One end to the Other

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Wally Shoup
Greg Campbell
Greg Kelley
Bill Nace

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Greg Campbell, Greg Kelley, Bill Nace, Wally Shoup: "One End to the Other"
Greg Campbell -- drums, percussion, cornet, french horn
Greg Kelley--trumpet, microphone/mini-amp
Bill Nace--electric guitar
Wally Shoup--alto sax

1. Morning
2 separating a door from a window
3 transom
4 nothing is deprived of its warmth

Recorded during a recent trek to the Pacific Northwest, this session is very damaged by the post-tongue explosive devices packed by each of the quartet’s members. Skittering along the most devious edge of improvisational madness, Greg, Greg, Bill and Mr. Shoup bring four chunks of deep underground moisture into the air for the first time. Let us make to examine them.

“Morning” greets the listener beneath a raucous grackle filled tree, mounting to a commuters’ rage.  Then along comes a mage with mushrooms, and the growl and rasp spreads out into what one must imagine a stoned rabbit’s brain records from a dawn.

In “Separating a door from a window”, Mr. Shoup’s sax limns the wall of sound into permeable spaces.  The horns and percussion throw up bramble hollers of humorous squawk, but in the end, Wally is triumphant.

Like smoke snaking over the door, “Transom” is a very present and seductive piece. If you are a programmer, this is an excellent sound experience to loop, as it is both loving and bossy.

Horn and reed lead you into ‘Nothing is deprived of its warmth,’ and then gleefully pierce your eardrums with needles.  Once the path has been cleared to your brain, molten notes are poured in and, like a Dead Head prostrate with his pipe, you become one with the universe. A warm universe.

At first I thought it was weird they named this album after the lost book of Tolkien’s Simarillion. Now I’m not so sure.

Lili Dwight/Byron Coley

Deerfield MA 2015