Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts

Friday, 26 October 2018

Robert Fowler with the Blue Vanguard House Trio, Blue Vanguard Jazz Club, Exeter - 25th October, 2018

Breathy Brilliance

Another lovely night of jazz at the Blue Vanguard, the Blue Vanguard House Trio in fine form as ever, and guest saxophonist Robert Fowler playing a set of standards characterised by the sweet spot of recurring touch and feel, reminding me of Benny Golson who is my touchstone for this kind of breathy and delicate playing, full of fluid runs and an honouring of great melodies. Performances that really appealed to me were of Johnny Green’s Body and Soul, the Coslow/Johnson My Old Flame, an interpretation of the Mandel/Williams Close Enough for Love that began and ended with just the pairing of Al Swainger on bass and Fowler on his sax that was perfection, and the penultimate of the night – with a god bless for this – playing the Herzog/Holiday God Bless the Child which was simply beautiful.

The rapport across the four players was stunning.

Robert and Al

Friday, 28 September 2018

Quentin Collins - The Blue Vanguard Jazz Club, Gipsy Hill Hotel, Exeter - 27th September, 2018


Jazz and Beards

As a generally generously hirsute person, and even after a recent light trim still fully bewhiskered [also having two like-faced friends attending with me: one goateed, the other stubbled] it is a good thing Quentin Collins played such an exemplary trumpet and flugelhorn – including one most beautiful, sublime version of Lover Man – because I’ll therefore forgive him for mentioning near the beginning of his guest-spot last night at the Blue Vanguard Jazz Club how he was from East London where the gigs normally played were attended by many twats in beards.

Quentin and Craig

To be fair, he did say they also wore tweed, and I alternatively had on my psychedelic shirt beneath denim, and he was also setting a contrasting and humorous scene where playing at the BV was like going back in time by at least 40 years. As a building and internal décor, he was spot on. And to be fair once more [yes, he really is that good to secure this fulsome clemency] he was most appreciative of the full attendance, as it always is, and he’s not the first well-travelled and well-respected jazz musician to comment on the impressive welcome from The Gipsy Hill Hotel venue compared with many other and perhaps ostensibly more ‘prominent’ jazz clubs.

One final quote from Quentin to secure an absolute pardon was the observation on his further pleasure to be playing with these swinging cats that are the Craig Milverton Trio house band that includes Coach York and Al Swainger. This too is a regular comment from knowing and experienced guests – though not as aptly as Collins’ coolly jazzy vernacular – on just how tight this band is and how the extraordinary lack of rehearsal time [one hour last night] still delivers such an accomplished performance.

All together
Craig on keys and Al on bass had as ever their own exemplary solo spots – and these never cease to impress – but I’m giving the biggest shout-out [next to Collins, naturally] to Coach for his on-fire drumming. I do like his solo insertions into closing bars where last night horn and keys alternated and York interjected with both his subtleties and blasts – and there were some explosive drum ‘n’ horn detonations in unison as well.

Coach
I'm looking forward to listening to the QCBA Beauty in Quiet Places album [Quentin with saxophonist Brandon Allen] and hearing more of Collins' supersweet tone as well as dynamic, virtuoso runs.

Quentin's trumpet trills visualised
[Opening pic from stubbled Marti, next three from goateed Timbo, final from a shaking Some Awe]


Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Jim White, with Clive Barnes - Exeter Phoenix, 4th September, 2018


Lessons for When Two Storytellers Ignite

but also unite.

First lesson: never miss the support. If you did at last night’s Jim White gig you would have missed the opening slot of outstanding guitarist Clive Barnes who also accompanied White for his main set. As Barnes told us, and similar to as explained in an interview with The Independent way back in 2002, 'I am probably not a household name in my home county,' laughed world renowned guitarist Clive Barnes. That is sadly still the general case it seems – and I hold my hands up to that history – but not any more for me and every single person in the audience.

Second lesson: Clive Barnes is a stunning blues guitarist, lap slide and regular acoustic for his solo set; also a beautiful Gibson, and effects [the wonderfully haunting/plaintive with White]. I’ve seen my share of exceptional players over the years, and listened to recordings as well, obviously, and Barnes is up there with the best of them: hands down, or pouring over the neck with sublime clarity and blues emotion. 


He is a fine vocalist too, a gruff and confident accompaniment, and I am excited to begin my education in his back catalogue having been introduced to his excellence live.

Third lesson: Barnes is a storyteller [as is White] and with his Irish roots there is a healthy amount of the blarney in it all. My favourite last night was an account of his first tour of America, back in the day, and playing a gig in Wife’s Crack, Virginia at a venue called Dick’s Last Resort, ending in an encounter with a fan at the gig’s end who introduced his wife and daughter. No, I’m not going to tell the whole story – go out and hear for yourself [I suspect he will tell it again] – and no, Wife’s Crack, Virginia doesn’t exist, but there is a chain called Dick’s Last Resort who, according to Wikipedia, employ the most obnoxious staff, and this venue may have been a part of this or the original dive. He also, by the way, tells a great anecdote about him and Springsteen hanging out together in New York, if briefly.

Fourth lesson: Jim White is a storyteller too. His lengthy narratives are complex and amusing, much genuinely revealing his own troubled past [those tornados of the mind], much long drives to [on straight American roads] great punchlines, and all insights into a dislocated world both for him personally and the rest of us. No surprises here for those who have listened to the lyrics of his songs.

Lyrics like those from the opening song played, A Perfect Day to Chase Tornados,

Sometimes I think that the sky is a prison and the earth is a grave.
And sometimes I feel like Jesus, in some Chinese opera.
And sometimes I'm glad I built my mansion from crazy little stones.
But sometimes I feel so goddamned trapped by everything that I know.
And I wish it wasn't so, cause the only thing that anyone should ever know
Is that today's a perfect day to chase tornados.
Yeah, when the wild wind whips around your head you know,
That you have found a perfect day to chase tornados.

This is from White’s debut album Wrong-Eyed Jesus (The Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted) which launched his career in 1997 with a musical shout that still resonates for those of us wakened by it then – and it seemed like most in the audience shared that revelation/witness.

One of the highlights for me last night was a performance of Objects in Motion, a poem really, delivered as a spoken narrative but bordered by a hypnotic and beautiful union of guitars, Barnes illuminating with that plaintive surround of echo and fade. White does write and performed other gorgeous songs, lyrical and pretty in the very best sense of that description, and these added last night to a full insight into his repertoire. Other memorable songs played were the upbeat Playing Guitars from White’s latest album, the 2017 Waffles, Triangles & Jesus, and the classic When Jesus Gets a Brand New Name from that great debut.

White’s constructed encore [that’s another story] was the beautiful Bluebird, written about and for his daughter, from the album Drill a Hole in That Substrate and Tell Me What You SeeObjects in Motion is from this too – and a further encore was the beautiful Still Waters in response to an audience member’s request, this again from White’s debut album.

Fifth and final lesson: if you can catch White, and with luck Banes as well, on this tour, do so. Try and see either or both whenever you can afterwards.

[Thanks to Harry and Kev for this treat]

Friday, 20 July 2018

Renato D'Aiello - Blue Vanguard, Gipsy Hill Hotel, Exeter - 19th July, 2018

Rapport


Another fine night of jazz at the Blue Vanguard with guest saxophonist Renato D’Aiello, the UK based Italian player who must be enjoying our summer even though he has claimed he lives here for the weather, not particularly liking the heat of ‘home’, and probably does a fine cover of Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.

He is a sublime player, reminding me at times of the breathy style of Benny Golson [my touchstone range isn’t huge but this is a genuine feeling], especially on the ballads, two gorgeous ones played last night, the second the Gordon Burdge / J. Russel Robinson Portrait of Jennie.

As ever, and as ever I will present this anaphora [I’ve been marking Lit papers…], the Blue Vanguard Trio was also superb, Coach York and Al Swainger consistently providing their two thirds of the sterling worth, and I only separate this time round in reviewing as Craig Milverton and Renato did share a particular rapport in their playing – a symbiosis in musicianship as well as physical proximity: Renato touchingly often playing very close to Craig, if you’ll excuse the punning indulgence – and it would seem obvious they share a deep friendship as well as their musical closeness.


Photos by Tim
Forthcoming events look like more of the excellent same. Brilliant.