Every year Blues Alley brings some of the hippest cats to town of whom very few are in the know. Saturday August 2nd, around 10:15 PM, drenched in sweat and anxiously awaiting the beginning of the second set at the storied DC nightspot, I began my notes on “The Latin Jazz All-Stars,” which consists of a handful of New York-based artists who have been and are currently influential on today’s cutting-edge and increasingly popular Latin jazz scene. As soon as the band began “Impressions” to play, the heat ceased to be a problem. No air conditioning could put out this fire. Co-fronted by trumpeter Ray Vega and trombonist Steve Turré, the all-stars consisted of Arturo O’Farrill on piano, veteran Dominican sideman Mario Rivera on saxophones, Andy Gonzalez on bass, and Steve Berrios on drums; all alumni of Tito Puente’s bands. On the second tune of the set, Vega passionately introduced the man of the hour, a legendary Cuban conguero, Carlos “Patato” Valdes, a small man with a whole lot of heart. Patato’s animated gesticulations and impeccable rhythmic feel truly stole the show as he provided comic relief to an audience that needed as much distraction as they could get from the confusing poly-rhythmic figures and labyrinths of rhythm and harmony. The movement towards jazz being an “art form” analogous to browsing a gallery of art, has taken away much of the interaction between the musicians and the audience. This critic feels that much is often lost by the audience simply taking at face value the often complex ideas the musicians preach in their improvisations. The musician can get to a point where he is being taken too seriously and you lose that interaction that was so central to jazz and especially Latin jazz as a dance music. Patato represents an older generations of musicians (like Terry Gibbs and Tito Puente) who not only know their trade but always knew how to keep an audience engaged in the process. I’ve noticed very recently that not many musicians will joke around with the audience in a manner that keeps people laughing and having a good time while still enjoying the music (though they are seated throughout the performance).
The band, especially Vega, made a genuine effort to explain Patato’s significance in Latin jazz’ history. Being the elder statesman not to mention resident ladies-man, Patato really was the featured attraction, as the audience was thoroughly entertained by his wit and occasional loose tongue.
Steve Turre is no mystery man to D.C., as he has been known to make at least one stop annually in the metropolitan area. However, few jazz fans are aware of this California-born Mexican-American’s playing history. A seminal trombonist, arranger, and innovator, Turré has not only been an active recording artist on the Verve and Telarc Jazz labels, but has also been with bands as diverse as Van Morrison, Tito Puente, the Carnegie Hall Jazz Band, and an 18-year veteran of the Saturday Night Live band (from which he and two-thirds of the band was recently fired for being “too old”). Growing up in the San Francisco bay area, Turre was raised on daily doses of mariachi, jazz, and other Latin music.
I had a chance to sit down and talk the man who is known for both trombone and seashells. Our conversation ranged from fellow trombonists Sam Burtis and John Fedchock to world politics. I was most interested in his versatility as a recording artist. Explaining his current working groups Turre said “I have about five groups right now. First is my regular quartet with bass, drums, and piano. Then there are my TNT Quintet (trombone and tenor), my One4J Quintet [with a who’s who of trombone] honoring the late J.J Johnson, my Sextet with Strings, and Sanctified Shells, all of which I compose and arrange for.”
Needless to say, this is a man who has his stuff together. As I talked to him, fans came up to him to get autographs on LPs dating back several decades including one with Rahsaan Roland Kirk. It is evident he has a following among jazz fans; not too surprising for a guy with such a signature look (with long goatee (sans moustache) and long braided black hair).
Finally, having the opportunity to sit down with Turre, I remembered to ask about a recent contentious issue in the jazz community. Regarding the Thelonious Monk International Trombone competition, some in the jazz community had been grumbling about the fact that Andre Heyward, an already established trombonist with the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, should not have won the award, but Turre, who was a judge, simply disspelled that rumor by saying simply “the decision on Andre was unanimous. He was the only one playing his butt off.”