Unglaublich! Diese Perfektion an völlig natürlich erscheinender rhythmischen Gestaltung des musikalischen Materials strahlt weit über allem, was bekannt ist. Isn't it?!
His style was abstract back thin they had never heard anything like it HE WAS KILLING THAT SHIT they didn't no what to do but to learn to adjust cause he was bringing something NEW
No, Max Roach was the first suoer-polyrhythm guy. Philly Joe Jones was next, then Elvin. Tony Williams totally revolutionized drumming, for he began to play 7/4, 9/4 time randomly or completely "out of time" plus using the high-hat on every down beat (church soul clap).
I have to respect these old time drummers they were innovator’s In the early days of jazz But like everyone else we have our favorites or players that move you I like Sonny Payne and of course Buddy Rich which no one was in his league and yet he looked up to these drummers and credited them
One of the HIGHEST FIDELITY recordings of Elvin that I ever heard was, "Live at the Lighthouse." - Two disk set. (Vinyl and CD) It sounds superb! As if you are sitting ten rows out, center. Get ready, cuz it is TRUE Avant-garde!! ❤
I've been watching Tony Williams (another one of my favorites besides Elvin) before clicking on this video..., I noticed that Elvin's style, especially the use of polyrhythms, did remind me of some of Tony's playing. Both drummers also had yellow colored drum sets (coincidence??) And Gretsch kits besides?! Two fantastic drummers..., they graced us w/ their talent while they were here!
So many drummers have tried to emulate this legend, but his heart was way deeper musically than what another tries to copy. He was an innovative mind for drumming.
Shots Of Love sessions 11 Apr. 1981 (Biograph) G Bm Em C G Bm/f# D C G Bm She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost Em C From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. G Bm/f# Em D C I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy. Told about Jesus, told about the rain, She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously. *) Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far? Were we sniped the bait? Did we follow a star through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach. Could I've been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech. C D G C And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico G C D Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire C D G C And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, G C D G Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire. Sea breeze blowin’, there’s a hellhound loose Redeemed men who have escaped from the noose Preaching faith and salvation, waitin’ on the night to arrive. He was well connected, but her heart was a snare And she had left him to die in there, He was goin’ down slow, just barely stayin’ alive. The cry of the peacock, flies buzz in my head, Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed, Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee.” We met at the station where the mission bells ring, She said, “I know what you’re thinking, but there ain’t a thing you can do about it, so let us just agree to agree.” And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire. Atlantic City by the cold grey sea I hear a voice crying, “Daddy,” I always think it’s for me, But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls. Every new messenger bringing evil report ’Bout armies on the march and time that is short An’ famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin’ down of the walls. Did you ever have a dream that you couldn’t explain? Did you ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain? She had chrome brown eyes that I won’t forget as long as she’s gone. I see the screw breaking loose, see the devil pounding on tin, I see a house in the country being torn apart from within. I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond. And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
in the early 70s, I was privileged to sit in Ronnie Scott's, right near the front, night after night and watch and listen, then walk home at 3am, (no night busses back then), wonderful! My ex managed to get me this old video from the USA.
I’m a 69 years older my love from playing the drums that it’s called Heart Beat. My artist way is to communicate with same wavelength musicians. I’m still playing drums now it’s progressive Rock 🪨 Thanks Mr. Elvin Jones for giving me the inspiration to play drums that has the ability of playing what you feel.
My dad was a jazz drummer and Elvin Jones was his hero. About twenty five years ago, my dad had the opportunity to hear Elvin give a masterclass in Montreal at the Salle Gesu concert hall and actually got to play with him. My dad told me that besides marrying my mom and my birth, that day with Elvin was happiest day of his life.
My dad was a jazz drummer and Elvin Jones was his hero. About twenty five years ago, my dad had the opportunity to hear Elvin give a masterclass in Montreal at the Salle Gesu concert hall and actually got to play with him. My dad told me that besides marrying my mom and my birth, that day with Elvin was happiest day of his life.
Totally cool. He starts with a marching type rhythm then goes into a whirlwind of all types of patterns with rolls and flams that gel together. I'm a drummer and I still find it difficult to articulate what's going on. What a talent.
