In terms of particular records put out by great jazz labels, it would be difficult to give one label more credit than another. For an American music idiom with such a rich history, so many canonized releases are scattered across a rich variety of labels; i.e, Verve, Riverside, Impulse, ESP, etc. While all of these labels have been responsible for great classic recordings, no particular label seems to share Blue Note's inimitable process, as well as its independent integrity (that is, until the late 60's I guess).
Blue Note Records was created by Alfred Lion and Francis Wolff, both German immigrants who journeyed to the states in the mid-thirties. With Lion's visionary knack for seeking out musicians who are now considered legendary (Lion was the first to record the young Thelonious Monk, who at the time was a grossly neglected artist, as well as Bud Powell), and Wolff's stunning black and white photography, these two men slowly became responsible for one of the most widely known, independent jazz labels in the country. Shortly after, they picked up Rudy Van Gelder, probably the greatest recording engineer that jazz music has ever seen, and Gil Melles who was responsible for that classic record cover design that jazz enthusiasts know all too well. Most importantly, all of the brilliant musicians that personified bebop music from the forties to the mid-sixties.
For such a slim volume, Cook manages to give a concise summary of the labels' history while including every important aspect of its accomplishments. He writes as music historiographer, but with a keen jazz critic sensibility. I like how Cook focuses on some of the more groundbreaking recordings that came from the label. Musicians like Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, Art Blakey, Horace Silver, Lee Morgan, and Hank Mobley are spoken of with the most reverence. He includes interesting stories and anecdotes as well, many of which entail Lion's cat (the most humorous story being the time that Lion was having breakfast at his home with Bud Powell, and the cat jumped up on the table, which freaked Powell out, and then he tried to stab it with a knife (Powell was a thoroughly disturbed genius)).
Unfortunately, as this biography reaches it's end it seems to mimic the reality of, not only Blue Note Records' decline in quality, but the jazz music industry as a whole. Cook feels that the transition from the bright beginnings of those Thelonious Monk recordings to those of an artist such as Norah Jones (who is, in my mind, even in terms of vocal jazz, the furthest thing from a jazz musician) is one of the more depressing things to happen to the idiom in the 21st century.