Chris Keller has a message to deliver but doesn’t let it get in the way of the music on this light–hearted quartet session that glides smoothly along without causing a fuss or ruffling any feathers. That’s not to say it is without interest; Keller is an accomplished player, as are the others in her group — but for the most part they are more efficient than inspired. As the description applies as well to most others playing today, one shouldn’t read into it more than is intended. Keller plays nice straight–ahead piano and receives sturdy support from bassist Donnie West and drummer Ricky Loza. Alto Steve Swan is her sidekick on six numbers, tenor Whit Williams on six others, and both are present and accounted for on Cole Porter’s “What Is This Thing Called Love?” I don’t know who Swan’s role models are but two of them had to be Bud Shank and Art Pepper, while Whitman is from the Hank Mobley / Lucky Thompson school of hard bop. Swan has more room to stretch, as Whitman backs Keller on the album’s half–dozen vocal tracks and solos only briefly on most of them. Keller’s mid–range voice is clear but not as reliable as one would wish. In other words, she’s not always precisely on–key, a flaw that is magnified by her decision to sing mostly ballads (“The Shadow of Your Smile,” “Here’s to Life,” “Nature Boy” and so on). She also sings Miles Davis’ “Four,” whose lyric (our opinion, of course) isn’t nearly as charming as its melody. Keller’s message, alluded to above, is one of love and unity, admirable sentiments the result of whose consummation on this earth is splendidly articulated in the closing number, “What a Wonderful World.” The world, as we well know, isn’t always such a wonderful place, but music makes it more bearable, and one may reasonably argue that Keller and her associates are doing what they can to advance the cause of brotherhood and understanding among the peoples of the world. Needless to say, the more who are enlisted under that banner the better off everyone will be.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.