by Joseph Levendusky In these dark days I have been listening often to Bill Frisell. Years ago, a choreographer friend turned me on to his music and ever since he has been a favorite of mine among guitar players. His idiosyncratic chops excite the imagination, while at the same time exuding calm and reassurance. (Hippie friends of mine used Frisell’s music as an aural snuggle blanket to comfort their young daughter.) Jazz meets roots music meets rock and roll–an eccentric amalgam that often evokes the sixties and yet is wholly transcendent—Frisell’s music exudes Americana from a boomer’s point of view. Bill is one of those players, who, like Coltrane, Monk and Miles, is distinguishable…
