longer shorter (toward eternity)
I've been too long away from my own page, and for that I repent.
Maybe it's fatherhood: Being the dad of three-month-old Samuel Julian is
everything they said it would be, exalted among life's occupations, but also
limiting in terms of time to, say, blog.
Speaking
of life-affirming things, Wayne Shorter turned 75 in August and decided to
celebrate with a Carnegie Hall concert last night. I'd help you blow out the
candles, Wayne, but you left me breathless.
On the program were the Imani Winds, a classical quintet of four
women (flutist Valerie Coleman, oboe player Toyin Spellman-Diaz, clarinetist
Mariam Adam, and bassoonist Monica Ellis) and one man (French horn player Jeff
Scott), who performed a brief piece by Brazilian composer Heitor Villa-Lobos.
The quintet followed with "Terra Incognita," a chamber piece composed
by Shorter, originally commissioned by the La Jolla Music Society in 2006.
Lively and flecked with phrases and harmonies distinct to Shorter's oeuvre (was
that a snatch of "Water Babies"?), it offered merely hints of things
to come.
The stage quickly reset, Shorter's working quartet, with pianist
Danilo Perez, bassist John Patitucci, and drummer Brian Blade, followed with a
set that was brief yet fully satisfying. As they've been doing for seven
years, the group essayed tunes from Shorter's catalog, perhaps the most
sublime in jazz's library, within a continuous flow of music--more structured than an extended improvisation, less formal than what would be termed a suite. It's as if Shorter has simply liberated each song from its beginning and end, allowing each to extend and even blur into one another, free of given duration. The cliché when describing a band as strongly in sync as Shorter's is that it moves as one: But these musicians don't. And they
don't follow the leader, either, beyond taking his song cues --"Zero
Gravity," "Sanctuary," "Joy Rider," among a few
others--and adjusting to his rhythmic and dynamic shifts. Perez, Patitucci, and
Blade are like ensemble actors in a story that Shorter, a film devotee,
exploits for its most potent and believable drama. Blade's outlandish crashes
and tumbles on cymbals and drums, seemingly out of nowhere, somehow make sense,
serving as jump-cuts. (Elsewhere, Blade kept rhythms, sometimes just suggestions of a beat, cunningly soft.)
Perez and Patitucci took nearly nothing in the way of
conventional solos. Instead, they spilled their individual ideas into forceful
lines and insidious grooves within a collective mass of sound that from time to time contained the general shape of a given, often recognizable, tune yet which expanded, contracted,
and morphed moment to moment. Perez, already a commanding presence before he joined this quartet, continues to grow and thrive in this setting; his every gesture seems to ripple through the band with force. Even Shorter, alternating between tenor and
soprano, played few extended solos. Often, he simply celebrated the triumphant
intent of a theme, like the one from "Joy Rider," jiggling its place
in the rhythm on each utterance.
This band is the most interesting and beautiful animal in jazz's
jungle, has been for several years.
After the quartet's performance, Shorter stepped briefly up to
the microphone. He quoted his boss of nearly a half-century earlier, Art
Blakey: "You don't have nothin' to prove." He then went about proving
that all music, even his best, is open to interpretation and better for that
effort -- and that we've far from heard all that his fertile imagination can
conjure.
Finally, the Imani Winds were seated, along with Shorter, in
front of Perez, Patitucci, and Blade, for a closing segment. Sounding like some
fantasy big band from fictional world, with Shorter on soprano sax and Imani's
Coleman often playing piccolo, the nine musicians played three Shorter pieces, each containing stunning elements, the best of which was an extended version of "The Three
Marias." This was dense and finely arranged music, full of wildly creative
counterpoint, interlacing melodies, and exquisite harmonic shifts.
The arrangements were like gardens that had grown over to an
absurd yet startlingly beautiful point, yet somehow retained the logic of their
original plantings. And even in such elaborate context, seated the whole time, Shorter was prominent without being dominant, playing upward-pointed
lines, high-register squeals, well-placed single notes, and, at one point, soft
blues phrases with obvious glee and no signs of slowing down.
"I'm trying to express eternity with my music," Shorter told me the last time we spoke, a few years ago. Already with his quartet, he's erased any temporal limitations --of a given tune's duration or its association with a particular era (his 40-year-old compositions could not have sounded fresher at Carnegie).
If
this is 75, who knows what he'll sound like at 150.
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