Michael Vlatkovich: Trombone, Percussion
Rob Blakeslee: Trumpet, Flugelhorn
Jeff Kaiser: Trumpet
Jill Torberson: French Horn
Michael Powers: Bass Trombone
Mark Weaver: Tuba
Rich Halley: Tenor Saxophone
Kurt Peterson: Alto Saxophone/Tenor Saxophone
Alan Lechusza: Bass Clarinet
Chris Lee: Drum Set, Vibes, Percussion
Mark Weber: Narrator, Track 5
1. 5 Why Zee 1 3:53
Soloist: Vlatkovich, Kaiser, Halley, Lechusza
2. I Have These Tears 6:17
Soloist: Blakeslee, Peterson, Lee
3. Asking How Tiny Screams Rust Thousands Of
Times Beneath Enormous Rocks 7:07
Soloist: Powers, Halley
4. 8 5:31
5. Be Careful 1:54
Soloist: Vlatkovich, Kaiser, Torberson, Weber
6. 9113 6:20
Soloist: Vlatkovich, Kaiser, Torberson, Peterson, Lee
7. It’s Too Much To See Things Any More Clearly
Than One Must See Them 10:20
Soloist: Kaiser, Vlatkovich, Blakeslee, Halley
8. All Of You None Of Us Know 2:56
Music Composed by M. Vlatkovich, (c)2005 Julius Ivory Music, ASCAP • Poem Composed by Mark Weber
Recorded and Mastered by Sean Flora, Rocket Science Recording, Portland, Oregon
Color Photos by Harlan Goldberg • B&W Photo by Charles Britt
CD Design and Layout by Jeff Kaiser
Tom McNalley Trio
Tom McNalley: guitar
Jonas Tauber: bass
Ken Ollis: drums
1) Reddog 18:32
2) Orange Needle Society 13:53
3) ZHE 14:34
4) Mourned 9:54
5) Gallery 421 7:30
6) Loss 8:01
Total Playing Time: 72:24
All compositions by Tom McNalley, (C)2004 Tom McNalley Music, ASCAP
Recorded at Cappos Cafe, 10.6.03 by Keegan Quinn
CD mastering, art design, and layout by Jeff Kaiser
Photographs by Jonas Tauber and Tom McNalley
After getting the initial version of this CD, I sent copies to several people to see what they thought. One was my friend, author and music critic Richard Meltzer. He called and said that he loves the CD – very much, in fact – and if I wanted liner notes, he would write them. Naturally, and with gratitude, I took him up. — Tom McNalley
Hey, listen — I got something important to tell you:
Tom McNalley is the youngest Great Musician I’ve ever encountered.
Great! Amazing! To put things in even partial perspective, the last young’un anywhere near as adept and inventive and passionately original was probably David Murray, pre-WSQ, back when he was still a ferocious motherfucker.
Tom McNalley IS a ferocious motherfucker. By turns savage and tender — a killer and healer — nutso and nutty, then logical/lucid as Jerkoff Sebastian Bach, his playing is as hotly/coolly/sanely/madly a-dance and a-prance (at peace-and-war) with abstract notions as it is with direct emotional one-on-one — “interest” and “feeling” existentially melded (no mean feat) — “jazzy” in the least jaded, least guitar-baggaged, most mammal-elegant sense, while partaking EQUALLY of the dirty screaming scuzz of postwar blues and rock rock rock and roll…fuggit.
Sophisticated beyond its maker’s 21 years, Tom’s music spins, spills and spits forth whole vast sonic WORLDS (pardon my French), but if you’re lookin’ to hear Other Guitarists in his playing, well, you won’t hear other guitarists in his playing. Okay, splashes and soundings maybe — f’r sure he’s picked up “things” from Hendrix, McLaughlin, Sharrock, Nels Cline, Derek Bailey, Alberts Collins and King — but rarely anything as explicit as a borrowed “idea,” a riff, even a lick.
“I’ve never been lick-oriented,” says Tom. “I’ve tried to develop a sense of melody that will serve me, that’ll do me some good, and I always like to see how others handle it, but not through their licks.”
By “melody,” um, you mean tunes? Tunefulness?
“No, more like just the basis for telling a story — the unique and individual approaches of players I admire, the ones who seem to be emotionally honest, who have the chops to communicate directly and honestly. Most aren’t even guitarists. Rob Blakeslee is and has been very important to me, seeing how he makes the music that is his — the concepts he brings to his trumpet playing.
Ayler…Braxton…Charlie Parker, certainly — but not for anything to do with ‘bebop.’ Bebop as such has very little meaning to me.”
And what is the importance, the weight in the equation, of “free”?
“In a sense, I view composition as no more than a set of instructions for the band. There are things I want to happen, but they’re general. I like looseness — flexibility — so the music can go anywhere. In some cases there’ll be a written line, but usually no more than a suggestion of bass line, rhythmic groove, things like that. Half the tunes in this set, on this recording, are freely improvised — completely — there’s no written or suggested anything. Even the stuff that sounds written is very spur-of-the-moment. In real time, not trying to play to a pre-existent notion, but at the same time going for and building a musical totality, the players communicated the compositions to each other. We just played and listened.”
Played and listened: dig it!
Look, I don’t wanna make with the ultra-superlatives again — well, maybe I do — but this here album, on which Tom, bassist Jonas Tauber and drummer Ken Ollis explore, with extreme malice (and extreme care and definitude), the MYSTERY OF INTIMACY — stripmine it — achieve near-total communion — is to my ears the HOTTEST debut alb by a guitar guy & co. since Are You Experienced? Hendrix. Before you were born (that’s how old I am).
It is also — pardon my carried-away — one of the great trio albs, period, y’know like ever, up there with Trio in Real Time by Richard Grossman, the v. best of Bill Evans with Scott LaFaro and Paul Motian, and the bestest by Air with Steve McCall. The music these humpers make together is outstanding and astounding…I wouldn’t shit ya.
Hey — I love this record — ‘scuse me — disc. I hope you will too.
— Richard Meltzer, Portland, 2004