“You got to give up/ What you don’t want/ To get what you do/ What will we ever do with you?/Rawalpindi blues.” Paul Haines, librettist, Escalator Over The Hill.
Jack Bruce is dead. Most will recall him as the bass player and singer with Cream. He also wrote a couple of great songs in his solo career – check “Theme From An Imaginary Western” or better , “Rope Ladder To The Moon”, about unrequited love, from his album “Songs For A Tailor”.
He lived the rock and roll life to the hilt. He was also the prime mover in one of the most bonkers ever musical productions, the operetta “Escalator Over The Hill”. Composed by the Californian jazz musician Carla Bley, this was a mix of extreme avante garde jazz, rock, Indian music, modal yodelling, electronic systems music…
Jack played Jack, a guest in Cecil Clark’s Rawalpindi hotel, along with roommate Ginger. (Not Ginger Baker.) They don’t do a lot. “What will we ever do?” is the refrain. Anomie. It sprawled across three LPs. Paul Haines, who wrote the words, delayed the process when he disappeared to India to spend time in an ashram. This was the late 1960s. You get the picture.
Three entire LPs of anomie? Linda Ronstadt, Don Cherry, the late father of Neneh Cherry, John McLaughlin, Don Preston, various bit part players in the Andy Warhol circus, singer Jeanne Lee, drummer Paul Motian, some fierce new jazz players such as Gato Barbieri, they all wander through, playing their part, doing their thing. Don Cherry’s playing on “All India Radio” has become a classic. Jan Garbarek extends it out to 20 minutes on his own extemporisation on his own album. Listen to it, the original, if you like modern jazz. Or even if you don’t.
It nearly bankrupted Bley, one of the great jazz composers of our time, who released it on her own label. She pushed ahead with it. (Listen to her “Dinner Music” or “Social Studies”. An easier intro.)
I first heard EOTH when I was 19. I listen to it every six months or so even now. I wonder if, were I to hear it today, it would have the same impact. Much of it is by any meaningful standard barely listenable. When you are 19, your mind is so much more open.
“People raised for one thing/Like cows for milk and chickens for legs/Vote for something weak and to the point/Riding the escalator over the hill.”
Now go and listen to it, if you want. RIP Jack Bruce.