I think Ali Jackson’s solo is great! Completely appropriate and idiomatic; which is more than can be said about Clapton’s. Yikes! A little out of his league I think. Re drum solos in general:
Wether we like drum solos or not there is a certain “jazz dynamic” that I think should be considered; it may not make everyone start to like drum solos but may put things in better context and perhaps help dislike them less . pryso alluded to this in an earlier post and Rok’s Wynton clip is a great example. It’s sort of an unwritten rule that in certain situations everyone gets to solo; everyone gets to tell his story. This goes to the communal element in jazz; kind of an old school respect thing.
During my college days in South Florida there was a weekly jam session at the local Unitarian Church led by the local jazz guru the great Ira Sullivan. It was open to anyone who wanted to play and also attracted an audience. At least every other weekend this guy who clearly had a few screws loose and who fancied himself a percussionist would show up to “play”. Horrible doesn’t begin to describe the sh&t this guy would play; completely out of time. He was musically clueless. Ira would NEVER say a word and always let the guy play as long as he wanted. Imagine a grooving band and someone hammering next door building cabinets.
Wether we like drum solos or not there is a certain “jazz dynamic” that I think should be considered; it may not make everyone start to like drum solos but may put things in better context and perhaps help dislike them less . pryso alluded to this in an earlier post and Rok’s Wynton clip is a great example. It’s sort of an unwritten rule that in certain situations everyone gets to solo; everyone gets to tell his story. This goes to the communal element in jazz; kind of an old school respect thing.
During my college days in South Florida there was a weekly jam session at the local Unitarian Church led by the local jazz guru the great Ira Sullivan. It was open to anyone who wanted to play and also attracted an audience. At least every other weekend this guy who clearly had a few screws loose and who fancied himself a percussionist would show up to “play”. Horrible doesn’t begin to describe the sh&t this guy would play; completely out of time. He was musically clueless. Ira would NEVER say a word and always let the guy play as long as he wanted. Imagine a grooving band and someone hammering next door building cabinets.