This documentary about
Albert Ayler the famous jazz pioneer who killed himself in November 1970
is the work of Kasper Collin, a native of Sweden. The film uses newly
discovered footage of Ayler and his band, archive footage, interviews with
the man himself between 1963-1970 and interviews with key players.
Albert Ayler was born
in 1936 and was bought up learning the saxophone by his doting music playing
father and paralysed mother. The story begins when Albert heads for
Scandinavia, a free-spirited place which would go hand in hand with his
expressive music. Upon making contact with Clint Taylor in Sweden
and Denmark and performing improvisational music, he heads to New
York where he meets John Coltrane and attempts to make his career.
There follows the attempts to release a record, the conflict between he
and his equally talented trumpet playing brother Donald and the inevitable
break-up with friends once a woman, in this case Marie, becomes involved.
If it was a film it would be entertaining, but this is real and all the
more emotive.
I knew very little about
Albert Ayler, in fact I had never heard of him. But his legacy is
definitely apparent and you can tell by his style of playing that he was
ahead of his time. And as he says, ‘If they don’t like it now, they
will’. Like most geniuses, he was supremely confident in his own
ability to perform and find an appropriate audience. Albert was a
very handsome man with his unique image of having a white bit in his black
beard, even his beard was unique. Near the end when he descended
into an attempt to include vocals in his brand of expanding jazz/rock mixture,
he reminded me of Jimi Hendrix. Albert had a destructive spirit who
believed that his own death would save the souls of his paralysed mother
and mentally unstable brother.
The soundtrack is of course
impressive and no doubt viewers will seek out his back catalogue, especially
the breakthrough album ‘New Grass’. Albert Ayler was a genius and
a pioneer for the breaking down of jazz’s stringent walls, a handsome man
loved by women and admired by men (sounds familiar), but he was like most
geniuses, fighting demons constantly and so cruelly jumped into the East
River, New York one night in November 1970 at the age of 34. The
film begins and ends with the images of his father looking for his gravestone
in Cleveland, Ohio - his father is still a proud man. But it is quite
prophetic he is looking for his grave as the film is looking for the man
behind the saxophone. This film goes a long way to explain him.
An enlightening documentary
that is a proud achievement to Mr. Collin.
Jamie
Garwood