Dayton Art Institute
Dayton, Ohio
March 3, 2001
By Chris Hovan
The best jazz has always been about transcending the time and place of the moment with a unique story that captivates the audience. By this definition then, the brilliantly endowed and sadly underrated Andy Bey helped to make time stand still for a large bevy of enthusiasts who attended this rare Stateside appearance in Dayton, the second in a series of three jazz concerts being held at the Dayton Art Institute and hosted by Cityfolk. With two encores and a pair of generous 50 minute sets, Bey and his capable trio presented a marvelous program that appealed not only to recent devotees, but also to those in the crowd who hark back to the days of Andy and the Bey Sisters and sideman appearances with Duke Pearson and Horace Silver.
Although the hallÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs acoustics were lively and more suited to smaller chamber groups to be sure, seasoned newcomers Joe Martin on bass and drummer Mark McLean handled themselves remarkably well, with every note clearly audible and the balance between instruments reaching absolute perfection. This was no small task for McLean, who even with sticks managed to stoke a quiet fire that never threatened to overtake the rest of the group. Bey sat at a finely tuned grand piano, his vocal nuances captured in pristine fashion by a top-notch sound crew. With a range that any singer would die for, his flawless intonation and ability to speak with an emotional depth make him one of the great ones and not one bit of the 62-year-oldÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs polish and shine has faded over the years.
The first set got underway with a slow and sultry version of ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂYesterdays.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ Like most of the standards performed that evening, Bey managed to tweak things here and there to give each tune a new outlook. ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂAll the Things You AreÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ picked up the tempo a bit, while giving Bey the opportunity to fully utilize his vocal range. The title track of his upcoming new release, ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂTuesdays in Chinatown,ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ made for an excellent addition to the Bey cannon. Dispensing with the bass and drums, a solo rendition of the Brazilian standard ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLike a LoverÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ preceded a sprightly romp with Martin and McLean, sans piano, on ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂStraight, No Chaser.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ It was here that Bey scatted up a storm, trading phrases with the drums at the tuneÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs conclusion.
Heading back for the second set, Bey and the trio approached ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂYouÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂd Be So Nice To Come Home ToÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ via a clever five-note riff that launched each soloist. Both ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂStart All Over AgainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂMidnight BlueÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ featured Bey at his vocal best, the former taken at a healthy clip and the latter smoldering at a slow waltz tempo. With a sound as distinctive as Johnny HodgesÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ liquid vibrato, Bey gave Billy StrayhornÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂBlood countÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ a definitive performance, full of the kind of pathos and vulnerability that mark the pieceÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs stinging lyrics. Somewhat of a challenge due to its Portuguese lyrics and 5/4 meter, MiltonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs NascimentoÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂExits and FlagsÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ seemed to be an odd choice, yet somehow the trio pulled it off while proving their versatility in the long run. Getting away from the piano to close things once again, the bebop line ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂCherylÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ found Bey engaging in a ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂtriologueÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ with Martin and McLean, who both happened to be very impressive in their own solo spots. Following cheers and a standing ovation, Bey concluded the evening by himself, belting out renditions of ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLittle Girl BlueÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ and ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂSomeone to Watch Over Me.ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ In the end, one had to wonder why itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs taken so long for Bey to receive the recognition he so richly deserves. The manÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs in a class by himself and some of us are still trying to fathom all of the music he had to offer on that cold March evening.