Steve Dalachinsky on Matthew Shipp

What Is This Thing Called Shipp?

Matthew Shipp – Art of the Improviser

Thirsty Ear 57197 – 2cds

Matthew solo live in Paris January 28, 2011

Matthew Shipp Trio live at (Le) Poisson Rouge March 7, 2011

 

Recognizable materials:

Piano

Pianist

Standards / or at least fragments of such

Improvisation

Recently I had the pleasure of seeing a Matthew Shipp solo gig in Paris. This was followed a bit more than a month later by a trio gig at (Le) Poisson Rouge in Manhattan to celebrate his most recent cd Art of the Improviser, which itself celebrates Shipp’s now more than 20 odd years as a major force on the “Jazz” scene. The solo concert which was part of the 20th anniversary of the French Sons D’ Hiver Festival was one of the highlights of my more than two month stay in Paris but not so for everyone who heard it as the following account will show.

The day after that gig Shipp received a Facebook message which I am sharing in its entirety with Shipp’s permission.

“We don’t know each other (and probably never will), but I just HAD to write to you after hearing your piano solo at the Sons d’ hiver festival last night at Choisy le Roi. I’m a pianist/percussionist working for the past 35 years in contemporary dance, so I’m naturally attracted by improvisers who belong to NO category. I actually went to the concert to hear what Geri Allen was going to do with  the tap dancer, and after reading some very interesting reviews of you, thought it would be great to discover an innovative  pianist I’d never heard before. What followed was beyond description. The first few moments I was captivated by your completely ‘organic’ visceral approach, your physical relationship with the piano, your obviously monstrous technique and completely personal voice. I very quickly began to hear and feel a sense of an anger (even rage) coming directly from the stage. I felt overwhelmed by the sheer force of rage and couldn’t get out of the hall without falling over the latecomers who were sitting on the stairs, so I had to sit it out. It was like being stuck in a nightmare. After an hour I was secretly pleading with you to STOP. At one point they even put the lights on briefly, but you didn’t take the hint. After some mild applause, you went right back, but I could get out and ran for the door! I was physically shaking and feeling totally aggressive to the extent that I had to discuss my feelings with the guy who was selling some books in the hall. (He couldn’t have cared less, but at least I was evacuating some of the negativity I felt.) I was furious and shaking and feeling MEAN. So why am I writing to you? Because I’ve never felt that from a performance and I think you have the right to know how you can affect people. I’m not criticizing your choices or trying to put you down, I just need to let you know how NEGATIVE the whole experience was for me in terms of whatever ‘vibes’ you were putting out. You may be a ‘genius ‘ and an innovator and far ahead of the rest of the crowd, but all I felt was a monstrous technician in a total egotistical rage who was in the middle of a primal scream. I would have preferred not to have shared such an intimate moment with you, but then I had no idea what I was in for.”

Shipp’s reply was essentially that “the negativity she felt was her own and that she should assume he was a genius and that obviously his music brought up a bad feeling of inadequacy in her she being a pianist herself.” He also told her to check herself out because she must be disturbed to begin with.

Well she did get a few things right however. Shipp is “innovative” and can be dark and aggressive. Certainly has a “completely visceral organic approach” as well as “monstrous technique.” “A completely personal voice” and his “physical relationship with the piano” is so well integrated, even at times childishly clumsy, due to his complete intimacy and oneness with it at this point. It’s sort of like playing with your private parts to the fullest capacity possible.

Shipp’s most recent cd Art of the Improviser consists of two live concerts discs recorded in 2010. Disc One a trio recorded at The Arts Center of The Capital Region in Troy New York and Disc 2 a solo recorded at (Le) Poisson Rouge (which I attended). Both like the two recent gigs from 2011 were also coincidentally were only a month or so apart.

On both cds and in the recent live performances what you have is a similar distillation of energies. In all cases the contents of these concerts put forth a portrait of Shipp not for what he is or was but what he has become and will be. A dynamic force of well integrated improvisation(s) dealing with light and dark, lighthearted seriousness and the apex of what I term chaotic structuralism at its best.

As the title of the cd suggests this is about a man who has made his work into his art. Here we have a new type of jazz as well as a new brand of improvisational structuring within the already fairly compact, barely unlimited boundaries of jazz. A re-invention of the classic mold begun and broken by the likes of Armstrong, Tatum, Powell, Monk and Taylor to name but a few.  A reconfiguration of the solo. A synthesis of bop, hard bop and avante garde or as Shipp has often termed it Nu Bop, which I have finally come to understand.

Not a derived content or language. Not a suspended imagination like most of his colleagues but one that floats. Not a fixed reaction to one’s surroundings or instrument but a constant urgent immediacy. A new speaking in tongues. In other words an organic  language predicated entirely on a transfixed set of unruly rules rather than a mere how-to primer.

In both cds and recent concerts Shipp displays his mastery of composition as well as his knowledge of the classics. In his solo performances he smashes us with his 4D world then flies us gently though quirkily to the moon after which he takes us on the usual unusual ride of complexity with such wild spontaneous compositions as Wholetone, Module and Gamma Ray. In both settings he always fills us with his own philosophical musings fragmenting, pounding the music into shape as a sword-smith pounds molten metal into the shape of a fine honed blade.

In his trio performances he applies the same patterns only the ideas flow less densely, more quickly and perfectly integrated with the fine backing of the great rhythm section of Michael Bisio on bass and Shipp’s long time associate Whit Dickey on drums.

On the trio cd, made up mostly of Shipp originals we are given the New Fact(s) as Shipp sees them and then lead into an exemplary trio piece 3 in 1 with Dickey taking a totally splendid full out drum solo. After a furious but gently flowing Circular Temple Shipp leads the trio on a wild ride uptown with one of his many renditions of a perfectly intact “Take the A Train” bringing us back downtown with his probing study entitled  Virgin Complex.

At the recent trio gig at Poisson Rouge Shipp went from a slow balladic start into an immediate flurry of runs, faltering at times then straightly yet crookedly driving a path that follows many passionate trajectories. And once that passion begins to flow it never lets up and we leave the concert or get up from the couch if experiencing the cd, flooded by wave upon wave of musical complexity and scary beauty. The Nu bop language both here and on the new cd is displayed with all its flashes of brilliance and displacement which includes Shipp’s unique down stroking of the mid-range keys and his gentle plucking at the inside strings, which he is getting better and better at and which he now almost always places in just the right places. Bisio fans the flames while Dickey splashes color all over the room. This is a music of shifting paradigms, of stopping and starting on a dime, of insane inconsistencies that shouldn’t work but do. Taking the piano apart and at times beating it mercilessly with a choppy, frail sometimes unattractive ambience. Bisio’s crunching arco bowing heightening the tensions already created by Shipp. The set augmented by Shipp’s signature fragmenting of standards in this case a sudden dive into “What is this thing called Love?” Then after a wonderfully flashy Dickey solo Shipp re-enters with his usual gloom/doom type chords which miraculously lead into a both playful and frightening version of “Frere Jacques” bringing the set to a close.

On all of these occasions Shipp has once again shown us all aspects and facets of his playing, his intellect, spirit and soul. He has provided us with this new concept of space.

This feeling of spaciousness while at the same time leaving us little space to breath.

His complete ability to ramble allowing his muses to take full control or at least making them think they are in control all the time pulling the strings while seemingly exercising total abandon, jabbing those major chords while manipulating and dismantling the minor ones.

I wonder what that gal who Facebooked Shipp would feel/do if she played these cds over and over again in her tiny little room. Jump out the window in an ecstatic frenzy or simply walk over to the Seine go insane and throw herself and the cds into the drink?

After this recording any similarity to things/materials/ musics alive or dead is purely coincidental.

So what is this thing called Shipp you ask? Buy the cd and find out.

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1 Response

  1. Thanks for posting this, Pierre. (And thanks for writing it, Steve.) Here’s an interview with Matthew Shipp I conducted last year: http://thejazzsession.com/2010/01/25/the-jazz-session-137-matthew-shipp/

    …and a poem written about the Troy concert that Steve mentioned in his piece:

    http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/02/poem-gravity/

    All the best,

    Jason

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