Parker's bowing literally tugs at my insides, no matter whether in the lowest or the highest, barely audible, register of the strings. Shipp reaches to complement Parker's movement. And always falls into place. After all, when a basic musical metaphor is being shaped, how can Shipp not know where to go with all the inherent sensibility that he has tucked away. Shipp has a talent to map and to build on this corporeal landscape.
Chordal repetitions become the muscles.
Treble notes form the blood that energizes the entire body. The coincidence of the two mingle to make my ears comfortable with the sound and blend to render the total picture, each part inseparable from the other. Parker softens the sometimes rough edges of the piano but does not fail to support Shipp in his constant statements. Shipp can maintain a remarkable span of sound. The relentlessness of the music keeps me glued to it.