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Pat Metheny Trio Symphony Center, Chicago September 30, 2005 The Chicago Symphony Center's 2005/2006 Jazz at Symphony Center season came to an auspicious beginning as perhaps the biggest name in jazz music, guitarist Pat Metheny, brought the newest version of his trio to the ornate, acoustically impeccable Center. Metheny's last album, the Pat Metheny Group's wonderful The Way Up, was his best Metheny Group recording in some time, but the band's tour seemed to play every city on the earth in a concert milieu that, in its pyrotechnical heft and grandeur, left little to chance. It was also pretty great, but it might have left Metheny craving something a little more scaled-down. Metheny's trios have always provided a less bombastic, more spacious avenue for his playing, with more of a jazz-centred approach than the grand-gesture, rock-inflected Metheny Group. This version of his trio consists of Metheny, bassist Christian McBride and drummer Antonio Sánchez (who, as a member of the Metheny Group, has now played with the leader for many, many gigs). Their Symphony Center concert was deeply satisfying musically; it was also quintessentially Metheny in its crowd-pleasing blend of older favorites, fine new compositions, lots of guitar playing, anddespite the relative modesty of the trio formata certain sprinkling of rock-concert Sturm und Drang. Metheny started the performance solo on his acoustic Manzer baritone, playing a ruminative, dark-hued improvisation that slowly transformed itself into the more open-hearted, bucolic terrain of his classic "Last Train Home (the rapt Metheny fans cheering as they recognized the song). He followed up on the same instrument with a shimmering "One for the Boys, with its alternating hard-strummed chords and crisp arpeggiosthe chordal progression somehow utterly Methenyesque in its impression of optimistic yearning. His final solo tune was an improvisation on his 42-string acoustic Pikasso, notable for its probing bass line that sighed under the harp-like higher-register glissandos. Parts of this piece seemed to touch upon some of the melodic territory of Metheny's 1981 suite with Lyle Mays, As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Fallssort of a miniature Wichita.
McBride and Sánchez then took the stage, Metheny donned his trademark Ibanez PM-100 electric, and the group took off with a supple, Sánchez-propelled "So May It Secretly Begin. Sánchez and Metheny have played together now for years, and they have a remarkablly honed, empathetic rapport. The drummer's got a flawless, crisp technique, and seated as I was above the stage, I could appreciate just how deft that technique is as his hands sailed around his kit, his gaze seldom straying from Metheny. It's remarkable to watch Metheny as he stands grimacing ecstatically, bobbing his head as he rips out endlessly engaging, imaginative lineswith his curly mop of hair, trademark striped pullover, faded jeans and sneakers, he hasn't changed his look one iota in twenty-five years. And if he's a visual anachronism, he couldn't care less; he's one of the most popular, employed musicians on earth, and the pleasure he takes in playing is utterly palpable.
Good though "So It May Secretly Begin was, Ornette Coleman's "Police People, one of the "new songs from the near-perfect rerelease of 1985's Metheny/Coleman collaboration Song X, was even better. Metheny played its Ornette-composed theme with snapping, carnivorous vigor, and its Metheny-composed, more traditional changes were tailor-made for Sánchez's skittering, nervous drumming and McBride's rock-solid bassand, of course, for Metheny himself, whose scorching, rapid-fire runs and emotion-charged stringbends were equalled only by his remarkable guitar comping over Sánchez's drum break.
Metheny plays so much guitar that, coupled with Sánchez's occasional excesses in taste (some of his playing, especially his solo work, resembled the kind of look-what-I-can-do bombast one sees in instructional videos), could have pushed the band into empty grandiosity. But McBride always saved the day; despite his daunting technique, he's really a songs-oriented bassist. On a sweet new ballad known as yet only as "No. 72, McBride was willing mostly to play simple roots of the chordshe always seems to play what a piece needs. Yet on the same tune, he delivered an arco solo that seemed to draw out every melodic possibility latent in the song, and his bass solo over minimal Sánchez cymbal/snare support on the equally new, up-tempo, provisionally-titled "No. 13 was technically frighteningyet again characteristically melodic and singing. This solo turned into a thrilling, gleefully racing duet with Metheny that was alone worth the ticket price.
I love jazz because with it I found my true voice. I have always sung since I was a very small child in school and church. And there have been many genre that I have enjoyed including spiritual, folk, country, latin, soca and pop
I love jazz because with it I found my true voice. I have always sung since I was a very small child in school and church. And there have been many genre that I have enjoyed including spiritual, folk, country, latin, soca and pop. But nothing has touched my artistic sensiblities like JAZZ!