Those that believe that fusion is a dead musical form needed to be at Metropolitan Café Jul. 11th. That is if they could find space in the remarkably packed restaurant/bar, filled to capacity to see Terry Silverlight's band. The drummer got his start in the early '70s playing on the recordings of his brother, drummer-turned-keyboardist Barry Miles (famous for using both Pat Martino and John Abercrombie on an album). Miles was also on the gig as was Will Lee, producer and bassist, who got his start, at the same time as Silverlight, with the Brecker Brothers' Dreams outfit. The connection to the Breckers is an apt one since Silverlight's group shared not only a sibling but that certain bombastic, heavily rhythmic (no surprise for anything drummer-led) style that informed a generation of jazz listeners too young to see hard bop or the New Thing. That generation, most likely still actively listening to music from this period and the groups that have descended, were a rabidly enthusiastic crowd. Part of that frankly comes as a reaction to being part of a somewhat ridiculed genre but more substantially is because Silverlight and company put on an energetic and sincere show, with vamps and drum breaks aplenty and a horn section of David Mann (sax) and Tony Kadleck (trumpet) adding more Breckerian fortitude. Silverlight, a fusion drum veteran in the style of Billy Cobham, Horace Arnold or Steve Gadd, gives ample evidence for why the genre was so popular in the first place.
~ Andrey Henkin
If one were putting together a time capsule and wanted a representative for the quintessential jazz piano trio at the turn of the 21st century, Steve Kuhn's group with Ron Carter on bass and Al Foster on drums would be a good candidate. And at Birdland on Jul. 7th, the three may have had posterity in mind more than usual, since they were making a live recording for Blue Note Records. Everything was impeccably first-rate, but may have been too perfectthere was a sense of the trio playing things safe and not taking chances and not until the set-closer, a burning tear through Sonny Rollins' "Airegin", did they create a feeling of dangerous exhilaration, as if the music just might spin out of control and crash. About half the set was standards and Kuhn began things with an interesting take on "There Is No Greater Love": a classical feel, generated by half-step trills in the piano over a long pedal point in the bass, gave way to solid swing with Foster dancing nimbly atop the snare drum. The love theme continued with "Like Someone In Love", where Carter interjected colorful double-stop glissandos up and down the neck of the bass throughout his solo. Kuhn's original "Clotilde", originally a bossa nova, became a minor-key ballad in waltz time"same tune, different time signature," he told the crowd. On Steve Swallow's "Ladies In Mercedes", the trio showed how rhythmically attuned they were, echoing and anticipating each other's kicks mid-solo.
In a perfect world, there would be two columns about "Brilliant Corners", the 92nd Street Y's Jazz in July tribute to the music of Thelonious Monkone column about the majority of the Jul. 20th concert and one dedicated solely to Wynton Marsalis and Bill Charlap's astoundingly moving duet on "'Round Midnight". But then again, their riveting performance was a better answer to the question "what is jazz?" than a 1,000 words on the subject. Marsalis spoke, sighed and wailed with breathy phrases that were so evocative one could practically hear the rumble of an el train outside, while Charlap's touch was impossibly soft yet rhythmically crisp. The rest of the performers were no slouches themselves. Trumpeter Jeremy Pelt joined on several numbers, including "Four in One", where he and Marsalis treated the crowd to some old-fashioned sparring. While they began like teammates, handing off ideas as if from one trumpet bell to another, they soon became heavyweight opponents, unleashing blistering runs with horns pointed at each other. There were lots of smiles too. Steve Nelson on vibraphone was alternately deliberate and impulsive in his phrasing and delivered a blues-drenched solo on "Blue Monk". Pianist Cedar Walton provided some nicely un-Monk-like arrangements, including some heavy funk lines within "Off Minor" and a polytonal tweak to "Blue Monk". Lewis Nash (drums), Peter Washington (bass) and Jimmy Greene (tenor) formed the rest of the all-star ensemble.
Jazz and the blues--because together this musical brother and sister speak from our nation's days of the current cultural affairs and the authenticity and truth of a place where the rhythms held the pulse and the drums the heartbeat, representing every step closer the meat on the bone
Jazz and the blues--because together this musical brother and sister speak from our nation's days of the current cultural affairs and the authenticity and truth of a place where the rhythms held the pulse and the drums the heartbeat, representing every step closer the meat on the bone. Feet in the dirt, or barefoot on a stage with sequins--it's soul beats in my chest.
I was first exposed to jazz while others listened to surf music in the '50s and '60s, it was Monk, Miles, Satchmo and Ella, Rosemary Clooney and Julie London followed. Margaret Whiting, Les McCann, Willie Bobo, Andy Simpkins, Snooky Young, Bill Basie and Helen Humes. The first time I heard Topsy, Take 2, I about passed out at the age of ten.
I've hung with Les McCann who more than 30 years after our first meeting became my duet partner on my CD, Don't Go To Strangers. Karen Hernandez from the start, Jack Le Compte on drums, Lou Shoch on bass, Steve Rawlins as my arranger and pianist, Grant Geissman - guitar genius, Nolan Shaheed, Richard Simon, and more. The big boys. My Red Hot Papas. The best show I ever attended was...
I met Helen Humes first back in 1981 and helped turn one Playboy Jazz Festival night into her tribute, bring the Basie Band to stage, her joy boys. Before she took the stage for the last time to sing, If I could Be With You One Hour Tonight thousands of copies of the newspaper I wrote for carried her story. It was kismet, her being held by Joe Williams backstage. Soon in my life were the great Linda Hopkins who told me I sang the song she wrote better than her, which floored me of course, the energizing Barbara Morrison and the stellar Marilyn Maye who guided me professionally.
My advice to new listeners... let your backbone slip and feel your body stripping back the barriers that prevent us from being one with the music.
Remember none of us are strangers, we just haven't met yet.