Actually in a trainspotting type of situation it should be the worst record ever made by someone you admire.
Normally, I try to get rid of this 'lesser' stuff, so sometimes I don't even remember the full title of a lame record by 'someone I normally admire'. I get so used to selling cd's by Bill Frisell, Knitting Factory Label, John McLaughlin or Jan Garbarek, That I have problems figuring out what would be their 'worst' outing. I hate the stuff mentioned hereunder, but not in the way most radio stuff does on an average day;-) I will not sell these, but I don't like'em either. I just don't get this music, or my all-time heroes were having off-days themselves: John Zorn: My First Recordings/ wank, wank, can't believe I even bought this Ornette Coleman: Virgin Beauty/ don't know what to say, lame fusion? Chris Potter: Gratitude/ just so conservatory, derivative and over-clever Dave Douglas: Magic Triangle/ just lame jazz Ginger Baker: all of his African Airforce material/ untight ramblings going on and on and on (oops, already sold this stuff!) Lol Coxhill & Pat Thomas: Halim/ yuk jazzdance with a lame beat, and entirely non-swinging. No idea what they intended to do here. Mahavishnu Orchestra: this eighties or early nineties album with the word RADIO in it/ lame fusion with a flat synth drum beat (again: already sold it!) Fred Frith: Cheap at half the price/ trying to be pop, the results sound like a sad wannabe's demo, with a tiny twist or, coming closer to 'all time worst records ever': The Damned: the album called 'Anything' Ian Anderson: this eighties synthi solo album, preceeding the countless mediocre Jethro Tull Albums. Regards, Remco Takken