Alright……. I suppose that when nobody reads your blog, this is when it comes in handy. I am snowed inside my house, with only homework for company and no more Little Britain DVDs to watch (I took care of those in the forst 3 days of break). So I am going to write, aimlessly and obliviously, about Keith Jarrett.
I say “obliviously”, because I only just heard him yesterday, and I know nothing more about him beyond the fact that he was a jazz pianist who was popular in the 70’s and had a concert in Koln that was almost entirely improvised, and entirely preformed on the piano. It is astounding. He has such a knowledge of the piano, that there is no barrier between his mind and the music that comes out. It is endlessly engaging music to listen to – fresh, light and lovely scales tinker against one another like a windchime… only to fall into a dark, jagged series of chords above which he moans and gasps along with the notes (not kidding – he does the “gospel shout”). The skill and emotion of Keith Jarrett surpasses all pianists previously known to me. In this concert album (aptly titled “The Koln Concert”), he has created a timeless portal for all listeners of music…. into the most wonderous, and most intimate parts of his mind.
