Frank Kimbrough Meantime
Meantime opens with the 1930s Weill/Brecht stage tune Alabama Song, here a languid, searching lament featuring the soulful sax of Andrew Zimmerman. Its sleepy pace is replaced by the jaunty, neo-bop swinger Laughing at Gravity, a feel-good tune. The noir-sounding Twenty Bars is followed by Andrew Hills Laverne, a classic straight-ahead swinger. Closing the side is the dreamy, dirge-like Elegy for PM. Riley Mulherkars trumpet and Zimmermans sax are featured on side twos opener, Katonah, a bouncy, slow-burning tune revealing Latin roots deep in its DNA. "Meantime" follows, a loose ensemble sound leading this number, evoking '50s free-jazz efforts -- more a statement than a song to my ears. The more traditional Four By Four features an inventive solo by Zimmerman laid down over a deliberately plodding rhythm. The leader contributes a fine solo here. Finally, the only ballad on the album, Harold Arlens Last Night When We Were Young, features Mulherkars mournful trumpet and Zimmermans sax over light, gauzy piano fills from Kimbrough. This song is achingly beautiful and my favorite on the album. My first impression after the stylus touched the groove was that Meantime was one of the better-sounding recordings Ive heard in some time. The perspective is up front and personal -- in a good way -- and the recording oozes texture and tonal truth. The dynamic range and freedom from artifacts were also notable. The 24-bit/88.2kHz digital recording was made by multi-Grammy-winning Marc Urselli at East Side Sound in Manhattan. Vintage microphones, some of which sport tubes, were used, and the signal was fed through analog preamps into an all-analog console. The mixdown was done with such care and attention to detail that it begs comparison to that of the best completely analog recordings. Scott Hull and Alex DeTurks mastering at Masterdisk is top notch. The 180-gram pressing, courtesy of MPO in France, was quiet and flat, and the entire presentation, fashioned by Parisian designer Antoine Leroux, is exquisite. A Cartier-Bresson-like photograph by Bernard Plossu appears on the sturdy gatefold jacket, and the inner sleeve is graced with poetry by Pulitzer Prize winner Tracy K. Smith. If you appreciate prescient jazz with a decidedly New York flair, this is one record club you will not regret joining. Your senses will be richly rewarded. |
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