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Aug 26

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The timekeeper of Damascus

Intrigued by the title of Pat Thomas’s new album of solo piano music, The Solar Model of Ibn al-Shatir, I did a bit of online research into its source of inspiration. Born in Damascus in 1304, Ibn al-Shatir studied astronomy in Cairo and Alexandra before returning home to become the official timekeeper of the city’s main Umayyad Mosque. His extensive research into the relative movements of the sun, moon and planets enabled him to publish findings that represented an advance on the discoveries made in Ancient Greece and Egypt by Aristotle and Ptolemy, furthering a science whose subsequent luminaries included Copernicus and Newton. He died in 1375.

It’s hard to grasp now the eminence of such a figure in a world before clocks, a world of astrolabes and equants and epicycles. Al-Shatir designed a sundial for one of the minarets of his mosque — an engraved slab of marble 2m tall and 1m wide — and was responsible for determining the hours of the five daily prayers and the dates of the beginning and end of Ramadan. If you look online, you’ll find diagrams and calligraphy of great beauty.

He would probably have had interesting conversations on heliocentric matters with Sun Ra, another source of inspiration for Thomas, who was born in the UK in 1960 to music-loving parents from Antigua and is based in Oxford, from where he has worked with countless distinguished improvisers, notably the vibes-player Orphy Robinson in their shape-shifting group Black Top. Although Thomas decided he wanted to play piano as a small child after seeing Liberace on TV, and then adopted Oscar Peterson as an early model, today he belongs in a loose tradition of jazz pianists that includes Ellington, Monk, Herbie Nichols, Elmo Hope, Hasaan Ibn Ali, Dick Twardzik, Cecil Taylor, Andrew Hill, Muhal Richard Abrams and two Alexanders, von Schlippenbach and Hawkins.

The titles of the individual pieces also throw up some interesting information. “The Oud of Ziryab” refers to the 9th century Arab musician, born in Baghdad, who added a fifth pair of strings to the oud and spent most of his life in Al-Andalus, running an influential music school in Cordoba. “For George Saliba” salutes a contemporary academic, a professor at Columbia University and an expert on Arabic astronomy. “For Ibn al-Nafis” refers to a 13th century native of Damascus, an expert in law, literature theology and human anatomy who was the first to identify the way the blood circulates from the heart. “For Mansa Musa” is a dedication to a 14th century ruler of the Malian Empire, a man of enormous riches who famously went on an improbably lavish hajj in 1324-25, during which Musa allegedly built a mosque every Friday, wherever he stopped along his 2,700-mile route to Mecca.

That’ll do for the history lesson, although it might be enough to suggest how little those of us educated in the West actually know about the history and achievements of the Islamic world. What about the music? There’s nothing programmatic about the compositions and improvisations, in the sense that you could listen to them and remain unaware of any of the above associations. But I find it extremely stimulating, not least for the way that Thomas makes the piano sound very different: it sounds like wood and steel, and like something being struck. Not exactly “eighty-eight tuned drums” — a phrase generally attributed to Val Wilmer, although she’s not sure she coined it — but still very distinctive.

Thomas’s playing is marked by its clarity and control, even in the most intense moments. It’s rhythmically charged without being oppressive, and the counter-movement of his hands is often very compelling — sometimes reminding me, unlikely as it may seem, of Lennie Tristano in the mode of his “Descent into the Maelstrom”, a startling 1953 solo improvisation prefiguring Cecil Taylor’s flight from convention.

Thomas’s album is a follow-up to The Elephant Clock of Al Jazari, recorded at Café Oto in 2015 and released last year, inspired by a water clock devised in what is now Northern Iraq in the early 13th century by another visionary of the Islamic world. I don’t know whether Thomas intended these new pieces, recorded at the Fish Factory studio in North London on a single day in March of this year, to suggest the work of measuring movement of time in the world before the 17th century invention of the pendulum clock, but they certainly suggest something, though, even though it’s hard to pin down.

But however much or however little the listener cares to delve into the background of Thomas’s pieces, his high-tension creativity, his balance of contrast and continuity, and on this occasion his ability to coax an unusual timbre from the instrument make the album a very absorbing experience.

* Pat Thomas’s The Solar Model of Ibn al-Shatir is out now on the Otoroku label: https://patthomaspiano.bandcamp.com The photograph, taken during the session at the Fish Factory, is from the album cover and was taken by Abby Thomas.

Aug 16

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Before the lights go up

I try to make a habit of staying to the very end of a film’s credits, because you never know what you’re going to hear. I learnt that while sitting through Wim Wenders’ Until the End of the World. The film had seemed determined to live up to its title, but the reward was to discover Robbie Robertson’s magnificent “Breakin’ the Rules”, from his Storyville album, with its exquisitely understated Paul Buchanan second vocal and Wardell Quezergue’s barely-there horn arrangement.

Sitting through three and a half hours of Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s About Dry Grasses last week was no ordeal. Ceylan is possibly my favourite living director, and his new one lives up to Climates, Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, Winter Sleep and the rest. And while the credits were rolling, there was a bonus.

It was this. Philip Timofeyev’s “Adagio for Bassoon” is a piece of fake baroque music, written specially for the film. It’s an obvious homage to the popular “Adagio for Strings and Organ in G minor” supposedly written by Tomaso Albinoni in the 18th century but actually based on fragments of a manuscript left by the Venetian composer, turned into a piece in 1958 by his biographer, Remo Giazotto.

So a fake of a fake, then, in a way. But Timofeyev’s stately composition does its job perfectly. At the end of a dialogue-driven film in which the audience has been encouraged to reflect on all sorts of important issues, not least truth and lies, there is no rupture when the lights come on. We emerge into the street still thinking the thoughts that Ceylan implanted there.

* The still from About Dry Grasses shows the young Turkish actress Ece Bagci, whose performance is among the film’s highlights.

Aug 13

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‘Whoops! La-di-dah…’

If I had to nominate a favourite tiny moment, lasting no more than a couple of seconds, from any piece of music I know, it might be the one that occurs 1 minute and 30 seconds into “Stay”, by Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs.

The record — the shortest ever to hit No 1 in the US pop charts — is already fading out when Maurice suddenly cries: “Whoops! La-di-dah…” Goodness knows why, but somehow it fits perfectly and it sticks in the mind. Or at least it’s stuck in mine for six and a half decades, and I like the record enough to own it on a 45, an EP and an LP (for which I see I paid 50 cents — in an oldies store in Greenwich Village in the early ’70s, I think).

Maurice’s death has just been announced. He was 86, and he died at his home in Charlotte, North Carolina. I’ve been writing a full obituary for the Guardian this morning; it includes the charming story behind the song, as well as mentioning its various and very successful reincarnations. No doubt the piece will appear online before long.

Meanwhile, I thought those who already know the moment of which I’m so fond might like to be reminded of it, and those who don’t might enjoyed being introduced.

Aug 12

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‘The Black Chord’

David Corio is a fine British photographer whose book The Black Chord, with text by the writer Vivien Goldman, first appeared in the UK 25 years ago. A new edition, published by Hat & Beard, a Los Angeles-based imprint, presents his images of black musicians via a much more elegant design.

Corio was born in London in 1960 and had his first work published when he was 18. Where he differs from Roy DeCarava and Val Wilmer, two other great photographers of black music, is that most of his subjects are caught in performance, on or off stage. DeCarava and Wilmer both sought particular kinds of intimacy, spiritual or domestic. Corio’s images tend to look outward, making a direct address to the viewer, which means they work well in magazine features and on album covers, and the 200-odd photographs here, beautifully reproduced, combine to make an exhilarating book.

The subjects range from the drummers of Burundi and a Santeria ceremony in Cuba through John Lee Hooker, Fats Domino, Bobby Bland, Aretha Franklin, Art Blakey, Celia Cruz, Fela Kuti, Abbey Lincoln, Ray Charles, Barry White, Millie Jackson, Lee Perry, Ornette Coleman, Al Green, Toots Hibbert, Salif Keita, De La Soul, August Darnell, Sade, the Last Poets, Alton Ellis, PM Dawn, Miles Davis, Foday Musa Susa, Nile Rodgers, Don Cherry, Missy Elliott, and of course Bunny, Tosh and Bob. And many, many others. Goldman’s love of this music, from blues to jazz via R&B, soul, reggae, salsa, afrobeat and hip-hop, originally on view in her work in the 1970s for Sounds, the Melody Maker and the NME, infuses the lively essays that intersperse the groupings of photographs.

One of the pictures I like best contains no performers: over a double-page spread, half a dozen boys perch together around a sound system in London in 1978, shot from below, exuding life and possibilities despite the implicit challenge of the world around them. It has poetry in it. As, more obviously, does the portrait of Nina Simone seen above and also on the book’s cover, taken during a performance at Ronnie Scott’s in 1984, a photograph to make you think a lot about troubled genius. That, too, is Corio at his best.

* The Black Chord by David Corio with text by Vivien Goldman is published by Hat & Beard (hatandbeard.com), price $60.

Aug 5

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On Kit Downes

One night a few weeks ago I was at the Vortex, listening to a hour of free improvisation performed in the downstairs bar by the pianist Kit Downes with the saxophonist Tom Challenger, his familiar colleague, the drummer Andrew Lisle, and two names new to me; the guitarist Tara Cunningham and the bassist Caius Williams. It was a lovely set, full of lyricism and surprises. Downes, Challenger and Lisle are entirely at home in such an environment; it was a pleasure to hear the contributions of Cunningham, making an intriguing adaptation of the innovations associated with Derek Bailey, and Williams, who produced not just supple and responsive lines but the loveliest tone I’ve heard from an upright bass for ages.

Then I went home to resume listening to a new CD sent to me from Amsterdam, where the celebrated Bimhuis club had recorded Downes’s multinational 10-piece band playing an extended piece titled Dr Snap — one of a series of four “composition assignments reflecting the current zeitgeist” commissioned, under the overall heading of Reflex, from four different composers — and to Outpost of Dreams, Kit’s new album of duets with Norma Winstone on the ECM label.

Recorded live at the Bimhuis in November 2022, Dr Snap consists of seven pieces by Downes, one by Challenger and two by the bassist Petter Eldh. It begins in a deceptively mild manner — twitchy rhythms, knotty woodwind themes — before broadening and deepening as it goes on, opening out to expose exceptional work from the trumpeter Percy Pursglove, the saxophonists Ben van Gelder and Robin Fincker, the flautist Ketije Ringe Karahona, the guitarist Reinier Baas, the bassist Petter Eldh, and the drummers and percussionists Sun-Mi Hong, James Maddren and Veslemøy Narvesen, Plus, of course, the composer’s piano.

Like a lot of today’s jazz writing, it requires 11 fingers on one hand and seven on the other if you want to try and decipher the time signatures. But no such technical analysis is required for a simpler enjoyment of the music as it passes by, hastening without rushing, guided through its endless twists and turns by the highly inventive rhythm section.

There’s a lot of variety here, from passages of hustling density to a lovely stretch of serenity in “Pantheon 4”, a feature for Karahona, via the use of free-jazz techniques behind Pursglove on “Snapdraks”. The solos arise naturally, part of the overall design — as they did, for instance, in the recordings of Steve Lehman’s octet. Three-quarters of a century after what became known as the Birth of the Cool sessions, this kind of jazz for medium-sized ensembles continues to evolve in a very stimulating way.

Downes’s duo with Winstone is a meeting of minds as well as generations (he is 38, she is 82). His tunes join those of John Taylor, Ralph Towner and Adam O’Rourke as vehicles for her lyrics, which are full of elegant, often wistful references to nature and the seasons, to sky and light and wind and their effect on the senses. There are also fine versions of “Black Is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair” and of a traditional tune arranged by the late Bob Cornford, titled “Rowing Home”. From the latter, was there ever a more ECM-evoking opening to a lyric than “Upon the lake in winter sun / A sun that bleaches the sky…”?

As further evidence of Downes’s scope, there’s a forthcoming trio LP called Breaking the Shell on which he plays pipe organ with the guitarist Bill Frisell and the drummer Andrew Cyrille. A track called “Este a Székelyeknél”, released on Bandcamp by the Red Hook label this week, suggests that this, too, will be a notable addition to the body of work being assembled by one of the most consistently stimulating musicians of our time.

* Dr Snap is on the Bimhuis label and Outpost of Dreams is on ECM, both albums out now. Breaking the Shell is released by Red Hook on September 27. The photograph of Kit Downes with the Dr Snap band was taken at the Bimhuis by Maarten Nauw.