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traditional song in <strong>the</strong> ancient Aymara<br />
language of <strong>the</strong> Indians of <strong>the</strong> Andes,<br />
and it is at once majestic and moving.<br />
Well before this third recording came<br />
out, I heard Bïa sing it in concert. Which<br />
leads me to my final recommendation. If<br />
she’s singing anywhere near you, go by<br />
dog sled if you must, but…just go.<br />
Soular Energy<br />
Ray Brown Trio/Gene Harris<br />
Pure Audiophile PA-002<br />
Rejskind: It was maybe a dozen years<br />
ago. Ray Brown was in a Montreal<br />
church for a solo concert — how often<br />
have you seen a bassist doing a couple of<br />
hours of solo music? He recalled <strong>the</strong> first<br />
time he had played Montreal, in 1948.<br />
After his gig, he had gone to a late night<br />
bar to listen to a phenomenal young<br />
pianist. Impressed, he asked <strong>the</strong> young<br />
man to come touring with him. “Sure,”<br />
said <strong>the</strong> young pianist.<br />
“Great. I’m Ray Brown. What’s your<br />
name?”<br />
“Oscar. Oscar Peterson.”<br />
Peterson would, of course, turn out to<br />
be one of <strong>the</strong> greatest jazz pianists of his<br />
era, and <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong> most famous of Canada’s<br />
jazz musicians. The tour stretched across<br />
an incredible five years.<br />
Brown must have been 73 when I last<br />
saw him, not long before his death. He<br />
was playing as well as ever, and it was<br />
clear that he was still having <strong>the</strong> time of<br />
his life. Was he <strong>the</strong> greatest bass player<br />
of <strong>the</strong> jazz age? I’d be tempted to say so,<br />
though my impression of him is altered<br />
by <strong>the</strong> fact that he played with <strong>the</strong> best<br />
musicians of <strong>the</strong> jazz world: Peterson of<br />
course, but also drummer Shelly Manne,<br />
guitarist Laurindo Almeida, and <strong>the</strong> LA4<br />
(of which Manne and Almeida were<br />
members as well).<br />
I wasn’t familiar with Gene Harris,<br />
who plays piano on this 1984 recording,<br />
but Brown said he was one of <strong>the</strong> great<br />
ones, and that’s good enough for me.<br />
Besides, <strong>the</strong> proof is right here in <strong>the</strong>se<br />
grooves.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>y’re some grooves! The<br />
Concord Jazz label over <strong>the</strong> years did<br />
some of <strong>the</strong> finest jazz recordings in<br />
<strong>the</strong> world…finest for <strong>the</strong> sound, and<br />
not only for <strong>the</strong> (admittedly fabulous)<br />
artists. Stan Ricker did <strong>the</strong> half-speed<br />
mastering of this double LP, and clearly<br />
got everything just right. The pressing is<br />
done on transparent blue 180 gram vinyl,<br />
and it is as close to perfect as vinyl can<br />
get. Even <strong>the</strong> lead-in grooves are quiet,<br />
perhaps because <strong>the</strong> disc doesn’t have<br />
that stupid raised “GruvGard” edge,<br />
originally conceived to keep stacks of<br />
records apart on a changer.<br />
Fortunately, <strong>the</strong> music deserves star<br />
treatment. Brown, Harris and drummer<br />
Gerryck King have a fine rapport<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r. Indeed, according to <strong>the</strong> original<br />
jacket notes, none of it is <strong>the</strong> result of<br />
rehearsal. This is an improvised album,<br />
though that may not be evident from<br />
<strong>the</strong> quality of <strong>the</strong> playing and <strong>the</strong> sheer<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>rness of <strong>the</strong> trio. When more<br />
than one take was recorded, it came out<br />
quite differently <strong>the</strong> second time. That<br />
gave <strong>the</strong> producers of this double disc<br />
<strong>the</strong> opportunity to include alternative<br />
takes that are more than repetitions of<br />
<strong>the</strong> main ones. Cry Me a River, which is<br />
both <strong>the</strong> second track on Side A and <strong>the</strong><br />
first track on Side D, is quite different<br />
<strong>the</strong> second time, but it is a tribute to<br />
<strong>the</strong> excellence of <strong>the</strong>se musicians that<br />
nei<strong>the</strong>r sounds more “right” than <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs. You’ll recognize several of <strong>the</strong><br />
pieces without looking at <strong>the</strong> jacket: Take<br />
<strong>the</strong> A Train, Teach Me Tonight and Sweet<br />
Georgia Brown among o<strong>the</strong>rs. What Ray<br />
Brown and his friends do with <strong>the</strong>m is<br />
downright thrilling.<br />
Soular Energy<br />
Ray Brown Trio/Gene Harris<br />
Hi-Res HRM2011<br />
Rejskind: It’s a happy coincidence that,<br />
only three weeks after I received that<br />
excellent double LP, in came this DVD<br />
<strong>version</strong> from Hi-Res. It is nothing less<br />
than fabulous. Which will bring up <strong>the</strong><br />
inevitable question: does digital finally<br />
beat analog?<br />
The answer is that, if this doesn’t,<br />
nothing will. Like <strong>the</strong> superb LP, this<br />
24 bit 96 kHz digital recording sounds<br />
amazingly coherent at <strong>the</strong> bottom end,<br />
which is good because that’s where Ray<br />
Brown does his work. The o<strong>the</strong>r extreme<br />
of <strong>the</strong> spectrum is perhaps even better<br />
than that of <strong>the</strong> LP. It is so clear and at<br />
<strong>the</strong> same time so natural that you don’t<br />
even think about whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> speakers are<br />
doing <strong>the</strong>ir job right. And <strong>the</strong> dynamics,<br />
as with o<strong>the</strong>r Hi-Res recordings, make<br />
Red Book CDs sound like distant echoes.<br />
So, of course, does <strong>the</strong> excellent LP.<br />
You lose something, you gain something.<br />
The digital disc doesn’t have <strong>the</strong><br />
bonus tracks of <strong>the</strong> double LP. On <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r hand, it does have a second side,<br />
containing a 192 kHz DVD-Audio <strong>version</strong><br />
(<strong>the</strong> 24/96 side can be played on any<br />
DVD player).<br />
By <strong>the</strong> way, <strong>the</strong> box carries <strong>the</strong><br />
HDCD logo, which suggests that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
must also be a Red Book layer for CD<br />
players. There isn’t, but <strong>the</strong> digital mastering<br />
from <strong>the</strong> original analog tape was<br />
done in HDCD, to improve <strong>the</strong> definition<br />
even more. Certainly <strong>the</strong> result is<br />
as good as one could possibly wish.<br />
Amadeus (Director’s Cut) DVD<br />
Abraham/Hulce/Jones<br />
Étiquette numéro<br />
Rejskind: Why are films about classical<br />
composers so wretched? Why are <strong>the</strong>y<br />
so stupidly scripted, so poorly cast, so<br />
incompetently directed? Across <strong>the</strong><br />
decades, films about Liszt, Chopin,<br />
Tchaikovsky, Grieg and a host of o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
have contributed mightily to convincing<br />
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