Following two semi-pastoral Tony Tixier originals, "I Remember The Time Of Plenty" and "Denial Of Love," the listener is treated to a commendably loose interpretation of Louis Armstrong's timeless "Tight Like This," which apparently Tixier's grandmother enjoyed singing. Whilst it retains some of the hooks of the 1920's tune, it is transformed into something completely different. The album follows a similar pattern to the above tracks, variously populated by dulcet or forceful numbers. "Illusion" manages to combine both of these elements, undoubtedly benefitting from Tommy Crane's crisp percussion.
But there are also more muscular tunes which include "Blind Jealousy Of A Paranoid" and the equally vibrant "Home At Last" with a robust pizzicato bass solo from Karl McComas-Reichl. Of the remaining non-originals, Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely" is given an unquestionably elegant treatment and Jimmy Van Heusen's sublime "Darn That Dream" is the epitome of restrained subtlety.
Tixier, whose formal classical piano lessons commenced at the age of six, hails from Montreuil, a suburb of Paris, France. He moved to New York City in 2012 and subsequently settled in Los Angeles. This is Tixier's fifth album as leader and it's a good one. Whilst clearly influenced by Keith Jarrett and Herbie Hancock Tixier evinces his own musical vocabulary and florid style and in conjunction with his talented sidemen has produced a really irresistible set.
Track Listing: I Remember The Time Of Plenty; Denial Of Love; Tight Like This; Illusion; Home At
Last; Calling Into Question; Darn That Dream; Blind Jealousy Of A Paranoid; Isn't
She Lovely; Causeless Cowards; Flow.
Personnel: Tony Tixier: piano; Karl McComas-Reichl: bass; Tommy Crane: drums.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried