Iain Dixon (sax), Malcolm Edmonstone (piano), Mike Walker (guitar), Steve Watts (bass), Steve Brown (drums).
(Review by Steve T)
Insomuch as I still have (or ever had) such things, Mike Walker is probably the nearest thing I have to a current day Jazz hero. Normally I'm perfectly happy to chat with the stars and generally make an a$$ of myself, but I kept a reverential distance from him.
The first piece had the formidable sax/guitar frontline playing the head, the rest equally strong and we were straight into a Mike Walker solo, then alto, some tasty piano dipping in and out throughout. Bass solo and fours with sax, guitar and piano, Walker changing the sound each time with his box of tricks.
I couldn't quite follow the introductions but I know there was something from Kenny Wheeler which may or may not have been, as Dixon doing the announcements said, something we're all in which, given Bexit/Trump was a recurring theme throughout the festival, was probably the sh!t.
Ladies and/in Mercedes, All the Things You Are (I think), dazzling displays of virtuosity all round and drums prominent throughout. I Fall in Love Too Easily, some perfectly pitched brushwork behind lovely piano by Edmostone, depping for injured Les Chisnall and ending with extended lone sax before drums came clattering back in followed by piano and guitar, sax still blaring and my notes say it had transformed into (would you believe) All the Things you Are. Clearly starting to catch up with me.
Piano and drums dropped out leaving some extraordinary interplay between the remaining three when the sitting came back in and away it went again.
Passion Dance by Joe Henderson and I love it when the sax just goes and goes and keeps on going, the rest firing on all cylinders behind. A final, extended solo from Walker, a final dip into his box of tricks and the audience clearly in disbelief, after two days of amazing stuff, Iain Dixon almost unable to contain himself, though he must have heard it many times before. A Jazz- rock jam-out, which could have been Mahavishnu or Zappa at his Jazz-rockiest, though without the Hendrixesque excesses McLaughlin could be prone to on occasion.
Can you imagine missing that?, a lady in front said to me and I felt FDTs pain, more so than when he missed his tutors and more than when he missed his fellow students.
If you want to ensure your kids keep in touch with you, go to a Jazz Festival they'd give their right leg (retaining their playing arm) to be at.
Roll on next year.
Steve T.
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