Big disappointment. One of the greatest trumpet players of the post-bop era engraved this Collective Portrait which brings no musical interest. With musicians of this caliber, it was entitled to expect something big though. Aim a little: along with Eddie Henderson, Gary Bartz found (almost a shadow of itself), George Cables (keyboards), Doug Weiss (bass) and Carl Allen (drums). No sparks during this set hour. The musicians are bored to death and us (Dreams). Yet it was starting pretty well (the beginnings of Sunburst). It is to question why such discs out at present. The time is thus to mediocrity, the heated and recreation in every sense. We mostly heard these musicians inspired more than they are here. The worst thing is the label policy. Why strive to publish such records? One is in hubris, in the bidding in the big anything in the name of a more or less bygone jazz. It will not matter for me to say that jazz is dead or that it must be modern or classic (makes no sense), but let's say that I see in this current oversupply the testimony of a abyssal vacuum. Reversals of some themes Freddie Hubbard (First Light) and Woody Shaw (Zotlan) or Eddie Harris (Ginger Bread Boy, which had been discovered in an unforgettable version of this masterpiece, Miles Smiles) No will change nothing. Likewise when Henderson played with the mute (so Miles), the result is disappointing for the jazz fan I am. At best, we pass a good moment (You Know I Care), which is already not so bad. The rest is stored to oblivion. What a pity!
