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Blues are everywhere, and saxophonist Noah Howard knows it. So do his bandmates on this newest escapade for his own Alt Sax label. Yet, there's more. Howard employs an old blues lyric as the basis of his title track. Sung by Eve Packer, his frequent partner in song, the piece represents the crème de la crème of modern blues interpretations. Packer and Howard play hard-driving romps for half of the disc. Hence much of their music is rooted in energy and elan. His alto sax sings in its own inimitable manner and Packer's pipes weave flirtatiously inbetween.
To that end, "Gasoline Alley Crack-Up" comes across as the standout surefire tune. The flipside of the set welcomes the piano of Bobby Few and the drums of Bobby Kapp, both frequent running mates of Howard and also improvising luminaries in their own right. Sans any sort of bass, the trio works from resplendent chords and acheives some fervently enacted three-way dialogues and semi-structured hodgepodges. Therefore at times they drift apart, only to coalesce at various points. It's sort of like capturing or perhaps fabricating more voices or tonalities out of their instruments, where they transmit divergent contrasts via a mulitfarious approach and mostly avoid pre-conceived notions by bending the rules a bit. Utimately it's a journey of discovery and expansion.
Of course, the program is far from typical easy listening type fare. Essentially, the entire production demands the listeners' attention and imaginative powers. Shiny laurels and his own share of kudos are owed Howard for this endearing affair. (Feverishly and platitudinously recommended!)
I was first exposed to jazz as a middle school band student. A college ensemble passed through and put on a concert for the band students (of which I was one). The level of mastery and musicianship blew me away, intimidated, and inspired me
I was first exposed to jazz as a middle school band student. A college ensemble passed through and put on a concert for the band students (of which I was one). The level of mastery and musicianship blew me away, intimidated, and inspired me. Try as I might, I was never able to achieve a high enough level of competency to perform at the level I was first and subsequently exposed to. Regardless, I was hooked on jazz and remain so to this day.