One of the all-time great tracks. Booker's solo is a masterpiece of development. Tragically, he lived only a few more months after this session. Iggy and Joe, owners of the Five Spot, should have been ashamed of that out-of-tune piano. I was never in the club at that location, but after it moved three blocks north in 1962 I visited it often and heard many fine musicians there.
Can you imagine what it was like being in that room during this? I think after they closed the doors and everybody was gone, I'd still be sitting there in delicious silence.
First listened to this in college, 1965 I’d say… it’s like the world changed, expanded… wore the r ecord out… 55 years and it’s still a marvel… the way the song melds and morphs as it moves between soloists is as magic as each solo… oh how I wish there were video of this date-even more photos… -- but isn’t it a marvel that we can listen to this music that happened 60 years ago and we’re there, in The Five Spot. Sometimes when I’m listening I don’t know where I am - I’m there in 1961, I’m here… and although I know each solo like my heartbeat the surprise and astonishment never goes away as the solos unfold. Oh and how they play together!
Perfect Taoistic flow lines are always in the highest art , music and pareidolia. When i first heard this masterpiece for the first time i could eerily predict on some level what was coming next. It was not because it was corny but because Eric Dolphy plucked this music out of the fractal cosmos to present a deja vu feeling. The flute , an almost impossible instrument to play jazz of this complexity on. 56 years ago. Only 37 "likes" makes me feel in good company. One of the most humble humans especially considering his genius. The first time i saw him as a sideman with Charles Mingus he stood out in 3D and technicolor as if he were the first authentic person i had ever seen in the outer world. Playing alto sax- left foot out front he had the articulation more like a violinist than a sax play. At the end of a phrase he would jump in the air and land with his right foot out front. This wasn't a showmanship gimmick but an integral part of his body language and musicality. I remember another time after taking fantastic a solo Mr. Mingus said to him " Nice solo but too long." Eric just looked at the ground in silence. A totally humble person. I still remember the first time i brought this record home and listened to it unfold. I know now my consciousness was expanded at the time because i still remember it clearly.
Consider yourseilf one of the luckiest persons in the world for having had the opportunity to see, hear, listen to, watch Eric Dolphy in person. His bass clarinet sound definitely comes from somewhere beyond our physical word, didn't come from him, but through him.
I get it, because he was arguably the greatest jazz flutist, but listen to his work with Mingus and Coltrane, and holy shit, nobody in his generation of alto players-- and I include Ornette-- nobody went where Eric went. And then of course the work on bass clarinet... of all the great jazz players who died young, I would list Dolphy first, partly because of the senseless racist circumstances of his death, but also because of how much promise his work showed. And then of course there's Booker Little....
Because they, well, a combination of tight profit margins (nice pianos are expensive) and not giving a shit. I have always loved McCoy Tyner's Echoes of a Friend, recorded in Japan on a beautiful Japanese grand piano...
One of the all-time great tracks. Booker's solo is a masterpiece of development. Tragically, he lived only a few more months after this session. Iggy and Joe, owners of the Five Spot, should have been ashamed of that out-of-tune piano. I was never in the club at that location, but after it moved three blocks north in 1962 I visited it often and heard many fine musicians there.
Beautiful.
Can you imagine what it was like being in that room during this? I think after they closed the doors and everybody was gone, I'd still be sitting there in delicious silence.
It's one of my favorite tunes by Eric Dolphy. I had the pleasure of seeing Mal Waldron several times in nyc in the 90s. Great band.
Fisrt time I heard Eric Dolphy and Booker Little was this song back in 1979. It's been a love affair with their music ever since***
First listened to this in college, 1965 I’d say… it’s like the world changed, expanded… wore the r ecord out… 55 years and it’s still a marvel… the way the song melds and morphs as it moves between soloists is as magic as each solo… oh how I wish there were video of this date-even more photos… -- but isn’t it a marvel that we can listen to this music that happened 60 years ago and we’re there, in The Five Spot. Sometimes when I’m listening I don’t know where I am - I’m there in 1961, I’m here… and although I know each solo like my heartbeat the surprise and astonishment never goes away as the solos unfold. Oh and how they play together!
Agree!
Perfect Taoistic flow lines are always in the highest art , music and pareidolia. When i first heard this masterpiece for the first time i could eerily predict on some level what was coming next. It was not because it was corny but because Eric Dolphy plucked this music out of the fractal cosmos to present a deja vu feeling. The flute , an almost impossible instrument to play jazz of this complexity on. 56 years ago. Only 37 "likes" makes me feel in good company. One of the most humble humans especially considering his genius. The first time i saw him as a sideman with Charles Mingus he stood out in 3D and technicolor as if he were the first authentic person i had ever seen in the outer world. Playing alto sax- left foot out front he had the articulation more like a violinist than a sax play. At the end of a phrase he would jump in the air and land with his right foot out front. This wasn't a showmanship gimmick but an integral part of his body language and musicality. I remember another time after taking fantastic a solo Mr. Mingus said to him " Nice solo but too long." Eric just looked at the ground in silence. A totally humble person. I still remember the first time i brought this record home and listened to it unfold. I know now my consciousness was expanded at the time because i still remember it clearly.
Consider yourseilf one of the luckiest persons in the world for having had the opportunity to see, hear, listen to, watch Eric Dolphy in person. His bass clarinet sound definitely comes from somewhere beyond our physical word, didn't come from him, but through him.
This makes me realize how much I don’t know.
These jams @ the 5 Spot w/Eric, Booker, Mal Waldron, Ed Blackwell & Richard Davis are absolute classics.
ThankYou God for Eric!!!
Absolutely gorgeous
Absolutely magical!
All time classic with virtuouso performances
Mal solo it´s so simply and beautiful... it made me cry...
THANK YOU
Both Booker and Eric unique beautiful spirits! In a world polluted by mundane clonism..
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pure genius....
MAL WALDRON is 🤯there are no words. 12:03-15:22
Booker Little Quintet.. Like Someone in Love Thnx, Long So..
Richard Davis was the last surviving musician on this recording (died autumn 2023).
I like Eric Dolphy's music playing
with the flute much more than with
the alto saxophone.
I get it, because he was arguably the greatest jazz flutist, but listen to his work with Mingus and Coltrane, and holy shit, nobody in his generation of alto players-- and I include Ornette-- nobody went where Eric went. And then of course the work on bass clarinet... of all the great jazz players who died young, I would list Dolphy first, partly because of the senseless racist circumstances of his death, but also because of how much promise his work showed. And then of course there's Booker Little....
Right at 4:12 tho… be still my heart
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how can these fine pianists deal with these out of tune pianos ? Oh well i guess they are used to it ! great performance though !
all pianos are out of tune, equal temperament sucks anyway!
@@funkybassymf132 I love a contrarian. J. S. Bach would disagree, but that's okay. :)
How come all these pianos at these clubs were so out of tune?
Because they, well, a combination of tight profit margins (nice pianos are expensive) and not giving a shit. I have always loved McCoy Tyner's Echoes of a Friend, recorded in Japan on a beautiful Japanese grand piano...