![]() “The John Coltrane, the Charlie Parker-their technique was phenomenal. . . . In one scene, he’s asked to sign a wall at his old high school, where he proceeds to fret for a few minutes before finally deciding on “Go for what you love and practice, practice, practice.” Yet who among us thinks only of practice while listening to, say, Sonny Rollins or Dexter Gordon? When the talk-show host Charlie Rose asked Gorelick if he was influenced by any of the great saxophonists-beloved legends of jazz, his supposed spiritual forefathers-he demurred. We are treated to footage of him meticulously preparing an apple pie, meticulously laundering a pair of white pants, meticulously tweaking his golf swing, and meticulously tooting his horn. ![]() Throughout the film, Gorelick frequently reminds viewers that he prizes hard work and discipline above all. He scrambles to course-correct: “I guess, for me, when I listen to music, I think about the musicians, and I just think about what it takes to make that music, and how much they had to practice and how good they had to be.” ![]() As he says it, Kenny G-born Kenneth Gorelick, in Seattle, in 1956-seems to realize that this was maybe not the most prudent thing to admit. “I don’t know if I love music that much,” the saxophonist Kenny G gamely admits in “ Listening to Kenny G,” a new documentary directed by Penny Lane that premièred last week on HBO. ![]()
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