Joshua
Redman (sax) , Aaron Goldberg
(piano), Reuben Rogers (bass) and Gregory Hutchinson (drums).
(Review by JC).
Almunecar is a very pretty coastal town
on the Costa Tropical in Southern Spain. One
thing it's famous for is being the town where Laurie Lee ended up after his
epic walk through the length of the country in 1936 with just a fiddle and a
loaf of bread in a knotted handkerchief on the end of a stick as luggage.
Unfortunately, he arrived in the middle of the Spanish civil war and things
were a bit dangerous as the next town along was on a different side to
Almunecar, so eventually he had to be rescued by the British navy. He later
wrote about his adventures in his book As
I walked Out One Midsummer Morning.
Although it is not reported whether Lee
played jazz on his fiddle, Almunecar's other claim to fame is that it has
hosted a stylish and quirky jazz festival for over 25 years. The location of
the concerts must be one of the coolest and most idyllic around as they take
place in wonderful tropical gardens beneath an old floodlit castle. The gardens
are full of palms and banana trees and there are pieces of interesting
sculpture dotted here and there. The open stage sits underneath the castle in
front of much tropical greenery and the musicians are sometimes accompanied by
squawky scat from cockatoos and parrots as they fly by. And it wouldn't be a
total surprise if a ring-tailed lemur was to swing down from the trees and have
a quick thrash on the drums ('Yo! lemur' as a recent visiting American musician
might say, hopefully not too many times).
There are rows of seats in front of the
stage for people who just want to listen to the music, while further back there
are tables with red lights (like an old style al fresco Ronnie Scott's) for
those who want to drink, talk and also listen. It all works perfectly.
As well as the Joshua Redman Quartet,
this year's programme offered Tord Gustavsen from Norway, Dave Holland, singer and
composer Zara McFarlane and Charles Lloyd, amongst others. Not a bad selection.
Redman and his colleagues were in great
form going straight into one of his own tunes played at full volume and pace.
Surprisingly the second tune was Summertime
('but not as you know it, Lance'). This one included a brilliant, fifteen
minute piano solo from Aaron Goldberg which crossed summertime with wintertime,
Greenwich Mean Time, time after time and the space/time continuum to dismantle
and reconstruct the original tune. The drummer had something to say about this
as well. When Redman came back in for his second solo he played a number of
beautiful Coltranesque phrases to return to the original tune, as well as managing
some exuberant leg kicks.
Impressively, Redman did his best to make
his announcements in Spanish although sometimes it drifted into Spanglish and
bits of French but the local crowd appreciated it, even if it meant I couldn't
understand most of it. So, picking up on the few words I could hear, it
appeared that the next tune was written by a rock band from New York, but turned out to be another fiery
jazz piece with no discernable rock features as far as I could tell. A number
of what seemed to be classical inspired pieces followed with incredibly elegant
solos from both Redman and Goldberg on piano. As the night went on the pieces
became more musically complex with one number having a long and intricate bass
intro before the rest of the band took on the theme and developed it further.
For one tune the piano player retired from view and Redman played an extended
solo intro, which included both more leg kicks but also, in amongst the torrent
of notes, what sounded like double bass sounds. I looked at Reuben Rogers to
see if his hands were moving but they were still resting on top of the bass, so
they had to be coming from the saxophone.
This was one of those red-hot, but at the
same time, cool bands who play with what appears to be such effortless technique
yet still seem to be really enjoying themselves. The crowd (and the cockatoos)
loved it and the band played an encore to a standing ovation. The happy crowd
then drifted off quietly into the balmy night for a glass of wine and some
tapas at a bar down by the beach. Nice.
JC
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