Thelonious Monk rides again: "Here’s the question: If jazz is America’s classical music, could that mean Thelonious Sphere Monk is on the way to becoming the American Mozart?"
NYT writes about the upcoming film Black Snake Moan: "In the film a former blues musician turned rural farmer, played by Mr. Jackson, happens on a battered, half-naked young woman, Christina Ricci, and takes it upon himself to nurse her back to health. In an effort to cure the troubled girl of her “sickness,” he chains her to his radiator. Eventually both are reborn by their growing spiritual connection. As reflected in the mix of trancelike rural minimalism and throbbing juke-joint blues from Mr. Bomar, the film presents music as salve, as salvation, as exorcism."
Tom Hull goes prospecting: "Duds I would rather not deal with, but the editors do like the occasional taste of blood. I do wish Wynton Marsalis wasn't the obvious choice, since his limits are by now so well known that it's unremarkable when he falls into them, and the record is only somewhat substandard -- not outright awful. Then there's Madeleine Peyroux, who's likable enough except when you compare her to any of a dozen other singers, and we have plenty of them in the running this round. Or there's Warren Vaché and the Scottish Ensemble, the latest in a long string of suicide-by-strings albums."
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