16.10.05
Se o assunto é jazz-space-funk, há aqui muito a explorar:«BURNT SUGAR is a territory band, a neo-tribal thang, a community hang, a society music guild aspiring to the condition of all that is molten, glacial, racial, spacial, oceanic, mythic, antiphonal and telepathic.
Some of us play with Steve Coleman, some of us play in Rolling Stone cover bands, some have stints with Jeff Buckley, Gary Lucas and The The on their resumes, others can list James Blood Ulmer, The Holmes Brothers, Carl Hancock- Rux, Norah Jones, P-Funk, Sheryl Crow and Earthdriver. At least one of us is a graduate of The Actors Studio.
Most are amazingly proficient and prolific composers and bandleaders in their own right. Post-Grunge to Post-Philly International to Post-Subotnick the flavors run. All take hats off to Miles Davis, Eddy Hazel, A.R. Kane, Sun Ra, Jimi Hendrix and the like for opening the gates and pushing us through.
Butch Morris's Conduction System for orchestral improvisation is the preferred mode of channeling for this Gotham based ensemble of African-Americans, South Asians, Middle-Easterners, Oregonians, Minnesotans, Ohioans and Europeans. Everyone of them is a border crossing trans-national whether they'll admit it or not. Spontaneous combustion being an occupational hazard in Gotham, Burnt Sugar is how we keep it real, surreal, arboreal, aquatic, incendiary. If only because we might be mistaken for the world's second fully improvisational acid-funk band.
To quote Arthur Jafa, we don't strive to be original, but aboriginal. Like the songlines and the dreaming, like Tracey Moffatt and The Last Wave, like Cubase and Cabrini Green. One foot in the prehistoric, the other in the post human. In this journey, you're the journal and we're the journalists. Houston, do you read and whatnot.
Oh, the utter negrocity of it all...» - Greg Tate
posted by eduardo chagas
@ 16.10.05 To quote Arthur Jafa, we don't strive to be original, but aboriginal. Like the songlines and the dreaming, like Tracey Moffatt and The Last Wave, like Cubase and Cabrini Green. One foot in the prehistoric, the other in the post human. In this journey, you're the journal and we're the journalists. Houston, do you read and whatnot.
Oh, the utter negrocity of it all...» - Greg Tate
