1973 on Flying Dutchman Records (FD-10158)
This pressing 2001, BMG France
Eclypse / Michellina
Produced by Bob Thiele
Bass - J.-F. Jenny-Clark , Stanley Clarke
Drums - Airto Moreira, Pretty Purdie (Merceditas only)
Guitar - John Abercrombie
Percussion - Airto Moreira , Gene Golden , James M'tume* , Moulay "Ali" Hafid
Piano, Electric Piano - Lonnie Liston Smith
Tenor Saxophone, Flute, Vocals - Gato Barbieri
The corporeal memory of pleasures briefly known and longing barely quenched. Her skin still ageless, her scent rich in my lungs, we drifted off together in exhaustion. She left me there sleeping, a note on the kitchen table. She left me there dreaming the Bolivarian dream of an America united across the hemispheres. She left me a folheto she bought from a street hawker who recited it for us from beginning to end and offered to continue with more. She may have bought it just to silence him and send him on his way, a bribe to leave us to our own private somnambulist poetry. A crowded street in the old city, as he walked away from us I barely noticed that all sound faded into a steady hum of a single note in the dark regions of my awareness, hearing only her voice; of all color fading into a uniform grey, seeing only her pale skin in the half-light. All senses withdrawn into one still point of awareness. She left me lost in the Bolivarian dream as she went back to the arms of the beast that bore me, the colossus of the north yawning and stretching its million arms to every corner of this dying earth. Our homes were exchanged in a backroom trade between our saints arm-wrestling the invisible hand that feeds us. They lost. The body memory of longing never quenched and peace in the future conjunctive. Even the strongest of unions could barely hold out against the fading of that dream.
This is another beautiful record from Gato Barbieri, making music quite unlike anything else going on at the time and with an ensemble that's hard to beat. Lonnie Liston Smith receives co-billing on the front cover, and its no coincidence as his Cosmic Echoes band was putting out their first album on Flying Dutchman the same year. The opening track "Merceditas", having no less than Pretty Purdy, Airto, and M'tume playing together, would seem to be a climax before foreplay, and in any other hands that might be the case. Barbieri pulls this off, though, as the strength of the rest of material is more than enough to carry the album. The title track is particularly rich, beautiful and terrifying. It is difficult for me to write about this record because the liner notes from Nat Hentoff, a much better writer than I'll ever be, humble the movement of my pen. I will, however, freely quote from him:
"The life-affirming, surging spirit of these performances - with their supple range of colors, rhythms, soaring melodies - is the essence of that basic, visceral beauty that gives hope to lovers and revolutionaries and to all those who believe in real life before death. His music is an embodiment of perennial possibility that is made of blood and flesh rather than vaporous dreams. Gato, in sum, is among the the least abstract of musicians because he is so explosively, specifically alive."
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