No plan stands confrontation with reality, not even a plan for one night of Jazz. As planned we started with Kenny Werner Trio in Kilbourn. We were transfixed and never got up to cross the street for Michael Weiss Trio in Max. We stopped for food, me on the Street, Rob’s Kabobs, and Carol brought her food from home. Next stop was Glory House and Under the Surface. We did not last through the first number! I think we must have seen this group years ago, maybe with a different name. The vocalist started with some weird noises and the percussionist had more bells and doodads to make noise with than I can classify. We left and moved on to unplanned Champian Fulton playing solo at Hatch Recital Hall. She was as wonderful as with her group the night before. So glad we heard her again.
We left before the end to get to Theater at Innovation Sq Where Ravi Coltrane and his trio were already blowing the walls out. Yes, he is the son of that Coltrane. He took his music from the standards, and went beyond. The drummer was superb both in accompanying Coltrane and in his solos. We stayed through the encore before bolting to go ??? The plan was Ranky Tanky at the Hyatt Regency Ballroom, but on the way out the Gracis strongly suggested Martin Taylor at Montage. We sort of decided to head for Michael Weiss Trio at Max, but as we were walking over we passed Montage and decided to here some guitar. The place was packed, SRO, so we stood in the back waiting for seating. After 30 minutes it became clear no one was leaving so reluctantly we headed home since we had been to five performances and we were tired.
Tonight’s picks were Carol’s work. I’ve just spent 30 minutes and the creation of a new spreadsheet to figure out how to get to the five venues we want to go to. Michael Weiss is at Hatch at 5:45 then off to the Temple for Lisa Fischer vocalist at 7. From there we are going to Melissa Aldana Quartet for some more sax at Kilbourn at 9. Wrapping with Dan Wilson at Kilbourn at 10. If we can fit it in there is Bill Warfield’s Hell’s Kitchen Funk in the Big Tent. I haven’t got a clue when we might get to eat. I suspect we might have to let go of Lisa Fischer to catch some air.
Watch this space tomorrow to see how it actually works.