My misery continued as I found myself on the back row with the rigging
maintaining the Big Top precisely between me and the legend; literally the
worst seat in the house and after buying the ticket in December shortly after
they went on sale.
At a sprightly seventy five Corea’s fingers are still incredibly nimble.
Solely in terms of musicianship, I put him behind Art Tatum and Oscar Peterson
and as an artist I have him in the top half dozen living Jazz artists. His trio
- Eddie Gomez on bass and Brian Blade on
drums - need no recommendation from me and they didn't disappoint.

It's a genuine trio with each leading seemingly simultaneously but it
all making total sense, while maintaining the solo order of piano, bass, drums,
his embellishments ensuring nothing became boring or tedious.
A bowed bass confirmed Spain as the encore and the
singalong at the beginning all began to make sense. More than a little naff for
my liking and a shame that an artist of this stature feels the need for a party
piece, which could reduce him in the eyes of many to that Jazz bloke who made Spain.
Some loved it, I liked it but many didn't, which I think was a case of
expectations. As these giants age it becomes a balance between homage and can
they still play? He certainly can, but any changing of the world was completed
decades ago and isn't necessarily going to transfer in a giant tent at a Jazz
Festival in 2017.
Steve
T.
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