It says a lot about his enduring hold on jazz listeners that over a half century into his career, the descriptive phrases most commonly put in front of Wayne Shorter's name — along with "the great saxophonist and composer" — remain "the elusive" and "the enigmatic." The inside tray card to Shorter's Without a Net, the runaway Best Album winner in this year's NPR Music Jazz Critics Poll, pictures him from the back, in spotlighted silhouette. It's reminiscent of the cover of 2002's Footprints Live!, where only half of his face was visible in the mirror of a navigator's compass. Both poses are evocative of his solos, his tunes and his persona, all of which routinely invite us to fill in the blanks.
Shorter made his recording debut in 1959, during the last years of the Eisenhower administration. It was when America's sense of being "post-war" ended, and a sense of living in postmodern times began. It was also a time of change in jazz, which was not only threatened with irrelevance by pop and soul, but also facing attack from its own embittered avant-garde. Acting as mediators in all this was a cadre of young musicians who recorded for Blue Note Records and passed through the Miles Davis Quintet — most prominently Wayne Shorter.
Though he's never disappeared completely, like Sonny Rollins did twice in the '50s and '60s, Shorter has drifted in and out of focus since 1971, when he left Miles Davis' band to start Weather Report. The upshot is that each album he releases that even hints at his full stature — there have been surprisingly few over the last 35 or 40 years — is embraced as a comeback. Without a Net marks Shorter's return to Blue Note, the label for which he recorded his most influential small-group work of the 1960s. Its victory this year was as inevitable as Footsteps Live! would have been in 2002 or Alegria a year later.
Shorter included, this was a year of statistical oddities in my annual critics poll, now affiliated with NPR Music — following five years at The Village Voice and the last two at Rhapsody — and by this point the oldest-established permanent floating crap game in jazz.
Margins Of Victory: Though Without a Net appeared on only slightly more than a third of this year's 136 ballots (so much for consensus), its margin over Craig Taborn's Chants, the runner-up, was 194.5 points. But a mere seven points separated the next three places — Chants, Charles Lloyd and Jason Moran's Hagar's Song, and Cécile McLorin Salvant's WomanChild. The poll featured a very tight race — just not for first. (Those half points result from a handful of voters who insisted on listing their choices without order of preference — pesky, but useful in avoiding ties further down the Top 50.)
ECM Plays The Dozen: Including Chris Potter's The Sirens (11th place) and the umpteenth release by Keith Jarrett's Standards Trio (12th), ECM Records placed a remarkable five albums in the top 12. That's welcome evidence that without betraying his vaunted aesthetic, label founder Manfred Eicher has been busily signing and recording artists who've already established their identities elsewhere and don't necessarily fit the label's long-established profile. Eicher's latest signing, for example, is Vijay Iyer, whose ECM debut is due early next year.
Disestablishmentarianism: With Jarrett, Potter, Joe Lovano, Rudresh Mahanthappa, Matthew Shipp, Wadada Leo Smith, Gregory Porter and Dave Holland all ranking somewhere 11-through-20, the poll's second tier arguably includes more established names than the Top 10 does, when you might reasonably expect it to be the other way around.
Revered Elders: Shorter was only third-oldest in the Top 50, behind Frank Wess (who died in October at age 91) and Ahmad Jamal (83).
Up-And-Comers: Four musicians who made their recording debuts within the last 10 years, including guitarist Mary Halvorson, placed in the Top 20. But two are singers (Cecile McLorin Salvant and Gregory Porter) and one is a non-playing composer (Darcy James Argue), which probably means nothing more than that instrumentalists have a tougher time establishing reputations. Meanwhile: Trumpeter Jonathan Finlayson, drummer Ches Smith, saxophonist Jon Irabagon and pianist Matt Mitchell each appeared as a sideman on two albums in the Top 10, and they're all in their late twenties or early thirties.
Slow But Steady: Even though 11 female performers, including Latin category winner Michele Rosewoman, are sprinkled liberally through the Top 100 — a sign of progress on that front — only Salvant and Halvorson cracked the Top 10.
Historicity: In Reissue, more than ever this was the year of the Big Box, ranging from humble double-CD sets to a 34-disc collection of Herbie Hancock's Columbia albums. My own favorite was the New York Art Quartet's Call It Art, a 12-and-a-half pound wooden box costing $340. It holds 5 LPs and a lavishly illustrated 156-page hardcover book tracing the evolution of both a seminal-but-overlooked free-jazz group (co-led by Roswell Rudd and John Tchicai) and a forgotten New York bohemian flourishing. It tallied only enough points to finish 9th in the category, but placed first on all eight ballots on which it was named, including mine.
In the end, though, it all added up to Wayne Shorter. Informed taste in jazz (which is all a poll such as this can hope to measure) and the direction in which the music looks to be heading at any given time inevitably mirror larger cultural drifts, however obliquely. Where Without a Net fits into the current zeitgeist and the year's other passing scenery is something for the ages to ponder.
But its victory somehow makes sense in the same year as the 50th anniversary of JFK's assassination and MLK's March on Washington, to say nothing of the Beatles live at the BBC and the disaffected '60s folkies strumming their way through both the movie Inside Llewyn Davis and Jonathan Lethem's Dissident Gardens. Sixties nostalgia? Very little of it, I think. The events and the music of the early 1960s are now among the formative memories of people not even close to being alive then.
Shorter's poll victory was so decisive I feel obligated to explain why Without a Net wasn't on my ballot (which is below). Though bowing to no one in my admiration for Shorter, I find a number of his solos on Without a Net sketchy or strained. I also think that "Pegasus," the lengthy piece involving a woodwind ensemble, needed more time on the drawing board, and hope that Shorter eventually revamps it and tries recording it again, preferably in the studio. And let's face it, if this weren't Wayne Shorter, whose musicianship is above cavil, many might be questioning his intonation in the upper register of his soprano saxophone.
But I don't for a second think this last failing is attributable to decline caused by Shorter's advanced age. To the contrary, I take it as ironic proof that Shorter is still daring himself and us, practically alone among the now-totemic Blue Note artists who emerged during the early '60s. The last of those New Frontiersmen is, to paraphrase a certain early '60s president, still choosing to go to the moon and do the other things, not because they are easy but because they are hard.
That said, I much prefer Endangered Species: The Music of Wayne Shorter (Motéma), a retrospective of Shorter tunes arranged by trumpeter David Weiss and played by his big band live at a New York club. It didn't make my Top 10, either, though it came awfully close.
The poll's Top 10 and mine share three entries in common. I don't know whether to say my colleagues went three-for-ten or I did. Either way, batting .300 is more than acceptable in anybody's league.
Mary Halvorson, Illusionary Sea (Firehouse 12). See poll results (10th overall).
Darcy James Argue's Secret Society, Brooklyn Babylon (New Amsterdam). See poll results (9th overall).
Revolutionary Ensemble, Counterparts (Mutable). This was the mighty avant-chamber trio's last concert together in Genoa in 2005 — two years before violinist Leroy Jenkins' death and four years before bassist Sirone's. You could say their fusing of jazz and classical elements proceeded logically from the Modern Jazz Quartet, but only once it's understood that by the time Sirone and Jenkins got together with percussionist Jerome Cooper in 1972, jazz no longer necessarily meant riffs and changes, and modern classical in no way still meant rondos and fugues.
Barry Altschul, The 3Dom Factor (TUM). The tuneful veteran drummer, a sideman for Paul Bley, Chick Corea, Anthony Braxton and Sam Rivers in the '70s, has been garnering renewed interest following last year's CD release of a 2007 reunion with Rivers and Dave Holland. This blissfully smoking yet melodic trio date with bassist Joe Fonda and tenor saxophonist Jon Irabagon (currently making a name for himself with Mostly Other People Do the Killing, as well as bands led by Mary Halvorson and Dave Douglas) is a great way to catch up with him.
Tim Berne's Snakeoil, Shadow Man (ECM). See poll results (6th overall).
Marty Ehrlich Large Ensemble, A Trumpet in the Morning (New World). The title track features J.D. Parran's recitation of a poem written by the obscure Arthur Brown and inspired by W.E.B. DuBois. It's one of the most lustrous pairings of music and text I know of offhand, and everything else here is equally stirring. Though Marty Ehrlich sets aside his saxophone to conduct, the lengthy and impressive list of soloists inclues Parran, Ray Anderson, James Zollar and Uri Caine.
Ethan Iverson-Lee Konitz-Larry Grenadier-Jorge Rossy, Costumes Are Mandatory (HighNote). Pianist Ethan Iverson states best what's going down here in his liner notes: "[This album] documents the four of us with the [Lennie] Tristano school and each other." It helps immeasurably that Tristano's approach to standards was as lyrical as it was thorny — a dichotomy Iverson shares — and that one of the four is alto saxophonist Lee Konitz, the last surviving participant on Tristano's groundbreaking 1949 free improvisations and still a risk-taker well into his 80s.
Travis Sullivan's Bjorkestra, I Go Humble (Zoho). I'll grant skeptics that only fellow Bjork fans might be as smitten by this as I am. But they have to grant me that Bjork's chants lend themselves readily to jazz reinterpretation, and that Becca Stevens's crystal-clear vocals are different enough from the composer's to sidestep invidious comparison.
Myra Melford, Life Carries Me This Way (Firehouse 12). In a year bursting with artful piano solo albums — Matthew Shipp's Piano Sutras (Thirsty Ear) and Bobby Avey's Be Not So Long to Speak (Minsi Ridge) are the two I most regret not squeezing onto my ballot — Melford's was the one that reached me most deeply. Impressionistically based on the paintings of a recently deceased friend, it's a lyrical and uncharacteristically simple effort by one of the most consistently challenging composers active in jazz today.
Eric Revis Trio, City of Asylum (Clean Feed). On his own, Branford Marsalis' bassist ventures into free territory Branford might cast a cold eye on. I might as easily have chosen Parallax, Revis's other excellent 2013 release, with Jason Moran, Ken Vandermark and Nasheet Waits. But what gives this one a slight edge for me are Revis' dark and rumbling collectively improvised tussles with pianist Kris Davis and drummer Andrew Cyrille, not to mention the most original take on a Thelonious Monk tune I've heard in a long while ("Gallop's Gallop").
Along with the Revis, Shipp, Avey and Weiss CDs already cited above, my honorable mentions are:
Taylor Ho Bynum 7-Tette, Navigation (Firehouse 12)
Alex Cline, For 'People in Sorrow' (Cryptogramophone)
Steve Coleman & Five Elements, Functional Arrhythmias (Pi)
Stephen Crump's Rosetta Trio's Thwirl (Sunnyside)
Joe Lovano Us Five, Cross Culture (Blue Note)
Ches Smith & These Arches, Hammered (Clean Feed).
Also, Andrew Hill, Solos: The Jazz Sessions, a download I learned about from seeing it on another critic's ballot, a perk of conducting this poll.
The rest of my ballot:
Reissues: New York Art Quartet, Call It Art (Triple Point); Miles Davis Quintet, The Bootleg Series, Vol. 2: Europe 1969 (Columbia/Legacy); and Clifford Jordan, The Complete Strata-East Sessions (Mosaic); followed by too many others to list here, though I have to say I don't get the point of a 34-disc Herbie Hancock retrospective.
Vocal: Fay Victor, Absinthe and Vermouth (Greene Avenue); followed by Andy Bey, The World According to Andy Bey (HighNote) and Rebecca Kilgore, Some Like It Hot (Eastwind Imports).
Debut: Jonathan Finlayson, Moment and the Message (Pi), closely followed by Matt Mitchell, Fiction (Pi).
Latin: Michele Rosewoman, New Yor-Uba: 30 Years — A Celebration of Cuba in America (Advanced Dance Disques).
This year's poll drew 137 voters, an all-time high. They listed over 700 different albums on their ballots, which you can see here.
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