The Pythiad (featuring Cheryl Wilson)

by Jazz String Quintet

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1.
Sacred Muse, be with us now. Let no heart be closed off from the world. Come inside, take a seat. if you’re thirsty, sip a glass. Please don’t worry, it’s not a test. No wrong thing to say. Lie down if you wish. Make yourself at home. Exhale your woes. When you’re ready, we’ll begin. Stare into this light or close your eyes. Listen to my voice, count back to ten. Every muscle will relax. Every worry fly away. You are floating on a wine-dark sea. Nothing harms you here, not man, or beast, or god. Your memories won’t cut like bronze. From the mid-point go back to the very beginning.
2.
Caeneus 05:35
What happens when your blade won’t cut? What happens when your arrows break? Do you curse the strength they have? When it won’t fit into your pack. Can’t be stacked or put away. Do you crush it under oak and stone? When you swallow your pride, gazing at the ground. Will you tell them they’re wrong? Oh so wrong. When you let it out what is in. Won a blessing and made your wish. Do you let them neigh and jeer? When you’re in over your head. The cavalry is coming over the hill. Will you flee or stand your ground? Is it pride that weighs you down? Or do you want to stand unbowed?
3.
Shadow drawn back, reveal the wind-swept stage. The props and turf we know, roaring coldness rushing in. Batten down the hatches, for the end will not come slow. Seal the timbers, start the pumps, set the clock, cut the lines. Hoist the anchors, check ignition, buckles snapped, worries cinched. Heavens eyes survey the scene, the divine decree, mission control. Papa’s spark, Mom’s propellant, light the fuse and get away. The vessel, it casts off. Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll! Each shudder prompts a shiver, each groan offers dread. The flood drowns the world, but the earth is not dead. Check the timbers, fix the pumps, calculus, empty tanks. EVA, check for mold. Quiet yawning, wide and waiting. They strain to seek each orbit. Roughness wards the cold. Blood for red, wings for white. Colors to stain the scape. Catch and release the clamor, horizon in their pockets. With each survivor we nod our heads. The flood will drown us, the world The earth’s not dead. Humans made life like gods, life like gods. So it’s been said.
4.
Menoceus 04:20
For the smiles traded slyly. For our fathers who were sown. For the band that sang no song unseemly. Let me not fall in despair. Let me not fall in despair. So that seven gates let in only friends. So that this curse is cut away. So that the butcher drinks his fill, drinks his fill. Let me not fall in despair. Let me not fall in despair. If this mad pox melts away. If those standards tear and flutter. If his words are sage and true. His words are sage and true. His words are sage and true.
5.
Autolycus 07:16
The funny thing about it all: Announce that this is yours, and yours alone, don’t touch, don’t move, don’t leave a scratch, that’s when fingers start to itch. Paste a mountain onto the plains, it’s clearly there for climbing, as firewalls are for cracking, as boxes are for opening, as fences are for vaulting. Like those mystics say: Owners owned, souls weighed down. Can’t be taken with, doesn’t help today. Let the coins fall from your hands– –wherever they may. And oh yes, there’s a rush that comes from walking through the walls, knowing what lies behind each door, plucking secrets from the world tree, having everything for free. Hands can be filled at any time no dread at being empty, Tips and tricks on throws and tumblers. Pressure points for profit grab the burning yam, then drop it. One way of looking at it: Cheeks stuffed with nuts can’t speak. Gold locked away can’t gleam. Traders trade too much to live– –So only thieves can truly give. Biometric chips, too easily foiled, each camera has an obscure angle, each hide has dyes that best soak in, nothing can’t fit under a new roof, what sick bastard would brand a hoof? The world herself a thief that steals our bones, She’s careful, and leaves no prints at the scenes. Lovers steal the heart, actors steal the show. All gold and lives will go to Hades, And even the sun will steal the shades. All in all: Youth will leave their mark. A rose upon a table, a sigil scratched upon a wall– –An ornate card for them to call.
6.
Asclepius 05:14
Don’t let them hear your prayers, don’t let them give their blessings, don’t let your voice drift up to the sky. They wrote this setting’s premise, they set this cycle spinning, they had us live to die. Ten seconds from disaster, ten paces from a poison, ten words to provoke a killing blow. Rivers flow to oceans, dust is dust again, what is above is now below. All the rules are in their hands, worlds made to be broken, speed limits to be surpassed. Dig the wax out from your ears, bow your head and bend your knees, so dangerous secrets can be hissed. Broken hearts are mended, their tears and cuts sewn shut, blood in the holes on two they missed. Jagged arcs from heaven, hairs stand up on end, the lighting comes before the thunder.
7.
Atalanta 04:05
Hot breath, over your shoulder. Pins and needles on your spine. Keep going, you’ll run it down. Pick up the pace, choke down the air, exhale. Keep going and you’ll draw first blood. It looms overhead, a bonfire bound in fur. Bloodshot eyes, as they blame you for its plight. Rainbow slick, and flowing past the concrete wall. Skim the surface, race the ripples, walk on water. You’ll run it down. Pick up the pace. You won’t get gored. You’ll draw first blood. Hot breath, over your shoulder. Pins and needles on your spine. Keep going, you’ll run it down.
8.
Roads run into marshes, roofs like little islands, climb up to dry your feet. I remember their love, like solid ground. Marble ceiling scorched by smoke, stairs like rope and empty rooms, packed up like provisions. I remember their love, was stacked like wood. Blurry photos, fruit laid out, Incense sticks in holders, inchworm ash crept along. I remember their love, caught and released. Under an over grown and linden tree, was a bench grey and weather worn. Two places that were smooth, from the act of two sitting forever. Milk like nectar flowing fast, bottles like a honeycomb, delivered bright and early. I remember their love, never ran dry. Oak and Linden intertwined, casting shade like fishing line, to shelter passerby. I remember their love, put down deep roots. I remember their love, never ran dry. I remember their love, like solid ground.
9.
The Dioscuri 06:51
We feel the thunder, echo through our bones. The lamppost flickers out ahead. Tangled alley mazes, attic shadows litter, Neon walkers out to bust some heads. Our fists will talk with cracking, each back will guard the other. The night is long but we’ll be strong, for our sister and our brother. Polygonal Dudes (Lightning Chop!) Turf-breakers, alarm clock wakers. Our discord echoes like a lion’s roar. Polygonal Dudes (Gutter Kick!) Healing food, fighting in the nude. The thunderclap of our palms pierce new stars. Big goons on your six. Fresh meat jumping in. No time to stop, no arrows blinking ‘Go’. Wonder for her welfare. Fear for her fortunes, Time imprisons whether fast or slow. We know she’s fighting, to turn about their unfair play. And come the dawn, They’re blinded by the day. Polygonal Dudes (Dragon Shock!) Snapping bone and fractured stone, Our discord echoes like a lion’s roar. Polygonal Dudes (Falcon Flip!) Reviled, dispute filed, The thunderclap of our palms pierce new stars. At last the cities edge, the peak that holds the throne. The big boss throws the cup down on the stage. The fist that snapped the horns, twisted leather wraps, uppercuts that spiral out in rage. The snakes coil at his feet, his edge won’t dull our grind. His ship unfurls black sails, our blood strikes from behind. Polygonal Dudes (Heavens Heal!) Polygonal Dudes (Scything Fist!) Polygonal Dudes (Crushing Blow!) Polygonal Dudes (Body Lock!) Polygonal Dudes (Shoulder Pop!) Polygonal Dudes (Crushing Blow!)
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The Peacock 05:54
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12.
River 06:39

about

Antiquity yields modern insights in The Pythiad; in this extraordinary nine-movement suite, Jim Gailloreto welcomes voice and bass violin into his Jazz String Quintet, which places his own soprano saxophone improvisations within his compositions for traditional string quartet. It is also the first collaboration between Gailloreto, an acclaimed writer of modern “third-stream” works, and his son Coleman, a gifted writer who penned the lyrics; he also wrote the summaries that introduce each movement in this wildly inventive project.

In The Pythiad, music and words combine to weave the stories of nearly a dozen lesser-known Greek heroes and heroines. Most of us know about the strength of Hercules, the persistence of Odysseus, the ferocity of the Amazons; you’ll find none of those within. But here are crafty Autolycus (son of Hermes), the master thief; selfless Menoeceus, who sacrificed himself for the good of his city; and Asclepius, whose medical skills saved so many from death that the Underworld suffered a population shortage. Here you’ll find the lovers Philemon and Baucis – whose kindness led the gods to immortalize them in nature – and Castor and Pollux, whose devotion to each other and to their sister, Helen (of Troy), left them immortalized in the stars. Greek mythology brims with gods, demi-gods, and mortals lost to popular culture. The Pythiad restores them to us, using the language of today to intermingle such contemporary tropes as video games, athletics, action films, medical ethics, and gender fluidity.

It all unfolds under the steady guidance of a sage psychotherapist, who turns out to be the Oracle of Delphi. As their narratives unfold, she discovers and shares their motivations and obsessions, their strengths and weaknesses – the qualities that made them archetypes for the Greeks, yet relevant in our own time. Portraying the Oracle, and embodying the multiple characters on display, the brilliantly versatile vocalist Cheryl Wilson shares the spotlight with Gailloreto to bring this endeavor to life.

Wilson’s stylistic range extends from the commercial studios of Chicago, to countless sessions backing the biggest names in popular music (Celine Dion, Faith Hill, Michael Jackson, Mavis Staples), to the foothills of Mt. Rushmore, where her recording of “America The Beautiful” graces the sunset ceremony held each evening. Gailloreto credits her as an inspiration for his creation, stating, “I don’t know anyone else who could sing this music. Her execution, her attention to detail, her ability to sing a half-step away from my own note and not get thrown off – I can write music for her that you’d think only an instrumentalist could play. And I’m amazed at her ability to bring out the emotion of a lyric, through phrasing and diction; you never struggle to understand her.”

Wilson herself confesses she “was stunned” when Gailloreto first introduced her to an audience as his “muse” for The Pythiad. She doesn’t deny her range, particularly her ability to make massive or minute alterations to her tonal color, as well as the other techniques that allow her to inhabit so many characters within this work. But her main concern lies with the work itself. “I’m just one of the instruments that some idea is coming through,” she says. “The writing is king to me. And what gets me about Jim is that while he cares what people think of his writing, that’s not the driving force. He just has to write a piece of art that he wants to do. And then he moves on and makes more art.”

Gailloreto initially conceived The Pythiad while performing at the Getty Villa museum space in Los Angeles, where the emphasis on antiquities – and a cogent suggestion from a friend who handles the programming there – led him to consider a composition rooted in ancient Greek literature. He already had the perfect vehicle for such a cross-disciplinary project: his Jazz String Quintet. Previous recordings by the JSQ have drawn praise for the depth and breadth of his compositions and his authoritative command of the string quartet idiom. He initially thought of crafting the lyrics himself, but then turned to his son Coleman, who majored in writing at Beloit College, and who eagerly embraced this project.

Coleman researched Greek lore to unearth a number of relatively obscure and intriguingly dysfunctional characters, while his father separately considered various melodic ideas to portray them. Meeting periodically to compare their progress, they juggled subject matter and musical ideas to arrive at a truly collaborative junction. Coleman then embarked on his libretto: now cheeky, now bittersweet, now moving – and unfailingly poetic. (For Coleman, the process offered the additional opportunity to contribute to music that has filled the Gailloreto household for as long as he can remember. The JSQ formed in 1997, when Coleman was 6 years old, and from the beginning has featured his mother Jill Kaedling – Gailloreto’s wife – on cello.) As the work took shape, Gailloreto recalls, “It occurred to us that maybe these stories were being told by one person – and that from the modern point of view, she could be a therapist, telling them to us as case studies of not only each character, but also humanity as a whole.”

Mesmerizing interplays of words, music, and voice reveal themselves throughout The Pythiad. In “Caneus,” Gailloreto lets the melody soar majestically when the narrator challenges the protagonist to “swallow your pride,” as well as weigh the impact of refusing to do so. “Autolycus” opens with skittering high strings and skulking cello and bass, the better to convey the fly-by-night adventures of the title character; Wilson’s voice segues from the thief’s sotto voce instructional manual to the high-flown advice of “the mystics.” In “Atalanta,” the strings sting and bite, complementing the lyric evocation of exertion experienced by the long-distance runner. Such examples abound in this remarkable suite.

The Pythiad also reveals the influence of one more collaborator, albeit an indirect one: Gailloreto’s mentor Cliff Colnot, the world-renowned arranger and conductor known for his work with such contemporary classical groups as the Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s MusicNOW, the Contempo Ensemble, and ICE. “A lot of what I do with string writing, the abilities I’ve crafted, started with Cliff,” Gailloreto says. “He has mentored me since the late 90s, and has shown me the palette of colors and beauty that is out there for string writing.”

Gailloreto has included three arrangements that Colnot wrote specifically for this ensemble. These reflect his respect for his former teacher, and they also echo the long friendship that connects Colnot to The Pythiad’s principals (both of whom worked with Colnot in the commercial recording studios of 1990s Chicago). And because they are so different from Gailloreto’s own writing, they also amplify the versatility of the JSQ concept – as well as the multifaceted instrument that is Cheryl Wilson.

Somewhere, the Muses are smiling.

NEIL TESSER

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released September 22, 2017

Music by Jim Gailloreto
Lyric by Coleman Gailloreto

Cheryl Wilson - vocal
Jim Gailloreto - soprano saxophone
Carmen Kassinger - violin
Lisa Fako - violin
Loretta Gillespie - viola
Jill Kaeding - cello
Christian Dillingham - bass

Produced by Carey Deadman and Tom Matta
Engineer by Jim Massoth at Tone Zone Recording, Chicago, IL & Crystall Recorders Studio
Recorded on August 3, 4, 11, 17 (2016)
Photographs by S. Connell, P. Kirichenko, Li Hui Chen, NemesisINC
Cover design & layout by John Bishop

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He has a Bachelor in Music Composition from DePaul University and a Masters in Music Composition from Northwestern University. Jim Gailloreto is the artistic director of the non-profit Jazz Artists Resource

Jazz String Quintet started on a dare to combine jazz saxophone with a string quartet.
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