The enthusiastic audience demanded an encore. At first Fernandez scraped and manipulated the guts of his instrument to conjure resonant thrums and ghostly overtones. Though he kept looking to signal Guy to join, the bassist was lost in a reverie of concentration with eyes tight shut. Eventually they connected and Guy built on the mood with a finely honed tonal chiaroscuro, interspersed with flurries of abrasive arco work, until imperceptibly they metamorphosed into the Catalan's tender "Joan i Joanna" to bring a wonderful night to a perfect close.
I love jazz because it's been a life's work.
I was first exposed to jazz by my father.
I met Hampton Hawes.
The best show I ever attended was Les McCann.
The first jazz record I bought was Herbie Hancock.
My advice to new listeners is to listen at a comfortable volume.