The highly individualistic,
esoteric nature of Joni Mitchells repertoire bears a natural affinity to jazz, a
genre characterized by improvisation. The highway, the road, an image
that occurs repeatedly in Mitchells work (in both lyrics and cover art) can be
metaphorically likened to improvisation itself a departure from the beaten path
into wondrous, uncharted territory. In choosing some of Mitchells more unusual
compositions for this project, producer/pianist David Lahm advances his vision of
Mitchells oeuvre by means of jazz. In many cases, the songs are almost
completely transformed, yet within the transformation something of the spirit of the
original resides. And while Joni Mitchell fans may find it incredible, Lahm found
himself introducing Mitchells work to many of the musicians involved in this
project. Jazz musicians just dont know her, they inhabit parallel
universes, Lahm notes. And that was the bridge that I could erect, and
hopefully cross here. In some cases
it derives from an instrumental interpretation of the lyric Blue Motel Room, for instance, relied upon spare
instrumentation and wistful, sometimes humorous vocals in its original form, but here the
blues are expressed more urgently, via Lew Tabakins knotty tenor phrases, augmented
by organ, harmonica, and drums. In a more broadly conceived refashioning, the
opening cut, Solid Love, uses
the upbeat swing of the octet arrangement to capture the buoyancy of the original, at the
same time informing it with a different, measured feel.
Throughout the course of an extraordinary,
prolific career, singer/songwriter Joni Mitchell has reached a broad audience, and almost
every music-lover has a favorite Joni tune. I was surprised to find Edith and The Kingpin, one of my top five,
included here. The tune (which included Bud Shank and Larry Carlton in its 1975
debut on The Hissing of Summer Lawns) appealed to me for a number of reasons
its tonal qualities enhanced the suspended feeling inherent in the story,
which opens with a set piece: a tableau of hangers-on at a club herald the arrival of the
dude. Concise, clever lyrics paint the picture: Small town, big
man, fresh lipstick glistening; His eyes hold Edith, his left hand holds his
right; and (the capper for me) The band sounds like typewriters.
At the center of the tale is the kingpins selection of Edith from the female
ensemble of wannabes. Repeated guitar lines and reverb effects seemed to convey a
sensation of strobe lights and circling dance floors, and simulated the dizzying action of
the narrative, which moved from drugs to seduction to an intoxicated stasis. On this
CD, Randy Brecker interprets the tune on flügelhorn, taking it at a slowed-down pace,
mining the songs melancholic vein and highlighting, perhaps unwittingly, one of the
more trenchant lyrics: Women he has taken grow old too soon. In
Breckers hands, the tunes ultimate sadness is realized; he captures the
combined spirit of longing and futility, and he does so in a rendition that hews more
closely to the original than possibly any other on the album. And thats just
fine, because they dont get any more original than Joni Mitchell. Jazz is
another way to hear her.
Karen Bennett
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