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Neon Art, Vol. 1
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Part of
'
bootleg series, 2015's
showcases the legendary jazz saxophonist performing live at Parnell's in Seattle, Washington in 1981. Curated by his then wife and manager,
, the
releases document one of the most creatively fertile periods of
's career during the final years of his life.
, who died of a stroke on June 15, 1982, was in the throes of a career resurgence during the late '70s and early '80s, having adopted a methadone treatment program to curb his heroin addiction. It was a problem that infamously saw him serve multiple jail sentences in the '50s and '60s, including a final stretch in San Quentin. However, his addiction also brought him to the Synanon rehabilitation facility in 1968, where he met and ultimately fell in love with
. Under her managerial guidance,
toured constantly and recorded a bevy of well-regarded albums. These tracks, recorded around the same time he produced
,
, and
, showcase
backed by several of his most trusted musical associates, pianist
, bassist
, and drummer
. Having started out as one of the stars of the West Coast "cool" school of jazz, by 1981
had expanded his palette, incorporating a more outre
-influenced style, full of urgent squelch and soulful grit, that nonetheless retained all of his earlier lyrical qualities. Together,
and his band display a palpably intuitive group interplay that strikes a perfect balance between fluid melodicism and spontaneous, bluesy outbursts. Although
only contains two tracks (the roiling funk-a-loo number "Red Car" and the swaggering "Blues for Blanche") at over 15 minutes apiece, they reveal both
's mature talent at building his solos with narrative-like structure and the cornucopia of musical ideas that seem to burst forth out of his mind and through his saxophone with an unhinged glee. ~ Matt Collar