Jazz Fest 6

We got an early start, 3:30 for the line at Wilson Hall, GEVA to hear VickiKristinaBarcelona. We were enthralled by their performance of Tom Wait’s repertoire as they envisioned  it. From instrumentation to attire down to their stage presence they presented a carefully put together performance that kept us pinned for the entire hour. Read Jeff Spevak’s review at this link (it takes you to all the City Jazz Blog posts).  Once again we enjoyed the use of GEVA for  a venue even if it is a bit away from the center of activity (15 minute walk to Jazz Street Stage).

Following the performance we took that walk and paused for some truck side food on Main St (Marty’s Brisket) before entering Eastman Theater for Marc Cohn with The Alabama Blind Boys. We had seats in the center of the loge in the second row, right behind an annoying family of three with a bored restless child and a mother who could not stay put for more than 30 seconds. [rant on]I do not understand why parents spend so much money for tickets to bring children into a performance of this nature without preparing them for appropriate behavior. I also want to remind people that a concert venue is not your living room. There are others who paid the same ticket price who are afflicted by your behavior. [rant off] . The interaction between the Blind Boys and Marc was wonderful with Marc joining in their gospel and with them supporting Marc’s own numbers. When they wrapped the set after almost an hour and 45 minutes we were surprised at how much time had passed.  Please read Frank DeBlase at the link above for a more detailed review.

Down the stairs and across the street to Max to hear Audrey Ochoa on trombone with bass and drums making up her trio. I really enjoyed her trombone work once she settled into the performance. Initially her playing felt stiff to me and made me uncomfortable. Her stage presence contributed to a sense of unease. However her playing smoothed out and I was enjoying the performance without a lot of excitement when Carol decided she had had enough and it was time to move down the street to the Jam. So we did. 

We arrived as John Nugent took the stage for a couple of numbers with Bob Sneider. This was followed by Bob’s son on trombone and then by more students. It was approaching midnight and there did not appear to be any Festival performers in line to play so we headed home.

The Plan:  Lionel Loueke &Raul Midn in Kilbourn; Harold Mabern Trio at Max; KIandace Springs Temple Building (haven’t been there yet);Thomas Backman at Lutheran Church. The order is definitely subject to change and as always the word on the street will lead to changes.  

Will look for you on The Street

Jazz Fest 5

OMG we are at the midpoint of the Festival! Already! 

Yesterday we “only” went to 4 concert venues. We lined up early – 3:30 – to get wrist bands for Bria Skonberg in Kilbourn Hall at 6.  By 4 we were back on the street  relaxing in the sun listening to  a couple of local high school jazz bands. At some point we had had enough bad intonations – don’t get me wrong they are wonderful groups and the opportunity for them to perform in a major venue is priceless, BUT they are high school bands and we have lived through our own children and grandchildren, they do make mistakes – and we drifted away to get in line to get our favorite seats in Kilbourn. 

Bria and her quartet mesmerized us. She performs on trumpet and she sings. This does not say enough, she owns the trumpet and her voice must be heard live to appreciate it. Her dynamic range is as broad as any I can remember. Her soft notes essentially prevent the audience from breathing for fear of missing anything (more later) and she ranges well up into the loudest without ever being excessive. Her group were also wonderful, it was thrilling to watch her enjoy their performances when she stepped out of the center or hunkered down to get out of the line of sight of the bass player. Read Frank DeBlase in City for more. While there read his take on the Willows who we wrapped the evening with.

We ran out on to the Street to get in line for Adam Ben Ezra in Max, this show was starting in 45 minutes! Carol had food with her and I grabbed some street food (Louisiana style blackened chicken) to eat while in line. We ate as the line moved and tossed the remains into a trash barrel as we approached the entrance. Saying Ben Ezra is a Bass player places far to many limits on him. He is a musical force wrapped around a Double Bass. In some respects he might be considered a “one trick pony” but oh what a “trick.” He plays the bass strings, the body as percussion and works around it using a wide variety of electronics to layer sound upon sound, all the layers controlled by foot paddles to create massive walls of sound or single instrument sounds. At one point he set all of this in motion with several bass lines running and put down the bass to move to the piano which he played beautifully to complete the soundscape.  As he lifted his hands from the keys the entire structure went silent.  Ron Netsky has a review of this performance, scroll down on the link above to get his take.

We dropped in on Djabe in the Big Tent but did not feel the need to stick around, we have heard them before and while they were good the Tent was packed and we wanted to hear the Willows in Max so we got in line, again. They sing close harmony and they are wonderful to listen to for a while. Carol got antsy because they seemed a bit too precious (my word not hers). They are dancers as well, but their attempt to include dance in the repertoire was limited by lack of stage space and the choice of clothing preventing freedom of movement. We walked after about 30 minutes. DeBlase’s write up above is much more favorable, I see his point.

I went on to the Jam Session with limited expectations and found Bob Sneider back in control. As I entered the bar I noted Bria standing near with her trumpet case in hand, I got hopeful. I greeted her and thanked her for the marvelous performance which got me a smile. 30 or 40 minutes later Bob called her to the stage with her drummer and pianist. She took command of the audience first with Bye Bye Blackbird. The bar is a noisy place. She lowered her volume to a point of almost silent and the bar crowd stopped talking and listened hard. she brought it back up and the conversation level resumed. She played another number forgive me for not having the name – it was a standard – and called it a night, so did I.

Tonight’s plan: VickiKristinaBarcelona at Max at 5:30; Audrey Ochoa at Max either at 6:15 or 10 and Marc Cohn and the Blind Boys of Alabama at 8 in Eastman Theater. 

For those in attending “See you on the Street”

Day 3 is Past

Another sun filled warm day for jazz Fest had us on the street at 3:30 to pick up wrist bands for Stefon Harris Blackout in Kilbourn Hall. Although it is Harris’ band it really was an equal partnership among Piano, Bass, Sax and Drums. Harris on Vibes and Marimba often at the same time set the tone.  Frank DeBlase says it better than I can. We drifted out of Kilbourn to pick up dinner at Java before venturing on to Lutheran Church for what may have been the surprise of the night Jostien Guldbransen on stage played an hour of straight ahead Jazz in a venue noted for the experimental avant gard and often difficult to follow music. It worked and we loved it. 

We left heading toward Christ Church where the organ was to be heard for the first time at the Jazz Fest, but we got sidetracked by the sounds of Klezmer wafting from the Big Tent. After looking at the food options outside the tent we were drawn in and found ourselves sitting with friends for the hour of delightful Klezmer by MIchael Winograd and the Honorable Mentshn .  Unfortunately we got to talking and did not pay close attentshn.

We moved on out to get in line at Max for Scot Robinson Quartet. We scored seats at the front and center table with new Jazz Street friends. Robinson looks like a comic character in is music vest and hat made of worn out sax reeds. He seemed not quite in focus until he picked up the sax and with no preamble laid us back in our seats with the opening from a Beatles song. Sax wailing solo. From there it  just kept getting better. Keyboard player Helen Sung was extraordinary  on piano and then she powered up the Hammond organ which was wonderful.  
The drum and bass were also fine pairing with Robinson. They started their last number after the 11 PM closing and most of the audience stayed on.  We elected to skip the Jam session  at Hyatt and went straight to the apartment.

The Plan (is fuzzier than usual):  Kilbourn Hall at 6 for Bria Skonberg;  7 the Temple Building for the Yellowjackets (not related to the U of R); 7:45 Hatch for Adam Ben Ezra; and 10 Max for The Willows. Somehow we also want to hear Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio and Djabe. Watch for the actual tomorrow.

 

Day 2 , on to Day 3

Last night went from the sublime to the awful back to the sublime. We got in line early to await the performance of Tommy Smith and Peter Johnstone in Hatch Hall. We met old friends, mostly Jazz Fest line friends and had an enjoyable hour wait in the sun on Main Street. The performers are two members of Scottish National jazz Orchestra (SNJO) which had performed the night before and part of which were performing at the same time – more about that later. Here is Ron Netsky’s review of that performance. I totally agree, both Carol and I were entranced by the entire performance. I remember a similar use of the piano with saxophone from 2 years ago when we took our grandson Avi to a sax workshop during the festival, and later saw the effect used in concert at the Lyric.

We floated out of the hall to get dinner while waiting for Patti LaBelle in Eastman Theater main stage. There was lots of excitement and most of the crowd were clearly not Club Pass holders. I looked at the stage and started to worry about what was to come. It was full of more “stuff” than necessary to back up a fine singer. My fears were justified as LaBelle took the stage. She can barely move anymore and whoever setup the sound seemed intent on masking anything other than her impossibly wonderful high notes in loud muddy bass. I like strong bass that makes me rattle, but in this case it was just mud. I tried turning my hearing aids off, I tried linking into the theater’s excellent hearing loop, I looked at Carol and the next time the audience got to its feet in response to even louder bass and shrieks from Patti we clambered over the people between us and the aisle leaving our excellent seats and too much money for the street. See DeBlase  for his take. Carol says that was not the Patti LaBelle she remembers from the ’80s.

We skipped the crowd in front of the Jazz Street Stage (Bonerama – again) by taking the alley through to Swan to get to Christ Church to hear Empirical, Sax, Vibraphone, Bass and Drums. For a change this group worked well with the sound in the cavernous stone chamber of the church. We enjoyed the balance of their set and got to chatting with Jazz Street friends, the lady of the couple is our former dental hygienist, and we were forced to take the back door out of the church which put us on Lawn Street just across from Montage without having to fight the crowds by the Chestnut Street Stage.

Here was a sextet from the SNJO minus one. The pianist was busy playing at Hatch, so they found a local sit in – Bill Dobbins! It seemed a reasonable substitution 🙂 When we got there it was SRO so we stood. The show was listed as an Art Blakey tribute and it was great to hear an hour of straight jazz standards well played and clearly enjoyed both by the performers and the audience. 

I walked Carol home and I went on to the jam session. Sat with Jacob again and had most of a beer while listening to more straight jazz standards. The highlight was the sax player from LaBelle’s group who really let loose. Clearly there were fine musicians in the group, I just get angry watching choreographed up, down, side to side march around the stage shit. Can you tell I really disliked that performance?

Today’s Plan: Stefon Harris & Blackout at Kilbourn; Jostien Gulbrandsen at Lutheran Church; Scott Robinson Quartet at Max. There are others on the list for tonight but as always it depends on how we feel about the venue we are in and the word from others we talk to.

Look to see you on “The Street” or in your responses to the post.

On to Day 2

We wrapped up our 55th anniversary day with  a few good sets. Jake Shimabukuro at Geva Wilson stage was phenomenal. He had been one of our favorite performers of all time when he last performed  in Rochester eight years ago. In the intervening time he has grown in stage presence and in musicality . The line to pick up wrist bands at 4 PM was already long at 3:30, for a 5:30 performance. It seemed that everyone we spoke to had heard him 8 and 9 years ago and couldn’t wait to hear him again. No one was disappointed. The only problem I see was having this very high exciting performance for the first show of the night and the first show of the Festival. 

We wandered over to the corner of East and Chestnut that has been a parking lot since they tore down the Regent Theater (probably 30 years ago). It was opened up and ringed with food trucks and vendor booths and tables in the middle. We ate to the sound of Bonerama on the Chestnut Street Stage. We were far enough away to be able to converse yet still hear the sound of too many trombones and a Sousaphone. We eventually made our way into Eastman Theater for Steve Gadd Band. We were still jumping from Jake and the cool melodious jazz coming off the stage was not sufficient to get us moving again. As the set progressed they moved up tempo and Steve’s drum rides with his son Duke backing him started to take off. He is a great drummer, but we wanted more.

We left the theater after the show and were surprised to be able to get into Max for Sasha Berliner Quartet. The vibraphone work was wonderful, but we were still under Jake’s thrall and wanted more. Thus we left at about 10:35 and headed for the Hyatt Jam Session with Karl Stabinau on Sax in the lead. We stuck around long enough to hear the Leo Richardson Quartet take the stage for a set (they were featured at Christ Church – Made in the UK). I’m not sure whether it was better hearing them in the close and noisy quarters of the Jam or in the echoing vastness of the church. Two members of Bonerama came on stage, the Sousaphone and a trombone. after that we decided that was altogether enough for night 1.

Leo Richardson Quartet
Trombone and Sousaphone sitting in

The Plan: Peter Johnstone & Tommy Smith at Hatch Recital Hall at 5:45; Patti Labelle at the main stage in Eastman Theater (I know it is Kodak Hall at Eastman Theater, but really!!) then maybe SNJO (Scottish National Jazz Orchestra) sextet at Montage, or The Empire Strikes Brass in the Big Tent. Maybe both.

Jazz Fest: Day 1 and other thoughts

Not to compete with Carol who just put up her latest post but today is a very special day. 55 years ago on a Sunday, Father’s Day, the first day of summer we were married. Some would say: How can you go about your usual day on such an important anniversary? I am headed off to lunch with my Monroe High Class of 1960 reunion committee leaving Carol to do her thing until 3:15 when we will head out to get in line for the line to get in to hear Jake Shimabukuro for the third time. The answer is we live as if every day is special as indeed they have been for 55 years. 

We celebrate in so many ways. Last night we had a magnificent dinner at a new restaurant, Native Eatery and Bar.  We will  burn way to much energy for 9 nights of Jazz Fest, tonight, after Jake, we will make our way to Eastman Theater for Steve Gadd Band and I expect we will end up at the jam Session at the Hyatt. Things will calm down after Jazz Fest with visitors from California, the Muellers, and then two nights in the Berkshires with the Londons from RI. The biggest, grandest celebration will be in December when we will travel with the entire family to Morocco. 

But first the jazz Fest! Still not sure what we will do between 6:30 and 8:00, There are many good performances we could sample if we can get in. Certainly after Gadd we could try to get in to Max for Sasha Berliner Quintet or Scott Sharard in the Big Tent. Watch for my post tomorrow with a report and the plan for tomorrow night.

 

Jazz Fest is Coming

We have been busy since coming back from Brown. We have had get togethers with friends and family, Meetings and events where we have seen people who we seldom see even when we are in town and doctor appointments. Oy! are we good at filling time with those. It seems that since we retired many years ago now, we have replaced work time with doctor time. Or maybe I’m just imagining that. 

I think we have it all under control now, not that we are going to be having fewer appointments, but we have a plan. After all we are in Rochester and have only three months to catch up with the medical people we have here before we return to our west coast medical team. 

Starting Friday June 21, our 55th Anniversary, we will spend every minute from 4:30 PM until ?? attending Jazz Festival concerts and jam sessions for 9 nights. We will celebrate the anniversary with a performance by Jake Shimabkuro https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gaWuadgL3g This video has been around for a while, I may have even posted it in the past so here is another I haven’t posted https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bj-Js1fp4y8  (not exactly what you expect to hear on Ukulele). Then we have main stage tickets for Steve Gadd Band.  That is just the beginning. Stay tuned as I report on what we plan and how I respond to what we actually attend. 

Last night we went with Joyce and Victor to Finger Lakes Chamber Music Festival performance at Hunt Country Winery. The Abel Family Quartet with Richard Clark, viola, played two rarely heard quintets, one by Beethoven and the other by Dvorak. The performances were delightful and it was a joy to hear these two pieces performed live in an intimate setting.  We hope to attend more of the festival performances as the season progresses. The two Hunt Country Reds I had were not first choice for me (Alchemy and Classic Red).  While there a former student of Carol’s spotted her and came over to say hi.

Lest you worry we are short changing ourselves on a BIG celebration I will note that in December we are taking the entire family to Morocco on an Overseas Adventure Travel trip that will be just our family. Carol and I will follow that trip with a brief stay in Jerusalem before flying on to Ethiopia for a two week tour with Joyce and Victor. Oh, before that we are booked on a trip to Egypt in September including a Nile River Cruise. Between those two trips we will drive across the country, yet again. We are hoping to vary the route since we haven’t done this in the Fall before. So much for not planning ahead.

 

 

Reunions Past

We are back in Rochester for some extended time now. Reunions are behind us and Jazz Fest is just around the corner (did I really say that?) 

Brown Reunion, my 55th, was a great weekend. The class had two dinners and a lovely luncheon. Given our advancing age the parties seemed to peter out by 9:30. I don’t think anyone went to the Campus Dance on Friday night. It is 9 PM to 1 AM and it is outdoors on the College Green – chilly. There were many forums on Saturday. We went to a presentation on 50 Years of Dance at Brown. That started 5 years after I graduated. It was wonderful hearing how a dance program started in the English Department! I took time out to get fitted in my cutaway for my role as a Class Marshal for the Commencement the next day. Later Carol and I went to the Jabberwoks 70th Reunion presentation. this has been the longest standing acapella  group. They had performances by members from each decade since the 50’s. 

Commencement is a walk through the Van Wickle gate which opens in at the beginning of the academic year and opens out for the graduates to leave at the close of the year. After the Corporate and Academic procession, before the graduating class, the Alumni march through the gate, the eldest first. This year the eldest was back for her 80th reunion. she was alone at 102 years old.

Here I am ready to join the other three Class Marshals for 1964 in the Commencement Parade. Each class peels off to the curb eldest to youngest down College Hill. The last class through was the 2019 graduates.  Once they were past us we inverted the parade and passed through all the younger classes to great roaring and high fives as we passed each group.  It is always exciting to participate. It is also tiring as we were standing in the heat for over 2 hours and the cutaway outfit certainly was not designed in a hot weather area. 

We had a lovely dinner with the Londons that evening and prepared to drive to Boston for the day on Monday. We visited the MFA for a few hours – barely time to scratch the surface – and then went on the nephew Ross, Kristin and kids for another kind of reunion before returning to Providence for one more night in the lovely VRBO apartment we had rented. We rose in the morning and began the drive to Rochester with a planned stop to visit my Uncle Josh in Syracuse just a couple of days before his 94th birthday. We had a lovely lunch he made from food he ordered from Wegmans and then proceeded back to Rochester, finally abandoning the Interstate and taking US 20 from Skaneatles to Canandaigua before resuming the Thuway and Interstates for the last few miles. 

We got back in time for Carol to attend the 50th anniversary of Visual Studies Workshop where she got her MFA in 1991. It was another walk into the past and the photographers there and represented there were among the greatest names in photography. The late Nathan Lyons, founder of the Workshop, was feted and honored and the weekend concluded, for us, with a visit to the George Eastman Museum which has a massive retrospective of Nathan’s work including his last works where he started working in digital color!

Since then we have been catching up with reorganizing the apartment and letting Carol have rest time to aid her healing. 

 

A Graduation and Return to Rochester

We stayed at KOA in Charlottesville rather than climb the mountain road and park the coach for just a few days. Although I am not a KOA fan, this place is excellent. The site was level, roomy and when I determined that the 50 amp outlet was not working they had a tech on the site within 30 minutes, on Sunday afternoon! who installed a new breaker and got us going. 

The primary reason for stopping in C’ville was that our grandson Alexander was graduating from Piedmont Valley Community College to go on as a Junior at University of Virginia next year. We got to see him “walk” and had a fine dinner and gathering with the family including Malena’s Mom, for which Carol and I were both grateful. Here are two pictures taken from way off with my phone of an almost recognizable blur taking his walk.

The next day we set out for Rochester with a planned stop at Shangri-La by the Creek in Milton PA, just over half way. This is a familiar stop for us as it is just the right distance for an easy break. As I was solo driver, the break was more important than usual. Fair weather a pleasant surroundings led us to extend for a second night so we could transfer most of the stuff we needed into the car before getting to Rochester. 

Another uneventful drive brought us to the storage spot I had rented in Victor NY. We completed the transfers and secured Geewhiz for longer term storage and got in the car as an impending rain storm finally broke over our heads. We left that storm behind as we crossed the ridge into the Rochester area and pulled into the parking lot only to find that the one elevator was stuck. I carried the frozen and refrigerator items up the steps to the 4th floor and stashed them in the appropriate places in the refrigerator then sat with Carol and others waiting for the maintenance team to get the elevator working. We were assured that in recent months there had not been any problem with the new system, it quit just as we arrived. An hours wait saw the elevator restored to service and we unloaded the car into the apartment and a day later we are still sorting and storing. 

Carol has been recovering from her broken hip on a steady pace. She won’t be climbing any mountains in the near future, but she is getting around better each day. It is hard for her to see the improvements, but they are visible to me and I keep encouraging her. We are off to Brown Reunion on Thursday and will partake in whatever activities we can. For some reason I booked through Monday so I am not sure when we will return to Rochester as the last events of the weekend are on Sunday. 

 

 

10, 20, 30, 40

Yes I can count by tens. 

As planned, Dan arrived Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning we picked Carol up at Highlands and returned to the coach at El Paso Roadrunner RV Park to begin the journey East. Our destination was open as we rolled out on I 10. We could either drive to Rochester as planned taking about 6 days or head to Charlottesville for grandson Alexander’s graduation from Community College with an associates degree. In either event we needed to take I 20 from its beginning on I 10. We stopped that first night in Monahans Sand Hills State Park, a park Carol and I have visited several times. We arrived after 7 PM and made dinner and took a short walk on the dunes. Up early and heading East on I 20. 

We entered Dallas at rush hour with me driving. Actually between Fort Worth and Dallas we turned on to I 30 bound for Texarkana. Actually we stopped in Greenville TX and Elks Lodge 703. The promised site with hookups was really at Cash RV Park 6 miles south of the lodge. It was not terrible and it was cheap. Leaving Greenville in the rear view mirror we finally left Texas for Arkansas. In Little Rock we exchanged I 30 for I 40 which brought us into Tennessee, just barely. For kicks we stayed the night at Graceland RV Park at the end of Lonely Street. Again we saw nothing other than that they tore down the Heart Break hotel at the corner of Lonely Street to build a parking lot.  Someplace in there we settled on Charlottesville as the destination.

We crossed Tennessee in a day stopping the night at Raccoon Valley  SKP Park just outside Knoxville. We have stopped at this park a few times in the past. Sunday morning we got up determined to make Charlottesville. We finally left behind I 40 and ran I 81 to I 64 to end in Charlottesville 1,892.6 miles later. Dan drove about half of those miles starting with never having driven the coach. It was a pleasure and a relief to have him as a wonderful co-driver. I doubt that Carol and I could have gotten cross country without his help. All that remains is two days from Charlottesville to Rochester leaving on Friday. 

Seeing the World/Seeing North America