Review Summary: Who... the... hell...
Every couple quantum seconds something occurs. Put that in your snorkel suit and have a drag. Oh Improvisers where Art Thou? Thou Art recorded on "The Art of the Improvisers." This isn't "The Art of War" or "The War of Art," yet feel free to dope yourself on choice fixins like a good Hashshashin.
Ornette Coleman is a guy that didn't even experience the zeitgeist of the 2020s. What a stooge. I mean scrooge. Have it your... way... come and... beep bop. So: this album will kick you and kick you while you're down until like a dead horse you whimper and mutter, who the hell was Ornette Coleman anyway?
Take it from Ornette Coleman: "I had a really good time in New Orleans, although I had some very tragic times in Baton Rouge. Some guys beat me up and threw my horn away. 'Cause I had a beard, then, and long hair like the Beatles."
Ornette Coleman knows a thing or two about a beating so I like to call "The Art of the Improvisers" "Welcome to the Beatings." See the album art painting by a guy none other than Ornette Coleman and wonder, who the hell was O... ok you can see where this is going.
If you like to swing, well hop on [the swingset of toots and bops]! You might even stop wondering, who the hell... I mean... really now...
