"The Blue Moment: Miles Davis's Kind of Blue and the Remaking of Modern Music," concerns itself with a record that is the best-selling jazz album of all time, and the only jazz album many people own: Kind of Blue. It is now 50 years old: it was recorded in nine hours, over two days, in a disused Manhattan church, in the spring of 1959, by Miles Davis and six other musicians. And the American Congress has just honored the album as a central part of the American heritage. The book was authored by Englishman Richard Williams, who writes for "The Guardian" on music and sports and has written books on Enzo Ferrari and Bob Dylan, among other subjects. Williams, who lives in London, is a former editor of "Melody Maker" and head of A & R at Island Records.
Other books have covered Davis's life, and the creation of this particular record, but few have done so in the depth Williams does. He looks at the cultural zeitgeist of the late 1950's, and explains how Davis was influenced by the prevailing winds of the time; he examines the influence of the French Impressionist composers, such as Claude Debussy, Gabriel Faure and Maurice Ravel, of whose music Davis was very fond (as am I; they are my favorite composers, but I never knew Davis also particularly liked them.) He then goes on to trace the influence of this seminal record, in jazz; art rock, such as that of John Cale, The Velvet Underground, or Brian Eno; and on the current classical school of minimalism, works written by such composers as Steve Reich and John Adams.
Williams writes well and gracefully, in crisp stylish prose. He's evidently very knowledgeable about music, and has, furthermore, evidently done a lot of research. He's aimed this work at jazz lovers, without doubt, though those who are simply music lovers may also be gratified by the thoroughness with which he treats his subject. However, the book does presuppose a fairly significant technical knowledge of music in its readers. The book also is sometimes repetitive, and the author allows himself the freedom to range pretty far out in his meditations, as, for example, a chapter on the color blue. Finally, it's silly to complain that a book offers too much information, but the general reader may find that the book sometimes outstrips his or her interests. Frankly, it did mine: there's a lot of quite detailed material on subjects that don't much interest me, as, quite simply, I'd about a thousand times prefer spending an evening listening to Debussy than Adams. And, as to listening to The Temptations or The Velvet Underground, I can't even reckon the odds.