April Jazz 2015
National Concert Hall Dublin
April 10-12, 2015
April Jazz is the latest addition to Dublin's thriving jazz/improvised music scene. The weekend festival is part of the National Concert Hall's Perspectives program, a series of monthly concerts that spans modern bluegrass and fiddle soundscapes, alt country and contemporary piano recitals. Even within the three-day April Jazz festival there was a little of something for everyone, reflecting the eclectic nature of music that falls under the unwieldy, multi-colored umbrella of jazz. Day One Reijseger/Fraanje/Sylla
"It's all coming together these days, isn't it?" remarked violoncellist Ernst Reijseger
rhetorically, prior to the opening concert, on the subject of vanishing musical borders. Certainly the trio of Reijeseger, pianist Harmen Fraanje
and vocalist percussionist Mola Sylla fuse world, classical and jazz better than most, as demonstrated on Down Deep
(Winter and Winter, 2013) and Count to Zen
(Winter and Winter, 2014), two of the most beautiful collections of tunes in recent years.
The bulk of the trio's set came from its second CD. Sylla's infectious ostinatos on thumb piano ("Perhaps") and the four- stringed salam ("Bokou") formed the rhythmic pulses, with Reijseger and Frannje weaving independent, yet interconnected lines that waxed and waned. Sylla's husky blues-inflected tenor and percussive accents seduced with a story teller's craft. On "Badola" barking punctuated his plaintive narrative, bird calls were conjured on the haunting ballad "Faleme," while shamanistic chanting colored "Headstream."
Reisjeger drew his own percussive colors from the violincello's body, wetting his finger and drawing cuica cries, or rapping the body in a cajon-like duet with Sylla. Little pegs altered the strings' tonality in one of the more abstract passages while his slap technique bristled with funk energy. Both Reisjeger and Sylla exhibited breathtaking virtuosity throughout the eighty-minute set, yet this was, above all, a most lyrical trio dialog.
The hushed, neo-classical ambiance of "Friuli," with Syllas' whispered vocals adding a ghostly vein to Reijeseger and Fraanje's close-knit lyricism closed the set. The inevitable encores served up the achingly pretty "m'br," built on a Phillip Glass-esque piano motif and swirling arco lines, followed by a danceable West African anthem. It was a suitably stirring finale to an uplifting concert where folkloric, classical, jazz and experimental elements meshed beautifully as one. Sue Rynhart Duo
On the face of it, vocalist Sue Rynhart
's music was a million miles away from Reijseger, Fraanje & Sylla's hybrid musical language. Yet, her intimate duets with double bassist Dan Bodwell
likewise drew from disparate roots of jazz, classical, Irish folk, and art-pop.
Against the starry-curtained backdrop of the main stage of the National Concert Hall, Rynhart and Bodwell interpreted faithfully, and with plenty of passion, the songs from Rynhart's striking debut CD Crossings
(Self Produced, 2014). However, it was with a new song, "Be Content" that the duo kicked off; Bodwell's grooving bass and Rynhart's uniquely dark-hued yet breezy delivery set the tone for a short, yet captivating set.
Fog-horn arco buoyed Ryhnart's lilting delivery on the sombre poetry of "Wine Dark Sea." On "Wait and See," "She Has Music" and "When You Get Home" the music veered between ethereal folk and gothic pop. Another new tune, "Foxed," ventured into the folk-rock of Sandy Denny-era Fairport Convention, though Rynhart's improvisational flair sets her apart from that tradition. Another burning Bodwell groove introduced "Somewhere to Go," a quirky Rynhart tune that quickly burrowed its way into the sub-conscious.
It's conceivable that Rynhart could add instrumentation to her musical palette but the bare bones pairing of voice and double bass suits Rynhart's poetic vignettes. Sheila Jordan
, who practically invented the voice and double bass setting, has refined the art for over fifty years; Rynhart and Bodwell could well do the same with their very personal idiom. Tomasz Stanko Quartet
Any Tomasz Stanko
concert is something of a special occasion. The seventy-two-year-old Polish trumpeter is often referred to as a doyen of European jazz, or some such term, but such geographical definitions ignore his importance on the world
stage for over five decades. It was also a rare chance to see Stanko's much vaunted early/mid 2000s quartet, restricted to just occasional performances since the trumpeter formed his New York Quartet at the end of the last decade.