| Day 2
2012 NYC Winter Jazzfest, Day 1
New York, NY
January 6, 2012
No one could argue that jazz didn't have a tumultuous 2011. For the better, bassist/vocalist Esperanza Spalding
for Best New Artist marked the first time a jazz musician was awarded that honor, and veteran tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins
was honored for his lifelong (and continuing) achievement at the Kennedy Center. For the worse, the winter was a gloomy season, having lost living, active legends like drummer Paul Motian
, saxophonist Sam Rivers
and trombonist/arranger Bob Brookmeyer
. On a more interesting note, jazz may have even begun undergoing a socio-political reclamation as trumpeter Nicholas Payton
and others have challenged the word "jazz" itself and are seeking to bring the African-American context of the music to prominence (We may yet see the emergence of Winter BAMfest, depending on the path of the conversation).
But after the cadre of young musicians step up to fill the gaps of the elders and aim to pick themselves up off the laurels of a few mainstream accolades, it will become clear again that jazz (or BAM or Stretch or improvised music or creative music...) will march headstrong into 2012, and there's no better way to get things started than with BOOM Collective and Search and Restore's Winter Jazzfest. Set up as usual with five venues, over 30 artists per night, no corporate sponsorships and no restraints, Winter Jazzfest fired the starting gun for the New Year with a starry arrangement of bands both new and old, from every thread of the improvising music continuum. New Mellow Edwards
Trombonist Curtis Hasselbring
's New Mellow Edwards ensemble made a quiet but strong showing as a quartet at 2010's Undead Jazz Festival. However, as a septet, Hasselbring's unpredictable and diverse writing dressed itself in a whole new cloak of possibilities. Comprised of Hasselbring, guitarist Mary Halvorson
, Claudia Quintet-ers Chris Speed
(tenor sax/clarinet) and Matt Moran
(vibraphone), bassist Trevor Dunn
and the twin-drum-set configuration of Ches Smith
and Satoshi Takeishi
, Hasselbring's set at Le Poisson Rouge used a pastiche of musical tributes to create fictional, decoded narratives about real-life shortwave radio stations, deduced by Hasselbring to be espionage transmissions (a commissioned work entitled "Number Stations")
The most important quality to be found in Hasselbring's music was the use of coloration. Smith and Takeishi were the first of two twin-drummer bands playing at the festival, but the seemingly unusual combination makes sense, considering how far along drummers have come in the jazz world. One drummer was allowed to create underlying pulse while the other peppered the sound with his own sense of color. On one song, Halvorson's spiky bundles of lines matched Dunn's scratchy bridge textures and on another, contrasted with Moran's ethereal bursts of sound. Moran's bowed vibes airlifted Speed's reedy tenor sound, which later meshed with Hasselbring's warm trombone tone.
Hasselbring's writing for "Number Stations" approached levels of both supreme quirk and optimistic sweetness. Pieces like "Create Anchor Babies" spun thick harmonies in continuous rondo form into a samba beat, repeating melodies and trading solos in a delightfully claustrophobic expression of the Jobim spirit. Some tunes sounded like grunge hits chopped up into rhythmic pieces, others sounded like honest cowboy ballads. Stories were woven into the fabrics of songs by way of Chris Speed's unique internalization of bebop vocabulary and Dunn's compositionally sound bass soloing. Everything was both melded and easily parsed, which is, to many fans, the spirit of jazz in the first place. John Medeski Solo
A solo piano set is never an easy way to keep an audience's attention and showcase musical prowess, especially not when an artist like John Medeski is chiefly known for being a keyboardist/organist with the consistently popular Medeski Martin & Wood
. However, his showcase at Le Poisson Rouge was remarkable in its vast departure from the groovy intelligence of MMW and into the realm of something more serious. Medeski's set wove in and out of lush jazz chords and soulful hymns, ever-presently permeated with splashes of spiky dissonances.
Medeski clearly had a strong fascination with the pure sounds
a piano could make. After Monk/Tatum style runs of note clusters, he would create moving volleys between thumping tones with his left hand and cold, water droplets with his right. He lured his audience into repetitive structures of sound that shifted ever so slightly, even in the most extreme registers of the piano. Left-hand ideas would submit to right-hand ideas and then rebel against them later. In the muddy depths of the instrument, Medeski accustomed his listeners to the extremity and let the echoed overtones of sound ring out. His subversions of sweeter pop melodies were often abrupt but not childish, only really tugging the rug from beneath the crowd, not pulling it out from under them.
What nobody could have expected, however, was his abandonment of the piano altogether in favor of a long, wooden flute. Medeski procured the long, indigenous-style flute from the side of the stage and began to whistle out joyous fife dances, sliding his finger across the length of it to adjust what was, upon later musing, one pitch with several other overtones attached. Then Medeski returned to the piano, but not without leaving the audience pleasantly reminded that having the word "solo" attached does not mean what might be assumed. Robbins/Jermyn/Noriega/Smith/Hollenbeck
Festivals like these are as much living workshops as they are showcases. The band, comprised of alto saxophonists Pete Robbins
and Oscar Noriega
, bassist Simon Jermyn
and drummers Ches Smith
and John Hollenbeck
, may have a name later, but at Winter Jazzfest it was an exploration of the possibilities of a two-alto/two-drummer/one-bass group. The quintet functioned as jazz for the Aphex Twin set: a jungle-grooved, dub-bass heavy soundscape punctuated by ferocity, operating in both live and looped time.
The set could have felt complete with just Smith and Hollenbeck collaborating. Armed with bells, wood blocks and a whole array of other percussion pieces, the two composerly drummers contributing constant, Latin-inspired rumbles along with crashing and thumping one-drop reggae, gracefully sewed together by Jermyn. The rest of the band got in on the rhythm action as well, Jermyn echoing glitchy electronics and the horns hammering their alto keys to make long, stunted ribbons of sound. Robbins and Noriega fit in best with funky drum-and-bass numbers, Robbins often jabbing with Maceo Parker
style jabs while Noriega churned out long lines and piercing wails. The two altos played mostly oblique melodies, linking up gently and briefly between their moments of autonomy. The horns would continuously tense up to a fever pitch, either by the sheer power of dissonance or by their looping cells of rhythm, heightening it all up to a satisfying release. Though there are still some kinks to be worked out (Schatz announced that they had played "one-half of a time" before this), the band's control of both sound and concept was promising. Michael Blake's Hellbent
Last year, the Asphalt Orchestra
accosted stages and marched its party music through the streets. This year, it was saxophonist Michael Blake's turn to bring the street band aesthetic. Hellbent was crafted in the New Orleans style, not just in the stepping rhythms of Marcus Rojas
's tuba but also in the powder-keg funk of drummer Calvin Weston
and the rollicking brass expressions of trumpeter Steven Bernstein
Hellbent didn't just pursue the funeral band sound, either. Blake and Bernstein occasionally got entangled in free jazz bouts a la Don Cherry
. Violinist Charlie Burnham
contributed an electrified, Jimi Hendrix
-brand yowl, complete with the chugging of a wah-wah pedal. Weston's pyrotechnics indicated a modern gospel influence and Rojas's "tuba scratching" had a glimmer of hip-hop turntablism. The band mostly used Blake's melodies as a template for group improvisation, so when it wasn't in NOLA (New Orleans, Louisiana) mode, it had the freedom to shift into different styles seamlessly.
Hellbent's cast was composed of familiar names that are still criminally underrated musicians. Rojas needs to be given superb credit for successfully doing what most upright bass players (let alone bass-function tuba players) strive for: possessing a deep pocket while playing bass lines and
a strong soloing ability. With bassist Ben Allison
, Blake is known for his melodicism, but he also needs to be given credit for his aggressive and lightning-fast approach in avant-garde contexts. Bernstein's slide trumpet sounded impassioned and shimmering and Burnham's double-stops wowed the crowd. Marco Benevento Solo
If Medeski's solo piano set was aiming to search, Marco Benevento was aiming to give Sullivan Hall everything he had. Benevento was armed with a bevy of electronics and equipment to spontaneously compose washes of looped sound and effortless melodies. Most of his music was steeped in the electro-acoustic indie rock style typified by artists like Sufjan Stevens and St. Vincent, characterized by a head-nodding sense of rhythm and plenty of wistfulness in the melodies. Occupied with one "acoustic hand" on the piano and an "electric hand" on his machinery, most of his melodies were deft and clever, erring on pentatonic and arpeggiated themes.
Benevento's construction was satisfying in its diversity and graduated nature. Everything moved slowly and effectively, each part getting ample time to breathe. Upper register cascades were bathed in static and coupled with warbling synthesizers. Benevento's ultra-cool "Greenpoint" followed the dub tradition carefully, with each section able to drop in and out at any point with just a little bit of soul for good measure. At a certain point, the electronic phaser, the glitchy drum machine and the adjusted timbre of the piano melded together to obscure where one began and one ended, creating a singular sound that would be difficult to ever replicate. Gilad Hekselman Quartet
The young Israeli guitarist has forged a name for himself amongst strong competitors on his instrument, including but not limited to guitarists like Julian Lage
, Lage Lund
and Jonathan Kreisberg
. Hekselman shines through his peers with an almost playful folksiness combined with his extremely swift jazz concepts. His first piece bounced around a snaky melody in ¾ time like a carousel. Heksleman likes chicken-picked gypsy guitar stylings as much as he likes advanced chords and blazing melodies. His band of more-than-just-seasoned young jazz musicianssaxophonist Mark Turner
, bassist Joe Martin
and drummer Marcus Gilmore
was able to lend its unique support to each of his ideas.
Hekselman had a unique way of tempering his lines. He would shift weight to distinct notes and let others skitter and fall away like pencil shavings, making the aural image of connect-the-dots. He shifted the architecture of his lines in a downward motion in unexpected places and managed to be motivic without being predictable. Turner had a similar approach, as is typical for the linear-minded tenor man (though at a level that is not at all typical for most saxophonists his age). Turner's fondness for Warne Marsh
always manages to come into play at some point and he even hinted at shades of Trane-style changes in a completely unexpected location in Hekselman's "The Bucket Kicker" The lightweight disposition of Hekselman's compositions allowed the tenor/guitar sound to soar while Martin's muscular and sustained bass tone matched up with Gilmore's muted colors and stuttering rim clacks. Rudresh Mahanthappa
In the same way Hekselman has formidable peers of his ilk, it's perhaps even more pronounced for Mahanthappa. But in the age of mathematically precise alto saxophonists like Steve Lehman
and Loren Stillman
, Mahanthappa exhibited an intense and pan-cultural sound that grabbed the audience by their ears and shook their heads around. Better still, what Mahanthappa's playing did for the brain, the rest of his band did for the body. His quartet configuration, consisting of bassist Richard Rabbit Brown
, guitarist Rez Abbasi
and drummer Rudy Royston
, presented groove in some of the most visceral and mind-boggling ways imaginable.
Mahanthappa's soloing was unbelievably efficient. Despite being extremely loquacious in his ideas, not a single note was superfluous. Whereas the other three members bent the time feel with polyrhythms or long phrases, Mahanthappa's playing sat directly on top of the time and didn't waver for a second. His sound had a gravelly crackle to it, which helped his linearity avoid sounding overly indulgent. His study of Carnatic music had made its mark on the inflections of tunes like "Killer" and "Playing with Stones," Mahanthappa and Abassi ornamenting melodies with carefully executed turns.
Mahanthappa's selections for that evening in particular were molded from a certain die-cast groove music. "Enhanced Performance" was a slightly irregular climbing funk tune, with Royston serving up a heavy but excited interpretation of the music. "Breakfastlunchanddinner" had Mahanthappa trading minor licks in shifting meters back and forth over the pulsating Indo groove beneath them. Situated somewhere between the JB's and saxophonist Steve Coleman
, Mahanthappa's music allowed his musicians to flip the time around and get as histrionic as possibleAbassi indulging in searing guitar solar flares and Brown letting loose with some sophisticated soul intros. In a creative atmosphere of experimentation with varying degree of success, the music came out fully formed and fully armed. Jerseyband
There isn't much you can do to mentally prepare for Jerseyband, other than to know that it's the foremost practitioners of metal jazz currently working today. Irreverent, intense, theatric, complex, hysterically funny...Jerseyband exhibits a space in time where all the death metal fantasies of young suburbanites are blended illogically with a gifted group of classically trained musicians. What's even more remarkable is that for all the groove-based bands involved in Winter Jazzfest, Jerseyband somehow managed to be one of the heaviest and
funkiest bands playing the first night.
The genre name Jerseyland uses to describe itself"lungcore"is actually apt on several levels. Its powerful, riff-based strength was dependent on the depth of the musicians' collective sound, not just its initial volume. Alex Hamlin's baritone sax lines charged with the power of a particle collider, booming both beneath and in counterpoint from fast, even Balkan-sounding horn riffs. Hamlin was often the "guitar 1" to the potent "guitar 2" of tenor saxophonists Ed Rosenberg and Matt Blanchard, whose twin-attack packed the punch of more than 10 shredders. The last horn component rounded out with a refreshing bit of finesse through trumpeter Brent Madsen
, who, when not reaching down into his diaphragm to utter dark, severe metal groans, possessed a symphony-level trumpet sound that had no scratches and no ambiguity. The biggest, most triumphant moments came when all were playing in unison; in one instance, they took advantage of the slight reverb they had on their clip-on mics to create a call-and-response with themselves. Sometimes, the band eschewed satanic licks in favor of quiet melodies appropriate for chamber ensembles.
Jerseyband's writing shares metal's enthusiasm for metric complexity with a demonic, put-down-those-middle-two-fingers-and-throw-up-the-horns style of riffs. However, Jerseyband revels in harmonic complexity as well. "The Glad Hand" propelled super-dissonant riffs with crunching tenor saxophones vibrating like alien phasers. The band had an innate knack for jamming extremely fast runs in the middle of crunching riffs, often in completely uncountable meters. With everybody working to create the rhythm, bassist Mike Chiavaro and drummer Ted Poor
only really had to add to the bone-crushing riffage and keep a deep pocket at all times. In tandem with every contemporary improvising ensemble trying to mimic electronic processes, Jerseyband succeeded in creating supercharged head-bangers with Selmers instead of Gibsons.