This is dedicated to my free jazz friends in Boston. Above all to you, Mr. Rich! — Added to this wild and inspired odyssey through the cliffs of the song to the margarine — Enough metaphors, Chris? — you can watch my oleander in full bloom. — Enough associations?
Take these 26 minutes of your time, lean back and listen. Then come back the other day, and listen again.
Freeboppishly yours truly,
P.S.: This was the very first kinda free-bop recording I ever heard. I was sitting in front of the radio and understood nothing at first. But I had taped the broadcast and listened to it again, and again. — 10 years later we played “Oleo” with two muted trumpets in that very tempo.
It is a wonderful experience to throw all away you know because you can’t think in this speed. Just do it! — Then you get the idea of Sonny Rollins on Williamsburg Bridge, trying out new things.
We are free!
Player: Oleo (Live, 1962)