Bruce's live improvisation is some of the most lyrical I've heard. He doesn't play lines so much as he plays around, sometime all over, a line. Frank Zappa said that Bruce was busy, didn't care to play the root, had other things on his mind. All true, but all exciting. Listen to the result of their jam, Apostrophe', and you'll hear it. With Cream Jack Bruce drove Clapton to places he would never have ventured alone.
Bruce's groundbreaking solo album, Songs for a Tailor, presents some of the most interesting song forms of the period, including his subtle version of Theme from an Imaginary Western, a song covered by his producer's band, Mountain.
If you love music and/or bass playing, you gotta give ol Jack a try.
Happy Birthday, Jack Bruce!
Here's a poem from my archive. After that a picture, and so long.
A Snowy Evening
We slaughtered a cow in the barn
then went our ways, each with a share,
sorry to kill but thankful to eat.
The grey dusk pelted white flake
Nothing hurried headlights or the few trucks
passing deserted fields & knotty pines.
My own sense of sleep weighed the air.
in the bed behind the cab, but inside,
words cheated me with silence.
Near home, I stopped to survey a bridge
it waited deep as a hole in night.
I considered the other side.
The steady truck engine
As I drifted closer & closer to sleep,
I drifted closer & closer to sleep.
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