This note is from one of my heroes, Benny Golson, after hearing my latest release, “The Creep.”
In “The Creep” you have obviated an exigent agenda which saps the energy of the unknown, subduing it and giving it life so that it becomes a vitally living thing that's brought into the bright and revealing light of creativity with your overwhelmingly capacious imagination. Yes, indeed you have an imagination that has no quadrilateral boundaries, so that you are affected not only from the bowels of your saxophone but by the movement of your obedient pen as well -- each bearing earmarks of your motivational heart, the creative basis of everything of any consequence.
You're not only playing aggressively, biting like a Tiger Shark, but you've also learned how to make your instrument beautifully “sing.” Make no mistake, Ron is of the same ilk. You have chosen your supportive instruments/musicians well, so much so that I never miss the harmonic support of the piano. You all have something to 'say,' and you speak in concert … as one entity so that what you say is as if carried out by one mind, one body with multiple appendages.
You 'slap' the listener in the face with your daring and the unexpected (creating vital anticipation) at one moment, then later sooth it with even more precious, deeper feelings of the heart. Fantastic, Ted! You four are to be commended as vanguards of a well-planned future -- rife with creative imagination and a votive determination. All of you have climbed atop the back of that metaphoric creature that will take you 'there' in short order.
So, onward and upward as you shamelessly show your mutual inward parts to the awaiting world. I love it!
You've come a million creative miles since Monterey … and you haven't finished because creativity never retires. I'm so proud of you, Ted Nash.