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An
hour after this recording was made at the Velvet Lounge, Fred Anderson
was bent over his bar restocking the beer — the same thing he does
every other night of the year. Business as usual for one of the
great, critically acclaimed musicians of our time: late 60’s, lugging
bottles and running a nightclub for a living. Welcome to the reality
of being an artist in the United States at the end of the 20th century.
Fred
exhibits no bitterness over the situation. The economics of a "career"
in the improvised music world are something he seems to have accepted
a long time ago. His commitment and passion towards running the
Velvet Lounge as a venue for established and up-and-coming musicians
should be legendary, but it’s nothing new in Fred’s life. He has
run other spaces (like the Birdhouse) for decades. He’s led many
bands (like the group that recorded one of the seminal AACM documents
for Delmark, Song For). Some of these bands gave musicians
like George Lewis and Hamid Drake a chance to cut their teeth and
develop, helping them become musical figures with the stature they
have today. And if all this wasn’t enough, he was there to help
found the AACM in the mid-1960’s.
Those
accomplishments are part of the past. The Velvet Lounge and this
recording with Hamid Drake & Peter Kowald (as well as the other
documents he has made for OkkaDisk) are part of the here-and-now
of Fred Anderson’s life, a life consumed with music. Besides playing
and running a bar, he will find the time and energy to get out and
catch local and visiting musicians playing in the city; fuel for
his ideas. Fred heard Evan Parker play solo; two months later the
echo was transformed into upper register feathers of sound that
were never there before.
The
man is a player who is a testament to the lie of talent and the
truth of hard work. Come by before the Velvet opens and you’ll find
him there every day, practicing. He’s part blues musician, delving
in between notes like Ornette Coleman, but as only Fred can. These
days he’s no longer interested in notating his tunes; he plays the
material written in his head. When I struggled to keep up with him
on his compositions while rehearsing for the Fred Anderson/DKV Trio
recording (OkkaDisk OD12014), he was very specific about each and
every nuance in pitch and rhythm. Every phrase is placed where and
when it should be placed; there are no accidental notes unless Fred
is reaching towards the sounds he’s hearing but can’t get to, yet.
When
Bruno Johnson went to deliver to Fred the Vintage Duets CD
(OkkaDisk OD12001) — the primary instigation that started OkkaDisk
— he asked me if I wanted to tag along. We pulled up to the Velvet
Lounge and pounded on the front door, trying to be heard above the
long tones belting from the inside. After a spell we were seated
at the bar; Fred asked us if we wanted a beer: Schlitz in a can.
We drank as he looked over the CD, his first recording to be released
in a decade. The now-gone jukebox was playing some great jazz. Coleman
Hawkins came on. Nothing moved in the bar while Hawkins played,
just the three of us sitting still while the room was filled with
the immense power of his tenor sax. It was like that for a few minutes,
then the solo was over and I looked over at Fred. He just said "Hawk
played so much." And I knew what those words meant. Just
as I know that every time Fred plays, live, on this and every
other recording, he’s like Hawkins. Because like Hawkins, Fred Anderson
tells the truth with his music.
Here
he plays with two equals. If anyone knows Fred’s music it’s Hamid
Drake, an astonishing drummer who’s worked with him for about 25
years. The German bassist, Peter Kowald, is rightfully a legend
— listen to him here playing things that he’s never done before.
The music is spontaneous and carved out of Fred’s language, a language
that’s flexible and open enough to deal with this first encounter
and with ideas developed on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Those
of us that caught the concert that night saw and heard something
that will stay with us forever. Those of you who couldn’t be there
are lucky enough to have this document in your hands. Duke Ellington
said that there are only two kinds of music, good and bad. Listen
to Live at the Velvet Lounge closely. This is as good as
it gets.
-
Ken Vandermark, February 1999
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| Reviews |
OkkaDisk continues to demonstrate that Chicago has seized the initiative
in channeling energy into the creation of meaningful jazz. Importantly,
it acknowledges the continuing contribution of veterans such as
Joe McPhee and, in this instance, saxophonist Fred Anderson. Now
70, Anderson’s profile has remained lower than those of other founding
members of the AACM, but on this set, recorded last year at the
club he runs to make ends meet, his gnarly playing still grips the
attention with its muscle and urgency. He flourishes in the best
of company: percussionist Hamid Drake and bassist Peter Kowald.
The outcome is musicianship that matters.
- The Wire, July 1999
Free
music is usually perceived as emanating from two separate streams,
American and European, with the former descended from jazz and the
latter from 20th-century classical music. While the two streams often
travel different courses, they flow together too often for this
generalization to carry water. German bassist Peter Kowald has
piloted both currents for decades; in the ’60s, his work with
Peter Brotzmann and the Spontaneous Music Ensemble ignited the
European improv scene, but he also came to New York in 1984 to help
organize the Sound Unity Festival, a precursor of the current Vision
Festival. Last year, Kowald paid another visit to these shores, and
recordings have begun to turn up. He joins Chicago-based veteran
tenor saxophonist Fred Anderson’s trio on Live at the Velvet
Lounge. Kowald and drummer Hamid Drake stoke Anderson’s
long, snaking improvisations with seething, endlessly variable
rhythms.
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Bill Meyer Magnet #41, Aug/Sep 1999
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