Here’s Something Else!: David Sanborn That Doesn’t, You Know, Suck

Often situated in a pillowy cloud of opaque neo-funk, saxophonist David Sanborn’s talents are understandably obscured. The arrangements on his records, like much of the smooth-jazz movement that he still perhaps wrongly personifies, can just be so … agreeable. Yet Sanborn remains unique in his ability to creatively emote in almost any context, no matter how pallid. Just when you get ready to write him off, Sanborn elevates – be that on any number of jazz-ish solo recordings dating back to his 1975 debut, Taking Off, or on a dizzying number of sideman gigs across the rock and blues genres. There’s just no mistaking, or escaping, that amiable, skirling tone …


“MAPUTO,” with Bob James (DOUBLE VISION, 1986)

This pairing – considered big news in the world of pop-jazz back then – had all the makings of a made-for-the-cutout-bin easy-listening disaster. Whatever you think about Sanborn, he’s George Clinton-level crazy-soulful compared to the drab keyboardist-about-town Bob James – a player who, even a quarter century later, seems to spend most sessions ensuring that things don’t become too interesting. Then these two go and open Double Vision with a composition by bassist Marcus Miller that has all the complexity of boxed white wine. Zzzzzzzz, right?

Yet this may be one of the best smooth jazz (I know; stop it) efforts there ever was. Mostly, because “Maputo” definitively confirms everything there was to like about Sanborn – his easy way with a melody, those chunky blasts of bright emotion, his direct thought process, a tone so accessible it would have shamed Cannonball Adderley. Sanborn didn’t just save the song, he single-handedly powered Double Vision – well, with a smart assist from Al Jarreau – toward an amazing 63 weeks on the Billboard charts.

“Maputo,” sure, is an empty-calorie pleasantry, with all of the faux-lushness of pleather. But it definitively illustrates how Sanborn can turn almost anything into listenable – hell, enjoyable – pablum. – Nick DeRiso


RAMBLIN’ (UPFRONT, 1992)

To pigeonhole Sanborn as some smooth-jazz icon starts to look pretty fucking silly the more you dig into his music. I mean, how many smooth jazzers do you know who played in Paul Butterfield’s band when it was still relevant, hooked up with Tim Berne on a tribute to Julius Hemphill, or cover an Ornette Coleman ditty on his own record?

I suspect that Sanborn chose to take on Ornette’s “Ramblin’” because he really didn’t have to mess with it much to make it his own song. Like most of Coleman’s tunes, there’s not really chords but a definite succession of notes, and that melody doesn’t rely on rhythm to stand on its own. Coleman himself put a bop spin on his blues melody when he taped the original version in 1959. Sanborn swipes that melody intact and slips in a sweaty, organic funk groove underneath. Bassist Marcus Miller, drummer Steve Jordan, guitarist Spaceman Patterson and B-3 player Ricky Peterson worked that groove vigorously for eight minutes, while Sanborn and trumpeter Herb Robertson (his Don Cherry stand-in) teach classic Harmolodics to fans who might have been too frightened to give Change Of The Century a spin.

Sanborn himself doesn’t fear the avant garde-father Coleman and, in making a dance-ready rendition of “Ramblin’,” he’s suggesting that his audience needn’t, either. – S. Victor Aaron


“TUESDAY HEARTBREAK,” with Stevie Wonder (TALKING BOOK, 1972)

Sanborn fits so snugly into this song’s layered melancholic funk that, at first, he seems to charge out of the mix at about the midway point of Stevie Wonder’s “Tuesday Heartbreak.” (Wonder, along with producers Malcolm Cecil and Robert Margouleff, after all, had constructed a crashing tide of sound, with wall-to-wall synthesizers, Rhodes and clavinets replacing the more familiar strings associated with funk music.) Repeated listens, however, reveal a soloist of thrifty practicality.

Sanborn is all over the song, but only to provide a measured response amidst Wonder’s pulsing impetuousness. He’s the ground wire as Stevie blurts out an upbeat plea for reconciliation – “I wanna be with you when the nighttime comes. I wanna be with you ’til the daytime comes” – after a breakup. Sanborn’s call-and-response sax work, like a sharp warning, balances that optimism with a bracing shot of deep-blues reality.

Across Stevie Wonder’s five-album outburst of 1970s pop-soul brilliance (from 1972’s Music of My Mind through 1976’s Songs in the Key Of Life), the thing to completely and utterly love has always been his unconquerable opened-heartedness. Here, Sanborn communicates all of the dark outcomes that we know to be part of the deal, as well. – Nick DeRiso


“I TOLD U SO” (BACKSTREET, 1983)

There wasn’t a whole lot of great contemporary jazz going on in the early 1980s, as the wild improvisations and raw musicianship of the ’70s had nearly completely given way to the slick, synthed-up glossed-over production values that made it possible for players with even marginal talent to gain fame and sell a lot of records. Yet, David Sanborn’s music only got better during this time.

Ever sensitive to modern trends and never pretending to be a straight jazzman in the first place, Sanborn enthusiastically went with the flow – as he’s mostly done throughout his career – when he issued Backstreet in 1983. But the album defied the odds of becoming instantly forgettable disposable instrumental music because the production (provided primarily by bassist extraordinaire Marcus Miller) and the material were both consistently above par. Right from the beginning, in fact.

The album-opening “I Told U So” is a sublime slice of sultry, mid-tempo funk. Somewhat unusual for its time, there’s real space between the drums, keyboards and bass which makes the sound lean and efficient, creating the perfect slab of groove for Sanborn to work his magic. Sanborn plays it straight over the first couple of choruses, then begins improvising nicely with arpeggios and other expressive devices. He never gets ahead or behind the beat. The late, lamented Hiram Bullock, who shares co-write credit for this song with Sanborn, supplies a short but sharp blues-based guitar solo.

No one is out to knock you on your ass with the solos, though. This is about working the slow groove, and the mission is accomplished to perfection. Unhurried and unforced, “I told U So” rocks in kicked-back, head-nodding style. It’s jazz that’s smooth – but “smooth” done the right way. – S. Victor Aaron


“YOUNG AMERICANS,” with David Bowie (YOUNG AMERICANS, 1975)

In 1975, David Bowie – former flaxen-haired folkie, then power-pop maven, then bi-sexual balladeer, then space-cadet rocker – announces he’s ditching it all for soul music. “I’ve rocked,” Bowie famously asserts, in a moment of complete bologna, “my roll.” Amongst the rabble of ace session guys he assembles for the resulting project is Sanborn – who proceeds to wail his way through the album-opening title track, tearing into a series of blurting, lascivious runs.

Sanborn, in fact, ended up dominating “Young Americans” to the point where he’s almost working in duet with Bowie’s vocal. More particularly, his sax sound is like something you’d hear wafting out of an ass-whipping country saloon, or else a strip joint. Those nasty little asides scuffed up this new oddity (Bowie called it “plastic soul”), and people took notice. The track was one of Bowie’s highest charters to date, at the time, reaching No. 28 on the Billboard charts – and eventually ranked 481st on Rolling Stone magazine’s list of the 500 greatest songs. Bowie’s brief disco-fied R&B sideroad also propelled him into a spot as one of the few white guys – and was there anybody, really, who was, you know, whiter? – to appear on TV’s “Soul Train.”

Reason: David Sanborn. – Nick DeRiso


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Disco Songs That Don’t, You Know, Suck – Part 1
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Disco Songs That Don’t, You Know, Suck – Part 2

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  • http://home.comcast.net/~rsbrandt Anonymous

    I’d only hesitate to add “Cactus” off the Beck & Sanborn LP because it’s really Joe Beck’s show the whole way, but it’s still a classic.

  • Anonymous

    I still think the best thing David Sanborn was involved with was the music variety show Night Music.

  • http://www.somethingelsereviews.com NICK DERISO

    I actually considered “Another Hand,” Sanborn’s 1990 record from the Night Music period. He and producer Hal Willner added Bill Frisell, Charlie Haden, Jack DeJohnette and others hoping to craft a more challenging mixture of R&B jazz and improvisational music. To my ear, it still sounds more admirable than it was successful. Sanborn seems a little uneasy throughout, and can’t muster his signature bravado. In the end, I got so wound up listening to the wonder of his work with Stevie Wonder that I ditched “Another Hand.”

  • Anonymous

    Don’t forget Sanborn’s solo on Todd Rundgren’s “Zen Archer” from A Wizard/A True Star

  • Anonymous

    On the “Lethal Weapon 2″ soundtrack, the track “Riggs” features an insane duet between Sanborn and Eric Clapton.

  • drfeelgoed

    I’ve seen Sanborn live, not bad at all!

  • Anonymous

    I just remembered Sanborn’s sax all through the title cut of Ian Hunter’s All American Alien Boy. Great stuff.