Miles Davis -
In Concert (1973)
One of the best things about MusicBoomerang is the element of surprise. Back in 2006 when lala opened for CD trading, I took the time to enter my entire CD collection manually and a corresponding number of wants. Luckily MusicBoomerang was able to import this data on the demise of lala, so my want list remains alive and well to this day.
As you can see from my trading page, 5,000 wants are a gift that just keeps giving. Not long ago, a beautiful copy of the 1997 SBM remaster of
In Concert arrived in a trade from one of my favorite traders who also happens to be an attorney.
I have to admit that I am woefully ignorant of Miles Davis' output following
Bitches Brew (which you may recall is not a favorite of mine). How many of these albums are YOU familiar with?
- Bitches Brew (1970)
- Jack Johnson (1971)
- Live-Evil (1971)
- On the Corner (1972)
- In Concert (1973)
- Big Fun (1974)
- Get Up with It (1974)
- Agharta (1975)
- Pangaea (1975)
- Dark Magus (1977)
Davis released no new studio albums between
On The Corner in 1972 and
The Man With The Horn 9 years later. So he filled the decade (which saw his temporary retirement in 1975) with a gaggle of mostly live releases in an increasingly idiosyncratic style guaranteed to mystify a casual (or in my case, lazy) student of his work.
In Concert presents the September 29, 1972 show from Philharmonic Hall in New York. The original LP release lists just two titles "Foot Fooler" and "Slickaphonics" spanning nearly 90 minutes on two discs. The personnel include jazzers Carlos Garnett (sax), Al Foster (drums) and Michael Henderson (bass) along with electric piano, synthesizer, electric guitar, electric sitar, tablas and a percussionist. Miles himself plays electric trumpet with a wah wah pedal, resulting in a funky sound that wanders effortlessly through the long, tuneless tunes. Surprisingly, the results are quite enjoyable. Some jazz critics didn't get it but others did, including Robert Christgau of all people, who wrote:
"
By In Concert ... [Michael] Henderson is the sole survivor from the more talented prior band—although, crucially, Al Foster pushes like [Jack] DeJohnette with less excess motion. The result is the purest jazz-funk record ever—not as quick or tricky as James Brown, but more richly layered, riffs and drones and wah-wahs and tunelets and weird noises and shifting key centers snaking along on a sexually solicitous, subtly indomitable pulse."
Having developed a fondness for James Brown's later funky jams of indeterminate length, like Christgau I found
In Concert appealing in the same sinuous style, unlike the in-your-face aggression of
Bitches Brew. Time passed very rapidly, and before I knew it the last note of the performance was fading away. Long ago I found the Japanese mini-LP sleeve versions of albums #3 through 10 at a bargain price. Next time I'm in the vault, I have to dig them out and give them some listening time to percolate into my newly elevated consciousness.

on the Sam-O-Meter.