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
Let's be bold: The David S. Ware Quartet is the best small band in jazz today. I realize that I will almost certainly hear another quartet, or trio or quintet or octet, this week or next, that will make me want to backpedal. But every time I see Ware's group or return to the records, it flushes the competition from memory. Besides, hyperbole is so much fun and I do it so rarely, no? Thus, with the first set of last week's two-night Blue Note gig resounding in my ears, along with an imminent new CD, Corridors & Parallels (Aum Fidelity), I effortlessly banish from consciousness every other bandleader who might inspire a like-minded leap of faith and stoke the experience of listening to Ware and wantingin that interval at leastto hear nobody else.
His sound alone is enough to clear the room of contenders. It is huge, big enough to house a large family, several pets, and half the holdings of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Size is not and has never been a sine qua non for tenor saxophonists; Coleman Hawkins had an extrovert sound and Lester Young an introvert sound, and yet they are equals in God's view. Nor is size per se of much value if it isn't unique, personal, inviolable. Ware's sound is virtually unrelated to the roomy traditions of soul tenors, honking tenors, or deep-chested boudoir ballad tenors. It derives from the classic, free, often vociferous tradition of Ben Webster as filtered through the 1960s trinity of Rollins, Coltrane, and Ayler, all of whose shadows can be tracedRollins in Ware's capacious low register, Coltrane in his high overblowing, Ayler and Webster in the grit that coats his every note with a sandstone finish, all four in the euphoric tenacity he calls bliss.
Shadows, however, are only shadows. Ware's distinct sound and Holy Roller fervor were already evident when he was 25, performing in Cecil Taylor's unforgettable 1974 Carnegie Hall big band. He became more assured through subsequent touring with Taylor's working unit and Andrew Cyrille's Maono, promising a formidable career that suddenly petered out. For several years, he drove a cab and worked out his next move, which took shape in the late '80s, when he organized a quartet for a record date. He chose pianist Matthew Shipp, who was completely unknown, bassist William Parker, with whom he had worked in Taylor's band, and drummer Marc Edwards, whose chair was subsequently taken over by Whit Dickey, Susie Ibarra, and, at present, Guillermo E. Brown, the quartet's most aggressive percussionist to date. A series of astonishing albums followed, among them Flight of I, Third-Ear Recitation, Godspellized, and Go See the World.
Although his style combines high-energy free improvisation, brazenly distended ballads, and "godspellized" bliss pieces, Ware communicates easily and readily, his improvisations suggesting a nearly vocalized urgency intensified by a virtuoso attack. Too much downtown time got him pegged as a shocker, but in fact he has always had broader appeal; it simply has not been exploited. Rollins praised him in interviews, and after Columbia distributed two of his DIW CDs, Branford Marsalis signed him, making Ware the only artist he brought to the label during his tenure as an executive. Two superb albums followed: Go See the World and Surrendered. Neither was publicized in any way. Then Ware was jettisoned, though waddaya wanna bet both CDs will be issued in a few years as classics with alternate takes and acerbic liner comments about Columbia's stewards of the early 2000s.
Meanwhile, the Ware Quartet became home base for a small jazz industry, as Shipp and Parker pursued even more record and performance projectsranging from solo recitals to big bandsthan the leader. Like the extracurricular activities of Miles Davis's second quintet, their outside work differs greatly from what they play with Ware. Take for example their current CDs. Piercing the Veil, Volume 1 (Aum Fidelity), by Parker and Chicago's spellbinding percussionist Hamid Drake, is rollicking entertainmentnot what you'd expect from a bass-drums duo. Yet they double on so many winds, flutes, and bells that the variety is almost as relentless as the wit and high spirits. According to Steven Joerg, the brains behind Aum Fidelity, the second volume, due next year, will be volume one remixed in a "DJ/club style."
Shipp's latest String Trio album, Expansion, Power, Release (hatOLOGY), with Parker and violinist Mat Maneri, isno hyperbole herean enticing, irresistible work that is certain to make many of the year's best-of lists. It was recorded in late 1999, before last year's stunning New Orbit, but completes his cycle of six Hat Art CDs. Call it his Bernard Herrmann project, although all the music is original. The 14 brief selections are held together by a mesmerizing ostinato figure in the Herrmann style that might have served Vertigo perfectly. In this it carries on from Shipp's preceding Hat disc, Gravitational Systems, a duet with Manerispecifically "Forcefield," a six-note ostinato loosely reprised here in "Waltz" and "Speech of Form." The principal vamp this time is an eight-note variation, heard on the opening "Organs" and, later, "Functional Form." These recurring, repeated, appealing figures lend unity to an album that achieves a rare level of emotional satisfaction. It offers anomalous delights as well: Shipp's candid nod to early Cecil at the top of "Combinational Entity," Maneri's unaccompanied solo on "Pulse Form," and the closing groove track, "One More," which might have been called "One More Time," considering Parker's bluesy basswalk, Shipp's rocking and rumbling chords, and Maneri's solid elaboration, including a few glisses that sound more like swipes.