Get Your Grouch On
I love Neven Mrgan (as much as you can “love” someone you don’t know personally) but sometimes he is the reason that tumblr needs a Get-Off-My-Lawn-Button.
Here’s the thing with fusion jazz. Between 1968 and 1971, it was the greatest thing in music, a rare chimera that walked and talked. Then, things went bananas pretty quickly, and I’m talking rather bad bananas here. With every fusion band, you can be assured that if their first album is great (like Hendrix jamming with Miles! Wow!) albums two through fifty-five are basically seventy minutes of Peruvian pan flute.
Sheesh, obliterating basically the whole career of Weather Report, Return To Forever, several incarnations of The Headhunters and virtually every CTI Artist ever in one fell swoop would empty out my iTunes library pretty thoroughly. What should I listen to now? David Axelrod all day long? I don’t think so.
