![]() What’s so striking to my rubber ear is not the brilliance of the playing-though brilliant playing it is, both Flanagan’s pre-recorded and Bennink’s card-boarded-nor the humor of the box under the brushes played by a grown man sitting on the floor, but rather the resonance between the two. ![]() There’s a wordless documentary film about august Dutch drummer and visual artist Han Bennink and one scene from it has stuck in my mind since I first saw it: we see a close-up of a needle dropped on a record, and as the well-worn grooves play Tommy Flanagan’s introduction to the Charlie Parker song “Relaxing at Camarillo,” the camera slowly pans-past a floorful of items including the record jacket (Flanagan’s 1957 debut as a leader, called Overseas), a pair of heavy cowbells, and what appears to be a rubber ear resting on a ping-pong paddle-to Bennink, playing along-truly swinging his ass off-with brushes upon a cardboard box.
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