So I listened to a song called Impressions, and while I thought I liked jazz after hearing Thelonious Monk play last night, after listening to this song, I can definitely say I love jazz. It's fantastic; every single musician is outstanding in it, and it makes me very very angry that I can't play like them.
Inadequacies aside, the piece starts off with a little playing together as a group, establishing a melody, but soon enough, Sir Coltrane starts off the piece with his solo. He plays with great melodic style, and although he plays very fast, none of it feels forced and show-offy. It all sounds great. Next up is the second saxophonist whose solo while not quite as fun or entertaining as Coltrane's, still manages to hold my interest.
But even though everyone worships Coltrane, the musician who really blew my mind was the pianist, McCoy Tyner. He's legit the best pianist I've ever heard. He's obviously God. He plays with these very drifting and weaving melodies that on their own are like happiness and rainbows and sunshine flowing through my head, but then he combines them with these extremely floaty, beautiful chords and harmonies and it is sex.
While the pianist may be my all-time favorite musician, I also really appreciated the rhythm section. The bassist and the drummer were both far more interesting than those from last night's post, keeping a tight pocket while also embellishing the melody. They really helped to keep the song very cohesive and flowing. The drummer in particular is kind of a badass. I can tell.
I do miss Thelonious though. His dancing makes me very happy, and he had a great hat. He was also a badass.
Anyway, that's my two cents on this song, internets. Feel free to comment about the song, or if life in general is getting you down, you can vent on my blog. No one really comes here anyway, so it's almost like a journal. So anyway, comment and tomorrow we will continue on with our adventure!
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