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reviews „Running out of time “
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Audienz bei der Gitarrenprinzessin
Gut geerdeter Groove, das ist der erste Eindruck. Keine Aufregung. Und eine Gitarre, die lautmalerisches Terrain absteckt. Trotz fester Bodenhaftung mit zupackender Spielweise hat das rhythmische Fundament, der rollende Teppich , den Hardy Fischötter (drums) und Martin Weinert (bass) für ihre "Gitarrenprinzessin" auslegen, etwas unwirklich Leichtes, Abgehobenes. Eine exzellente Basis für Susan Weinert , deren Gitarrenspiel sich fast jeder Schubladerei entzieht. Sie kann introvertiert wirken, ohne je der Versuchung zu obliegen, selbstverliebte L'Art zu produzieren. Sie kann laut und bestimmt sein, ohne zu lärmen.
Ganze Soundlandschaften legt Susan Weinert aus, um sie im nächsten Moment wieder einzufangen und unterwürfige Sklavin des nächsten Basslaufes zu werden. Francesco Cottone, der Mann, nachdem sie so lange gesucht haben, schält sich stimmlich aus dem Hintergrund. Er kann dieses "verrückte Zeug" singen. Dass da jemand singt, macht die Musik nicht weniger komplex, im Gegenteil. Sein Gesangstil reicht von bluesgetränkter Inbrunst bis hin zu Scat-Gesang, an einer Stelle übernimmt er gar den Part einer lebenden Rhythmusmaschine, und dann steht er für Momente da wie ein trauriger Clown.
Kontraste überraschen immer wieder: Mal gar nichts expoldieren lassen, sich nicht in diese Verzückung hineinzuspielen, das ist eine Ballade wie "When The Water Bows". Ganz anders dann am Schluss "Thery Only Come Out At Night". Hardrock, irgendwie. Aber so richtig die Sau lässt die Gitarrenprinzessin dann doch nicht raus. Die Musik muss niemanden anspringen, das Türchen muss man schon selbst aufmachen. Nur Mut, der Schlüssel ist leicht zu finden.
Thomas Zimmer/Badische Neueste Nachrichten, 18.04.05 |
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Vokale Vollendung instrumenteller Ausgangsbasis
WOW, diese Scheibe ist ihr Meisterwerk. Eine echte Offenbarung. Kaum zu fassen, was hier abgeht. Die deutsche Gitarristin Susan Weinert hat zusammen mit ihrem Mann Martin am Bass und dem Weltklassedrummer Hardy Fischötter Power-Jazz-Rock mit Gesang kreiert. Sowas hat es in dieser Vollendung nur einmal gegeben, nämlich mit der Band I.O.U von Allan Holdsworth. Auch auf der CD "Road Games" dieses Gitarren-Genies ist ein Stück, dass man vielleicht noch mit der Kraft dieser neuen Scheibe vergleichen kann. Damals war der Sänger kein geringerer als Jack Bruce. Bei Frau Weinert ist es der bisher unbekannte Francesco Cottone, der mit tiefer und rauchiger Stimme den instrumentellen Sensationen des Trios Paroli bietet. Die ursprünglich instrumental angelegte Musik wurde durch Cottones Stimme geradezu veredelt – obwohl kaum besser zu machen, hat es der Sänger verstanden, die Musik Susan Weinerts zu neuen Ebenen der Vollkommenheit zu verhelfen. Grandios!!! "
Andy Pohl, www.bubblehouse.de, 20.01.05 |
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Sieben Anläufe hat die aus dem Saarland stammende Gitarristin Susan Weinert gebraucht, um der menschlichen Stimme auf einer Plattenaufnahme Raum zu geben. Die an der Seite ihres Ehemannes Martin Weinert am Bass sowie Schlagzeuger Hardy Fischötter zu den renommiertesten deutschen Vertreterinnen im Jazz-Genre aufgestiegene Instrumentalistin hat nun aber mit Francesco Cottone einen vollmundigen Vokalisten mit völlig eigener Note gefunden. Die aktuelle CD "Running Out Of Time" wird von seinem Organ geradezu dominiert - unmöglich, nicht davon beeindruckt zu sein. Denn Cottone belässt es nicht dabei, simple Melodien mit Lyrics zu versehen. Er begibt sich ins dynamische Zentrum der Musik, reibt sich an den Harmonien, ergänzt die instrumentellen Pfade der Band um eine weitere klangliche Dimension. Oft wirkt sein Gesang wie die Verlängerung einer Rezitation von Gedichten ins Musikalische. Susan Weinerts Kompositionen bauen indes ein fulminantes Kraftfeld auf, das ihre Fähigkeiten auf dem elektrifizierten als auch auf dem unverstärkten Instrument offen legen. Oft erinnert der massive Sound an die Hervorbringungen der New Yorker "M-BAse", wo Gitarristen wie Kelvyn Bell, Vernon Reid oder auch Sängerin Cassandra Wislon für stilbildende Novitäten sorgten."
Main-Spitze/Rüsselsheim, 01.11.04 |
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SUSAN WEINERTs neue CD ,Running Out Of Time‘ erinnert passagenweise schon sehr an U.K. mit Sänger & Bassist John Wetton und Allan Holdsworth an der Gitarre. Und das ist schon ein ganz großes Kompliment, gehörte doch deren 1978er Debüt zum Besten zwischen europäischem Art- & Jazz-Rock. Die Gitarristin aus Neunkirchen hat jetzt mit Francesco Cottone einen faszinierenden Sänger in ihre Band geholt. Gemeinsam mit Martin Weinert (b) und Hardy Fischötter (dr) ist hier eine Musik entstanden, die es in dieser Form wohl momentan von keiner anderen Band gibt: Zeitloser wie zeitgemäßer elektrischer Gitarren-Jazz mit Gesang, das in Arrangements, die einfach nur großartig europäische New-Jazz-Tradition mit ProgRock-Elementen verbinden, und vor allem Melodien & Changes transportieren, die im o. g. Genre in dieser Perfektion selten bis nie gehört wurden. Darüber hinaus sind die gitarristischen Beiträge von Susan Weinert extrem ausdruckstark, virtuos ohne vordergründig abzunudeln, immer mit kleinen Überraschungen gespickt und klanglich sehr gut umgesetzt; ganz egal ob sie verzerrte E-, cleane A- oder soundflächige VG8-Gitarre spielt. Noch Fragen?
Gitarre & Bass, Ausgabe 11/2004 |
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One thought dominated my conscience while first hearing Susan Weinert's latest recording "Running Out of Time” and it was "Where has this woman been hiding”? She is incredible and equally so is her band, husband Martin Weinert on bass, Hardy Fischötter on drums, and on this particular session, Francesco Cottone on vocals. Listening casually, I'm reminded of early Allan Holdsworth's vocal efforts, however, upon closer examination, Susan's compositional skills are so impressive she clearly has her own well developed sound and style. In addition to the great compositions, "Running Out of Time” is a first class Jazz Rock recording in every respect. The band is incredibly tight and in tune with each other using a great deal of musical integrity. It's hard to hide a mediocre player in a trio and this band can deal it out with the best. This recording has it all, tight funky grooves, great stretches and jams, with an overall tasty soulful and passionate playing. Regarding the rare appearance of vocals on every song of a Jazz Rock recording, I must admit that personally I'm not appreciative. Having said that, I must also admit that these vocals are absolutely superb, with equally heartfelt lyrics and the bottom line is "Running Out of Time” succeeds where so many others have failed. If you are a Jazz Rock fan, this is a "must have” Cd. I'm eagerly looking forward to hearing more of Susan Weinert!
Rick Calic, jazzrockworld.com |
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One of the hardest working and dynamic fusion groups today is the Susan Weinert Band. The German-based trio is lead by the lady guitarist, who equals in talent with names like Alan Holdsworth, Scott Henderson, and Frank Gambale. But when listening to her, it is obvious that she is much more than just an axe-burner with hot licks and chops; she is an artist with a specific style that is modern, imaginative, and mature.
Since the mid-'80s she has performed with fusion notables Steps Ahead, Mike Manieri, Rachel Z and produced seven noteworthy recordings with her talented band - mates husband bassist Martin Weinert and drummer Hardy Fischötter.
These two recordings are a fine introduction to the band and a good representation of their creative and progressive music.
Susan Weinert's newest recording finds the band performing some its most original music to date, but it's also their first vocal recording, featuring the impressive singer Francesco Cottone. Jazz fusion and vocals have been done before but the combination of Weinert’s compositions and Cottone’s voice and lyrics create a unique and landmark recording.
The expressiveness of Cottone’s voice is perfectly balanced with the music and the bands sound. Cottone uses prose-like color with jazzy vocals that are times soulful, poetic, and haunting. This is intertwined with Weinert’s fret-board artistry which is ever impressive as she commands feeling and complete spontaneity, with a variety of electric, synthesized, and acoustic guitar sounds. The rhythm section is the key to keeping the various patterns and tempos tight yet also loose. The ten compositions encompass a variety of moods from the eclectic rock “Eleven” and “Change” to atmospheric interpretations “When the Water Bows” and “What a Night.”
If you’re interested in searing solos and bone crunching riffs you’ll be pleased with “They Only Come At Night”; yet this recording has much more to offer. Cottone’s lyrics and Susan’s acoustic guitar work on “Sooner” are simply breathtaking as they covey music that is mature, introspective, and personal. The tune “Darkness” is good example of the group’s inventiveness bringing to mind a Weather Report-like style with nice bass work by Martin. The funky groove on the closing song “Just Do It” sums up the attitude of this recording and the band with music that is alive, kicking, and totally creative.
Mark F. Turner, on allaboutjazz.com |
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Being a casual Fusion listener, this is the first (to my chagrin) time I have listened to a Susan Weinert record. After many instrumental Fusion albums, Running Out of Time is Weinert's first CD with vocals.The tracks on Running Out of Time are in the 3 to 7 minute range. They all feature a vocal part, sustained by some Fusion based musical background, but also an instrumental section that lets the musicians strech out. Because of this, the record I am mostly reminded of is Bill Bruford's excellent debut album Feels Good to Me. Susan Weinert is just an incredible guitar player. Holdsworth and David Torn are the references that easily come to my mind. In fact some of David Torn's music, because of the mood and ambiance, reminds me of what we get on Running Out of Time. Weinert's playing is all over the album, and this is a good thing. The other constant presence is Francesco Cottone's singing. He has a great voice and is an accomplished singer. His vocals meld perfectly with the music, and even though I have never heard any of Weinert's previous work, I cannot help myself from hoping that she will continue collaborating with Cottone. It must be obvious by now that I am very enthousiastic about Running Out of Time. My highest recommendation indeed
Marc, on ProGGnosis.com
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now playing: Susan Weinert's NEW CD Running Out of Time pre-release demo, due out 10/2004 WOW!!!!!!!!!!! an interesting blending of AH's I.O.U./Metal Fatigue/Secrets-styled vox intros, sing-over scat jazzy soulful splash refrains & verse -- with Susan Weinert ripping it up so smoothly and with crunch power and blazing fingerwork and vox bass axe unison lines. Will appeal to IOU/Metal Fatigue/Secrets-era Holdsworth fans & Scott Henderson followers but Susan shines in her own spaces nicely, uniquely with her own special finesse, grace, and delightful grit. Bravo! I like this a great deal!! It's very classy.
John W. Patterson, Editor EER-MUSIC.com |
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„Running Out Of Time“ is the title of the forthcoming Susan Weinert Band CD, which I'm told should hit the streets sometime in October so not long to wait. A new direction has beckoned for we now have „songs“, all lyrics and vocal contributions by one Francesco Cottone.
' SWB fans have always got music of quality from the band, and this release will be no exception believe me. This is an outstanding piece of work, and as usual has a very personal feel to it.
Thought provoking lyrics from Francesco put an extra dimension to the music, but the sound is still quite distinctive, „Weinie“ magic! For example „Change“ is a great number. Oh and not to forget one of Germanys best hidden secrets, the under-rated Hardy Fischötter, a very talented drummer, great technique ….. cool.
For those of you that lean more towards rock and the heavier stuff, you are catered for with „They Only Come Out At Night“ which will no doubt be a real crowd pleaser played live n loud. Nice acoustic guitar playing on „Sooner“. All round a good balance, something for everyone.
My advice, put the money aside in advance because listening to this ten-track demo CDR is a joy. This could well become their biggest seller yet.
mark pearman u.k. |
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flowers |
it’s in the man who brakes in front of your car ... cause of the bus stopping ... and it’s in the man who steps inside ... to make it to his store in time ... it’s in his boy selling flowers in his store ‘til he’s there ... and in the girl ... buying some red rose for their first date be a special day ... and it is in the bee ... scaring the girl, making the flower drop down
it’s in the runner doing her course in the park ... ‘cause everyone seems able to judge ... if she is cute or got too much ... then she finds the flower in her path ... what will they think if she’s doing her course wearing a rose on her tracksuit? ... so she puts it down on a bench beside a beggar. ... while he’s sleeping ... a dog sniffs on his feet and takes the flower with him
what will they think if she’s doing her course wearing a rose on her tracksuit? ... so she puts it down on a bench beside a beggar. ... while he’s sleeping ... a dog sniffs on his feet and takes the flower with him ... and on his way home it starts to rain
it’s in the dog running back home through the rain ... and in his owner excited about her cutie carrying a flower ... she lays it on the radiator ... she sits down to read on in her book, ... spending some hours until it’s dry, ... she carefully takes it, as her mum did in her childhood days, ... then she opens the book ... putting the flower between the sheets to squeeze it.
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years later she took the book, the dried flower fell on the floor. ... it’s in the writer of the book he's starting his day somewhere else ... driving to his publisher as someone is braking in front of his car
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone |
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dancing on the water |
i’m walking up and down ... the beach of lido rossello ... why have i come here ... after so many years?
it’s my father’s home ... why shouldn’t it be mine?
on the horizon ... i see my people ... they are dancing on the water ... on the horizon
blue shining red ... let me feel sunlight ... i need to walk on concrete ... to discover my permeability ... and they are dancing...
when i walk down ... via belvedere ... in his mother’s arms ... will he wait there for me?
for now and ever since ... i try to remember
and on the horizon ... i see my people ... they are dancing on the water ... on the horizon
blue shining sun ... on his island ... will i go there to live by the water? ... so one day i’ll be dancing with them...
...dedicated to pasquale cottone
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone |
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e.v.p. (the unknown world) |
so i'm still a spectator of life ... in a world given shape by my mind ... i lived thoughtless ... i remained ... in an unknown world ... once i dreamt of a crusade ... coming from the inside through my voice ... a sort of a liberation modelled after sorrow
i looked, i searched for many old friends ... and found those i've lost before the end ... what had happened ... will i stay ... in this unknown world ... why was i so secure ... that it was this life unique and pure ... what if it was only one of many lifes in a row
the voices in my head ... repeated thoughts and filtered noise ... a questionnaire ... my answers short and fast ... record it on the other side ... so something may last ... of me ... oh, i feel the presence of your love ... everywhere
salvation is a book on my shelf ... covered by the dust i call „myself“ ... waiting unmoved ... waiting still ... in an unknown world ... escaping vital past ... right into the arms of a now that lasts ... preparing a celebration of wide and pure silence
the voices in my head ... repeated thoughts and filtered noise ... a questionnaire ... my answers short and fast ... record it on the other side ... so something may last ... of me ... oh, i feel the presence of your love ... everywhere
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone |
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iceland |
she knew that he drove the whole night through ... without looking back ... she stayed in their place between goodbyes ... and he started to miss her as the evening sun wrote reykjavík ... on his rear mirror
their love transmuted in a way ... she never thought was possible
what have they become? ... moving apart like ... two glaciers ... from iceland
she brought out all the unused things and let nature ... do the work ... and as she decided to sort out their cd’s ... starting with a, then she stopped at c ... to replace his „unforgettable“-album ... with „this fire“
their love transmuted in a way ... she never thought was possible
what have they done? ... living so close ... like the strings ... in a quartet?
no need for headphones anymore ... cause the song she listens to ... won’t disturb anyone ... so she's putting the volume to maximum ... now that he’s gone
their love transmuted in a way ... she never thought was possible
she knew that he drove the whole night through ... without looking back ... she stayed in their place between goodbyes ... and he started to miss her as the evening sun wrote reykjavík ... on his rear mirror
their love transmuted in a way ... he never thought was possible
moving apart like ... two glaciers ... from iceland
and as he noticed the clouds through his windscreen ... all he is, is wondering ... he wondered how they had come here ... all the way from ... iceland
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone
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miles & stones |
she practised every day and night ... but she never found support or someone who wanted to play with her ... she tried to reach it on her own ... still she's miles away
she’s been writing songs for years ... and the crap of music in the radio sells more and more ... her inspiration never dried up ... still she’s miles away
her will, ambition and her discipline ... they start to spread into life itself and relations ... writing is living ... there was no time to let go ... the child in her did know that all she does would once come back
writing is living ... there was no time to let go ... the child in her did know that all she does would once come back ... once come back
she lost her faith in family ... no one’s calling back nor there's a question ‘bout the work she does ... she lost her faith into her dreams ... stones are building walls
she found new love in children ... so everyone can see, she is delightful ... she’s a prideful mother ... stones are building walls
her will, ambition and her discipline start to ... spread into life itself and relations ... writing is living ... living means decisions ... there was a letting go ... the child in her did know ... that all she does would once come back ... and there she goes ... walking stones & miles
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone
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journey to inari |
got this call from my agent to go to this place i didn’t know ... i should write a story ... “write something special“, that’s what he said ... started my work but each website i found ... hid some kind of mystery ... all i got were photographs ... ‘cause every word was finnish ... seems that noone in my world knows something about this place ... inari ... and i set off to inari
and i get off the train and into nothing ... then i caught eye of an old tent ... the stripes, once red and black, now faded to brown and grey ... inari ... this moment’s still inside of me
by that time, a circus moved into town ... poor rumanian company ... free people on their travel ... struggling but following their mission ... i went there before i had arrived ... dazed by gas of swaying lights ... bundled up to wings for her appearance on the rope ... step by step so close to death ... i worship life since ... inari ... such beauty i have never seen
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone |
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back to the garden |
it’s my thirteenth anniversary ... waiting for my friends to come ... feels like nothing really happened before ... we’re bereft of childhood
i move backwards to find the cradle ... of my now and then ... must be a kind of key to this ... long before i went to school ... i played in our garden
i decided not to go to school ... on this grey cloudy day ... instead i took the train, let inner pictures grow ... trees fly on the outside
dreamt that all these people are teaching tools ... i will never need ... must be a place to grow more than that ... just a child in the wilderness of the forest ... like dead wood is to be cut out ... doubts are supporting growth
oh ... god is never sensible ... she had never been ... whatever she wants from me, she wants for me ... i’ll follow her back to the garden
rent this empty place for quite a while ... still dreaming of a home to build ... i put in furniture and chairs filled holes ... sandalwood and amber
and although it resembles nurturing ... mere illusive safety ... want to come closer to purity? ... you gotta go back to the garden
the same illusions came across my way ... each time i forgot my needs
oh ... god is never sensible ... she had never been ... whatever she wants from me, she wants for me ... i’ll follow her back to the garden ... back to the garden ... back to the garden ... back to the garden
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone |
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blue horizon |
there is no cloud, no shadow ... as far as i see - blue ... and with you on my side i woke up ... after all i’ve been through ... it is not easy to see the truth
but through my window ... i see flowers growing ... green and red and yellow and all in between ... lining up so we can get an eyeful of a ... blue horizon
always relied on my senses ... and i relied on you ... this trunk grew stronger, so many branches ... a tree obstructing my view ... face covered with leaves and leaves and leaves
but through my window ... i see sunrays shining ... from above like gateways to mexico ... bundled up so we can get an eyeful of a ... blue horizon
on our last vacation ... the clouds did not disappear ... so i did what my friend had told me ... a mixture of hope and beer ... ‘cause it is better to follow in his channel ... then to miss his boat at all
how could i keep up if i'd rather be a sautee ... while i could live as balanced as a bob ross-disciple? .
there is no cloud, no shadow ... as far as i see - blue ... and with you on my side i woke up ... after all i’ve been through ... it’s still not easy ... but i learned somehow ... to retain a deeper sense of hope ... even when clouds pass by ... for a blue horizon, dream on
music: s. weinert lyrics: f. cottone
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