There are ordinary men and there are giants. And then there's the Saxophone Colossus. The concert halls of San Francisco were ringing with that declaration in April, as the SF Jazz Organization devoted a week of its spring season to the greatest living saxophone master. Concluding the honors on back-to-back nights were a visit from the man himself and a four-way jam session celebrating his songbook. Rollins' fans are legion, and they jammed Masonic Auditorium from floor to rafters to see their hero on April 13. As Rollins walked on stage in hipster sunglasses and a bright red coat, the entire assembly leapt to their feet in an instant ovation. Rollins wasted no time on introductions, kicking his sextet directly into high gear and striding all over the chords of his song selections with a powerful, rough-edged sound. But Rollins didn't seem interested in self-glorification. He gave the spotlight readily to his sidemen, especially nephew Clifton Anderson, who turned in three jaw-dropping trombone solos during the evening. Anderson's high-octane, complex melodicism energized the band and gave visible pleasure to Rollins.
The sextet played nine tunes in a single long set that covered all stages of Rollins' career. One of the best was "Global Warming," a 20-minute Afro-Caribbean groove that saw pianist Stephen Scott double on kalimba and percussionist Kimati Dinizulu take off on a fabulous four-conga solo. Scott's playing here, as throughout the night, was fleet fingered and lighthearted.
It was all Rollins on "Tenor Madness," another 20-minute tour de force. Here, Sonny took a marathon solo recalling the great "cutting session" battles of yore and leaving the crowd exhausted. Rollins, however, seemed not only tireless but also ageless. At 71, he still plays with a facility and imaginative spark that few young stars can match. He was very fine on the set's three ballads, where the muscular sound of his horn made a fascinating contrast with the soulful tenderness of his lines. On up-tempo numbers, he was like a freight train, an unstoppable force. And in between, his hip-shaking solos were both bluesy and rousing, with a classic soul-tinged element balanced by forward-looking ideas. A nice example of Rollins' expressiveness came in his playing of "Island Baby," a relaxed tune that sounded like two old friends reminiscing about youthful adventures. Like few other tenor players, Sonny knows how to make someone smile.
At one point during the show, Rollins began trading fours with drummer Tommy Campbell. This somewhat clichéd tradition was turned on its ear as the two men continued their dialogue for five uninterrupted minutes. The give-and-take never seemed forced or gimmicky, and revealed a lot about the group. Unlike a lot of stars, Rollins still has a genuine working band, and this leads to a depth of interplay that makes a show in a huge concert hall feel as friendly and intimate as one in a small nightclub. At the end of a two-hour set that felt like 30 minutes, much of the audience lingered near their seats, unsure if it could really be over so soon.
The next night was every bit as exhilarating. With a full house at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, SFJAZZ brought together four more tenor stars for a two-set romp through the Sonny Rollins songbook.
Joe Lovano, David Sanchez, Lew Tabackin, and Robert Stewart made up the front line, with the Benny Green trio comprising a fabulous rhythm section.
Opening, appropriately enough, with "Tenor Madness," the full ensemble took a run together before breaking up into smaller groups for the rest of the evening. The tune was fine, taken at a crisp, high tempo, but it paled in comparison to Rollins' performance and gave little indication of the wonders to come. Only Sanchez stood out with a dense, angular solo near the end that got the crowd involved.
As the band regrouped into a series of quartets and quintets, the musicians' personalities began to mix and mingle in intriguing ways. For "Airegin," Lovano and Tabackin co-led a quintet that recalled the Prestige Records sound of the 1950's. Lovano was his usual complex self, playing a hot, squirrelly solo that integrated a range of classic playing styles. Tabackin, square-jawed and intense, squeezed fire from his horn as he writhed and stomped. Benny Green also made it known that he was a major factor, unleashing a torrential run spiked with huge block chords.
Tabackin and Stewart's take on "Doxy," a cool slide with plenty of bluesy feeling, simply kicked ass. Tabackin found a great blend of modern and soul-jazz here, at one moment sounding complicated, the next lowdown. Bassist Robert Hurst discarded the soul overtones but somehow never lost the vibe in his impressively cerebral turn.
I was first exposed to jazz circa 1973, when I met a fellow who ran Kappy's Record Store over near 10th Ave., on 42nd St. in NYC. We really clicked and when I told him I played piano and went to Music & Art HS, and had just started at City College of NY as a music major, he asked if I liked jazz...I said yes but I didn't know much about it, but that I did have sheet music for many popular 1920's through 1940's tunes by noted composers (Porter; Gershwins; Irving Berlin; Rodgers & Hammerstein/Hart; Jerome Kern; Lerner & Loewe; etc.) that my mother had sung beautifully starting in the 1940's including tons of famous show tunes, and I played many of those songs already
I was first exposed to jazz circa 1973, when I met a fellow who ran Kappy's Record Store over near 10th Ave., on 42nd St. in NYC. We really clicked and when I told him I played piano and went to Music & Art HS, and had just started at City College of NY as a music major, he asked if I liked jazz...I said yes but I didn't know much about it, but that I did have sheet music for many popular 1920's through 1940's tunes by noted composers (Porter; Gershwins; Irving Berlin; Rodgers & Hammerstein/Hart; Jerome Kern; Lerner & Loewe; etc.) that my mother had sung beautifully starting in the 1940's including tons of famous show tunes, and I played many of those songs already. SOOOO... he started me off LP's by Oscar Peterson, Art Tatum, Bud Powell, Errol Garner, Bill Evans, Monty Alexander, Charlie Byrd, and Dave Brubeck... does it get any better than that? ...No, it doesn't. I was hooked!!
I met and had a master class with the late music giant John Lewis, leader of the Modern Jazz Quartet! This was at CCNY in 1977. I was blessed! It was an incredible class... how could it have been anything else?!?!
The first jazz record I bought was...I bought numerous records from my friend at the record store, as mentioned above. He introduced me to nothing but music giants/legends! I think The Dave Brubeck Quartet, Greatest Hits, was actually the first one.
My advice to new listeners... study first--understand the rudiments--solfeggio, keys, scales, and basic chords. Read a book or take a class that includes the study of chord progressions, especially in jazz. It should ideally be a piano class so you can play multiple notes together. Have a good EAR or else it's not really worth it in my view...to become a musician, a good EAR for music is about as fundamental as breathing! Learn to read chord charts--i.e., lead sheets - wherein you play various voicings of the chords--major, minor, dominant 7th (alterations of these, you can learn over time - the basic chords are most important for starters), plus the melody, on the piano or keyboard. If you have to read the exact notes, then it's not the same as actually internalizing it & getting it all into your head. If you can do this, I think you're ready not only for listening to jazz, but understanding many concepts of it! Of course...anyone can listen to jazz... but I think it's so good to also have a grasp of it.