muzycy:
Magnus Broo - trumpet (Stockholm)
Michael Zerang - drums (Chicago)
Ken Vandermark - tenor saxophone, Bb clarinet (Chicago)
Mikolaj Trzaska - alto saxophone, bass clarinet (Gdansk)
Devin Hoff - bass (Chicago)
Steve Swell - trombone (New York)
Dave Rempis - alto & tenor saxophones (Chicago)
Per-Âke Holmlander - tuba (Stockholm)
Tim Daisy - drums (Chicago)
Waclaw Zimpel - Bb & bass clarinet, taragato (Warsaw)

Liner notes:
In mid December of 2004, for some completely unknown reason, a complimentary issue of Time Magazine showed up in my mailbox. I hate the periodical, never read it except when I'm at the dentist, so I have no idea why it arrived. On the front cover was George W. Bush's face, he had been selected as "Person of the Year" by the magazine's editors after his reelection as president. Just one more reason to hate the publication. As I flipped through the pages with masochistic curiosity while drinking my morning coffee, I came across the following, an excerpt from "Late Ripeness," written by Czeslaw Milosz, a poet I had never heard of:

"Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
I felt a door opening in me and I entered
the clarity of early morning.

One after another my former lives were departing,
like ships, together with their sorrow.

And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas
assigned to my brush came closer,
ready now to be described better than they were before."(1)

His words have stuck with me. I read them at a time when I was starting to rethink the aesthetics of my music and here were phrases that gave me some hope that, even if it took until I was ninety, I might find my way. I cut out the excerpt and taped it to my refrigerator, where it stayed for years. The rest of the copy of Time was immediately tossed into the trash.

Shortly after I discovered this poem, I was playing a concert in Krakow at a club called Alchemia. A young man came up to me, said hello, quietly thanked me for the music, and handed me a book- it was a collection of poetry by Czeslaw Milosz. This was Laurence Mąkinia, and he became one of the key figures in Poland for me, as an organizer and label owner. The synchronicity of his gift on our first meeting is consistent with many other experiences I've had in that country, since Marek Winiarski f.......
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Opis dystrybutora:
Resonance to projekt przygotowany, skomponowany i zaaranżowany przez Kena Vandermarka. Miał już dwie swoje odsłony płytowe - "Kafka In Flight" z marca 2011 roku, "Resonance Ensemble [Vinyl 1LP]" ze stycznia 2009 i trzy koncertowe - w 2007 (w Krakowie), 2009 (w Krakowie plus trasa koncertowa obejmująca Polskę, Włochy, Węgry oraz Ukrainę) oraz festiwal w Chicago w marcu ubiegłego roku (Resonance Festiwal organizowany był przez cztery polskie nie zależne wytwórnie płytowe – NotTwo, Multikulti Project, Kilogram Records i Laurence Family).
Na muzykę wykonywaną w jego ramach ponownie złożą się kompozycje lidera, Kena Vandermarka, w tym dedykowane Czesławowi Miłoszowi, Witoldowi Lutosławskiemu oraz Fredowi Andersonowi.
Muzyka zespołu jest sumą doświadczeń Vandermarka w pracy nad wielonurtowymi kompozycjami na bigband jazzowy ze szczególnym uwzględnieniem free jazzowych doświadczeń oraz historycznej ciągłości tradycji jazzowych orkiestr od lat trzydziestych (dokonania orkiestra Stana Kentona i Duke'a Ellingtona) po dzień dzisiejszy.
Warto wiedzieć, że wydany w roku 2009 nakładem krakowskiej oficyny NotTwo box Resonansu uznany został przez dziennikarzy All About Jazz za najwybitniejsze dzieło edytorskie 2009 roku w kategorii "wydawnictwa wielopłytowe".

Liner notes:
In mid December of 2004, for some completely unknown reason, a complimentary issue of Time Magazine showed up in my mailbox. I hate the periodical, never read it except when I'm at the dentist, so I have no idea why it arrived. On the front cover was George W. Bush's face, he had been selected as "Person of the Year" by the magazine's editors after his reelection as president. Just one more reason to hate the publication. As I flipped through the pages with masochistic curiosity while drinking my morning coffee, I came across the following, an excerpt from "Late Ripeness," written by Czeslaw Milosz, a poet I had never heard of:

"No.......
more