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Carei Thomas and friends
honor MLK
by Elaine Klaassen
Twin Cities avant-garde jazz master Carei Thomas has been making
music for decades. Even a near-fatal illness, from which he has
emerged literally resurrected, couldn’t stop him from bombarding
the music milieu with his restless inventions. His 2002 CD, Mining
Our Bid’ness, (on the Roaratorio label) summarizes his major
trains of thought. His substantial body of work is made up of disparate
and surprising forms: There are the numerous abstract improvisational
blueprints like “poemmetrics” “phononomaly”
or the visually wonderful written music, the snaking pentagrams
caked with flurries of dots linked together as sixteenth or thirty-second
notes, which, when translated into music, sound like a frenzy of
controlled mayhem; or like sculpted squawks, silly putty plunks,
bellers, whines and wails; or like energy fields repelling and attracting
one another. And there are the sumptuous pieces: the strikingly
intelligent and deeply satisfying note-for-note composed tunes that
reflect a deep knowledge of sound, and are crafted into just plain
beautiful songs.
Thomas’ other, less well-known, gift is his talent for creating
community. He has probably put as much, or more, energy into his
relationships as into his art. For him there is no chasm between
art and life. When he performs, he tells stories and shares himself
in a way that makes his audience a community for that moment. A
nurtured friendship with his cadre of brilliant collaborators is
obvious. (He’ll perform with eight of them on Sunday.) He
rejects the role of unapproachable guru, or whacky inventor isolated
in a lonely room somewhere twisting and turning his ideas. His neighborhood,
his wife and family are all woven into his creative life.
This composer/keyboard player who started out in Pittsburgh, worked
with Sun Ra in Chicago and moved on to become a legend in the Twin
Cities will celebrate the life of Martin Luther King Jr. in “For
Hymn,” as part of the month-long exhibit featuring Martin
Luther King at the Weisman.
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