Bill Carrothers - Excelsior (2011) [Hi-Res]
Artist: Bill Carrothers
Title: Excelsior
Year Of Release: 2011
Label: OutNote Records
Genre: Contemporary Jazz, Post-Bop
Quality: FLAC (tracks) [24/44.1] [Hi-Res]
Total Time: 60:37
Total Size: 518 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
Tracklist: Title: Excelsior
Year Of Release: 2011
Label: OutNote Records
Genre: Contemporary Jazz, Post-Bop
Quality: FLAC (tracks) [24/44.1] [Hi-Res]
Total Time: 60:37
Total Size: 518 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
01. Wild Rose Lane (3:10)
02. Trees (4:03)
03. Amusement Park (3:01)
04. The Commons (3:52)
05. Holy, Holy, Holy (3:17)
06. Lake Minnetonka (3:36)
07. Bike Ride (3:26)
08. Soda Fountain Happiness (2:52)
09. Water Street - Summer (5:25)
10. Water Street - Winter (5:20)
11. Excelsior Bay Fireworks (4:45)
12. Whoville (2:55)
13. Goodbye Carousel (1:50)
14. Cemetery on the Hill (4:37)
15. Bygone Era (4:23)
16. Excelsior in a Dream (4:05)
Pianist Bill Carrothers has titled his latest album 'Excelsior', 'the sort of town Norman Rockwell or Currier or Ives would have painted'. It's a town of 3,000 souls and Carrothers was one of them; this was his hometown. To celebrate it, or paint it in music, he went naked into the chamber - no tunes, no chord sequences, no nothing. This, then, is pure improvisation, a Minnesotan soundscape with evocative artwork to boot.
This, for a jazz pianist, is also a plangent and nostalgic album infused with classical feelings. Wild Rose Lane is like Satie, only with richer harmonies; the reflective nostalgia that pervades the disc is established from the off in this track, and so too is the MacDowell feeling. Trees has hymnal chording, Carrothers evoking memories of his youth with singing refinement; Ives without the ambiguity. Then, for Amusement Park, he takes us to another place, a frisky, off-beat hall of musical mirrors, a kind of bop boogie. The Commons is another richly voiced essay in nostalgia, before we're back to the church for Holy, Holy, Holy in which the hymn is spiced by light, but again non-Ivesian dissonances.
Lake Minnetonka is nicely filmic; if they film more Garrison Keillor it should do nicely. Then it's cocktail hour time in Bike Ride, in which he seems to quote What a Wonderful World. Is he using a prepared piano in Soda Fountain Happiness - something's on the strings, jangling away, accentuating the funky grooves. Warm, hazy and bluesy - that's Water Street - Summer whilst the Winter version has more filigree, crystalline runs reflective of the season. Excelsior Bay Fireworks has quite a pawkily voiced left hand against the slowly rolling right, whilst impressionist, Debussian harmonies infiltrate the hymnal reverie of Cemetery On The Hill. The drifting interior memories of his youth are pursued in the final track, Excelsior In a Dream.
This wistful, reflective delightful disc defies easy categorisation and is all the better for it. It's been beautifully recorded as well.
This, for a jazz pianist, is also a plangent and nostalgic album infused with classical feelings. Wild Rose Lane is like Satie, only with richer harmonies; the reflective nostalgia that pervades the disc is established from the off in this track, and so too is the MacDowell feeling. Trees has hymnal chording, Carrothers evoking memories of his youth with singing refinement; Ives without the ambiguity. Then, for Amusement Park, he takes us to another place, a frisky, off-beat hall of musical mirrors, a kind of bop boogie. The Commons is another richly voiced essay in nostalgia, before we're back to the church for Holy, Holy, Holy in which the hymn is spiced by light, but again non-Ivesian dissonances.
Lake Minnetonka is nicely filmic; if they film more Garrison Keillor it should do nicely. Then it's cocktail hour time in Bike Ride, in which he seems to quote What a Wonderful World. Is he using a prepared piano in Soda Fountain Happiness - something's on the strings, jangling away, accentuating the funky grooves. Warm, hazy and bluesy - that's Water Street - Summer whilst the Winter version has more filigree, crystalline runs reflective of the season. Excelsior Bay Fireworks has quite a pawkily voiced left hand against the slowly rolling right, whilst impressionist, Debussian harmonies infiltrate the hymnal reverie of Cemetery On The Hill. The drifting interior memories of his youth are pursued in the final track, Excelsior In a Dream.
This wistful, reflective delightful disc defies easy categorisation and is all the better for it. It's been beautifully recorded as well.
