Free Form Jazz

‘Free Form’ is that style of jazz which is characterised by a rejection of traditional jazz conventions such as set chord progressions and melodic structures, opting instead for individual expression and group improvisation. It says here.

Anyway, it’s a kind of ‘music’ that puts me in a bad mood. The wife and I are not long back from lunch in a favourite café of ours, where the owners unfortunately persist in playing this tripe, no doubt under the misguided belief that it creates a bit of ambience to the place. So we sat and ate our admittedly excellent meal for an hour before I plucked up the courage to ask them to turn it down a bit.

Until that point, we had Animal from ‘The Muppets’ crashing about on drums. We had some cunt doing an endless, toneless ‘dum dum dum dum’ walk up and down the double bass. We had a collection of wassocks jangling and tootling a seemingly random collection of notes on piano, sax and trumpet. And we had some bird who fancied herself as Ella Fitzgerald occasionally chiming in with ‘yahdooby darby dooby darby do’.

In other words, a cachophonous racket of jumbled noise which constitutes nothing more than an assault against the ears. Who listens to this shit? Who actually appreciates it enough to pay to see it performed? That’s what I’d like to know. It’s a fucking atrocity.

Anyway, take it away fellas.

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

74 thoughts on “Free Form Jazz

  1. The Nazis banned jazz.
    Negermusik.

    And you don’t get more level headed than the nazis.

    Swingtime for Hitler?

    In that America Henry Ford promoted barn dances and country music to draw decent whities away from jazz.
    He promoted fiddle contests which eventually turned into the Grand old Opry,
    Where a young Elvis Presley played and the brilliant Johnny Cash.

    Friday night is Barndance night here at ISAC.
    Grab your partners

    https://youtu.be/jiMXK9eDrMY?si=aygSCztlOrSX31bd

    • The Byrds appeared on the Opry.

      And the six fingered is brother is me dad shitkickers went apeshit and hated them.

      A shame David Crosby wasn’t with them. He’d have told the inbreds to fuck off to their faces.

      • Got an absolute bargain last week.

        A huge fuck off paving stone of a book on the Byrds.
        Only it’s the about the classic original Byrds line-up. No early 70s country rock shit with musos and Gram fucking Parsons.

        Signed by the then three remaining members. McGuinn, Hillman and Crosby (RIP). Worth 300 quid, got it for less than 100.off Ebay. The book is the bollocks, and I’m glad I got it.

        https://omnibuspress.com/products/the-byrds-1964-1967-deluxe-edition

  2. Went to see Prince in Sheffield in 1993. First half did a lot of the old stuff with a mixture of the new Album. Second half I’ve never listened to such unaltered shit in all my life. A jam session playing jazz funk. Left 30 minutes early as I couldn’t listen to it anymore. I was / still am a big Prince fan but that left a sour taste for a while.

    • I was at Crystal Palace Stadium in 1993 to see Depeche Mode, Prince was playing at Wembley the same night.

      We met some Wembley gig goers heading home later that night/morning. They all said Prince was shite and had morphed into some weird jazz artist.

      DM however rocked, Dave Gahan was off his head but produced one of the great live vocals. Hell of a night.

      • I saw Inspiral Carpets at G-Mex and then the Rolling Stones at Maine Road. within hours of each other.

        The Stones were still good then. The Inspirals also did a good gig. One of the best of the ‘Madchester’ era. Although James at the same venue was even better. Tim’s face when the crowd took over…

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv2yYKiB8lQ

  3. Sounds a bit like the tuneful melody generated by a grenade exploding in an iron mongers. God awful racket.

  4. And, I have to say, Ioathed that Acid Jazz shite in the early 90s.
    The Brand New Heavies, the James Taylor (no, not that one) Quartet, and – worst of all – Jamiro Fucking Quai.

    Jay Kay. What a cunt.

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