Artist: Bruce Harris
Album: Beginnings
Genre: Jazz
Release Date: 2017
Audio Format:: FLAC (tracks) 24 bit, 88,2 kHz
Duration: 47:57
Total Tracks: 8
Total Size: 978 MB

Tracklist:

1. Bruce Harris – Ask Questions (06:20)
2. Bruce Harris – Ill Wind (06:11)
3. Bruce Harris – Mr. Blakey (06:46)
4. Bruce Harris – Snowbound (05:18)
5. Bruce Harris – The Step (05:59)
6. Bruce Harris – Do U Lie? (03:58)
7. Bruce Harris – Una Noche Con Francis (06:54)
8. Bruce Harris – So Near, So Far (06:27)

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Many a debut album receives a largely positive critique before being cut down to size with a qualifier. It’s simply a jazz journalist’s nature to paint newcomers as nascent talent in need of seasoning, players showing signs of potential, or artists taking a good first step with a first record. But sometimes a debut album is simply a strong statement with no need for journalistic hedging. Such is the case with Beginnings.If you haven’t heard trumpeter Bruce Harris play, you’re in for a treat. He’s got his game together in every way, shape, and form. That’s why he’s been championed by Wynton Marsalis, occupied trumpet chairs in ghost bands bearing the names of Count Basie and Artie Shaw, mixed it up on stage with leaders as different as saxophone modernist Myron Walden and Cuban pianist Elio Villafranca, worked Broadway pits, and stood side by side with his mentor, trumpet heavy Jon Faddis. Harris is most certainly going places. But lest you think that’s another one of those qualifiers, it need be noted that he’s also already gone places, too.

The beginning of Beginnings paints Harris as a bopper, a mantle he seems perfectly happy to assume. His unaccompanied horn ushers in his own “Ask Questions,” a charged thrill-ride of an opener with plenty of solo space to go around. An “Ill Wind” that’s more a positive breeze follows, carried along by drummer Pete Van Nostrand 99’s peppy, Vernell Fournier-influenced groove. Then it’s on to Horace Silver’s “Mr. Blakey,” a nod to Buhaina that receives the dusting off it deserves here; over to a bossa-ballad zone for “Snowbound,” flowing and beautifully reflective in scope; and off to “The Step,” a bluesy original that sells itself by not overselling itself.