By Gili Malinsky
By Bob Ruggiero
By Hilary Hughes
By Peter Gerstenzang
By David R. Adler
By Devon Maloney
By Brian McManus
By Jessica Hopper
On a recent Thursday morning, I visited the recording studio and rehearsal space Ornette Coleman has created in a building at 125th Street and Park. Fifteen mostly young musicians were coming to grips with Coleman's "La Statue," subtitled "The Country that gave the FREEDOM Symbol to America." Commissioned in 1989 for Bastille Day and performed several times in Europe by Ensemble Moderne, it will receive its American debut Thursday night, June 1, at the Battery Park kickoff to the New York Bell Atlantic Jazz Festival. On the same program, Coleman will perform in and present new work composed for the Global Expressions Projectwith Charnett Moffett, Denardo Coleman, and Asian musicians, including Badal Royand the immortal trio with Charlie Haden and Billy Higgins.
The last time Coleman presented a triptych in New York was four years ago at Lincoln Center, and that was spread over as many nights. His erratic performing schedule over the past 40 years has had the benefit of keeping the ardor of his fans at a constant low flame. When a fix is in the offing, the flame erupts, and if the fix includes a reunion with Haden and Higgins, time stops. You will never get to see Oliver and Armstrong at Lincoln Gardens or Ellington at the Cotton Club, or Parker and Gillespie on 52nd Street, or Brown and Roach in concert; Coleman, Haden, and Higgins, however, live and breathe. Did I mention that this concert is an Event? Michael Dorf must be praying everything will go off without a hitch despite the broken toe Ornette recently suffered, in which case we can happily concede that he is a true showmanthe Florenz Ziegfeld of jazz.
But up on 125th Street, the rehearsal was moving forward in fits and starts, mostly fits. All the musicians present, excepting trumpeter Lew Soloff and percussionist Greg Bandian, had been recruited from the classical world by violinist and conductor Tom Chiu, and they needed to talk the piece through. "La Statue" belongs to that part of Coleman's oeuvre you might call classical but I call notated. As with his woodwind octet and symphony, every note is writtencomplete with bowing markingsfor the strings. Yet the 20-piece orchestra(five members were absent), which includesa double string quartet, will appear as the Harmolodic Chamber Ensemble, and you know what that means. Well, actually you probably don't, and neither did most of the musicians, which is why they were talking so much. One violinist asked, "What style do we play?" Tom Chiu answered, "Pretty much your own style. You have to bring yourself to it."
Coleman, the philosopher king of American music, could not attend the rehearsal because of his toe. A harmolodic pep talk would have been something to hear. The main challenge posed by the piece is this: It consists mostly of solos that, while notated, do not have to beand, preferably, ought not to beplayed literally. That does not mean a musician can ignore a passage and substitute a B-flat blues. But it does mean walking an adventurous line between discipline and freedom. The conundrum is not, from a jazz perspective, as radical as it may seem. The beauty of Coleman's music has always been that it honors instinct before theory. In conventional jazz, where harmony, movement, and melody are not fused into a single term, the player has to walk a similar lineit's called chord changes.
Coleman is not opposed to musical conventions, and has used a lot of them since the days of Free Jazz. For one noteworthy example, "La Statue" has time signatures; it begins in 12/8, and all the passages I heard were pretty comfortably parsed in multiples of four. But he draws the line at predetermined chord changeshe would rather musicians rely on his score than hazard the clichés lurking in a standard progression, although if he wrote it the progression wouldn't be standard. At least I assume he feels that way. Thinking through harmolodics is a bit like playing them; you have to bring yourself to it. Coleman will presently finish his book on the subject, which will make everything crystal, but for now we can say with some confidence that no one has more original and interesting ways to break down the barriers between written and improvised music. His soloists, in "La Statue," can change a note, reconfigure a phrase, alter rhythm, range, even the keyor not.
It occurs to me that maybe we have misread the phrase "free jazz," and that "free" isn't an adjective, after all, but a verbas in Free Mandela or Free the Voiceof E-Mail Spies. Coleman has certainly helped to do that, freeing it to be minimally or maximally governed by compositional dicta. There was not one passage during the rehearsal that did not suggest his particular jazz pedigree, with its high voicings, timpani rhythms, and melding of keys into a harmonic palette as broad as the skies of America. Whether it was clarinetist Dave Morgan practicing an eight-note phrase or the entire ensemble falling into an episode welded to a timpani bounce, the result was pure Coleman. At one point, he scores the winds in fourths and fifths and the strings in seconds and minor seconds; he uses harmonic grinds throughout, and the tonal centers are almost invariably ambiguous. Yet what power they convey. The climax is astounding, a harmolodic jig built entirely on quadrupletsa spare, mostly quarter-note figure propelled furiously into rapid-fire eighth and sixteenth notes, all built on a four-note foundation, and finally lifting off like a rocket. After the group played the final section, it cheered itself. The statue that inspired the piece will be visible behind the musicians at Battery Park.
Coincidentally, three albums from 1971 to 1975 that plot the emergence of Coleman's harmolodic revelation have just been reissued, though the third was kept under wraps until 1982. He was under contract to Columbia for a year before the company chose to prune the roster (this was the era of Jive Clive, himself recently pruned); out went Coleman, Mingus, Bill Evans, and Keith Jarrett. Science Fiction and the fugitive tracks later released on Broken Shadows (which, I am astonished to realize, are new to me) have been collected as a two-disc set, The Complete Science Fiction Sessions. Most of the material comes from September 1971, and notwithstanding a few charmless vocals, it positively glimmers: in numbers by the great quartet, of course, but also in the quintet with Bobby Bradford and Dewey Redman, and especially in a fantastically supple septeta kind of Free Jazz double-quartet with just one bassist. I am too overwhelmed by my belated discovery of the four septet numbers ("Written Word" was unreleased) to suggest a comparison with the octet, except to note that Bradford is more in sync with Don Cherry and the music than Freddie Hubbard was and Dewey Redman is every bit as persuasive, maybe more so, as Eric Dolphyhis solo on the exhilarating "Happy House" is classic.
The symphony, Skies of America, recorded by Coleman with the London Symphony Orchestra conducted by David Measham, is the work that introduced the harmolodic theory. But these two albums combined with the third, Dancing in Your Head (Verve), recorded in 1973 and 1975, offer an inadvertent guide to the theory in the guise of one recurring melody. In Science Fiction, it is called "School Work," though an element of the theme also appears in "Happy House." In Skies, it is the third movement, "The Good Life," which lets you know in a minute or so that the lowering skies will be periodically brightened by Coleman candles, most of them in the second half, lit by his own altothe only improvising instrument on the recording.
Then the tune charges into harmolodic heavenworked up by repetition from a quasi-blues to a fervid chant and improved by a hot closing cadenceas Dancing in Your Head's "Theme From a Symphony" (variations one and two), which excepting two brief tracks with the Master Musicians of Jajouka (one previously unissued) constitutes the shortby watch-time onlydisc. A quarter of a century later, Dancing is more remarkable than ever, perhaps because back then we assumed it would open a floodgate of like performances, if only by Coleman and his harmolodic passengers. Yet it remains entirely sui generis, an extended saxophone romp and rant that for sheer creative volatility is rivaled in that period only by Sonny Rollins's "G-Man." At the time of its release, many were troubled by the plugged-in guitars and bass, but far more interesting was its structural similarity to the symphonyonce again Coleman was free in a tableau largely notated.
Coleman has said that his written-improvised works, unlike the heads-and-solos numbers, require frequent performance so that players can adjust to their possibilitiesand audiences can appreciate the variety ofperforming options. At Battery Park, the harmolodic strain will connect the extremes of his extraordinary achievement and masters and newcomers will have the opportunity to find out who they are.