Keith Jarrett: No End (ECM 2361/62)

No End

Keith Jarrett
No End

Keith Jarrett electric guitars, Fender bass, drums, tablas, percussion, voice, recorder, piano
Recorded 1986 at Cavelight Studio, New Jersey
Executive producer: Manfred Eicher
An ECM Production

There seems to be no end to Keith Jarrett’s output, so what better title for this archival gem? Recorded directly to cassette in his personal studio in 1986, No End is in many ways the secular counterpart to Spirits, produced under similar circumstances not a year before. Where that earlier album was something of a catharsis for its one-man band, here the emphasis is on essentials. What’s most delightful to hear in this recording is the foundational emphasis on rhythm. Jarrett has always had a flair for syncopation, and here we can experience that impetus in all its naked precision, conveyed by means less mitigated that we’re used to hearing. Foremost in his toolkit are electric guitar, bass, and drums, with hardly a piano lick in earshot. Girded by a refreshing sense of freedom, an inexhaustible creativity that simply must manifest at the intersection of body and instruments, it spins the wheel consistently and spontaneously.

Because so much music has followed this album, it is perhaps inevitable that any comparisons should be retroactive. The opening section, for example, may put one in mind of John Zorn’s film soundtracks—notably downtempo segments of The Big Gundown and Notes on Marie Menken—both in terms of its fecund atmosphere and because of a penchant for Phrygian scales. Gunslinging surf guitar and steady percussion add ornament and charisma. Likewise the mournful sweep of Part XII, which evokes a brand of desolation not out of place in a spaghetti western. Jarrett’s Gibson electric forges a beautiful scene. Indeed, his picking is the loveliest revelation of the album. Slack-jawed and expressive, it emotes with commitment.

There are many details to be savored throughout, such as the vocoder-ish backing vocals, the complementary tribal beats, the occasional deep pocket (e.g., Parts VII & XVI), and the touch of blues that creeps in to finish. Although the piano makes a noticeable appearance only halfway through, Jarrett brings a pianistic approach to the entire assembly, as if each instrument represented a finger in the symphonic economy of his keyboarding. Psychedelic touches are few and far between, blooming only in the more protracted grooves and instances of staggered layering. In the latter regard, Part XVIII is a welcome departure from the regularity that surrounds it, an altered state unto itself.

The beauty of No End is its possibility. It could soundtrack a spy film, for at times its motives seem playfully clandestine. It could just easily stand alone, as here: a valuable experience for the Jarrett enthusiast. The free-flowing jam aesthetic and nostalgic patina of the home recording are in full effect. Tape hiss and distorted max-outs emphasize the fact that this music has come to us out of time and context, wearing the clothing in which it was buried and which it wears under the spotlight of this new millennium.

More of a want than a need for the collector’s shelf, No End might have achieved its purposes in one disc instead of two. Either way, its length serves to emphasize a consistency of vision. As Jarrett avers in his liner notes, “Music is the strongest medicine I know,” thereby dismantling any critical ammunition for what ultimately amounts to an honest slice of sonic pie from one of the greatest musical minds of our time.

(To hear samples of No End, click here.)

5 thoughts on “Keith Jarrett: No End (ECM 2361/62)

  1. dear tyran,
    having received no less than six keith jarrett album reviews in half that number of days, i’ve come to the conclusion that there is indeed “no end” to them.
    they are going to keep on coming, right up to that moment he can barely find the piano, let alone play it.
    and perhaps, at that moment, the man will decide that his adoring public has finally been satiated.
    meanwhile, i patiently wait years and years for a new, but ever more brilliant, offering from the man from vasteras…

    1. Thanks for your comment, Rick. I’ve been on a Jarrett reviewing binge as of late, because I only have one more new album (revised write-ups on Hymns/Spheres and the Bregenz/München concerts coming shortly) to go before I’ve reviewed everything he has released on ECM.

      1. ah, that explains it. as i mentioned in an earlier comment, i reached saturation point with the great man a while back, since when the peerless bobo stenson has more than compensated.
        and now we have the absurdly young man from tbilisi. oh my goodness. every jazz pianist must be looking on in wonder…even jarrett…

  2. I notice that Discogs credits ‘David Foster Wallace’ with ‘liner notes’, though it seems that might just be a quotation.
    What’s the quote/source included in the liners? I’ve done a little digging but have seen no mention, though one interviewer mentioned that Jarrett was reading him at one point. And of course “Keith Jarrett” shows up in a comically strange way in a story in DFW’s GIRL WITH CURIOUS HAIR story collection.

    1. “Music discloses itself as a relation between one key and two notes locked by the key in dance. Rhythm. (…) Rhythms are relations between what you believe and what you believed before.”

      This quote comprises only the epigraph to Keith Jarrett’s liner notes, so the Discogs citation is being too generous on that score. No source is given in the booklet, but it’s from “Black and White,” which appears in DFW’s Brief Interviews with Hideous Men.

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