Berkshire Jazz Festival: First-time Jazz Fest is a Big-time Hit
Produced by the Jazz Forum Arts organization in downstate New York, the event was an artistic success. It was an esthetic success also, located at Butternut Ski Basin a beautiful setting of forest-laden hills, the stage nestled at the base of the ski center. It even included two stages, the outdoor main venue where people gathered picnic-style, and an indoor stage set in a ski lodge that gave it more of a nightclub air.
And from those venues smoked the blazing trumpet of Roy Hargrove, the down home cool vocals of Etta Jones, the progressive and dynamic singing of Diane Reeves and Cassandra Wilson, the delightful eccentricity of David Amran, the thunderous piano of Randy Weston, and more. The music quality was consistently high.
The tone was set by Jones and her husband, saxophonist Houston Person. Obviously ailing, the frail Jones had to be assisted to a chair in front of the band after a series of tunes by her smooth-as-silk husband on sax. ("Tenderly," "Meditations," "Don't Get Around Much Anymore," among his choices.) Only a year ago, she was much more physically vibrant at an appearance in Lake George, NY. But like a true artist, and a true entertainer, when it came time to blow, she wailed.
Forget any signs of illness in her sharp tone, hip phrasing and deft workings of her songbook. She cranked out "East of the Sun," "You've changed," "Let's Beat Out Some Love," and "What a Wonderful World" with great style and humor. She's not a singer with great dexterity, but one of depth and sincerity and she was all of that. She's a treasure.
Meanwhile, up the hill in the lodge, Amran played piano and French horn with guitarist Vic Juris and others in a salute to Jack Kerouac. He called rap just an updated version of scat, and proceeded in an improvised modern rap about the Berkshires and Kerouac. That evolved into jazz scatting and a nice, swinging tune. Unlike a lot of "music" today, the words of Kerouac and the music of Bird are known around the world and will live forever, he said.
The Roy Hargrove quintet was among the highlights. The rhythm section of pian9ist Larry Willis, bassist Gerald Cannon and drummer Willie Jones II cooks, and over that Hargrove’s trumpet soars. Sax man Bruce Williams also had a taste for things hot. Hargrove, short and lean, wearing large sunglasses, took on a Milesean look, save for the dreadlocks. He stood and blew and then stepped back, digging the band but not addressing the audience until the end. The band even ended with a take off on what Miles used to call “The Theme,” which usually ended his sets back in the day. It had its own searing twist, however, though one could hear the group playing with the basic theme.
Aside from his hot, ever tasty trumpet, Hargrove’s flugelhorn was heard to good use on “You Go to My Head,” and “Nature Boy.” The band flies, with the superlative Jones driving the beat, constantly supporting and pushing; great chops and good time. Willis, as always, is steady, swinging and driving, and Cannon was rock solid and imaginative.
Hargrove was so hot that Terence Blanchard almost seemed flat in comparison; a bit too deliberate and calculated, though a good trumpet player with a strong band. Hargrove was a Ferrari going balls out; Blanchard a more calculated Cadillac ride. The band was good, but the best moments were when Cassandra Wilson appeared briefly to sing a few songs that she does on Blanchard’s Let’s Get Lost that she is featured on, as well as singers Diana Krall, Diane Reeves and Jane Monheit. Wilson, displaying her ability to reach low tones few women can get to, as well as a distinct sense of harmonic and rhythmic invention that she has stamped as her own, did her songs from that CD – a playful version of “I Can’t give You Anything But Love,” and “On the Sunny Side of the Street,” which was smoky, sultry and, resourceful.
Reeves (also on the Blanchard CD, but her set was unrelated), was also very inspired. Her voice is an outstanding instrument and she used scatting, plus a great sense of swing, singing behind the beat, and all around it, in a very strong set. Some songs were not in the jazz repertoire (“music without boundaries,” she said), but the improvisation changed them entirely. Cat Stevens’ “Morning Has Broken,” was utterly transformed into an exotic and imaginative romp; “Afro Blue” displayed the range of her vocal instrument; “Lullaby of Birdland” was a tribute to Sarah. “Embraceable You” was a sensuous ballad, showing her soft side, her voice resonant and true. “Nine,” which she wrote about being 9 years old, was a fun romp, rhythmically aggressive, but with a tender and nostalgic lyric that was soft and humorous.
Randy Weston’s group played his typical African-influenced music, the large man displaying a heavy, percussive touch, filled with invention and passion. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band showed that Dixieland can be cool and bluesy when done at its finest.
The Paul Winter Consort played without Winter, delayed by a cancelled flight and road traffic. But he showed up and pleased the crowd with his World Music style (which he’s been playing long before they called it that). The band, particularly Bill Mays on piano, was very sympathetic in support.
Of the lesser known musicians featured, the Richie Hart trio was super. Guitarist Hart is a mainstreamer with plenty of chops and fire. He was supported by veterans Rick Petrone on bass and Joe Corsello on drums; they were both excellent in their in-the-pocket support, as well as wonderful in their solos.
Mark Morganelli, Jazz Forum Arts director and a fine trumpeter, said the group signed a 3-year pact with the ski center for the festival. This well-run, relaxed event, with its excellent lineup, could become a mainstay for fest goers. Let’s hope its better advertised next time. While the crowd was not small, the quality of the event should have attracted more. Many people commented that they found out about the event almost by happenstance. It was a quality event and it should one day be an automatic must-go event for the region.
Bravo, Jazz Forum Arts. Encore.