Silent Solos: Improvisers Speak
Soft cover; 174 pages
, bassist William Parker, pianist Matthew Shipp, trombonist Steve Swell and saxophonists Charles Gayle, Lee Konitz, Yusef Lateef, Joe Maneri John Tchicai and David S. Ware.
Improvisation, at its best, is about instinct. At its worst, it's an intellectual exercise, cold and theoretical, without an emotional perspective. Fortunately, the beautifully produced Silent Solos: Improvisers Speak avoids the pitfalls of theoretical nonsense and opts instead for the opportunity to translate the difficult notion of improvisation into poetic meaning.
The book is a veritable who's who of musicians working in free improvisation and the avant-garde. It gathers contributions from 50 musicians, including percussionist Cooper-Moore
While the idea behind the project is thrillingasking some of the most influential free musicians to write about the nature of their craftthe book could easily have misfired. There's no guarantee that the musicians would be as eloquent with words as they are with notes, but as it turns out, they create patterns of words as emotionally intense and thought provoking as their music.
Part of the attraction of the book is the wide variety of moods and forms. There's everything from poetic prose and swinging beat-poetry to lofty philosophical manifests. There's haiku-like simplicity too, as when Yusef Lateef writes a poem about "The Bird:"
"The bird flew down onto the ground. He chirped. He sang his song throughout the day. I marveled. He sang of love and beauty. I listened. He flew away up into the sky. I remember."
Like deep music, "The Bird" can be understood on several levels. Literally, it is a brief glimpse of a nature scene, but allegorically it could be read as an homage to alto saxophonist Charlie Parker, aka Bird, who for an all too brief moment graced earth and sang beautiful songs on his horn. The poem is also about the process of listening, the lyrical "I" being entranced in a moment where the boundary between nature and humanity is happily dissolved in music.
Whereas Lateef uses allegory to capture the magic of music, Joe Maneri takes a more concrete approach to words, in poems that are every bit as idiosyncratic as his music. "One" explores the legacy of Dadaism by approaching a language where the sounds of the words becomes an end in itself, liberating the words from the straightjacket of referential meaning:
"Flaull clon sleare; Rouve clanslika; Flautell lunege; Blausodoh fleeka Lasflowe; bloomplek. Peelah donrowflin; Lazdellohdoe; Plan celati dohnblohnn; Leelahlah sourn; elf daupin."
While it may be tempting to write Maneri's musings off as nonsense, the fascination of his poetry lies in the way he works with the outer boundaries of meaning. Though the words are not understandable in a conventional way, they retain the structure and pattern of real words, hinting at languages like French, Icelandic, Irish and English; words such as "Lasflowe" and "bloompek," for instance, conjure up flowers and blooming. In many ways, Maneri's poetry, like his music, grows organically out of nowhere and everywhere, emphasizing improvisation as the dual act of breaking and reconnecting with tradition.
The poems and texts in the book invite contemplation, but they can also be enjoyed as a kind of music, to be read out loud or savored in silence. Sumptuously illustrated by painter Jorgo Schäfer and including mini-biographies of the 50 participating musicians, Silent Solos: Improvisers Speak is a treasure trove of diverse poetic thinking about music, a true gift to anyone who cares about poetry and improvisation.