ABOUT THIS ALBUM — Muriel Grossmann Breakthrough

LINER NOTES by Sid Schwartz : The Art of Let­ting Go

The silent, spi­ra­led groo­ve at the outer edge of a vinyl record that gui­des the turntable’s need­le into the first track of the record­ing is cal­led the “lead-in groo­ve.” Its pri­ma­ry pur­po­se is to pro­vi­de a momen­ta­ry buf­fer befo­re the music starts, allowing the stylus to sett­le into the groo­ve pro­per­ly. On Bre­akthrough, it has a secon­da­ry purpose.

Think of it as a bonus track that comes BEFORE the record to PREPARE you for the record.

The lead-in groo­ve is like the hush befo­re slip­ping into sleep or the still­ness befo­re a thunderstorm—a pre­sence of silence rather than an absence of sound. Like the uni­ver­se taking a deep breath befo­re the music unfolds, spa­cious and unhur­ried. Once the aptly tit­led “Alrea­dy Here” emer­ges from this silence, it’s as if the Muri­el Gross­mann Quar­tet has been play­ing fore­ver, and we’ve only just remem­be­red how to listen.

Muriel’s ear­ly work balan­ced post-bop and modal jazz, drawing on years of prac­ti­ce, disci­pli­ne, and tou­ring. Her saxo­pho­ne lines, laid over tight rhythm arran­ge­ments, empha­si­zed line­ar solo­ing on albums like Birth of the Mys­te­ry and Awa­ke­n­ing. Howe­ver, ele­ments of modal laye­ring and pati­ent, explo­ra­to­ry impro­vi­sa­ti­ons were clear and present—Muriel’s quests were just beginning.

On albums like Momen­tum, Earth Tones, and Natu­ral Time, Muri­el and her bands began a deeper dive into lon­ger-form works, inclu­ding modal struc­tures, rhyth­mic medi­ta­ti­ons, and impro­vi­sa­ti­ons. Repeated osti­na­tos and dro­ne-like har­mo­nies crea­ted tran­ce-like, medi­ta­ti­ve spaces that ope­ned doors to new instru­ments and ide­as. Game­lan and Afri­can rhyth­mic pat­terns found a place in her com­po­si­ti­ons, while flu­tes and addi­tio­nal saxo­pho­nes were added to her instru­men­tal arse­nal. The music con­ti­nued to expand in scope, with addi­tio­nal per­cus­sion and Ham­mond organ broa­de­ning the sounds­ta­ge even fur­ther. The resul­ting medi­ta­ti­ve sound­s­capes blen­ded cine­ma­tic ambi­ent back­drops with Col­tra­ne-esque ques­ting and occa­sio­nal exten­ded vamps a la Pha­ro­ah Sanders.

With Gol­den Rule in 2018, Muriel’s music ascen­ded to an even hig­her pla­ne, ushe­ring in an era of music roo­ted in spi­ri­tua­li­ty and rhythm. The medi­ta­ti­ve sound­s­capes on records like Rever­ence and Devo­ti­on are lush and immer­si­ve. Loo­ping pat­terns, dro­ne-like ambi­ence, and spar­se har­mo­nic chan­ges pro­vi­de a sen­se of breat­hing and space, while an omni­pre­sent heart­beat brings each com­po­si­ti­on to life.

The hyp­no­tic effects Muriel’s music invokes—and that her group explo­res so deeply—align with core princi­ples of spi­ri­tu­al jazz:

Repe­ti­ti­on isn’t mono­to­ny, it’s trans­cen­dence. Pati­ence isn’t a vir­tue, it’s a teacher.

On Bre­akthrough, Muri­el Gross­mann con­ti­nues a jour­ney that began with The Light of the Mind. This is music in ser­vice of some­thing deeper than sound. Grossmann’s visi­on here draws on the
Dzog­chen princip­le of “non-meditation”—not a stri­ving for trans­cen­dence, but an allowing. A loo­se­ning. Like releasing a tight­ly bound bund­le of sticks, the power of Bre­akthrough is not in addi­ti­on but sub­trac­tion, not to grasp but to open. In this let­ting go, a dif­fe­rent kind of cla­ri­ty emer­ges: one that was always the­re bene­ath the noise.

The para­dox of “effort in doing not­hing” might fuel late-night con­ver­sa­ti­ons or phi­lo­so­phy semi­nars. But Bre­akthrough trans­cends the shal­low­ness of tho­se sil­ly argu­ments. This music is not the sound of buil­ding towards enligh­ten­ment, but of clea­ring. The vibe of let­ting some­thing fall away. The illu­si­on of struc­tu­re. The grip of expec­ta­ti­on. The tidy bounda­ries that sepa­ra­te self from sound, thought from rhythm, lis­tener from music.

You don’t need to know Dzog­chen (or even how to pro­noun­ce it) to feel what’s hap­pe­ning. And you cer­tain­ly don’t need to label it “spi­ri­tu­al jazz.” Labels are hel­pful until they aren’t, and Bre­akthrough isn’t here to match or chal­len­ge your cate­go­riz­a­ti­on metho­do­lo­gy. It’s here to dis­sol­ve it.

Grossmann’s quar­tet inclu­des steady, long­time col­la­bo­ra­tors Rado­mir Milo­j­ko­vic (gui­tar), Abel Boque­ra (Ham­mond B3, Fen­der Rho­des, Moog), and Uros Sta­men­ko­vic (drums). Their deep cohe­si­on allows a shared musi­cal visi­on to emer­ge natu­ral­ly, orga­ni­cal­ly and effort­less­ly expres­sing the inex­pres­si­ble. Their trust in the music and each other is what grants them this power and cla­ri­ty, with Bre­akthrough a new yet somehow very fami­li­ar way­po­int along the jour­ney that began with The Light of the Mind.

Alrea­dy Here” opens the album by spea­king direct­ly to that qua­li­ty of recognition—not dis­co­very, but remem­be­ring. Grossmann’s saxo­pho­ne does­n’t decla­re its­elf with a grand­stan­ding solo. It emer­ges from the fab­ric of sound as if it’s been the­re the who­le time. Abel Boquera’s Ham­mond and Moog crea­te an invi­t­ing, atmo­s­phe­ric tide that pro­vi­des amp­le waves for Muri­el to surf, while Rado­mir Milojkovic’s gui­tar oscil­la­tes bet­ween tex­tu­re and melo­dy. A ten-minu­te mid­ni­ght voya­ge on a lunar sea desti­ned to beco­me a huge improv vehi­cle in the quartet’s hands on the bandstand.

Inde­st­ruc­ti­ble” moves deeper into the modal space, its tit­le both affir­ma­ti­on and invi­ta­ti­on. This is inde­st­ruc­ti­bi­li­ty not as hard­ness but as flow—like water that can­not be bro­ken becau­se it has no fixed form. Uros Stamenkovic’s drum­ming pro­vi­des not pro­pul­si­on but pul­se, the heart­beat of awa­reness its­elf. It’s also the sur­pri­se track of the album. While the tit­le may not direct­ly nod to Art Blakey’s Jazz Mes­sen­gers, the under­ly­ing hard-bop frame­work adds the swin­ging sound of sur­pri­se. If you haven’t got­ten the mes­sa­ge yet that expec­ta­ti­ons should be left at the door with your shoes, now’s the time.

The album’s second half opens with “Who­le As It Is”—nine minu­tes of accep­t­ance without resi­gna­ti­on. Fea­turing one of Milojkovic’s most striking gui­tar solos over sym­pa­the­tic sup­port from Boque­ra and Sta­men­ko­vic, “Who­le As It Is” has an unde­nia­ble hook and a clear nar­ra­ti­ve arc. There’s no mys­ti­cism-for-hire here, no spi­ri­tu­al jazz sna­ke oil. The­se are the sounds of a band that belie­ves in music, and each other.

Abi­de” clo­ses with a riff that’s con­fi­dent, haun­ting, and likely to get stuck in your head for a mon­th. Though the word “abi­de” tech­ni­cal­ly means to accept or act in accordance with, that’s only 95% true. The groo­ve and solos con­ti­nue the the­me of reco­gni­zing what’s alrea­dy pre­sent, but they also lea­ve the door open. There’s still more to release, and more to unco­ver. If The Light of the Mind was the begin­ning of the jour­ney and Bre­akthrough the main plot­line, “Abi­de” clo­ses the record with a sen­se of addi­tio­nal pos­si­bi­li­ties, rather than clo­sure or completeness.

The­re are two ways to hear Bre­akthrough. If you approach this music like try­ing to tight­ly grasp a hand­ful of sand, you’ll find that it will slip quick­ly through your fin­gers. You’ll have litt­le left to show for your effort, except grit­ty palms and an urge to move on to your next acti­vi­ty. But if you’re wil­ling to LET GO, the sand will fall through your fin­gers at a grace­ful, mea­su­red pace, invo­king a fee­ling of smooth tran­qui­li­ty and unhur­ried pas­sa­ge of time. Ins­tead of the effort and ten­si­on in attemp­t­ing to hold on, the rela­xa­ti­on of let­ting go frees your mind and body to dis­co­ver new sen­sa­ti­ons, new pat­terns as the sand collects at your feet, and new possibilities.

And may­be a breakthrough.

That bre­akthrough, final­ly, is reco­gni­zing that not­hing new needs to break through. What we seek is what we are. What we are is what we’­ve always been. The bund­le of sticks was never bound. The door was never locked. The music was always playing.

You only had to remem­ber to listen.

Words by Syd Schwartz @jazzandcoffee

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