JORGE SYLVESTER, alto saxophone: Home
"IMAGINATION IS THE LIBERTY OF THE MIND."
Begin with a sound - a rhythm - just one pitch - at the door to our imagination. The sound opens this door, through which we discover the liberty of the mind of a musical artist - Jorge Sylvester. The music unfolds a journey of artistic imagination through a great planetary crossroads and crucible - THE CARIBBEAN.
By: Ramsey Ameen
SAD NEWS: THE PASSING OF THE GREATEST POET OF OUR TIMES: SEKOU SUNDIATA ON JULY 18, 2007 - READ THE NEWS TAB FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THIS VERY RELEVANT VOICE AND SPIRITUAL GUIDE. HE WAS A ONE AND ONLY AND HIS BEING & WISDOM WILL BE MISSED - BUT HE LEFT US HIS AMAZING BODY OF WORK AND A LEGACY OF BRILLIANCE...WALK INTO THE LIGHT SEKOU.
I HAD THE HONOR OF WORKING WITH SEKOU ON "THE BLUE ONENESS OF DREAMS" - HE WAS MY BROTHER AND INSPIRATION.
DIZZY BIRD
Dedicated to Jorge Sylvester
By: Nora McCarthy ©2004
The song is only an echo.
The song is only an echo.
Lost in translation found through sound.
Lost Then Found
Translating Through Sound
The song is only an echo.
The song is only an echo.
The Dizziest Bird I ever heard
was a rendition
from a Low A musician,
he was riffin’
on a bebop schism
he had incredible vision
and some way-out intonation
he was playing lines in combinations
The way he heard them
while he was blowin’
he was composin’
in the moment,
in the footsteps, of the masters that came before him
he was swimmin’ in a sea of new concepts
giving birth to ideas that were so easily flowin’
from his horn to his captivated audience
creatively doing his thing way - out beyond main stream limits
further out further out
past ancesstral PRE - cedants
setting a new standard of procedure for the so-called Jazz musician.
Subsequential theories expounding, expressing, notwithstanding
naysaying audiophiles
he was coming out of tradition, man
like a crazy musical mathematician
juxtaposing the position
of the rhythms like intervallic
equations
experimenting with motifs and mutations of the form,
weaving a collage of colorful magical potions, like no-one before,
a hybrid of two geniuses and something more,
he was a DizzyBird, for sure.
Making historical future with waving gestures of harmolodic melodies
reaching in and out of atonal eccentricities, (X sent Tris a Dees)
boppacaribbean off the four walls simultaneously
strickly speaking in the tongues of the Diaspora dialectica
in the many African languages
that echoed back to his origins,
it was this song I heard
A progeny of the The Diz and The Bird’s
Anthropology.
The song is only an echo.
The song is only an echo.
Lost in translation found through sound.
Lost Then Found
Translating Through Sound
The song is only an echo.
The song is only an echo.