I tried to learn jazz in school. I gave up when my teacher, you know the cool guy in the beret, was afraid to say “Bitches Brew” in front of the class. Not sure if he was afraid of such a harsh curse as “bitch” falling on the ears of impressionable community college students, or if he felt that what he called “the album that Miles Davis released in 1970” was in itself some kind of a curse word. Some jazz purists are still terrified by the chain reaction that album caused. I am terrified by the inability of a musical world based on freedom of expression to move beyond a cookie cutter state of mind. How “cool” are you, how “free” are you when you are belching out another rendition of Autumn Leaves for a restaurant full of martini sippers?
This is my jazz. Free of chord charts, free of the tyranny of the trio, free of any expectation or intent. Simply ten fingers and one mind connecting to something else to bring you the freest jazz imaginable. All songs and sounds (except the found ones) improvised. All instruments by p k g d. Drums programming by p k g d. This is a live recording with no looping or multi tracking. This is not free jazz. This is the Freest Jazz.