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Chi jazz fest 2016, details in photos and words

My DownBeat overview of the 38th annual Chicago Jazz Festival, comprehensive as I could make it, didn’t go into depth on any of the couple dozen performances I heard from Sept 1 through 4 in downtown

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Bassist Tatsu Aoki’s Myumi Project with pianist Jon Jang, cellist Jaime Kempkers, tenor saxophonists Ed Wilkerson and Francis Wong, baritone saxist Mwata Bowden, Tsukasa Taiko with soloist Kioto. Photo montage by Marc PoKempner.

Millennium Park and the Cultural Center. So here, with imagery by my photojournalist colleagues and friends Marc PoKempner and Michael Jackson (whose photo of drummer Dave King of the Bad Plus graced that DownBeat review) are some previously unreported details.

  • Tatsu Aoki‘s Miyumi Project continues to evolve as the Tsukasa Taiko Legacy troupe with soloist Kioto leans ever-closer into the rhythms of his jazz-oriented ensemble — driven by traps drummer Avreeayl Ra and hand-percussionist Coco Elysses. On this date Aoki’s Bay Area Asian Improv colleagues Jon Jang (piano) and Francis Wong (tenor sax) — who performed a stunning mouthpiece-only solo — joined Jaime Kempkers, cello; Edward Wilkerson, tenor sax; Mwata Bowden, baritone sax, for no-holds-barred give-and-take.
  • Charlie Haden’s Liberation Music Orchestra, with the late founder’s bass chair filled by his one-time student Scott Colley, performed new arrangements by conductor Carla Bley that managed to be simultaneously free for roaring and transparently structured, genuinely patriotic and suffused with sad/defiant critical expression. Trumpeter Michael Rodriguez was probing on most of the brass solos, but his section-mate Seneca Black crowned “American the Beautiful” with a gleaming high note.
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    from left: Curtis Fowlkes, Vincent Chancey, Joe Daley in Charlie Haden’s Liberation Music Orchestra, arranged and conducted by Carla Bley. Photo by Marc PoKempner

    Tenor saxophonists Tony Malaby and Chris Cheek presented a contrast of solo styles — the former voluble and gruff, the latter selective and bell-toned. Bley was understated when conducting, and deliberate at the piano; her charts applied high and low voices artfully, for clarity. Alto saxist Loren Stillman, guitarist Steve Cardenas, drummer Matt Wilson should not go unmentioned; trombonist Curtis Fowlkes, french horn player Vincent Chancey and tuba player Joe Daley supplied colorful depths.

  • Ornette Coleman’s 1971 album Science Fiction is one of my all time favorites, as related in Miles Ornette Cecil – Jazz Beyond Jazz. The Bad Plus with guests Tim Berne (alto sax), Ron Miles (trumpet) and Sam Newsome (soprano sax) did a mitzvah bringing to life Coleman’s seldom-attempted compositions “Law Years,” “Civilization Day,” “Street Woman,” as well as two originally sung by Asha Puthli, “All My Life” and “What Reason Could I Give.” Those two unusual ballads are gorgeous, were capably sung by Bad Plus bassist Reid Anderson (who does not usually sing in performance), and pianist
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    from left: Ethan Iverson, Sam Newsome, Ron Miles, Tim Berne, Reid Miles, Dave King. Photo by Michael Jackson, who despairs of the image’s size.

    Ethan Iverson performed an awesome episode on “Reason,” stating the melodic theme slowly with his left hand while with his right, independent of his bass rhythm, he touched on high notes as if lighting stars.

  • Cameron Pfiffner and five other Chicago-identified reedists in his occasional group
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    Cameron Pfiffner in Preston Bradley Hall of the Chicago Cultural Center, Howard Mandel listening — photo by Marc PoKempner

    Adolph’S AX blew without amplification, walking through the crowd under the Tiffany dome at Chicago’s Cultural Center, to explore the glorious room’s acoustic properties. Although it may look otherwise from my expression, I was intrigued, not displeased.

  • Africa and Maggie Brown, daughters of the late singer-songwriter Oscar Brown Jr., sang their father’s lyrics with delightful high spirits and a casual back-and-forth as if they were in a private home or cabaret.
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    from left, Maggie and Africa Brown, photo by Marc PoKempner


 

 

 

 

  • Tenor saxophonist Benny Golson chose not to play some of his best known compositions — no “Killer Joe,” no “Along Came Betty,” no “I Remember Clifford.”
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Benny Golson, with Buster Williams; photo by Marc PoKempner.

But accompanied by pianist Mike LeDonne, bassist Buster Williams and drummer Carl Allen, Golson did essay a perfectly lovely version of his song “Whisper Not.” He claimed the title had no specific meaning, that he’d chosen the words at random. Hard to believe, but he wouldn’t lie. And if Duke Ellington’s theme song “Take the ‘A’ Train” is Golson’s usual set-ender, at age 87 he’s got his reasons and they deserve respectful consideration.

  •  I’m still trying to figure out how I liked the music of Christian Scott a Tunde Adjuah. He’s a powerhouse on trumpets and bold onstage, which shook things up. His “Stretch music” label is supposed to encompass jazz and other genres, though of course I heard it as jazz beyond “jazz” —
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    Christian Scott a Tunde Adjuah, in front of the Pritzker Pavillion’s giant video screen. Photo by Marc PoKempner

    an attempt to get at the real excitement in the art form’s essence that is too frequently forgotten amid the accretion of history, tradition, convention, rote performance, tired blood, call it what you will. It seems obviously a descendent of Miles’ post-Bitches Brew, but more than just that. Flutist Elena Pinderhughes provided a cool contrast to overtly physical Adjuah; pianist Lawrence Fields played one affecting solo on Rhodes piano. The leader’s street style and bountiful energy makes him seem outsized.

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Scofield and Lovano, photo by Marc PoKempner

  • Guitarist John Scofield and tenor saxophonist Joe Lovano, on their final date of a Stateside tour, kicked out the jams like comfortably rambunctious best old friends. Bill Stewart drummed, Ben Street played bass, Joe and Sco’s tunes served to get them into and out of the blowing, during which all four seemed connected at the hip (by the hip?).
  • Candido Camero, conguero, capped the festival with Latin jazz all-stars. Conga drums (Sammy Figueroa filling
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    Candido Camero, 95. Photo by Michael Jackson

    in behind Candido) and  clavé are integral to any 21st century fest comprehensive representation of present-day Western Hemisphere music. We got that from a master.

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Chicago’s free summer music cornucopia – Deutsch, PoKempner photos

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Latin Jazz dancers in Humboldt Park — photo by Lauren Deutsch.

With a 10th annual Latin Jazz festival produced in the neighborhood Humboldt Park by the Jazz Institute of Chicago and dynamite downtown concerts with headliners such as Nigerian juju star King Sunny Adé and Afro-Cuban progressive Eddie Palmieri put on by DCASE, the city’s Department of Cultural Affairs and Special Events, Chicago’s free summer music programs are well underway.

Add the Museum of Contemporary Arts’ weekly Tuesdays on the Terrace shows, conceded that Chicago’s unparalleled Blues Fest is already over (as is Taste of Chicago, where bands including The Roots prevailed) but note that the classically-oriented Grant Park Music Festival continues while the very promising 38th annual Chicago Jazz Fest looms to cap it all by Labor Day (we’ll also enjoy an early autumn Hyde Park Jazz Festival Sept 24th and 25th), and it’s hard to find a comparable wealth of beautiful sounds available to all comers, at least west of the Hudson River (NYC’s Summerstage highlights jazz this season, with quite a worthy schedule).

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John Santos at congas – photo by Lauren Deutsch

Less the Chicago presentations simply seem like wannabe distractions from the local plague of gun violence, our failed mayorality and (gladly) “lost opportunity” to squander lakefront on a movie director’s museum, I hasten to say the concerts are genuinely positive, citizenry-binding events.

While San Franciscan John Santos’ sextet, conguero Joe Rendon and Friends and Hector Silviera’s orquestra entertained on a stage set up in an open-air boat house, the surrounding, formerly dodgy Humboldt Park was bustling with family picnics and pickup-team games.

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Hector Silviera – photo by Lauren Deutsch

Former (future?) mayoral candidate Chuy Garcia sat comfortably amid the crowd (also for Palmieri’s Salsa Orchestra at Millennium Park), listening as a recognized, respected and unhassled member of the community.

That community in all its glorious if too often uneasy diversity (approximately 1/3 African-American, 1/3 Hispanic background, 1/3 “non-Hispanic white”) has been well-represented at the Gehry bandshell of Pritzker Pavillion in Millennium Park.

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Why is Chuy (at left) smiling? He digs the beat. Photo by Lauren Deutsch

There were perhaps 500 people at the Latin Jazz Fest at Humboldt on Saturday, July 16, but an estimated 10,000 (capacity crowd) attended the powerhouse Palmieri show on June 27 — people of every demographic dancing to the uncompromisingly dense, percussive and melodically improvised roar alone, in couples and/or fluid groups.

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Ugochi at Millennium Park — photo by Marc PoKempner

Two weeks later, Ugochi and A.S.E — her Afro Soul Ensemble — opening for Sunny Adé and his Afro-Beats, aptly emboding Chicago’s breadth of influences and depths of talent. Born in Nigeria, Ugochi was raised on the South Side, and her relaxed yet keening vocalizations were like a junction of blues wailer Mama Estella Yancey with Malian Oumou Sangaré. Cellist Tomeka Reed, an emergent leader of the Chicago branch of the AACM (Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians) joined the A.S.E. for two or three songs, adding a subtle creative undercurrent to the band’s mid-tempo renditions of their leader’s original material. Her lyrics were topical and inclusive (she introduced one as “three words my mother taught me that could save your life: ‘Don’t Mind Them'”). Judging by the crowd reaction, she won a lot of new fans.

Although there is a percentage of attendees at Millennium Park who just come because it’s a nice place to throw down a blanket, break out some refreshments and stare at the skyline as night falls, DCASE’s programming ensures aficionados also have a reason to come to these gigs. King Sunny Adé probably drew on the basis of the fantastic tours he did in the 1980s — I heard him live three times in New York City, and will always (I hope) remember his concert at Roseland, where I discovered my body knew dance moves I’d never had tried before.

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King Sunny Adé, center with guitar, and his Afro-Beats. Photo by Marc PoKempner

In Brooklyn three years ago Adé and company delivered an eagerly anticipated but somewhat disappointing show — the ensemble appeared aged, heavy and weary — but in Chicago July 18 all parties onstage felt regenerated and ebullient. Adé will be 70 in September, but retains the dimples, grace and infectious humor that recalls at moments Cary Grant, Charlie Chaplin, Cab Calloway, Louis Jordan and Chuck Berry. He sings rather complicated story-songs casually, usually with support from two sidemen who contribute pantomime to the narratives (incomprehensible unless one speaks a West African language). He strapped on his Fender guitar for only one song, adding an spicy wham! to his figures. He moved from his hips, his knees, his ankles, precisely but self-deprecatingly.

Meanwhile, the Afro-Beats tore it up, a terrific though un-announced electric guitarist reeling off skeins of single note lines that suggested he was familiar with Buddy Guy as well as Jerry Garcia and Jeff Beck, an electric keyboards player who didn’t offer predictable runs when he could build surprising improvisations, and a traps drummer pounding rhythms that defined the tunes’ long themes and releases. The entirety was founded on urgent talking drum parts — those seated musicians started hot and never slowed down. Oh, there were two bodacious women dancers, too, shimmying in golden dresses.

In how many American cities does Sunny Adé’s audience, unbidden, sing along in Yoruba? How does an age-and-ethnicity-mixed mob of Chicagoans even know the material of a group that hasn’t visited in decades, and gets scant-to-no radio play? We can’t do much about intransigent Republican governor Rauner, hapless and unpopular Rahm Emanuel, hand-gun fueled gang wars taking a toll on innocent bystanders, but we can gather to hear music that brings everyone together and makes us happy.

Tomorrow (July 21): The Heritage Blues Orchestra, with my friend Junior Mack singing and playing guitar, and Toshi Reagon, free, starts at 6:30 pm. Thursday and Friday, July 22 and 23: Marin Alsop conducts the Grant Park Orchestra in Dvorak’s New World Symphony, and violinist Regina Carter performs Duke Ellington’s orchestral works; next week (Tuesday, July 26), saxophonist Caroline Davis and pianist Rob Clearfields’s quartet at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 5:30 to 8 pm (free only to Illinois residents). More to come!

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Branford Marsalis and Kurt Elling in New Orleans, ready for recording

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At Snug Harboer, NOLA, from left.: Nicholas Payton, Eric Revis, Branford Marsalis, Justin Faulkner, Kurt Elling. Photo by Marc PoKempner

Saxophonist Branford Marsalis’s quartet and singer Kurt Elling prepared for their upcoming recording in a rare four-night stand at Snug Harbor in New Orleans last week, and photo-journalist extraordinaire Marc PoKempner went each night, enthralled.

“It was sort of an open rehearsal for the recording, so the set list was the same every night,” PoKempner reported by phone, “but it changed a lot, too. The first night Kurt asked the crowd, ‘Does anyone here speak Portuguese? If so, you’re going to want to leave now,’ because he sang a lyric in Portuguese, reading it

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Kurt Elling, photo by Marc PoKempner

phonetically off some paper, and slaughtered the language. But by the fourth night, he had it down.”

PoKempner knows Elling from Chicago, but he says in NOLA, Kurt learned he had to almost holler for attention. “He isn’t known here, he doesn’t perform here. People had come to hear Branford, who’d start out each night with what I gather was the Tonight Show theme. He’s got a very energetic, swinging, fun band [Joey Calderazzo, piano; Eric Revis, bass; Justin Faulkner, drums] and though he himself isn’t the most physically expressive, he blows his ass off, has a very strong tone, and gets up to play. He blew some very abstract stuff, even like something Fred Anderson would have played — but always brought those breaks  back to the swinging, melodic hook. Branford’s band did a couple of songs before Kurt came out.

“After the first two sets, in which he was kind of subdued, Kurt started to

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Brandford Marsalis, Justin Faulkner, Kurt Elling, photo by Marc PoKempner

hit the audience hard; he even did some scat-singing, in full register. They did a song Sting wrote for Broadway show The Last Ship called ‘Practical Arrangement.’ It’s like a little movie, about an older guy making a proposition to a woman, ‘We cold share a roof, I’d be father to your boy, we could sleep in separate beds, you wouldn’t have to cook for me,’ and then there’s a point where he proposes ‘Would it be so bad to be my wife?’ — and the first time I heard ‘wife’ the way Kurt did it was a total surprise to me. It wasn’t as much of a surprise after I heard it eight times, but it was very powerful every time.

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Branford Marsalis, Justin Faulkner, Dee Dee Bridgewater, Kurt Elling; photo by Marc PoKempner

“The pianist, bassist and drummer were each terrific in their own ways. On the  last night, Dee Dee Bridgewater sat in with Kurt for a duet on ‘Teach Me Tonight,’ Delfeayo Marsalis played trombone on one tune, and Irvin Mayfield played flugelhorn.

“I told both Kurt and Branford, ‘It’s fun to watch you guys do something you don’t already know how to do,’ and they looked pleased, acknowledging they challenged themselves. It was really interesting to hear the music develop and deepen over these four nights.”

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Howard Mandel

I'm a Chicago-born (and after 32 years in NYC, recently repatriated) writer, editor, author, arts reporter for National Public Radio, consultant and nascent videographer -- a veteran freelance journalist working on newspapers, magazines and websites, appearing on tv and radio, teaching at New York University and elsewhere, consulting on media, publishing and jazz-related issues. I'm president of the Jazz Journalists Association, a non-profit membership organization devoted to using all media to disseminate news and views about all kinds of jazz.
My books are Future Jazz (Oxford U Press, 1999) and Miles Ornette Cecil - Jazz Beyond Jazz (Routledge, 2008). I was general editor of the Illustrated Encyclopedia of Jazz and Blues (Flame Tree 2005/Billboard Books 2006). Of course I'm working on something new. . . Read More…

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