WHERE IN THE WORLD?

For those who are familiar with the downtown New York scene of the nineties, you will not be surprised by the fusion of jazz, rock, classical music, klezmer, North American traditions such as blues, country, plus avant-garde elements that came from the sixties such as the fusion itself, but it is the head of John Zorn where the pieces take on an unprecedented form, and the influences become something else, something new. From there comes guitarist Bill Frisell, who together with Joey Baron, Wayne Horvitz and Fred Frith (the only veteran who came from Henry Cow) formed one of the most revolutionary bands, without the marketing of Brit Pop or Grunge (which has its place in my heart forever) I mean Naked City. From that period is the album by Bill Frisell and his own band, with Joey Baron on drums, Kermit Driscoll on bass and Hank Roberts on cello. Good old Bill, simple as always, sets the table for us with a complex dish, full of textures and secrets but in the simplest way in the world, without pretensions...because from the beginning we seem to be listening to contemporary classical music, with a political message, and at the same time being in the middle of the countryside, or a country town, where nothing ever happens, nap time lasts forever...and yet many things happen. The metronome seems to have stopped, and suddenly it begins to march at full speed, taking on a life of its own, this is how it feels from "Unsong heroes", where the cello and Frisell's guitar dialogue, which goes from subtlety to epic without asking permission. There is jazz, there is rock...there is the waltz!, and an aura of mystery and tension that keeps us in suspense because the mastery of this quartet gives us no respite. How can music transmit wisdom?, how can music transmit sweetness?, and it makes us feel like a "Child at Heart", one of the most exciting pieces on the album. A classic at this point that cemented the fame of this entire generation of musicians so prolific, that for us music lovers are famous in our hearts, and the first of several whose common trait is always being different, in the search for the note that may not be be correct...and precisely that is why it is.