{"id":143260,"date":"2019-01-28T08:05:23","date_gmt":"2019-01-28T13:05:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=143260"},"modified":"2019-08-30T10:39:43","modified_gmt":"2019-08-30T14:39:43","slug":"music-monday-introducing-50-greatest-albums-by-brendan-omalley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=143260","title":{"rendered":"Introducing: Music Monday: 50 Best Albums, by Brendan O’Malley. #50. Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"

My talented brother Brendan O’Malley used to blog, back in the day. He’s an amazing writer (and actor! He’s wonderful in the now-available You & Me<\/i>, directed by Alexander Baack. I interviewed Baack about the film here<\/a>.) His most recent gig was story editor\/writer on the hit series Survivor’s Remorse<\/i>. Brendan hasn’t blogged in years, but the “content” (dreaded word) is so good I asked if I could import some of it to my blog. He did series on books he loved, and albums he loved. (Brendan has been in numerous bands, is an amazing songwriter, a music-mad-man.) I thought it would be fun to put up some of the stuff here, since his blog is no more. So we’ll start with his list of 50 Best Albums. I’ll put up one every Monday. <\/p>\n

A word of warning: Every time anyone anywhere puts up a list on the Internet, you get comments like “What about [such-and-such]”? or “You forgot to include [such-and-such].” No. I didn’t. No anyone didn’t. This isn’t your list. Try not to be boring. How about you engage with what is here? There are no right answers, no right list, no right order. Let’s not try to shut down<\/i> conversation, but to continue<\/i> conversation. <\/p>\n

Brendan’s list of 50 Best Albums is part music-critique and part memoir. He writes personally about the albums, how he discovered them, the contexts of those discoveries, his preconceived notions vanishing in reality, or – more prosaically – where he was and when he was when he first heard the album. Some of the albums are by family members (many musicians), one is from him, and unavailable anywhere. This is a personal list. Albums that matter to my brother. <\/p>\n

I have always loved these essays, because I love to hear my brother talk. I am happy to share them with you!<\/p>\n

The way he designed the list is a count-down from the bottom, so we’ll start from 50 and work our way up. <\/p>\n

50 Best Albums, by Brendan O’Malley<\/h1>\n

50. Miles Davis – Sketches Of Spain<\/i><\/h2>\n

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In no particular order I am going to lay down the O’Malley gauntlet of greatness. I was talking with my cousin Mike about what the heck I was going to do next on my blog and he said I should review my favorite 50 albums. Well, what could I do? Once something like that is out there it has to be done.<\/p>\n

As I readied myself for the bus ride this morning I immediately thought of The Replacements album Let It Be<\/i> which is probably the album I’d have on a deserted island, an island with an iPod and electricity. But I have wanted this blog to be a constant source of challenge. I’ll get to Let It Be<\/i> but I thought I’d start with something I barely have a vocabulary to cover…<\/p>\n

Jazz.<\/p>\n

I have vivid memories of making my sister Sheila howl by imitating a person I call a ‘jazz douche’. I won’t go too far into what makes up a ‘jazz douche’ but I will give a quick distillation of what truly bothers me about the die-hard jazz fan.<\/p>\n

The die-hard jazz fan is deluded and angry. They feel that jazz is a superior form of music and they can’t quite wrap their beret laden brains around the fact that the majority of the populace prefers just about any other genre. I’m all for passion and interest but when that starts to calcify into prejudice and snootiness, count me out.<\/p>\n

According to the die-hard jazz douche, my love of the three minute pop song with repeated verse\/chorus\/verse structure is evidence of my inferior brain. I also am a slave to marketing because if I could only throw off the shackles of the corporate jailer I would instantly abhor anything so bourgeois as MELODY.<\/p>\n

So. Never been a fan of the jazz fan. For decades this kept me from exploring even the slightest bit in the genre. <\/p>\n

Then I was cast in Side Man<\/i>. It had won the Tony a year earlier and was now being done around the country in regional theaters. I’d scoffed and rolled my eyes at the NY Times<\/em> review that compared it to a jazz ensemble. My hatred of the prejudice of the jazz fan caused me to hold this play in contempt. When I got the sides from my agent I barely took the time to read them, so deep was my scorn.<\/p>\n

I went to the audition and came out thinking, “I’ll probably book this stupid jazz-douche play, you watch.” Sure enough, I booked it. <\/p>\n

Once I read the whole play however, I was forced to admit that it was not merely the ravings of a beret-topped, handlebar-mustache-wearing, microbrew-in-the-garage, stamp-collecting, jazz douche. It packed a fierce emotional wallop and the writing was fantastic.<\/p>\n

This pierce in my armor allowed me to take a chance on listening to some jazz in order to better understand the milieu. I figured Miles Davis wouldn’t be a bad place to start. <\/p>\n

Thus Sketches Of Spain<\/i>.<\/p>\n

How did I decide to buy this album? Deep research? Asking a true jazz douche? Nope. I liked the cover. Stately, mysterious, violent, gorgeous.<\/p>\n

Now a real jazz douche would be able to say, “They recorded this album entirely live with each instrument filtered through copper and brass pipes which gives the album its trebly overtones. Frank ‘Bubbles’ Harrington produced the album and he was greatly influenced by Ferdinand the Bull and gallons of homemade sangria. So when you listen to these tracks, man, you got to let the grapes take you away and sit down on that bee and let Miles bite you in the ass.”<\/p>\n

But alas, I am not a jazz douche. I know nothing of how this was made. I only know how it sounds to me. Track by track…<\/p>\n

1. ‘Concierto De Aranjuez (Adagio)’<\/strong><\/p>\n

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