Any time my year-end list starts with more than 20 candidates, it’s been a pretty metal year for me. That was the case for 2013
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Never mind that our readers’ top pick for 2013 was actually published on December 27, 2011. It’s part of a trend involving a certain mop-topped bunch.
Old lions — namely Wayne Shorter, Boz Scaggs and James Cotton — certainly roared in 2013, putting out some of the most vital, present music of their careers.
Somehow, I ended up with a fair amount of country-ish material on this year’s list. How did that happen?
S. Victor Aaron’s Best of 2013 (Part 3 of 4, Avant Garde & Experimental Music): Ben Goldberg, Ceramic Dog
I used to call this the “whack jazz” (or is that “wack” jazz?) list, but I found that term to be too restrictive for what’s being presented below.
The Band is revealed in all of its muscular, almost (but never completely) out-of-control on-stage glory — bolstered, in a meeting of musical worlds, by these stabbing horn charts from Allen Toussaint.
Mark Saleski’s Best of 2013 (Jazz): Bill Frisell, Mary Halvorson, Mort Weiss, John Zorn, Pat Metheny
People like to make that joke about jazz not being dead — no, it just smells funny; har, har … oh, so clever — or they cling to the belief that nothing new has happened
S. Victor Aaron’s Best of 2013 (Part 2 of 4, Modern & Mainstream Jazz): Chris Potter, Rudresh Mahanthappa
There’s been a ton of great modern and mainstream jazz albums released this year, coming from stalwarts and newcomers alike. It’s not just tradition being upheld with grace and passion, there were loads of creative spurts by newcomers and stalwarts alike
S. Victor Aaron’s Best of 2013 (Part 1 of 4, Non-Jazz): Harper/ Musselwhite, Robert Randoph, Steven Wilson
With so many major releases typically timed go on sale to take advantage of the holiday shopping season, you’d think that most of the choicest music of any given year are records issued during the September-November timeframe.
Artists reclaimed their thrones in 2013, did things they were supposed to do in the way they were supposed to do them. Sounded, if nothing else, like their very own glorious selves.