What is jazz? What is a musician? What is the Thing? I have no idea. But, jazz is my love, rock is my blood, and vinyl is my addiction. It’s all a sick mix, with sometimes surprising results and sometimes not. You can never relax about it, you can never really lean back and feel satisfied…that will fuck up he music and the flow. You have to continue the search. It takes a life…it has to. It should take a whole life to just explore. Maybe you will never really find the answers, but it is for sure nice to research, and a privilege to share that journey with others.
If I wanna hear good jazz shit, I’d rather listen to vinyl with Clifford Brown, Bird, Bud [Powell], Monk, Hal McKusick, Warne Marsh, etc. There are really not many jazz players these days I want to listen to. Bernt Rosengren and Joakim Milder are two Swedish guys that still can play the real shit.
Jazz is dead, but music will always stay alive. As long as there is communication between people there will always be good music happening, and I don’t care what you call it. Jazz finally died with Derek Bailey’s cd, Ballads. It was about to die for a long time, but that was the final nail in the coffin.
Paal Nilssen-Love – drums, Ingebrigt H. Flaten – bass, Mats Gustafsson – reeds
