My good friend Gary Henschke at Blue Note Australia wanted to release a second recording of some of the songs that didn't make it on Live In Chicago. He was very excited about what we'd done & wanted to sponsor the release of more of it for our audience Down Under. So we formatted some more of the takes we didn't have time for in the first side to feel like the second set of a regular Green Mill date. It's loose that way. Also, more good showcase spots for the cats. (Of course, on a real Green Mill date, we'd have finished "Dolores" with a drum solo, but who's counting?) Thanks to Tom Evered at Blue Note U.S. we are able to offer it here.
Music/Solo by John Coltrane
Lyric by Kurt Elling
Originally titled "Resolution" from the 1965 recording A Love Supreme
God - king above all other gods - lead us now, so we can walk wherein the prophets said that we would trod.
Buddha - tell a sutra like a spell - teach us well to answer silence with the calling of bells.
Allah - bring us to a good alarm - subjugate our wills to answer you like a mighty arm.
Elohim is a pillar of light in the dark and leading all his people to light
(for He's the king of the fire).
He brings the fire into everything that's living on earth, in the sun, in the stars.
Take a spark of it / deep within you / put it to the test / it will do the rest / I confess
It will be like climbing up Mount Everest / I can't express the view from there /
but it's for you to follow through.
Lama - show the Power's bright array - bless the climb, and settle peace upon the universe's dark display.
And Jesus - remember every promise made. Present yourself in the middle of the prayers that we say.
Vishnu - preserve us all along the way. Keep us clear of the final thunderbolt of the judgement day.
Hear me. Hear what I / what I ask for today / Fathers.
Way off at the far leftern shelf of the world - up in a house right on the edge of everything
Where the time is tumbling in a vortex / the nexus of timetable tides / in the final
Lighthouse at shining earth's ending / at the spinning of the finishing of sweeping time
Driving silence like a stampeding careening wash in charging advance / digging the sound
Of passing everything away into the secret of eternity's pivot dance / breaking down crashing doorways
Bashing through dream place / smash, unlash, efface /
Everything goes to the open mouth of Kali-ma / where the vault of heaven opens
A witness as lonely as forgotten tears keeps up a vigil watching all - even light - go out.
One witness / one child digging the slaving wheel of meat spitting out - taking up
Everything / by the roots / pulling out the lot of what has passed into the past, like a dream.
She knows what is gone - gone over - everyone that is done and unbegun and starting
From the super-microcosmic no bug all the way to super-huge galactic suns. And she knows
The beginning is coming in the sweep at the end of all. Even gods have passed over, away.
Then one day the shadow of a priest on the horizon appeared.
He wasn't taken up into the swirling.
He walked with purpose all the while digging his heels into the bedrock like a man.
But as he came into view the witness saw his eyes were crying.
Tears like blood fell to earth / as he watched heaven disappear in the void - up the drain
into the paraboloid / realizing it all / everything / everywhere / into his eyes / seeing that all /
he had beloved went out of itself and away / here in this last ever surge of a day
tearing all meaning away. And to the witness's indifference he had this to say:
"I know about birth. I know about death, and how the light goes out of men -
the life departing - powerless giving it up. But in the vast indifference
I invent a deeper meaning:
"I'm the one who will say, use the will every day or go mad trying. Go to war against the
impotent side of living.
"Use every power you're given to stand and act like a man.
"And pray every day to every god. Strike the bowl of heaven and the ringing will become a law.
"Build bridges where you need to go. Bring the fire of enlightenment here to life below.
"Speak mercy to the things you meet. Listen up to hear the whispering of the blood you bleed.
"Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake. And awake."
Music/solo by Wayne Shorter
Lyric by Kurt Elling
Originally titled "Dolores" from the 1977 recording VSOP: The Quintet
The white, electric skillet of a day
threatened to sear us all away -
fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along,
smothered in heavy, wooly sweat,
the city knew a sad regret
for staying long in summer's heavy.
No escape. Delirious.
So I went subterraneous.
Maybe I'd dream about Dolores'
kinda' auburn hair & hazel eyes.
Looking at her made chills go (indecipherable)
even if she wasn't even there & so I tried.
Put Wayne Shorter on to hide
and slept, completely mystified.
'Honk!' went a taxi cab outside to remind me night time was dawning.
Then Laurie & Guy call -say, 'let's go dancing & romance perchancing.
Summer times are sweeter at night.
The music is swinging all the night.'
I put a bowl of coffee on. I took a hit.
What with the day time on the lamb - jumped in my car, Uptown to scram.
Popped in a great Von Freeman jam and the coffee hit. Bam!
We hit a Jazz club called, 'The Mill'.
Dig it! My second domicile.
We had a great time hanging, until
I saw Dolores sweep into the room.
And then my head began to swoon.
I got a yen.
She came right up to me & when
she spoke my sweat broke. No joke.
Then came on the thrills,
and came on the chills!
She got me to dance -
I took a chance
replying, although she was kinda' shy,
I stole a sweet kiss on the sly (to simplify).
And when Dolores sighed a sigh,
you know, it got me kinda' high -
she hit me right between the eyes!
If there's one girl I've gotta' remember, it's her.