroff? What happened to Potamkin? . . . One sat up all night talking to H. L. Mencken and drowned himself in the morning." Then the Rexroth verse turns to a super Bohemian and aman...