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Watching the Giants-Rangers World Series, I couldn’t decide if the situation was a win-win or a no-win. Growing up freezing my butt off in Candlestick Park’s infamous left-field bleachers, I was indoctrinated with the frustration every old-time Giants fan knew intimately. They won just one pennant during my years in the Bay Area – only to lose to the Yankees in Game 7 of the ’62 World Series, when Bobby Richardson speared Willie McCovey’s potentially game-winning line drive in the bottom of the ninth. But now, the same approximate distance that separated me from Candlestick separates me from the Ballpark In Arlington – home to the Texas Rangers, who hadn’t won a pennant in their 38-year history. So I sat glued to my TV, wearing my Giants jersey and Rangers cap, wishing the Series could be extended indefinitely. I’m not going to attempt any baseball/ music metaphors; I’ll leave that silliness to Ken Burns. But it’s worth pointing out that unlike baseball, in music, on occasion, you can have McCovey and Richardson on the same team – or Tim Lincecum and Josh Hamilton. And as the American pastime grows evermore multi-cultural, music remains far ahead of society’s curve (let alone sports’) in terms of diversity, equal opportunity, and cross-pollination. One of the ultimate examples of the universality of music is AfroCubism (World Circuit/Nonesuch). It was not only produced by Nick Gold, who was responsible for 1997’s surprise hit Buena Vista Social Club, this melding of musicians from Mali and Cuba is Gold’s original album concept that morphed into Buena Vista. In ’96, when Mali’s Bassekou Kouyate and Djelimady Tounkara weren’t able to secure visas to travel to Cuba to collaborate with musicians Gold had lined up there, he and Ry Cooder rounded up forgotten players from Havana’s heyday and cut an album of son music, and the rest is history. But Gold finally realized his vision; in fact, he added more Malian players to the mix – this time recording in Spain. Kouyate plays an ngoni – a fourstringed, fretless ancestor of the banjo. In addition to his collaborations with Ali Farka Toure (sort of the John Lee Hooker of Mali), he leads Ngoni Ba, an amazing band composed of ngonis in various sizes and pitches, percussion, and his vocalist/ wife, Amy Sacko (while you’re youtubing videos of Kouyate and Sacko, be sure to check out the jam between Tounkara and Bill Frisell!). Tounkara started on ngoni but switched to guitar, and is now considered Mali’s greatest electric guitarist – shown to full effect on his original instrumental “Djelimady Rumba” and “Jarabi,” a showcase for Toumani Diabate, who sings and plays the harp-like kora, made from a gourd. Add to this Lassana Diabate’s swirling balafon marimba, the acoustic guitar and sandy vocals of the BVSC’s Eliades Ochoa, and the backing of the latter’s Grupo Patria, and you’ve got one intoxicating mojito. What’s remarkable, though, is that the album doesn’t scream “fusion” (nor fission, for that matter). Far from beating you over the head with the cross-cultural component, it comes off organically, like a high-caliber jazz session – its participants masters of improvisation and sympathetic accompaniment. Possibly the best illustration is the instrumental rendition of “Guantanamera” that closes the CD. Attempting any version of such an overdone Cuban standard (from Pete Seeger folk to the Sandpipers’ pop hit) could descend into schmaltz, but the string-trio format of Ochoa, Kouyate, and Diabate elevate it, and it becomes the perfect closer to a terrific album. England’s Dave Holland is one of jazz’ great upright bassists, best known for his work with Miles Davis and such Davis alums as Chick Corea and Wayne Shorter. But as far back as the early ’70s, he revealed his eclectic side, lending his talents to projects by John Hartford and Bonnie Raitt. In 1975, he was part of a Flying Fish album simply called Norman Blake/Tut Taylor/Sam Bush/ Butch Robins/Vassar Clements/David Holland/Jethro Burns, in which its cast ricocheted from bluegrass to Ellington, presaging “new acoustic” and “Dawg” musics in the process. (Will somebody please reissue this gem on CD?) So it’s not surprising to see him collaborating with f lamenco guitarist Pepe Habichuela – previously teamed with jazz greats Jaco Pastorius and Don Cherry, who likened the flamenco master’s sound to “a tree crying.” On Hands (Dare2 Records), Holland and Habichuela and joined by various members of the Habichuela/Carmona clan on rhythm guitars and percussion, including Pepe’s son, Josemi Carmona, who co-produced the album with Holland. In his liner notes, Jose Manuel Gamboa details the various branches of the Granada family’s tree, but it’s a mite convoluted. Suffice to say this is a family affair. Holland, however, is the one stretching himself most – deftly absorbing and conforming to flamenco’s rhythms and rich history. Even though he composed two of the CD’s 10 songs, “flamenco-jazz” this is not. What it is, though, is a beautiful, often mesmerizing balance of technique and emotion – of the highest, deepest levels. Nigeria’s Sunday Adeniyi, better known as King Sunny Ade, is the high priest of juju music, the danceable hybrid of Western pop and traditional African music. Most of the Western world discovered him through such early-’80s albums as Juju Music and Aura (featuring a cameo from Stevie Wonder). But as infectious as his music was on record (he released more than 100 albums on his own label in Nigeria), his first American concerts were revelations, as his 18-piece band, the African Beats, sometimes stretched trance-inducing pieces to 30-plus minutes. For his first international release in more than a decade, Baba Mo Tunde (Mesa/Indigedisc), Ade’s aim was to bring that energy and freedom to the studio, and he succeeds admirably. With talking drums, a chorus of male singer/dancers, and Ade’s crystalline, staccato electric guitar, the doublealbum’s seven songs span nearly two hours. If your jam-band alarm just went off, fear not. I have less patience for that syndrome than anyone this side of Ian McLagan (“My worst fear is that I’ll die and come back as a member of a jam band”), but even the half-hour-long title song held my attention. In fact, at half that length, hip-hop deejay King Britt’s remix of the song (thankfully the only such concession on the album) made me restless two minutes in. The only other minus is that the pedalsteel guitar that was part of Ade’s sound for years (originally supplied by Ademola Adepoju, and later Biodun Fatoke) is absent. But John Wlaysewski of New York’s Flying Machines adds a snakey guitar solo to “Baba Loun Sohun Gbogbo,” and Joe Doria’s B-3 gives the party a nice, jazzy touch. 03/01/11
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