Ben Goldberg Good Day For Cloud Fishing
The setup seems too clever by half, but the result is exhilarating; grouping Cline and trumpeter Ron Miles with Goldberg’s various clarinets is inspired. Miles’ timbre—a dark, masked tone—sinks into the reedy warmth of the clarinet. Cline’s guitar can be unobtrusive or forceful—both with sublime effect.
On a whole, the album is full of serene, composed music, some pieces rooted in a jazz aesthetic, while others drift away, poking through imaginary genre boundaries. It’s beautiful, both in its integrity and in its quiet blend of sonorities, until it isn’t.
Cloud Fishing is part of the renewed trend that uses poetry as a symbiotic partner to make the collaborative whole better than its parts. Goldberg’s contribution is not as whimsically madcap as Matt Wilson’s Carl Sandburg interpretation, nor does it rely on spoken word, like pianist Lawrence Hobgood’s intimate collaborations with Robert Pinsky. Many of the tracks here stand on their own, but some of the more impressionistic tunes, which function as an abstract sound world, beg for a resonant recitation of Young’s verse.