We’ve all be there: It’s Sunday or Thursday and you don’t know what to do. Do you put your best foot forward and go to listen to the piano quartet in the concert hall? Or do you drink one or too many beers in a dingy basement bar, while looking at a tattered Merve booklet and listen to that great live recording of Albert Ayler from—when was it, Herbert?—in the background? Ah, yes, classical music and jazz. There are worlds between them, said a professor I don’t know very well the other day, louder than my worn out noise-cancelling headphones. Anyway, his argument was that classical music leads to excellence (his words!), whereas jazz quotes it (my goodness!). It’s utter nonsense, of course, the kind you only hear from allotment garden corpses these days. The world has moved on. Peter Brötzmann is dead. If you have any sense of beauty, you pack up the strings and put a drum set next to them, snort through the trombone and say, »Why hasn’t anyone thought of that yet?«. Well, the ensemble Ambidexter—a collective from Leipzig—had a similar idea for TELESKOP. And thank you, Professor, the début resulting from this train of thought is really excellently quoted!
Limpe Fuchs
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