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Mikhail
Horowitz's exuberant word jazz hits all the high notes and then
keeps climbing, a wild blend of Lord Buckley, Jack Kerouac and Professor
Irwin Corey that bops the Apocalypse. Like Lenny Bruce in the mid-'60s,
Horowitz goes way beyond what mere mortals consider comedy. He's
a lucid Hunter Thompson. He's the Where's Waldo? children's
books as drawn by Hieronymus Bosch. Blues Of The Birth, his
Euphoria/Sundazed debut, features Horowitz riffing wildly in front
of a bass player and a couple of reedmen. "If I know where
I'm going with a piece and I get in a jam," says Horowitz,
"I can improvise and land like a cat." |
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