July 30, 2007



Always — Aziza Mustafa Zadeh

A very big thanks to A. for finding the 1993 album “Always” by Aziza Mustafa Zadeh available online. It’s got to be the best album I’ve heard by any jazz artist from the South Caucasus and one of my favorites in general. That’s because Azerbaijani jazz singer and musician Aziza Mustafa Zadeh plays the piano like a dream on this album and manages to fuse western, eastern, jazz, classical and traditional influences to seamless perfection.

In 1993, Columbia released Always, where Aziza was accompanied by then Chick Corea alumni, Dave Weckl (drums) and the irrepressible John Patitucci (bass). The album roared through Europe, dazzling listeners and wowing critics. It was awarded the ECHO prize from the German Gramophone Association. Was the album pure breathtaking jazz? Never quite so. Aziza can never be put into a singular groove. She had already lit up the sky with her otherworldly interpretation of mugam, appropriated to the landscape of jazz! Azeri mugami harmalodics buffeted with the clash and crash of Weckl’s percussion pyrotechnoques and the deeply resonant pedal-point and ostinato of Patitucci’s bass. Mugam-jazz-harmolodia was born at the slender hands of the soulful Azeri pianist.

It’s quite an amazing album so somewhat bizarre to discover it’s now been discontinued. I’ve tried everywhere including Ebay but couldn’t find a copy. This was particularly disappointing for me because I used to have a copy until some dude from the French Embassy in Yerevan took it and never returned. Ignoring my requests for it back, he instead buggered off to France with it when his stint at the Embassy was over. Thankfully, as I had Aziza sign the cover along with her other albums when I saw her perform at the Queen Elizabeth Hall in London some time back, I made sure he only had the disc and not the case.

Now, after many years of searching, I have the album again. It’s Caucasus jazz as it should be played, and really conjures up a strong feeling of the region, in my opinion. Her piano playing is magnificent and breathtaking, and it’s quite easy to get lost in the music even though it changes mood and pace constantly. It’s a masterpiece that can sit quite proudly in between the two other magnificent albums that preceded and followed it — her solo debut album, Aziza Mustafa Zadeh, and the totally vibrant and exhilarating Dance of Fire.

To be honest, I’m not so keen on her later albums, but these first three albums are truly amazing and worth having in your collection — if you like jazz or world music, that is.

Incidentally, for those of you that don’t know, Aziza is the daughter of Vagif Mustafa Zadeh, a legend jazz musician, composer and pioneer during the Soviet era who is still revered and respected by many jazz musicians in Armenia today. It’s probably now wonder that they also equally respect the work of his daughter and that her albums, with the exception of Always of course, are widely available at CD shops in Yerevan. Anyway, an Azeri blog also has the album available for listening to online as well.

Enjoy, but I’ll leave you with this footage of “Moment” (not “Women” as the video caption says) from her first and totally brilliant self-titled album being performed live somewhere in Europe. It’s quite insane. ;-)


And something a little more mellow:


Posted by Onnik @ 2:36 am. Filed under: Azerbaijan, Culture, Music, Caucasus, Jazz






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  1. Interestingly, Aziza Mustafa Zadeh returned to Azerbaijan last month to take part in the Baku International Jazz Festival, something which was obviously considered important enough an event for the UNDP office there to mention it in their Development Bulletin.

    A little bit of cultural history was made last Friday in Baku. Aziza Mustafazadeh, outstanding musician in her own right but also daughter of iconic Azerbaijani jazzman Vagif, played a long-awaited concert at the Opera and Ballet Theater.

    There was a piquant poignancy to this event. There are those who are unhappy with the pianist’s long (20 year), self-imposed exile from her homeland audience - she has built a successful career in the west and there have been mutterings about her neglect of the land where she learned to play. She, on the other hand, has bitter memories of the difficulties faced by her father as he struggled to establish the jazz art form in Azerbaijan, often in the teeth of official (Soviet) disapproval.

    The concert’s progression reflected the development of a relationship with the audience. Aziza entered to an affectionate welcome from a large audience (not quite capacity - even the cheapest, 50 manat, ticket beyond the pocket of some enthusiasts). A tall, slim woman, her quiet and modest introductions did not prepare you for the strength and fire in her playing. The opening repertoire, however, also seemed modest in its stretch - there was a definite, classical weight to these pieces. She declared Bach, “without whom there would be no jazz”, to be her favorite classical composer, but it was not quite what the Jazz Festival audience had been waiting for.

    Gradually, she seemed to sense that the auditorium was, indeed, a sympathetic one and she relaxed; at first with some Mozartian whimsy to demonstrate the operatic power of her voice. Then, as if realizing that Baku would not jump down her throat if she stepped onto hallowed ground, she ventured into a glorious scat vocal/daf duet and, finally, into mugham and… Vagif. The tension dissolved and audience and performer joined together in a celebration of the family’s contribution to Azerbaijani and jazz-world culture. The celebration had its wit: Aziza’s compositional confession to a European taste for cappuccino and tiramisu rather than tea and pakhlava - and its poignancy: her playing of ‘Shahidlar’ (Martyrs) in memory of those killed in the Karabagh war, and her father’s meditative pieces, ‘Dushunce’ (Thought) and ‘Mart’ (March Month) which ushered all into their own reflection on past years.

    Her poignancy struck as true a note as any in her playing: whispering of her dreams of Baku; of her love for a father whose genius gave so much but which was laid prematurely low by the pressure of an unimaginative tyranny, and for a mother, whose own musical career had been laid aside to nurture the flowering of another musical Mustafa-zadeh. Mother, Eliza khanim, was present to witness the return of a favorite daughter to Baku’s bosom and must have been gratified that the risk they look in returning had been so prodigally rewarded.

    In the end, the audience was as anxious to keep Aziza Mustafa-zadeh on stage as she was to stay at the piano. Encore after encore enticed the maestro into a promise to return and, after a performance like this; it can’t be too soon, or too often. At the start of a Jazz Festival program with a strong focus on the current crop of rising stars, this was a dramatic demonstration of the potential of local talent.

    Comment by Onnik — July 30, 2007 @ 3:31 am

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