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Jazz Middelheim: Antwerp, Belgium, August 16-19, 2012

By Published: September 7, 2012
Revolving around a compulsively repeated tune-spine figure from pianist/composer Peter Edwards, the song saw McFarlane construct a desolate scenario that ended up with some kind of triumph. She also dropped in a rearranged Harry Whittaker tune, transforming and re-titling the pianist's work. Towards the set's conclusion, McFarlane delivered a radically jazzed-down interpretation of "Police And Thieves," the old Junior Murvin reggae song from 1976. Tenor saxophonist Binker Golding played a crucial part in the set's intensification, repeatedly shaping a white hot core within each tune. He's an as-yet unsung hero of the horn, but we'll be eagerly on the lookout for his presence in the near future. Golding's toughness had an abrasive pushiness, every solo crackling with energy, often streaked with the blues. At the beginning of McFarlane's set, there was nothing massively remarkable happening, as she opened with a conventional jazz mellowness—yet another young singer continuing the line of mainstream standard song. But then she gradually began to reveal more substance, not least with the spellbinding "More Than Mine." McFarlane might need to learn some more advanced verbal stagecraft techniques, but as a singer she's already developed her first wave of strength.

Singer/pianist Paolo Conte
Paolo Conte
Paolo Conte
b.1937
composer/conductor
looked like an old bloke who's just got up to sing a song in his local bar. Except that, despite his rumple-jacketed, military-trousered and pot-bellied bearing, this Italian maverick happened to have a slickly suited band, arranged across the stage behind him. They were in the style of a 1920s dance band, quirkily arranged across the boards. There was a huge obsidian block to stage left, which turned out to be some kind of upright piano, either authentic or electric, it was hard to decide. To the rear sat three acoustic guitarists (subtly strummed electric axes were occasionally allowed). To their side was a horn section, and there was a drummer high on a podium to stage right. Not the normal setup. Conte frequently encouraged his soloists to stand out at a frontal microphone, although such soloing was also allowed from their accustomed stage positions. The parade moved from trumpet to violin, and a sequence of saxophones, and then Conte whipped out his kazoo on one song, actually singing all of its verses through this buzzing tube.

For his first number, Conte stood at the front of the stage, but then he sat at the piano to deliver most of the set, occasionally straying over to the marimba. He looked completely at home in his barroom away from home. With his wonderfully rich, deeply grainy, crumpled velvet, nicotine-encrusted voice (even if he's a non-smoker), he could be viewed as belonging to the line of singers that include Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
b.1949
vocalist
and Nick Cave, except that Conte, at 75, was much older and more ingrained in his career than both of those arch individualists. The same goes for any comparison with the avant tango growler Melingo, who's also much younger, but maybe a name-check of the adopted Argentinian tango pioneer Carlos Gardel will stick. Not that Conte's songs were essentially tango, but that spirit was as strong as any core Italian sensibility. His landscape was almost pan-European in scope, scooping up traits from the romantic southern Mediterranean lands, as well as the far shores of South America in general.

Ultimately, his compositions were without a defined home. Conte created works that were born in their own land. The songs invoked old-time sepia jazz, and even the occasional country-style ramble, the latter arriving at the climax, with drummer Daniele Di Gregorio maintaining an almost rockabilly crash, seemingly forever. This led to a pair of show-stopping klezmer-style solos from violin and clarinet. At over 90 minutes, this was one of the festival's longest sets, but Conte kept it careening madly for the entire duration, the consummate host of intimately personal expressivity.


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