Pianist Fred Hersch Brings an Unexpected Album Back to the Vanguard
When pianist Fred Hersch got his first stand as a bandleader at the Village Vanguard – after innumerable gigs there as a sideman – he decided to record the first night. Almost twenty-two years later, he edited three sets worth of material down to a digestible eight numbers, a couple of originals mixed in with some animated standards.
How does The Fred Hersch Trio '97 @ The Village Vanguard – streaming at Spotify – compare with Hersch's more recent work? This is party music. There's less gravitas and more humor – although Hersch's wit has hardly dimmed over the years, as his recent duo album with Anat Cohen bears out. The sonics here are a little on the trebly side, although the separation between instruments is good, and the ice machine doesn't factor in.
Chronologically, this is the first live recording of Hersch leading a band, and the only one with this trio, Drew Gress on bass and Tom Rainey on drums. Hersch is bringing his current trio with bassist John Hebert and drummer Eric McPherson back to the Vanguard, which over the years has become his home away from home. The trio are there on New Year's Day through the third of january, with sets at 8:30 and 10:30; cover is now $35. Then the pianist leads a quartet with the great Miguel Zenon on alto sax through the 6th.
The group work tightly shifting syncopation, latin allusions, a little coy blues and an even more puckish doublespeed crescendo in the album's kinetic, practically ten-minute first number, Easy to Love. Gress' amiably tiptoeing solo sets up a chugging one from Rainey. Hersch's own righthand/lefthand conversation winds it up deviously.
Hersch's raindrop intro to an even more expansive My Funny Valentine is similarly choice. Rainey develops a tongue-in-cheek clave; Gress pirouettes, then dips into the shadows, a signal to Hersch to reemerge and quickly toss aside caution: a genuinely amusing valentine.
Three Little Words makes an aptly lighthearted, briskly swinging segue, followed by the dancing, Bill Evans-inspired original Evanescence, Gress leading a cleverly triangulated intro. There's a subtle fugal quality to this dynamically shifting, Brazilan-tinged song without words.
Andrew John, a Gress ballad, could be a more spacious Donald Fagen, with some richly airy Rainey cymbal work. The take of I Wish I Knew has a loose-limbed swing and glisteningly dancing lines from the bandleader, while Swamp Thang – the second Hersch tune here – opens with a deadpan strut that gets more evilly cartoonish. To close the album, they shift their way warily but energetically their way through You Don't Know What Love Is, capped off by a ridiculously funny Rainey solo.
December 30, 2018 Posted by delarue | jazz, Music, music, concert, review, Reviews | album review, drew gress, eric mcpherson, fred hersch, fred hersch 97 vanguard, fred hersch 97 vanguard review, fred hersch review, Fred Hersch Trio '97 @ The Village Vanguard, Fred Hersch Trio '97 @ The Village Vanguard review, jazzz, john hebert bass, Music, music review, tom rainey drums | Leave a comment
Full Throttle Intensity with Lionel Yu at Carnegie Hall
It's impossible to remember seeing as many kids in a Carnegie Hall audience as there were for Lionel Yu this past evening. Not just gradeschoolers, but pretty much every age group alive had come out to see the Chinese-American pianist work up a sweat with his superhuman technique, crushing volleys of chords and catchy hooks.
Yu takes the High Romantic as high as it can possibly go – and nobody knows better than Yu that the piano is a percussion instrument. If nonstop thrills are your thing, he's your man. His chops are astonishing: he lives in that magic space where his fingers hit the keys with a perfectly unwavering attack, just hard enough to unleash the loudest possible sound. Great drummers work the same way, allowing their kits to resonate rather than trying to beat the sound into them.
Yet as much as Yu is all about raw power and breathtaking speed, ultimately he's defined by passion. It felt viscerally redemptive to watch this conservatory-trained composer attack the keys with blitz after blitz of icepick staccato phrases, often riding the pedal, an effect that would make a lot of piano teachers cringe. In an era where conservatories have been Sovietized to churn out an assembly line of cookie-cutter players, a rugged individualist like Yu stands out even more. That's probably why all the kids came out to see him: his music is the furthest thing from safe or tame.
Although online pageview counts can never be trusted, his youtube channel boasts over 19 million hits. Whether or not that's completely accurate, he's popular enough to pack Carnegie Hall. His compositional style is deceptively simple: high-voltage variations on strikingly direct, translucent themes which often look straight back to the baroque. There's also a very strong, and catchy Chinese folk influence in his writing, and whenever a simple progression threatens to slide off the table into video game drama or pageantry, he steers clear of cliche, shifting to a slashing chromatic phrase or an accidental.
He began the night with the epic Rolling Thunder, a red herring in the sense that it was the night's most dynamically shifting number: this evening was all about hard and fast. Never Surrender, with its lightning cascades, dates from ten years ago when Yu was out of work and depressed and trying to write himself out of that downward spiral, he explained to the crowd. Apparently, the attempt was a success.
Gallop, with its Rachmaninovian chromatics, Arabic and flamenco licks, came across as an escape narrative. Yu's biggest youtube hit, Fires of a Revolution, was also the most challenging piece of the night, ablaze with punishing, machinegunning staccato octaves, a whirlwind descent or three and like many of the other pieces on the bill, a lefthand that was every bit as daunting and exhilarating as the firestorm further up the keys.
The most amusing piece on the bill was Pachelbel's Nightmare, a scenario where Yu envisioned the composer being taken over in his sleep by a "shadow" figure, the famous Canon turned from major to minor and given a deliciously severe thrashing before something approximating calm finally returns.
Yu has his limitations: like Art Tatum (or Motorhead), ballads are not his forte (they're not forte enough – sorry). Yu could have given guest violinist Christina Bouey – no stranger to passion and sizzling technique herself – a chart that was every bit as much of a workout. Instead, she was limited to assertive, sometimes insistent phrases that any third-year student could have played, if with less dynamic subtlety. Yu can play quietly and lustrously if he wants, but those moments were gone in a flash as his jackhammer lefthand kicked in. And until he worked his way up to full blast, those quieter interludes felt muzzled.
But for sheer adrenaline, Yu is unsurpassed. Very, very few pianists have the physical prowess to be so forceful and graceful at the same time. Kathleen Supove is a rare example of one who does; Tatum was the same way. Judging from the size and diversity of the crowd, Yu's time has come. At a point in history where the average age of audiences at the big Manhattan concert halls is 65, we need performers like this guy more than ever.
December 27, 2018 Posted by delarue | classical music, concert, Live Events, Music, music, concert, New York City, review, Reviews | christina bouey, classical music, concert, concert review, lionel yu, lionel yu carnegie hall, lionel yu carnegie hall review, lionel yu review, Music, music review, pachelbel | Leave a comment
A Musical Tribute to America's Best-Loved Supreme Court Justice
Ruth Bader Ginsburg, a.k.a. The Notorious RBG is not the first woman to serve on the US Supreme Court, but her contributions to American jurisprudence arguably surpass those of any other female member and most of its men as well. With that in mind, let's wish an equally long and influential career to Sonia Sotomayor – she and Ginsburg are needed there more than ever. Beyond RBG's acerbity and ever-increasing value as a rare voice of reason, she's beloved for her sense of humor. And like many jurists, she's not averse to the spotlight, whether on or off the bench. For example, she's performed in an opera, which makes more sense considering that her daughter-in-law is soprano Patrice Michaels.
While best known as an opera singer, Michaels is also a composer. Her suite The Long View: A Portrait of Ruth Bader Ginsburg in Nine Songs is the centerpiece of the album Notorious RBG in Song, streaming at Spotify. Backed by eclectic pianist Kuang-Hao Huang, Michaels traces the career of her mother-in-law through music as diverse as the cases RBG has had to hear. All the songs here are distinctly 21st century: the cellular phrasing of Philip Glass seem an obvious influence, along with jazz and the early, quasi-neoromantic Schoenberg. Michaels' tendency here to shift between a bel canto delivery and sprechstimme also brings to mind Schoenberg's art-songs as well as the operas of Missy Mazzoli.
Michaels' song cycle begins with the brief, incisively insistent foreshadowing of Foresight, based on a 1943 letter from Justice William O. Douglas contemplating when the time might come to allow women to serve as clerks on the court – talk about low aspirations! Celia: An Imagined Letter from 1949, an uneasily circling, spacious ballad, offers insight into how Ginsburg's mom encouraged her aspirations while holding fast to tradition.
RBG's father-in-law, Morris Ginsburg, gets a shout in Advice from Morris, balancing the neoromantic with hints of boogie-woogie. Michaels gives voice to RGB's late husband, Martin D. Ginsburg in the wry lawyers-in-love anecdote On Working Together. Anita's Story, an 80th birthday present for RBG is a much funnier narrative, colorfully illustrating a political awakening the jurist jumpstarted in one of her clerks.
The brief, Debussy-esque New York, 1961 offers insight into her daughter's early years as a latchkey kid. The Elevator Thief is a more lighthearted, vividly imagistic picture of innocuous mischief from an era when kids had to come up with ways to entertain themselves instead of relying on their phones.
Dissenter of de Universe: Five Opinions and a Comment is a pastiche of quotable RGB statements on affirmative action, women's and voting rights (the infamous Shelby v. Holder case), and a mouthful for Michaels to sing, but she's game all the way through. In the suite's scampering coda The Long View, Questions Answered, Michaels channels RBG's tirelessness (more or less, anyway), irrepressible wit and gravitas: it's the album's most dramatic moment.
The album contains four more songs. Lori Laitman's miniature Wider than the Sky is a gently pastoral setting of an Emily Dickinson poem. Vivian Fung's Pot Roast à La RBG captures a sardonic, unexpectedly acidic kitchen scenario. Stacy Garrop's poignant aria My Dearest Ruth employs one of RBG's husband's final love letters. The final track is Derrick Wang's You Are Searching in Vain for a Bright-Line Solution, from his comic opera Scalia/Ginsburg. Like the other songs here, it's a challenge to make music out of prose that, while entertaining. was hardly written to be sung. That's where the comedy comes in; one suspects that the Notorious RBG would approve.
December 25, 2018 Posted by delarue | Music, music, concert, opera, review, Reviews | 21st century music, album review, art song, avant-garde music, classical music, comedy, Derrick Wang, funny music, funny songs, Kuang-Hao Huang, Lori Laitman, Missy Mazzoli, Music, music review, musical comedy, Notorious RBG in Song, Notorious RBG in Song review, novelty songs, opera, Patrice Michaels, Patrice Michaels Notorious RBG in Song, Patrice Michaels Notorious RBG in Song review, Patrice Michaels review, philip glass, ruth bader ginsburg, schoenberg, Stacy Garrop, Vivian Fung | Leave a comment
A Bracingly Majestic Double Concerto and a Couple of Classy Museum Mile Gigs From Bandoneon Innovator JP Jofre
JP Jofre may be known as one of the world's foremost soloists on the bandoneon, the little accordion that Astor Piazzolla catapulted to fame. But Jofre is also a brilliant and pioneering composer whose work transcends nuevo tango to encompass the neoromantic, indie classical and jazz. His latest and most ambitious project yet is the first ever Double Concerto for Bandoneon and Violin – streaming at Spotify – which he performs along with violinist Michael Guttman and the Orpheus Chamber Orchestra. This won't be on the bill at the Argentine-born composer's next New York performance; instead, he'll be leading his Hard Tango Band at the ongoing series of free 5:30 PM shows at the balcony bar at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Dec 28 and 29.
Throughout the Double Concerto, there's a great deal of conversational interplay between the bandoneon and the violin; reduced to lowest terms, Guttman is typically the good cop. Jofre, as usual, gets extraordinary dynamic range out of his instrument, from ominous low drones to chirpy flourishes at the top while the orchestra follows similarly challenging trajectories. Rhythmic shifts are constant and counterintuitive, and the whole unit follows them seamlessly, hardly an easy task.
Jofre opens solo before Guttman sails in overhead, building steely, unresolved intensity to usher in the explosively pulsing allegro movement. The orchestra tackle it with a meticulous but vigorous pulse, its bursts of counterpoint blending such disparate elements as orchestral Piazzolla, Debussy and the baroque. Guttman resolutely answers Jofre's creepy chromatic loops, then the mighty dance ensues again.
Brooding Jofre atmospherics contrast with wistful Guttman violin, the orchestra and piano adding Tschaikovslan lustre in the adagio. An astringently leaping solo violin cadenza introduces the milonga and its impassioned pulse, rising and falling with Persian-tinged echo effects.
The album's final three pieces, all duets, have specific titles beyond tempo indicators. Jofre's rainswept washes and subtle insistence give Guttman a launching pad for his plaintively soaring lines in the elegaic Before the Curtain. Como El Agua maintains the mood with its slow tidal shifts and La Vie En Rose allusions, while Sweet Dreams is a more impassioned lullaby than you might expect. Whether you call this nuevo tango or classical music, it's characteristic of the ambition and brightly focused melodicism that have defined Jofre's career up to this point.
December 24, 2018 Posted by delarue | Music, music, concert, review, Reviews, world music | album review, classical music, jp jofre, jp jofre double concerto, jp jofre double concerto review, jp jofre hard tango band, jp jofre met museum, jp jofre metropolitan museum, jp jofre review, michael guttman violin, Music, music review, nuevo tango, orchestral music, Orpheus Chamber Orchestra | Leave a comment
A Richly Eclectic, Rapturous Program of Ljova Compositions for Strings at Lincoln Center
Since the early zeros, virtuoso violist Ljova a.k.a. Lev Zhurbin has built one of the most colorfully eclectic repertoires of any string player anywhere. Lush, enveloping film themes, tangos, wild Russian string band music, original arrangements of some of the ancient folk themes that Stravinsky drew on for the Rite of Spring, and hypnotic loopmusic are just the tip of the iceberg. Thursday night, Lincoln Center's Jordana Leigh was clearly psyched to have him back after having booked his high-voltage, cinematic Kontraband a few years back. To her, Ljova is fam – and as he confided late in the show, he and his kids became big fans of the mostly-weekly free concerts here. This time out, joined by a brilliant and similarly diverse cast from the worlds of latin music, classical and the avant garde, he aired out some of the rarer material in his ever-increasingly vast songbook.
Using a loop pedal, he built the night's opening piece, Say It from a gorgeously bittersweet, Gershwinesque four-chord riff to a soaring, bittersweet anthem: it was like watching a one-man string quartet, bolstered by the cello-like low end from his signature six-string fadolin. He's come a long way since that cold night at Barbes a few years back where he broke out the pedal in concert for the very first time.
Another solo piece, Healing, was dedicated to his late friend, the great tango pianist Octavio Brunetti – whose final show, Zhurbin noted, was across the campus at Lincoln Center Out of Doors. With Zhurbin bowing on and off the low strings and inducing skittish high harmonics, its wounded austerity shifted in and out of focus, a subtle showcase for the violist's vaunted technique.
"I'd like to start inviting people up here in batches," Zhurbin grinned, as cellist Yves Dharamraj, violinists Cornelius Dufallo and Ariana Kim joined him for a series of ballet pieces. Asha, dedicated to legendary Indian playback singer Asha Bhosle, echoed one of the Bach cello suites. Melting River, the title track from his 2013 one-man band recording, seamlessly blended the High Romantic with Philip Glass-ine minimalism.
Zhurbin was in top form as cynical raconteur, explaining that when he was in music school, those who deviated from twelve-tone severity were dismissed as potential film composers. So he decided to try his hand at an ad jingle or two. Window Cleaner, which he and the group delivered live for only the second time ever, was the night's most irresistibly amusing piece, shifting from brooding Russian Romanticism – dirty windows? – to a swinging romp through a shiny faux French musette.
Bassist Pedro Giraudo had joined the ensemble by the time they got to Mecklenburg, another ballet number, which was far more serious, considering it originated as an improvisation and attempt to get the kids running around the room at an upstate house concert to chill out. But by the end, it seems the kids had won, as the circling motives gave way to latin flair.
Violinist Melissa Tong and Curtis Stewart, violist Hannah Nicholas and cellist Joshua Roman took the stage with the rest of the ensemble for the final three numbers. The high point of the evening was The Comet, a swirling, turbulent, troubled piece written in the wake of the 2016 Presidential election. Through its muted images of troops massing on the border to a volcano of leaping, jarring, searingly atonal riffs, it brought to mind the work of Kurdish composer and kamancheh mastermind Kayhan Kalhor, with whom Zhurbin has worked in the past. He'd premiered it as a loopmusic piece on that same that cold night at Barbes in 2016.
They closed with Holodomor, a wounded, elegaic narrative of the deadly displacement of Russian peasants under Stalin, and then a surrealistically bittersweet, punchy string band approximation of Balkan brass music dedicated to the late composer Harris Wulfson, an old Golden Fest pal, It's hard to think of any other composer other than Ljova writing as fluently and playfully across so many styles.
This year's mostly-weekly free concerts at the atrium space on Broadway just north of 62nd St. winds up on Dec 20 at 7:30 PM with psychedelic tropicalia dancefloor personality Miss Yaya; get there early if you're going.
December 19, 2018 Posted by delarue | avant garde music, classical music, concert, Live Events, Music, music, concert, New York City, review, Reviews | ariana kim, chamber music, classical music, concert, concert review, Cornelius Duffalo, curtis stewart, film music, hannah nicolas, indie classical, joshua roman, kayhan kalhor, lev zhurbin, ljova, ljova lincoln center, ljova lincoln center review, ljova review, melissa tong, miss yaya, Music, music review, Pedro Giraudo, Yves Dharamraj | Leave a comment
World-Class Symphonic Grandeur From an Unlikely Spot
Playing devil's advocate, here's how Roger Nichols introduces the liner notes for the Utah Symphony's sumptuous new recording of Saint-Saëns' Organ Symphony: "Igor Stravinsky remembered Saint-Saëns as 'a sharp little man', demonstrably unimpressed by the sounds emanating from the orchestra in The Rite of Spring. Succeeding generations have perpetuated this view of Saint-Saëns as a carping pedant, a dyed-in-the-wool conservative who excelled in providing music that was all surface and little content."
#gutpunch.
Nichols quickly goes on to explain how that perception is only part of the picture. In the days when it was even more customary (and often necessary) for composers to rely on commissions from the entitled classes to pay the rent, guys like Saint-Saëns would churn out one predictably cheery, cliched score after another. After all, the landed gentry of 1880s France had no more interest in anything challenging or cutting edge than the tattooed newcomers to Bushwick and Bed-Stuy do now. But as anybody who's heard Carnival of the Animals or Danse Macabre – each written for Saint-Saëns' family – will agree, there's a whole different side to his work.
This is a rare recording – streaming at Spotify – where the shorter pieces on the program actually upstage the centerpiece. Conductor Thierry Fischer and the ensemble give Saint-Saëns' Symphony No. 3 every bit of opulent ostentatiousness it deserves, a fullscale orchestral work supercharged with both organ and piano, the icing on a many-layered sonic cake. As classical party music goes, this is about as good as it gets. Recorded live in concert just over a year ago on the group's home turf, the sound quality is magnificent. Solos throughout the orchestra, from James Hall's oboe to Louise Vickerman's harp, are precise and emphatic. Exchanges between various sections of the group are seamless, and the dynamics cover as much ground as a symphonic ensemble possibly can. And the hooks come at you, over and over again: just when you're humming one, another will jump in and displace it.
The performance of the composer's only slightly less lavish 1909 suite Trois Tableaux Symphoniques d'Après La Foi is even more of a thrill. If less ambitiously than Bartok, Saint-Saëns by then had fallen under the spell of North African music. While this is limited to what fans of Middle Eastern sounds cynically call "Hollywood hijaz," the French Romantic was obviously feeding off a big jolt of inspiration and that translates to the orchestra here. Its cinematic vistas may be comfortable and predictably catchy, but they're hardly shallow. And the wistful finale has poignancy to rival anything Samuel Barber ever wrote. The orchestra follow by stampeding through the chromatics of the famous Bacchanale from the opera Samson & Delilah, every single click of the castanets fired off with relish.
Over the years, the people of the state of Utah haven't done themselves any favors by pulling stunts like withdrawing from the Boy Scouts of America since girls are allowed to join Scout troops now (you'd think that it would be the other way around, that all the boys would want to join the Girl Scouts for the sake of the enormous profits in selling cookies, but that's a topic for another time). Rather than reinforcing any regional preconceptions, this album reminds how great art sometimes flourishes in unlikely places. Put this on your playlist along with the best-ever recording of Rachmaninoff's Symphonic Dances, by the Rochester Symphony Orchestra…if you can find it.
December 17, 2018 Posted by delarue | classical music, Music, music, concert, review, Reviews | album review, classical music, james hall oboe, louise vickerman, Music, music review, saint-saens, thierry fischer, utah symphony, utah symphony review, utah symphony saint-saens, utah symphony saint-saens review | Leave a comment
Catchy Riffs, Ambitious Stylistic Leaps and Irrepressible Fun from David Dominique
People who play off-the-wall instruments tend to write off-the-wall music. David Dominique's axe is the flugabone, a higher-pitched valve trombone usually limited to marching-band music. As you might expect from someone from that milieu, his new octet album Mask – streaming at Bandcamp – is irrepressibly fun, and rhythmic, and sounds like absolutely nothing else out there. It seems as if he's been listening to a lot of Ligeti and other minimalist composers, although imputing influences to musicians is never a safe bet. Reduced to lowest terms, this album combines the hypnotic, cyclical quality of a lot of indie classical music with the exuberance of a brass band. Other reference points are the snark of Mostly Other People Do the Killing (and possibly some other snarky critters), along with the surreal live techno of German dancefloor nuts the Jazzrausch Bigband.
The bright opening track, The Wee of Us has jaunty New Orleans flavor, chattering dixieland voicings and tricky, staggered syncopation. If the Microscopic Septet were just getting started right now, they might sound like this, Alexander Noice's flickering guitar mingling with Brian Walsh's tenor sax and the altos of Joe Santa Maria and Sam Robles while violist Lauren Baba and bassist Michael Alvidrez hold down an insistent beat in tandem with drummer Andrew Lessman.
Grief at first seems to be a very sardonically titled jazz waltz, Santa Maria's flute at the center paired against the flugabone and Robles' baritone, the bandleader overdubbing a da-da chorus of vocals. The music gets serious at the end over Noice's uneasy jangle.
Beetle, a coyly nocturnal swing number, brings to mind creepy cinephiles Beninghove's Hangmen in a lighter moment…or Tredici Bacci. To Dave Treut – a shout-out to the ruggedly individualistic Brooklyn multi-instrumentalist – shifts surrealistically from balmy swing to a riffy mashup of Terry Riley and Dopapod, with a tingly viola solo on the way out. Then the band negotiate the odd syncopation of Invisibles, a sliced-and-diced march which is just as much about space as melody.
The band follow Five Locations, a series of brief sketches, with The Yawpee, an exuberantly racewalk through a series of catchy, loopy hooks strung together, with a cynically sinister oldtimey outro. Separation Strategies, with its motorik bassline and tight counterpoint, is the one track that most vividly evokes the Jazzrausch guys. The album ends with Gotta Fumble, tense low-register pedalpoint anchoring a lively flute hook, variations from individual voices spiraling up to puncture the playful, carefree ambience. Throughout the album, the jokes – some completely over the top, some much more subtle – are as entertaining as the band's tightness and Dominique's completely unpredictable seismic shifts.
December 14, 2018 Posted by delarue | avant garde music, jazz, Music, music, concert, review, Reviews | album review, Alexander Noice, Andrew Lessman drums, avant-garde music, big band jazz, Brian Walsh sax, david dominique, David Dominique mask, david dominique mask review, david dominique review, indie classical, jazz, jazzrausch bigband, Joe Santa Maria sax, Lauren Baba, Michael Alvidrez bass, mostly other people do the kiliing, Music, music review, new music, Sam Robles sax, snarky puppy | Leave a comment
Cartoons and Monsters From Satoko Fujii's Thermos
File this under be careful what you wish for: a dozen albums, one every month, from perennially intense, captivating pianist Satoko Fujii? To celebrate her sixtieth birthday, she's done exactly that. Much as the nuts and bolts of officially putting out each record must have been tiresome, the music has been characteristically fresh and outside-the-box. And the project has been a lot easier for her than it would be for most artists. Like most jazz musicians these days, she pretty much lives on the road, and at this point in her career everybody from Wadada Leo Smith on down wants to work with her, so she has pretty much unlimited access to global talent. And she's figured out that the way to make albums in this era is simply to record her shows and release the best ones.
Album number ten in her twelve-album cycle is the debut of a group she calls Mahobin. In Japanese, it means "thermos,' but the literal meaning is "magic bottle." To what extent did she manage to bottle the magic at this 2018 set in Kobe, Japan with her husband and longtime collaborator, Natsuki Tamura, along with tenor saxophonist Lotte Anker and Ikue Mori on laptop? The results are both hilarious and macabre. This is an amazing record, even if the electronics are too loud.
There's a set and an encore here – ot so it seems. The humor is relentless at the beginning of the 42-minute first piece, Rainbow Elephant. Everybody is in on it; Star Trek command center bubbles and blips, black noise like at the end of A Day in the Life, a fishtank on steroids, cuisinarted minor-key piano blues riffage, mulish snorts, a ridiculously funny trumpet fanfare and cartoon mice on a treadmill inside the piano tinkling away are just a few things the music might remind you of.
Then Fujii suddenly flips the script with a stern, syncopated low lefthand pedal note and works uneasy Messiaenic permutations, moving slowly upward as Mori oscillates wildly. Anker's role here is mostly quavery, uneasy sustained lines; Tamura sticks mostly to more sepulchral extended technique, although when he goes in with his chromatics, he goes for the jugular.
Meanwhile, it seems like Mori is sampling her bandmates and then spinning everybody back on themselves, sometimes using a backward making pedal for extra surrealism. Fujii's ability to make up a theme on the spot and embellish it later on is unsurpassed in all of music, and the enigmatic way she ends this very long, very strange trip goes against all conventional thinking in order to drive it home, dark and hard.
The relatively short encore, Yellow Sky is seven minutes ten seconds of Frankenstein building a fire – that's Fujii – with the rest of the band as seagulls circling overhead. Creative music in 2018 doesn't get any better, or more captivatingly weird, than this. Fujii and Mahobin are at the Stone – which is now located at the first-floor Glass Box Theatre at the New School at 55 W 13th St. – at 8:30 PM on Dec 13. Cover is $20; get there early, because Fujii's New York shows have been selling out regularly.
The best overview of Fujii's yearlong project is not at this blog, sadly. The New York City Jazz Record put her on the cover of their September issue and included an exhaustive and enthusiastic review of her 2018 output. But not to worry: there will be much more Fujii on this page in the weeks and months ahead.
December 11, 2018 Posted by delarue | avant garde music, jazz, Music, music, concert, review, Reviews | album review, free jazz, ikue mori, jazz, jazz improvisation, lotte anker, Music, music review, Natsuki Tamura, satoko fujii live at big apple kobe, satoko fujii live at big apple kobe review, Satoko Fujii Mahobin, Satoko Fujii Mahobin review | Leave a comment
A Rare NYC Performance of a Centuries-Old French Epic
Music Before 1800's monthly concerts give ambitious concertgoers a chance to hear rare works that sometimes haven't been performed here for centuries..or maybe ever, in the hundreds of years since they were written. Most of these shows are at Corpus Christi Church at 529 W 121St St., just up the hil from the 125th St. stop on the 1 train. You can get in for as little as $10.
Has Marc Antoine Charpentier's Christmas Pastorale, dating from around 1686, ever been performed in New York? If so, Music Before 1800 may have staged it. For serious verisimilitude, they're bringing in French vocal and instrumental group Ensemble Correspondances to the church play it this Dec 16 at 4 PM. The ensemble – whose name means "connections" – recorded it a couple of years ago, and have a new album of Charpentier's La Descent d'Orphee aux Enfers streaming at Spotify. It's a good way to become acquainted with how they tackle Charpentier's alternately lavish and spare dynamics, as well as his similarly diverse themes.
If you can get used to a Gallic group who roll their R's, Spanish style, this album will immerse you in elegant, sometimes unexpected counterpoint, with striking yet comfortably balanced contrasts between the men's and women's voices. While this was not written in contemporary French, if you speak the language, the dialogue is remarkably easy to understand. While the suite's theme may be on the hellish side, the music is anything but, with sinuous flute harmonies woven into lushly lilting strings and a thicket of viola da gamba, all imbued with the ambered, slightly astringent tone that period instruments deliver. As is the custom with digital recordings these days, the album is divided up into 26 separate tracks, many of them less than a minute long.
Soprano Caroline Weynants displays a stately but fetching, almost imploring delivery at times. As the protagonist's journey becomes more perilous, the music grows more stark and austere, then tilts toward an epic grandeur. Breathlessly scampering nymphs, desperate shepherds, cowardly lovers, all sorts of torments and ghosts pass through the sonic frame. The way the group motor along in places, it becomes very clear that our hero and his entourage can't wait to get the hell out. Lively operatic drama gives way to a brightly flurrying fanfare and then a moodily waltzing downward trajectory: Euridyce, show your face so this poor guy can go home! "Stay with us forever," is the choir's solemn response. The end is every bit as somber as the intro is buoyant.
December 9, 2018 Posted by delarue | classical music, Music, music, concert, opera, review, Reviews | album review, baroque music, choral music, classical music, Ensemble Correspondances, Ensemble Correspondances corpus christi, Ensemble Correspondances music before 1800, Ensemble Correspondances orphee, Ensemble Correspondances orphee review, Ensemble Correspondances review, Music, music review, opera | Leave a comment
Helen Sung Brings Her Picturesque Mix of Poetry and Jazz Back to Curry Hill with Cecile McLorin Salvant on the Mic
The confluence of music and poetry goes back for millennia in cultures around the world, but it's less common here. In American jazz, spoken word is typically associated with improvisation, which makes the new album Helen Sung with Words – a collaboration with poet Dana Gioia – a rarity. That's not to say that there aren't plenty of blazing jams on the album, streaming at Spotify. It's a latin jazz song cycle incorporating the poet reading several of his playfully aphoristic rhymes. Sung debuted the project memorably at the Jazz Standard last year; she's bringing it back there for a show on Dec 13 with sets at 7:30 and 9:30 PM. Cover is $30; Sung is also bringing along Cecile McLorin Salvant as a special guest on vocals, which makes sense since Sung plays piano in Salvant's majestic, menacing Ogresse big band tour de force. And since Salvant will be in the house, the show will probably sell out, so reserving now would be a good idea.
Gioia's wistful, wry memory of youthful jazz clubbing opens the album's first track, animated counterpoint between John Ellis' tenor sax and Ingrid Jensen's trumpet setting the stage for a scampering swing anchored by Sung's spacious, incisive attack over Reuben Rogers' bass and Kendrick Scott's drums. Ellis, Jensen and then the bandleader follow in turn, climbing the ladder and fueling the blaze.
Jean Baylor sings the bolero-tinged ballad The Stars on 2nd Avenue with an airy, regretful, distantly Sarah Vaughan-ish delivery, lowlit by Sung's low-key, wee-hours piano and Samuel Torres' tersely propulsive congas. "Let's live in the flesh and not in the screen," Gioia intones as Torres' flurries kick off Hot Summer Night, Christie Dashiell and Carolyn Leonhart trading off energetically, the rest of the band following suit over a straight-ahead hard-funk beat.
The band shift subtly between swing and clave as Baylor builds a knowing bluesiness in Pity the Beautiful, Sung's move from loungey comfort to plaintiveness mirroring Gioia's contemplation of how good looks will only get you so far. Too Bad, a catchy salsa-jazz kiss-off number, features Dashilell and Leonhart out front again along with a triumphantly flurrying Jensen solo, Sung prancing and scurrying up to a horn-driven crescendo.
The album's strongest track is Lament for Kalief Browder, who killed himself after being thrown into solitary confinement on Rikers Island for two years as an adolescent. Ellis' muted bass clarinet over airy vocalese and tiptoeing bass introduces a weary, brooding theme reflecting the hopelessness of prison life; from there, the band take it further into the blues before a grim return, Rogers bowing somberly in unison with Ellis.
They pick up the pace again with the catchy syncopation of Into the Unknown, Ellis' tenor dancing between the raindrops, Sung offering momentary solo pensiveness before leaping back in alongside bright horn harmonies. Her enigmatically chiming piano interchanges with Rogers' flitting figures and Scott's mistiness throughout Touch; it brings to mind the work of Spanish composer Federico Mompou.
In the Shadowland has catchy, moody tango inflections; Ellis' soprano solo may be the album's most lyrical moment. Dashiell and Leonhart bring understated exasperation to the punchy final track. Mean What You Say. One can only imagine what kind of magic Salvant will bring to this stuff live.
December 8, 2018 Posted by delarue | jazz, Music, music, concert, poetry, review, Reviews | album review, carolyn leonhart, Christie Dashiell, Dana Gioia, Helen Sung, helen sung jazz standard, Helen Sung review, helen sung with words, Helen Sung with Words jazz standard, helen sung with words review, ingrid jensen, jazz, Jean Baylor, john ellis sax, kendrick scott, latin jazz, Music, music review, poetry, Reuben Rogers, samuel torres percussion | Leave a comment