FLASHBACK
I am 15, my parents are in bed, smanetto with the TV and spout this trumpeter playing something incredible. With him is my beloved Chick Corea ... catch a concert somewhere and finished in the arms of mother Rai somehow. I'm in a trance.
The next morning I rush in the record shop opposite the school and tell the clerk of this trumpeter with Chick Corea. She smiles with a knowing air and pulls me out "In a Silent Way . "It's new trinca!" He says, "just come out." Not true! The disc is out for a few years, but I do not know, I buy with my hard-earned 3500 pounds and taking it home with me.
And as the needle slides into the first groove, I start to walk down the quiet street of Miles. And maybe I have not stopped.
Then it was a wonder for music is so magic that it seems impossible ... and then I realized it was not just a matter of easy listening, but a abyssal depths. So impressed me the "names" (come on, on this record are all there: from Wayne Shorter to Chick, by Herbie Hancock John McLaughlin, Dave Holland from Zawinul: to come up with a jazzrock heaven), then I realized that was not only a question of names , but fingers of breath, heart and brain. We'd arrived after a thousand plays, but we'd arrived.
"In a Silent Way" is made very few notes (compared to the furious, blinding kaleidoscope of "Bitches Brew" that would come later, along the path of electric jazz, so to speak) but what gives depth and emotion are precisely the silences, the expectations between a note and another. Davis, immense, did not need to prove anything: it gives us no virtuosity for virtuosity if you want some scale to the speed of light, but intensity and expressiveness that is its only major .
And his fellow travelers are at play: we are talking about the characters of the show "look how good I am" would win all the first prize and instead understand perfectly that on a quiet street (so I like to translate the title rather than the more correct "So suilenzioso") is walking without a sound.
is an album of whispered phrases, this, forcing the ear to stretch to include: no screaming, on this record. Wiliams caress dishes with chopsticks, you almost never rests on drums, McLaughlin, Corea and Hancock slip on their keyboards, and you must listen carefully to understand their arpeggios just mentioned, Shorter and closes his eyes when breathing, serene in its content ... Davis is one who has often shouted, before and after, but here choose to express themselves subheading. Who knows why. Perhaps that day (February 18, 1969) did so. Maybe it was bitterly cold in New York, maybe it was snowing, who knows ...
vote 10
Lucio Mazzi
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