Showing posts with label Progressive Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Progressive Rock. Show all posts

20 November 2006

Absolut Maximalism!

And so it came to pass, that THEE MAXIMALISTS did gather in a small studio space in Baltimore before a teeny audience of dedicated fans and weirdos, and lo, they did make one hell of a fantastic noise.

Thee Maximalists is the brainchild of Muffins drummer Paul Sears. The music is all improvised, using something like the concept of free jazz with the instrumentation of rock, with occasional prog touches (via Jim Rezek and his magical mellotrons). The most stable root of the band is Sears and Keith Macksoud, bassist from the very fine Present. Add to this an unpredictable rotation of highly skilled musical creatures, who thus far has included Yanni Papadopoulos (guitar: Stinking Lizaveta), Dave Newhouse (saxes & keyboard: Muffins), Marshall Allen (saxes: Sun Ra Arkestra), Mark Stanley (guitar: Farquhar), Werbinox (vocals), Elliott Levin (saxes & poetry: Cecil Taylor, Marshall Allen, others), Cyndee Lee Rule (violin), Rick Iannacone (guitar: Jamaaladeen Takuma, others), and God knows what other characters are waiting in the wings... it makes a Maximalists gig something like a tiny, private supernova... a unique moment in time/space, not to be repeated.

Each has brought unique, world-class musical skill to this heady, self-indulgent stew of sound, and it comes across like an extremely fun romp in the playground for these folks. It's particularly enjoyable to witness Keith Macksoud build spontaneous rhythmic structures with Sears, considering the highly practiced precision of Present's music. Maximalists gigs must be like a freeform vacation for these folks.


But enough setup! The Baltimore performance of November 11 was a classic evening for Maximalist freaks. This time, the band was Sears/Macksoud/Newhouse/Levin/Iannacone, and the mixture was perfect. The music was much more of a free-jazz blast this time around, thanks to Elliott Levin and his massive presence with the tenor and toy saxes... Once he gets going, man, just sit the hell down and ride it out.


Dave Newhouse is always a welcome addition. When at the keyboard, he provides an airy trance structure of repeating passages and chords that echo the best Muffins moments. He complements the heavy bed of rhythm that Sears and Macksoud lay down with his own tonal patterns, letting the others fly free... But of course, Newhouse is a master on the brass as well, and his baritone is a hot sound for the Maximalists' madness.


Levin is also a gifted wordsmith in the tradition of the best jazz and beat poets; his cadence delivers from the hip, sounding spontaneous but well-phrased; confident and clever without pretention. The other musicians settled into a cautious groove and gave him a perfect space for the words. Hard to believe they never practiced this stuff beforehand.


Rick Iannacone's contribution was a guitar so heavily treated with effects and gated filters that it scarcely resembled a guitar for most of the performance. His textures layered a very strange flesh over everything... sometimes wild with coarse fur, sometimes dry and cracked as if there must be a reptile's eye in there, somewhere... Iannacone's mind must be a damned fascinating place to be. He coaxed such sounds from that guitar...

By the end of the evening, Orion Sound Studios was left standing (miraculously) and I only hope they got a decent recording of the event. There may be a Maximalist album in the works, so they say, pieced together from shows like this. Performances like this are all too rare, and the Maximalists are among the most important music being made today. There. I said it. You can quote me, Sears.

Photos and flyer design by Hawkins/IntangibleArts

09 September 2005

Progday Addendum







Still at Progday: The last post featured the live music; here, we feast on the scenery at Storybook Farm. It was a charming spot for such a festival, and the weather was perfect. Previous Progdays have been cursed by extremes (hurricane, too hot, too cold, whine whine), but 2005 was to make up for all that with reasonable highs (88-ish saturday, 85 sunday), breeze, and lower humidity.

Between bands, explore. Wander. Shoot things. It's hard to envision NEARFest being as fun to photograph (being an indoor prog festival), but when it was revealed on Saturday that legendary French band ANGE was to headline next year, I immediately began hatching plans to catch it...

Meanwhile, Progday '05 champions Psicotropia and Far Corner are both scheduled to perform at Orion in the near future (Psicotropia = very near future, as in tonight). For those progminded locals who aren't aware of Orion, it's a great thing; small/intimate/comfortable performing space ... bring a lawn chair, a cooler of your favorite libations, and a few friends. We must ensure that groovy stuff keeps happening...even if it IS in Baltimore.

And with that, Progday coverage is over. Back to reality.

07 September 2005

Progday '05













Photos, top to bottom:
1. a most appropriate t-shirt for a prog festival
2. Psicotropia
3. The Spacious Mind
4. Happy the Man
5. Far Corner
6. Glenn Phillips
7. Mike Keneally Band

Progday 2005: the 11th in a series of annual festivals celebrating that most schizophrenic of musical sub-sub-subgenres...I've been collecting this music since I was 12 and I still can't tell you what "progressive rock" is. Maybe that's the point.

The tranquil setting was Storybook Farm in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. The band lineup was appropriately diverse, from the tight symphonic perfectionism of Happy the Man to the psychedelic savagery of The Spacious Mind, there was something for everyone. Granted, Happy the Man are legends, Glenn Phillips was a joy to watch and Mike Keneally was a total GOD of sarcastic rock, but the highlight for me (by far) was The Spacious Mind. It was like being transported to Germany in 1971, and watching the original lineup of Guru Guru in all their noisy, hairy, groovy, trippy loveliness. One bass amplifier and countless butterflies fell to The Spacious Mind's mighty sound.

Between sets, I descended upon the vendors like a beast -- like a barking mad, raving insane record-collector. Most of my music-shopping violence was foisted upon Of Sound Mind and the mighty Greg Walker. Great to have such music-geek temptations out there, in the middle of a vast farm where nobody can see you but other prog-heads.

But no! Stop shopping! Flee back to the stage and continue rocking out like a superstar... Many thanks to Steve Sly and the Progday '05 team for making this happen. A much more complete set of photos & captions is here. I'll add more scenic stuff from the festival (and Chapel Hill) in the next few days.