On At Sea, Ingrid Jensen continues to cement her reputation as one of the finest players on the trumpet and flugelhorn. She carries a firm grip on the dynamics into the lair of invention to mine some resplendent nuggets, adding mood and atmosphere to make the music throb with vitality and spirit. Jensen draws from a wide palette here. The arc of the music moves from deep, taut ballads to bright, sunny tunes that sparkle. The final layer of beckoning comes from the communication among the musicians.
Jensen bares the soul of "There is No Greater Love with emotionally gripping playing, getting into the pith of the melody and opening it with riveting heartfelt passion. She wastes not a moment, wanders for not a note. Pianist Geoffrey Keezer, who understands where the core of a tune resides, complements Jensen with his understated but lyrical playing, giving the structure a becoming adjunct.
As Jensen sails across the head of "Everything I Love, there is no indication of what is to come, jumping up from the rich lore of the Afro-Pruvian landó. Jensen invests a sensual line that slithers enticingly. Hugo Alcázar enriches the body with an array of rhythm instruments that bring in the shimmy and the shake. And as the song moves on, Jensen bites in, her tone getting more pronounced, churning and then calming the storm with a temperate modulation. Serenity wafts across "At Sea, but even in the calm come storms. Jensen shifts whorls and roiling notes in midstream, before completing the circle with a virtuosic grace.
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St
I was first exposed to jazz by my father, who was a rabid fan when he was younger, in the early to mid 1950's. We lived in NYC and he was a regular at places like the Village Vanguard and Birdland. One of his favorite stories involved meeting Charlie Parker and Miles on 52nd St. Needless to say, Jazz and Blues were always on the stereo in our home. I was steeped in these exciting sounds, and they make up some of my earliest memories.