Craig Taborn Trio
December 7, 2009
Judging by the number of young musicians in the audience, pianist Craig Taborn has something of a reputation among the cognoscenti. That many of them were pianists too just whetted the appetite even more for his leadership debut in the UK in the supportive setting of north London's Vortex. Of course Taborn is far from an unknown quantity in town, having high-profile sideman gigs with Tim Berne
, Chris Potter
and most recently Vincent Courtois. Filling out his trio were longtime associate Gerald Cleaver
on drums and more recent recruit Thomas Morgan on bass.
Though he has trio recordings to his name, Taborn stuck almost entirely with electronic keyboards on the last Junk Magic (Thirsty Ear, 2004), and it is not since Light Made Lighter (Thirsty Ear, 2001) that he dealt exclusively with acoustic piano. Tonight saw him ensconced safely behind the Vortex' Steinway, nonetheless exploring conceptual territory concerning the overlapping rhythms associated with techno and drum programming through his own compositions.
Like the pianist, Cleaver hails from Detroit, and the pair have gigged together for more than 20 years, starting as part of Roscoe Mitchell
's Sound Ensemble and since then with improvisors across the board, including Mat Maneri
, Rob Brown
, James Carter
[chck] etc. Both feature on the critically acclaimed Farmers By Nature
(Aum Fidelity, 2009) alongside bassist William Parker
in an hour long spontaneous performance remarkable for its equality and cohesiveness. Also, like Taborn, Cleaver moves freely between genres, simply refusing to recognize any demarcations to the imagination. Though upcoming bassist Morgan is from a later generation, he has already performed in a featured role alongside Steve Coleman
, David Binney
and Tyshawn Sorey
, including appearing on the last's That/Not
(Firehouse 12, 2007).
All three made a synchronized start to the first set with a repeated riff, which Taborn soon left to Morgan to sustain as he fired out a cascade of prancing, stiff- fingered variations. Cleaver underpinned with a foot-tapping Latin feel as Taborn explored the realm of minimalist repetition. As Morgan, too, departed the riff, "semi-free" became a "completely free-but-full" sonic canvas as they navigating by the seat of their pants. As the intensity grew, Taborn removed his jacket without interrupting his course one jot. In spite of the accessibility of the components, together they paradoxically generated quite an abstract music, with multiple criss-crossing parts inhabiting the same space but with dissimilar wavelengths combining for an exquisite tension that gripped the attention.
Taborn more than justified the professional interest, often belaying convoluted repeated figures with his left hand, sometimes in tandem with Morgan, while his right hand ranged far and wide, sounding as if there were an extra person on the bandstand. This impressive independence between the handsa testament to intensive woodsheddingresulted in separate lines, only compounding the already knotty contours traced by bass and drums. Even recurrent riffs were subject to subtle modifications in voicings, fending off the familiarity which might bring contempt. Throughout the first piece, Taborn pitched in fast urgent patterns, his accelerating repetitions becoming trance-like and remorseless until he modulated into an even trickier motif. Such was the intricacy that oral cues were needed, with the leader shouting "OK," signaling the switch to an ominous theme delivered atop fast percussion, which involved both jazzier time and a correspondingly jazzy piano solo from a smiling Taborn.
His bandmates proved the perfect foils: alert to every nuance in the charts, but bringing their own individuality to bear in unexpected ways. Cleaver was very busy, eyes closed, head facing down towards his kit, but ears cocked, with his crisply defined intricate taps, patters and fills filling every conceivable space with a bewildering variety of technique. But even within this constant flow he took pains to vary the textures. In one clattering outburst he was still able to include a passage where he pressed one stick on top of the other on the drum head and then slid it across to yield an understated whooshing thud, later striking the drum with the base of his stick and dampening it with his fist in a single movement for yet another of those distinctive timbres which can enliven even the best solo spots.