In the adjoining column, you will find five new Doug’s Picks; three CDs, a DVD and a book. A long time ago, we eliminated the food category. No one noticed, and it’s not coming back.
As for the promise of more reviews today, well, the Picks are reviews. First thing in the morning, I’m hopping with both feet into a deadline assignment. See you on the other side.

I’ll be back tomorrow, probably, with more reviews. Something came up. In the meantime, please browse the Rifftides archive, conveniently linked in the right-hand column. The Doug’s Picks recommendations have an archive all of their own. Simply click on the world “More” at the end of the current picks.

ACCORDION, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.
–Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
A gentleman is one who knows how to play the accordion but refrains from doing so. –attributed to Mark Twain (and many others)
I am not a demon. I am a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion. –Nicholas Cage

Delfeayo Marsalis and his quintet are kicking off a national tour this weekend with a concert at The Seasons. Realizing that I was going to hear Marsalis brother number three in person for the first time, I listened to his new CD, Minions Dominion, which has come in for considerable attention. From the relatively little I had heard of him, I was predisposed to the warmth and humor of his trombone playing, as I made plain in a 2003 Jazz Times review of a CD he made with his father Ellis and brothers Wynton, Branford and Jason.

Delfeayo, boisterous and exceedingly tromboney, is featured to great effect on Tyree Glenn’s “Sultry Serenade,” aka “How Could You Do a Thing Like That to Me?” He delights in finding humorous alternate notes to use in “running out of key,” as the preboppers used to say.

Marsalis makes further wry uses of diminished scales in “Brer Rabbit,” the jaunty blues that opens the new album. He applies them here and there throughout the CD. His seriousness as a player and a composer is also apparent, notably in a thoughtful ballad, “If You Only Knew,” and in “Lost in the Crescent,” a story-telling piece that pairs him with his brother Branford on soprano saxophone in a colloquy of stylistic and temperamental contrasts. Branford’s tenor sax playing on three other tracks is among his best recent work on record.
Alto saxophonist Donald Harrison is on three pieces. With the late drummer Elvin Jones slashing and prodding behind him, he is notably adventurous on “Weaver of Dreams.” Mulgrew Miller is the impressive pianist, Eric Revis, the bassist. Sergio Salvatore is on piano and Edwin Livingston on bass in “If You Only Knew.” In all cases, the drummer is Jones, one of Delfeayo Marsalis’s mentors, a towering presence in this satisfying album. Marsalis has had an effective career as a producer. At forty-one, stepping out from behind the scenes, he seems more than ready for the spotlight.

I told you more than a year ago about Hinesight, pianist Harold Danko’s terrific trio tribute to Earl Hines. It’s high time that I mentioned Danko’s quite different quintet CD called Oatts and Perry. That is the title because of Danko’s admiration for alto saxophonist Dick Oatts and tenor saxophonist Rich Perry, his colleagues since their days together in the Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra.
Quiet as it is bafflingly kept, Oatts and Perry are two of the most resourceful, inventive and stimulating soloists in jazz, and have been for more than two decades. Finally, Danko assembled them in a studio with bassist Michael Formanek and drummer Jeff Hirshfield and produced one of the best jazz albums of 2006. The repertoire consists of classics by Romberg, Coltrane, Monk, Sam Jones, Thad Jones, Horace Silver, and Danko’s own jazz standard, “Tidal Breeze.” In an age of soundalikes, Oatts’ and Perry’s styles are contrasting, compatible and full of easily identifiable individuality. Their work in ensemble and in solo on Monk’s “I Mean You” is some of the happiest playing I’ve heard in a long time. Indeed, the entire collection radiates enjoyment and satisfacton. Fortunately, although the emphasis in Oatts and Perry is on the saxophonists, Danko allots himself plenty of solo time. The Rifftides staff recommends this CD and, while we’re at it, applauds Steeplechase for leaving ten seconds of silence between tracks, time for mental adjustment.

In their seventeen years in the Dave Brubeck Quartet and when they occasionally got together in the decade before Paul Desmond’s death, the pianist and the alto saxophonist loved to play “These Foolish Things.” The song presented lyrical and harmonic possibilities that Brubeck and Desmond never tired of exploring. It was part of their standard fare in quartet concerts, and they included it in their superb but strangely little-noticed Duets album.
A “new” version of “These Foolish Things” more than eight minutes long has surfaced on video. The occasion was a concert in Rome in 1959. Desmond, Brubeck and bassist Eugene Wright all have excellent two-chorus solos. From the look on his face as he wraps up his solo, this was one of those times when Desmond approved of what he had just played. The camera angle during Wright’s solo allows a sustained look at the hand-in-glove relationship between the bassist and drummer Joe Morello. To see and hear the performance, go here. Fans of harmonic surprises may enjoy the modulation from E-flat to E in the coda.

As far as I know, only one governor of a state was fathered by a professional jazz musician. Today’s Boston Globe has a long story by Sally Jacobs about Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick and his father Pat, the late saxophone and flute star of the Sun Ra Arkestra. Jacobs explores the effect on the young man of his father’s abandonment of the family and of the eventual wary reconciliation between father and son. The on-line version of the article contains a built-in video clip and links to several recorded performances, including one by John Coltrane with Pat Patrick as a member of the ensemble, and Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames doing “Yeh Yeh,” the elder Patrick’s hit composition. To read the story and hear the music, click here.

Moving right along, then, we discuss three more recent CDs.
Andy Martin-Jan Lundgren, How About You? (Fresh Sound). When virtuosos meet, they sometimes shed more competitive heat than creative light. Trombonist Andy Martin and pianist Jan Lundgren listen to one another, interact and produce thoughtful music even when, like their version of “Yesterdays,” it is at a tempo few metronomes can track. The results were gratifying on their previous encounter, It’s Fine…It’s Andy!. They are even more rewarding in this venture in co-leadership. Lundgren, Martin, bassist Chuck Berghofer and drummer Joe La Barbera are on equal virtuosic footing and the same musical wave length. Inspired by Frank Rosolino, the trombonist has range, finesse and power to match his hero’s, but legato quality, full sound, phrasing and humor that are his own. Lundgren, who sometimes expends his energies in blander projects, is at the crest of his artistry here, quite simply one of the most complete jazz pianists at work today. Their repertoire, a dozen classic songs, could hardly be in greater contrast to the modal and other outside forms that dominate much of today’s improvised music. Their succinct expressions of creativity within the song form are unlikely to be surpassed, no matter how many choruses may be devoted to the effort.
Soweto Kinch, A Life In The Day Of B 19: Tales Of The Tower Block (Dune). The music connects, disrupts or merges with–depending on your point of view–episodes of an ironic hip-hop drama about ambition and fame in the world of rap. The production is well done, as is the music, which has a supporting role. Young British alto saxophonist Kinch and trumpeter Abram Wilson are impressive in their playing and their acting. BBC newswoman Moira Stewart is a knockout as the narrator. When the final track, “The House That Love Built,” ended, I was left wishing that there had been more of that piece’s astringent instrumentalism. But Kinch’s avowed goal is to take jazz to the hip-hop generation, an admirable plan. Jazz listeners may find something of interest in his cross-pollenization.
Dick Johnson, Star Dust & Beyond: A Tribute to Artie Shaw (Crazy Scot). In 1983 when Artie Shaw organized his first big band in three decades, he left his clarinet in retirement and hired Dick Johnson to be the front man. Johnson was not another Shaw–no one has equaled Shaw’s brilliance–but he was an accomplished clarinetist, a thoroughgoing musician and a good leader. He headed the Shaw band for twenty-four years. In this CD, he is featured with seventeen top Boston-area sidemen and two sidewomen, splendid new arrangements by Robert Freedman and Jay Branford, and a vintage Sonny Burke chart, “Anniversary Song,” from the 1940s Shaw book.
Freedman wrote ten of the fourteen arrangements, including a revision of the classic Shaw treatment of “Star Dust.” It includes an orchestration of Shaw’s clarinet chorus from the original, in all of recorded music one of the greatest solos on any instrument. The “& Beyond” of the album title is an indicator that this is not a ghost band rehash. Bill Evans’s “Waltz For Debby” and Blue Mitchell’s “Fungii Mama” are on the menu along with standard songs, and originals by Johnson. I should mention the high quality of soloing by all hands. The CD was produced as a labor of love by a small foundation, but in every respect–production, sound and packaging–it is a first-class project. It even departs from common album practice and identifies the musicians in the photographs.

We continue our doomed effort to catch up with even a small percentage of the CDs washing over the market in a volume that makes the Missoula floods seem puny.
Matt Wilson’s Arts & Crafts, Scenic Route (Palmetto). Despite, or because of, the side trips, the peripatetic drummer and his quartet cover a lot of territory…and time. The title tune might be a John Kirby or Raymond Scott transcription from 1939, “25 Years of Rootabagas” a gospel hymn and “Feel The Sway” a stop at a 1970s ashram. Along the way, there are memorials to Thelonious Monk, Ornette Coleman, Dewey Redman, Albert Ayler and John Lennon, pieces by Pat Metheny and Bobby Hutcherson, and a gorgeous version of “Tenderly” featuring trumpeter Terell Stafford. Pianist Gary Versace doubles on organ and accordian, bassist Dennis Irwin on clarinet. This is music that pulls off the neat trick of being both adventurous and accessible.
Ornette Coleman, Sound Grammar (Sound Grammar). This is the Coleman CD I missed when it came out in 2006, the one that made most of the best-of lists at year’s end. On alto saxophone, the 75-year-old iconoclast is as endearing as ever with his sweet tone, exclamatory cries and bluesy asides. In “Turnaround,” one of his best-known pieces, he achieves the kind of drama he did throughout his 1965 At The Golden Circle albums. In a rare instance of his quoting a standard song, he incorporates a phrase from “If I Loved You,” a nice touch. The other members of his quartet are his son Denardo on drums, and two bassists, one who plucks, one who bows. That instrumentation results in sonic mush at times, but it doesn’t take the edge off Coleman’s charming work on alto. His trumpet and violin playing are better than they used to be.
Zoot Sims, Zoot Suite (High Note). There was a time when I sat around hoping that sooner or later the postman would bring the next new Zoot Sims album. Sims has been gone since 1985, so that hope evaporated long ago but, mirabile dictu (that’s Latin for “boy, am I surprised”), there is a new Zoot Sims album. Not a reissue. New. Never before released. Even better, it has one of Zoot’s, and my, favorite rhythm sections; pianist Jimmy Rowles, bassist George Mraz and drummer Mousey Alexander. The only information High Note discloses about the time and place is that the live date was “from a Caribbean appearance in 1973.” Zoot plays brilliantly on tenor and soprano saxophones. Indeed, all hands are in top form in a selection of tunes nearly half of which are by Duke Ellington. Two by Fats Waller include “Jitterbug Waltz,” fast and irresistible. Rowles and Mraz outdo themselves in solo on “Honeysuckle Rose.” The entire CD is a romp. The only problem is that the recording is, as they say in Brazil, desafinado. The humid Carribean air attacking the piano or the tape recorder may have been to blame. Tunes intended to be in the key of F, for instance, end up somewhere between F-sharp and G-flat. But the playing is so exhilirating that the listener willling to mentally adjust for the ill-tempered clavier will be lavishly rewarded.
Jaki Byard, Sunshine Of My Soul (High Note). Not to be confused with the 1967 Byard trio CD of the same name, this is a previously unissued 1978 solo piano peformance from San Francisco’s Keystone Korner. One of the great jazz pianists of the second half of the twentieth century, Byard was an eclectic, a master of many styles melded into profound personal expression, a wry humorist of the keyboard. He displays astonishing range here, from rock-solid stride to whimsical takes on free jazz. He pours passion into a medley of Charles Mingus tunes, makes of “Spinning Wheel” a kaleidoscope, and imparts so many moods to an eight-and-a-half-minute “Besame Mucho” that the piece becomes a suite. The album includes six of Byard’s intriguing compositions. Like the Sims CD, this comes as a welcome surprise. Who knew that we might be treated to a new Jaki Byard discovery. If you don’t laugh at least once during “European Episodes,” seek help.

Rifftides reader Mel Narunsky wrote concerning the posting about the Paul Desmond-Jim Hall Irish album that didn’t get made:

Here’s one wonderful “holiday” record that did get made:
Good Friday Blues by the Modest Jazz Trio (Jim Hall, Red Mitchell and Red Kelly) back in 1960. If anyone finds a copy of this, pounce on it. I wish I still had mine.

Mr. Narunsky’s message prompted a quest by the Rifftides research staff. They discovered, to their surprise and delight, that the classic album by two Reds and a Jim has been reissued, disguised under the title of another rare session. Drummer Chico Hamilton recorded Blues on the Rocks with Hall and bassist George Duvivier in 1956. Good Friday Blues and Blues on the Rocks are on one CD; engaging early work by the guitarist and four equally distinguished colleagues. Pounce, indeed. It’s hard to know how long this gem will remain in print.