Album Review, “Cannonball Takes Charge” by Julian Cannonball Adderley

Album Review, “Cannonball Takes Charge” by Julian Cannonball Adderley

Beats add up to the music in this one.  Of course, 1959 would’ve been a strange year unless I’m mistaken about the America we had then and how prosperity was channeled through segregation and an unfair share of inequality.  So there’s jazz here, in beats and practical rhyme, that helps us understand America’s jazz industry to the point of discouragement and the modern product of visionary art: how can we improve our societies in absence of knowledge in the very case between ignorance and enlightenment?  What happens here must depend on a varying number of factors- beats, rhyme, timing, coordination, instrumentation, or what I consider to be the small little stuff we hear in a song without having an exact name for it.  For so much rhyme and reason there’s only so much disrespect to be had.  On a side note to this, here I’m listening to jazz that seems to just roll off its own tongue against moments on end where Cannonball’s vision counts.  Across the board of jazz you’ll find music while originality refines taste into excellence on his part even if songs end to where more begin.  Visuals on the album’s cover are handy for knowing what Cannonball would’ve liked to appear to be in a man’s cool gaze among the older cameras of Kodachrome, a filming agent likened to expressive tape that winds up in a machine held in the hand for formal photography.  Or at least I’m imagining all this in my fantasy line!  Tidbits of information are on the album to let us know more of what’s yet to come.  Words and phrases on an album cover may reveal professionalism through emboldened typography, stamped, approved.  A lot happens in this jazz album from the very nature of music to which classic songs may wake up our senses or close our minds although I’m pretty sure Cannonball in this case, through and through, wakes us up enough to hear something along our chins towards the astonished mouths and urgency and drool.  The Dead Kennedys mention lots of spit in their performances and often lack coordination within borders of conduct due to trash explicated through media and heavy metal fashion; on this front, Cannonball looks appealing and beautiful in comparison because his music flies with the wind of justice until happiness is maintained in performance, whereas Dead Kennedys may be about as good as a gruesome procrastinator.   

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