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Apparently 1973 was a year of transformation in St. Louis, as two recently reissued documents reveal. Twenty-eight years ago, rock and jazz were in a state of flux, and in that state, tiny epiphanies occurred that, examined in 2001, have grown into massive, wonderfully transcendent declarations. The reissues shed light on a St. Louis past that's been woefully underexamined -- and worthy of intense celebration. The Screamin' Mee-Meesand Hot Scott Fischer's Warp Sessions 1973 (Slippy Town) and the Luther Thomas Human Arts Ensemble's Funky Donkey (Atavistic/Unheard Music Series) aren't related to each other, at least on the surface. The former is a document by a bunch of kids and a former Creem writer, screaming, banging on guitars and gargling beer for the sheer hell of it; the latter is a funk/jazz free-for-all recorded in a church in Laclede Towne that illustrates the remarkable jazz talent in St. Louis at that time. (Because of space limitations, we're saving an examination of Warp Sessions 1973for next week's column).
Funky Donkeywas recently reissued by Chicago's Atavistic label and their Unheard Music Series, curated by John Corbett. In the past, the series has resurrected music by, among other artists, Peter Brötzmann, Fred Anderson, the Rova Saxophone Quartetand Joe McPhee. Corbett says the impetus for the Donkeyreissues was a chance encounter with some works in his collection. "I had a copy of the record [originally issued on Creative Consciousness records in 1977] and had sort of been looking through my collection, wondering, 'What's next? What are we going to work on?' I'd always loved this record, and I stumbled across it in my collection, and I thought, 'It would be fantastic to do this.'" After tracking down Luther Thomas, who, though from St. Louis, divides his time between New York City and Copenhagen, Denmark, Corbett received the masters in the mail, and the result is Funky Donkey.
On these tapes, you can hear 11 St. Louis musicians overwhelm both a tape deck and a church with a remarkably intense, riff-heavy blend of free jazz and funk. The session's musicians were not only aces in St. Louis (many were members of the legendary Black Artists Group, the St. Louis jazz musicians' collective) but also some of the most original voices of the international jazz scene at the time: Thomas(alto saxophone), Lester Bowie(trumpet), Joseph Bowie(trombone), Charles "Bobo" Shaw(trap drums) and J.D. Parran (reeds), along with Floyd LeFlore(trumpet), Harold "Pudgey" Atterbury(trumpet), Abdella Ya Kum(percussion), Rocky Washington(percussion), Marvin Horne(guitar) and Eric Foreman (Fender bass). Also included on the reissue is a previously unreleased third track culled from the same performance.
Funky Donkey begins with a moan from Thomas' alto, a wobbly clarion call that indicates no direction but out, making you wonder where they're headed. Where they're headed doesn't seem to be, judging from this little cry, into the funk, but within moments a messy horn section -- the Bowie brothers' trumpet-and-trombone attack, along with the two other trumpets -- crashes smack-dab into a pure-funk guitar riff spit out by Horne that sounds like a drunken Meters outtake, and immediately the 11 are deep in the funk. They're riffing heavy, and although the players are ensconced in jazz, they're also revealing their collective roots in St. Louis' blues and rhythm & blues scenes. The sound is huge, and you can hear the echo of the cavernous Berea Presbyterian Church in Laclede Towne, which, at the time, was a Movement church that doubled as an arts center.
"I remember it quite well," says Parran, speaking from his home in New York City, of the performance. "My mama came! [Laughs.] I felt so sorry for her. She came in the door and Bobo and them were mashing -- and you know how loud those churches are. I don't see how my mama took it, the volume alone. She acted like -- she didn't let on that there was anything funny about it. I thought, 'How is she going to take it?' The volume alone was so great. I just said, 'Damn!'
"I don't remember there being hardly anyone there other than my mama," he laughs. "I think there was more cats onstage."
The title track burns; that riff continues unabated for eight glorious minutes, building up a wild momentum that seamlessly melds the freedom of BAG improv with the sturdiness of James Brown funk. Then, out of nowhere, all hell breaks loose as the musicians descend into the improvisational abyss, and a (relative) silence ensues. All 11 players are examining, blowing, respecting; guitarist Horne somehow lands on Howlin' Wolf's evil "Killing Floor" riff, which drummer Shaw (an unsung hero of St. Louis music if ever there was one) latches onto immediately and pounds into the ground. Solos are taken, and the whole thing, all 18 minutes of it, is over as quickly as it's started.
What's most surprising about the document is the funk. The record stomps, and those familiar with BAG's output will be surprised at the solid structure within "Funky Donkey." Parran says this is the direct result of the influence of Miles Davis. "Miles didn't just influence the people that were playing the trumpet. He kept influencing so much what kind of music they actually played. Miles had taken over everybody's consciousness at that time. Bobo and them, they -- this was a funk record.
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