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Clifford Jordan hailed from Chicago, hometown of hard-driving, so-called 'tough tenorists' like Gene Ammons and Eddie 'Lockjaw' Davis. While Jordan shared their unnerving bravado, his tone is different, an ... [Tout afficher]
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Clifford Jordan hailed from Chicago, hometown of hard-driving, so-called 'tough tenorists' like Gene Ammons and Eddie 'Lockjaw' Davis. While Jordan shared their unnerving bravado, his tone is different, an alluring tone, simultaneously rough around the edges and ephemeral. A sought-after sideman, Jordan recorded with such stalwarts as Lee Morgan and Max Roach in the late fifties and early sixties, as well as a series of high standard solo albums. Like age matures wine, Jordan's style ripened in the early seventies, his lines becoming fluent like ripples of lake water. Jordan kept recording and performing steadily until his death in 1993.
Maybe this album, filled with interpretations of such classic tunes as Take This Hammer and Goodnight Irene, is not such a surprise act after all. The preceding year, Jordan had been part of Charles Mingus' outfit (appearing on the hi-voltage live album Right Now : Live At The Jazz Workshop) Musical gobbler Mingus' unfazed search for new vistas while retaining an all-embracing sense of the past's relevance and blend of harmonic finesse with unbridled juke joint tumult surely rubbed off on Jordan.
Da Gray Goose is one of the cases in point. Tasteful harmony over the stop-time theme kicks it into action, strongly plucked bass and fiery drums inspire the soloists, creating an atmosphere of abandon. Lusty shout choruses stoke up the fire as the tune progresses. There are also some, yes, virtuoso banjo parts.
The gloomy folk blues music of Huddie 'Leadbelly' Ledbetter, whose life story reads like a combined effort of Shakespeare and James Baldwin, including oppression, hardship, addiction, treachery, murder and prison life, is excellently cast in a jazz frame. But not too jazzy, often the sound of Jordan's top-notch group is as tough-as-nails as the sound of any one group that enlivened the back alley bars way back when. Jordan's unpredictable phrasing overcomes the restrictions of the rigid folk blues form.
Craftily uncrafted, These Are My Roots is a spirited album of earnest, raw and ebullient swing.
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