
Hello again! I've been up to something to honor the incredible life -- and, two weeks ago, the passing, at 86 -- of one of the bedrock, towering musicians of our age, and I've chosen today, and the start of the weekend, to lay it on you.

It's a dumb cliché, but there isn't much I can even think to say that hasn't already been touched upon, in the myriad tributes that have poured in from everywhere since this most extraordinary cat passed away -- on John Coltrane's birthday -- in September.

I've heard a zillion heavyweights from Bill Bruford to Sonny Rollins to Lady Gaga say it, but it will forever bear repeating: the song, whatever it may be in whatever situation, is what separates the merely technically-proficient from the intuitively virtuosic, Master musician.

In Indian music they call it Ustad level, you know? Where the ego and impulse to over-decorate the environment are rapturously reined in, allowing things to reach such a standard of effortless excellence, the Music begins to play the players and the song is given maximum, total service to become the best it can be.His spirit chose Devon instead of Delhi to incarnate this time around, but had he been born in Bombay and not Britain, Danny Thompson -- not just a bass player, but a foundation-supplying, supremely sympathetic maker of Music with a big M -- would have been crowned that highest of honors, with song-serving skill and sonic sensitivity to spare.

Most folks know him principally as a point on the powerful, five-pronged star of The Pentangle -- as unclassifiably exquisite a band as shall ever exist in our world -- who, in their 1967-72 heyday, entirely redefined what the seamless fusion of Blues, Jazz, Classical and the UK's traditional music could be in the hands of the toppermost players in town.

Had he only existed as 1/5 of that inexpressibly superlative aggregation, his place in the pantheon would be as cemented as the foundation of London Bridge itself, and with none of the usual torturous, Towering hyperbole.

As we know, that couldn't be further from the case, as even a half-assed examination of his 60+ year career reveals a player as highly in-demand as any. And a participant in so many projects of his own and of others, it's almost impossible to get a grip on everything he did in a recording studio under a set of headphones, his beloved double bass he named Victoria at his side like a devoted lifemate.

As, over the last two weeks since he departed, I waded into the deep waters of his credits -- he played on literally hundreds of sessions -- I was struck by the sheer breadth of the material, which ranged from the most introspective singer-songwriter fare to ancient Traditional songs to authentic West African sounds to completely free improvisation.

As far as I know, up to this point, there has never been any sort of career retrospective attempted on Danny Thompson, and given the variety of artists and labels concerned, it would likely take every lawyer on Earth -- plus maybe a few from neighboring galaxies -- to get it blessed and pressed.

There was this hourlong compilation, called Connected, that was issued on his own small label in 2012, but it barely scratched the surface of his considerable output.

That said, you should probably grab a copy, if only as a companion piece to the 5 1/2 hours of wonderment I've spent the last 10 days hammering into launch position to bring to you here.

1.83 GB FLAC/direct link

An especially basso profundo chunk of gratitude goes out to The Music Aficionado, whose insanely excellent (and highly informative) six-part series, entitled The Artistry of Danny Thompson, really provided the tracks upon which this thing could run, so to speak. With a few revisions, additions and exceptions, this bad boy is really just a lossless recreation -- in case you wanna play the whole thing in the car! -- of what TMA did, via YouTube links, on that exceptional page back in 2021.

Beyond that, it's truly a full 4CD excursion into the realms of the All Killer, No Filler zone, with every selection -- some, not all that easy to find in non-mp3 form, trust me! -- offering ample illustration of what made Danny Thompson as supple, supportive and sublime a bassist and overall master muso as will likely ever populate this world. Where I felt it necessary, I used all available tools on these tunes to make sure he is heard to optimum and appropriate effect.

Danny Thompson's 87th birthday would have been next April, but I wasn't waiting a whole winter of discontent to put this thing together in his honor. Of course, it's also a labor of love for your enjoyment -- we all need some these days, don't we? -- and an education, if you needed it, into just what made this Maestro of the Low End Theory stand so exceptionally elevated above the merely mundane musical mortals on the map of our millennium.
--J.