It's Ornette Coleman's birthday tomorrow, March 19th. Everybody find their copy of "The Shape of Jazz to Come," or beg, borrow, or do whatever you have to do to get one, and give it a spin. If you haven't heard it, approach with an open mind and a willingness to listen to it two times in a row. It's kind of like listening to Monk for the first time: kind of unsettling and more than a little disorienting. I don't really know how to describe this record. It's "free" without being totally unhinged. It cooks in spots. It screes and wails and moans in parts. It's one of my favorite records!

Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue" came out two months after Ornette's release, and, apparently, Miles was pissed off at the attention that Ornette received. Apparently the radical departure on Shape, the exploding of boundaries, overshadowed Kind of Blue initially. Trying to compare the two records is like comparing apples and oranges. Now, this might be sacrilegious to some, but I like "Shape" better, much better--oranges. To continue to blaspheme, I think "Blue" is overrated and over-touted, a little boring and a little slow--apples. Don't get me wrong; it was my gateway into jazz. I know the record inside and out, but, pound for pound, lick for lick, I'll take Ornette every time. I'll also take "E.S.P." and "Miles Smiles" over "Kind of Blue" also.
Happy Birthday Ornette!
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