Three Pianists Address the Keyboard at Northampton Center for the Arts, MA
O'Farrill always established the theme of the music with his right hand while his left hand unfailingly and solidly kept the time in repeated figures so that the right could spread out within multiple accentuations and say whatever it wanted to emotionally and melodically. His timing was impeccable as he inserted a slight hiatus here and there before descending into rapidly fingered passages that elicited the idea of rippling water. The stunning codas were ripped across the keyboard with boundless energy.
Tunes that might have been pensively displayed O'Farrill tore open and ramped up, giving the heaviness of his touch permission to nail down and drive home the intentional conclusiveness of the music. The exception was an original love song dedicated to his wife, "Alisonia," in which pauses alternating with phrases of successive notes melted into various series of quiet chord progressions.
At his invitation, O'Farrill was joined by Joe Gonsalez, clave master and friend. The duet that ensued with bongos and congas joining the percussive piano lifted the dynamics of the music to a level where the audience was impelled to participate by clapping with the beat. The polyrhythms from the congas, matched with ostinatos pulsating from the piano keys, thoroughly energized the aural atmosphere. The kinetics, implied or physically felt, were unstoppable. Later in the program, Angel Gonzales and a Haitian comrade came to the performance area. The only element missing as the music from the congas, shekere and the piano rocked was a dance floor.
The last concert in the series brought Larry Willis to the forefront. Willis is steeped in the history of jazz. His appreciation of it never waned either through the words he spoke or the songs he unwound on the piano keys. In both he projected a generous and reverent mastery of the language of his musical origins.
His even-handed method was pristine. He never missed a note, building moods and retaining a connectedness from note to note and chord to chord that magnified the essence of his expressive intent. His playing focused on the center of the sound that the piano could make. He was not trying to press the instrument into service beyond its normal range. That is not to suggest his approach was complacent. Far from it, the music flowed through his fingers like silken thread from a spinning wheel.
The texture he created caressed the spirit, even when the themes of his original compositions dealt with political issues. One such piece, "Ethiopia," began with a gentle touch to a repeated chord which expanded through a crescendo, resonating from the simultaneous work of two hands to a pause introduced with a treble flourish. The rests between phrases, the chords that grew louder then softer, the timing of every gesture provided more drama than any unrestrained, stormy flurry of notes. It was clear that the bass keys became friends to the treble keys in the way Willis related them together. It was equally apparent that the accents presented with the little finger of his right hand were a means to pose the questions that only the responsive resonance from the other nine could answer. The adamant alternation of chords and phrases as the piece ended amplified the process, lending the pianist's musical solutions persuasive significance.
Willis's talent supplied a complete package for the listenernothing was left out yet nothing was overdone. He did not need to explode off his seat, create complicated figures, entangle his fingers or assault sensibilities with volume. Everything was simply scaled and in place. Regardless of what familiar or original tunes he applied his conceptions to, his ability to accommodate the demands unique to each piece, improvising confidently and radiantly on each, was without question his expression of a love of sharing the music.
There are probably more fine pianists in the world than there are fine pianos to play. The challenge is to attract audiences to hear these pianists exercise their capacity for expression. In the words of Rob Schwimmer, "let's hope there is room for us all."