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Episode 280
Pop music is not sleeping, new adventors are constantly waiting, it is a single coming and going. Appropriate weeks are behind your author. Recently I finally bought the album “Diamond Jubilee” from Cindy Lee. The best record of 2025, it would not have been released in 2024.
I paid 60 euros for the piece, that is more euros than holes in the Royal Albert Hall fit. For about the same price you would get four solidly preserved jazz fusion panels. I know that because I recently acquired a certain expertise in this area.
Recently, I thought it was time to finally be interested in jazz fusion, perhaps the last musical genre, in which I had not yet succeeded in caught grant. But now, at almost 100 years, the time seemed.
The beautiful record cover of the fusion jazz
The fusion music, according to my suddenly won conviction, was given a force from the beginning of creation to illuminate the shady path of truth to humans. Fresh on, I called, I was given gratitude and polyfonia! Weather Report and Chick Corea receives a new believer in your temples!
It was honestly the record cover that I had done. Maybe it has to do with the metabolism in old age, but I suddenly found these covers extremely promising: birds, sky, clouds, even more birds, occasionally an ocean.
What couldn’t please the sensitive music lover here? Some cover of the genre, admittedly, took me extremely unexciously, which made them appear extremely promising again from a certain degree of enthusiasm-as in every parallel world, the laws of logic are levered out in the context of jazz fusion.
I now spent whole nights with the sighting of rarely visited YouTube channels of white-haired men who were designed by these works. The gates to a new world seemed to open, a world whose rules and customs I had often laughed, but which now seemed to me to offer labels to land -like land -like size.
The problem was: I didn’t like the music at all. It couldn’t be talked around. The rhythms sounded like the music that has become music to people who had unhappily linked their legs during yoga. It seemed to me as if everything was going past everything. In addition, someone was always advisable to play the flute. You have to say that: there is a real cross -flute furor in this genre.
I broke off the experiment. Jazz fusion, according to the painful realization, would not stick the hoped-for pavement on my 2025 soul wounds. Before the angry members of the local Weather Report fan club, but then chains my bicycle, it should be said that it is not because of the jazz fusion, it is only up to me.
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“Diamond Jubilee” by Cindy Lee
A lot of nectar can be sucked from the Cindy-Lee album: “Diamond Jubilee” is basically the opposite of jazz fusion, but ultimately everything is the opposite of jazz fusion. You too would buy this miracle for increasing your happiness in life: an amalgam from Brill Building, Girlgroup hits and Torch Songs, put into work with Homereciting agents of a pale ghost. Psychedelia, synth pop and some morricone.
If Stephin Merritt’s project The Magnetic Fields were hijacked by extraterrestrials, the result of sounds such as “Diamond Jubilee”. A plate, almost nothing for a long time. Only the cover doesn’t touch me. But that’s not bad, I can look at my jazz fusion albums when I listened. Birds, sky, clouds, occasionally an ocean.