Notes on Derek Bailey’s «Paris»

Text: James Waters

“Paris” makes up the A side of Derek Bailey’s Aida, las­ting 19 minu­tes on a 33rpm, 2018 reis­sued LP and 19 minu­tes and 36 seconds on the You­Tube video of the album I refer­red to while wri­ting this (most likely rip­ped from the CD ver­si­on, reis­sued by Jim O’Rourke and David Grubbs’ Drag City imprint Dexter’s Cigar in 1996). The 36 seconds that sepa­ra­tes the two ver­si­ons eit­her elon­ga­tes or shor­tens what was alre­a­dy a delay­ed conclusion.

Chords begin to for­mu­la­te at around the 17 minu­te mark. Befo­re this point, each string could be heard on its own, Bai­ley fami­lia­ri­sing both hims­elf and the audi­ence with the guitar’s six points of arti­cu­la­ti­on. The audi­ence is silent until his alarm goes off at the 18 minu­te mark.

Bai­ley sel­dom recor­ded in a stu­dio, attri­bu­ting the decis­i­on to a dif­fe­rence in “vibes” from a live set­ting and the «cubic» mea­su­re­ments of play­ing pos­si­ble in a live set­ting vs. a stu­dio. In this sen­se, Aida isn’t a solo record, despi­te its sub­tit­le: “Solo Gui­tar Impro­vi­sa­ti­ons”. His rela­ti­onship to the audi­ence isn’t begrud­ging, con­de­s­cen­ding, obse­quious nor apa­the­tic. His label, INCUS (which he initi­al­ly ran with Evan Par­ker and Tony Oxley), was foun­ded among the dis­co­very of “free impro­vi­sa­ti­on” as a prac­ti­ce. This is a music built on ritu­al, down to Bailey’s annu­al “Com­pa­ny Week” that fos­te­red rela­ti­ons bet­ween the glo­bal cad­re of free impro­vi­sers and their suc­ces­sors – among them Antho­ny Brax­t­on, Ste­ve Lacy, Han Ben­n­ink, Jamie Muir, Joël­le Léand­re, John­ny Dya­ni, Julie Tip­petts and John Zorn.

The audi­en­ces’ even­tu­al affect in Aida is only audi­ble becau­se of the uner­ring silence that pre­ce­des it. The wil­ling­ness to fail can’t feed an artist when iso­la­ted for hours on end in a stu­dio, hence the live “vibes” Bai­ley refers to. The audi­ence – even if made up of only ten (as it often was) – reciprocates.

I remem­be­red on my last lis­ten to Aida that Bai­ley had timed the end of his per­for­mance per­fect­ly with the alarm’s rin­ging. The oppo­si­te is in fact true, as the alarm eats into his set. He pau­ses from play­ing for appro­xi­m­ate­ly five seconds (cor­re­spon­ding with five alarm beeps) and con­ti­nues play­ing for ano­ther five seconds and four chords. The com­bi­ned ten seconds map out, in suc­ces­si­on; the gig­gles of a cou­ple of audi­ence mem­bers that coin­ci­de with the alarm, Bailey’s final strums befo­re tur­ning off the alarm, the sound of his chords han­ging in the air as he turns off said alarm, the gig­gles of some more audi­ence mem­bers as Bai­ley plays out the final chords and quiet­ly says:

“Well that’s the first part…”

Applau­se feeds the ellip­sis that trails off his sentence.

Time, here, is no lon­ger mea­su­red in seconds, but sounds. One can attri­bu­te this «cubic» mea­su­re­ment, as Bai­ley would put it, to the 36 second dif­fe­rence in the two ver­si­ons of the albums and how, despi­te the dif­fe­rence, they sound much the same. The 10 seconds that finish the record last lon­ger than this miss­ing 36.

Aida was recor­ded in Paris at the Thé­at­re Dunois by Jean-Marc Fous­sat. The recor­ding is dedi­ca­ted to late Japa­ne­se music cri­tic, Aida Akira.

Images from the shoo­ting of One Plus One 2 (C.W. Win­ter, Anders Edström, 2003)