Swingin Thing Magazine, Jazz Times
Back when I was a young musician in Chicago and he was a mediocre drummer who had to pay real players out of his own pocket just to get a sideman gig he claimed that I stole his girlfriend. I only borrowed her for a few days, but I guess he figures he owes me one anyway.
Song Songs Song, From the Diary of Dog Drexel, 96 Gestures, this that, Mamet, Beckett, Bitter Love Songs
Likes finger snappinand toe tappin
Error filled, flacid, over-alliterated copy. Zero upturned noses.
Unspeakable drummer. Couldnt count to four if you spotted him one, two, and three. Zero upturned noses.
zero upturned noses.
from 96 Gestures
On 96 Gestures West-coast composer and guitarist Scott Fields resurfaces with another of his much ballyhooed modular compositions for improvising chamber ensemble. This one meanders over an eyelid-drooping three hours and eighteen minutes. A test of endurance for even the most seasoned critic, I must admit that mid-way through the third disc I started to doze off and at one point actually drove off the road.
Fieldsor his gullible label CRIattempts to justify this dangerous length through the suspicion-raising claim that each of the three discs represents a complete, unique performance of this so-called composition. Common sense, or simple human decency, dictates that the composer, or conductor, or label A-and-R man, make some attempt to condense this test of one reviewers patience.