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From the moment that BSH announced to its readers the advance notice of this gig there was a buzz in the air, an eager anticipation that this was going to be out of this world. And it was.
Call me a romantic if you will but methinks that the almighty claps of thunder that shook the residential foundations of Tyneside this morning were in fact the Gods themselves saying thank you for last night's concert.
From the off everything gelled. Jackie McClean's Bird Lives saw the trio slotting a whole load of Parker phrases into the solos. It was hard to comprehend how a drummer-less trio could have such power.
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Foot back on the accelerator for Benny Golson's Stablemates, If I Were a Bell, the hottest version of After You've Gone since Art Pepper's Straight Life before the set closed with Everything Happens to me (I make a date for golf ...).
A special mention of the Ho twins. Booted and suited their
playing was as immaculate as their attire. On bass, Oscar made every note count, cool and laid back. On piano, Edgar played some of the best jazz piano I'd heard since Oscar Peterson was in his prime. However, whereas Oscar had a Bösendorfer Grand at his disposal Edgar had to make do with the house Nord Stage 2 keyboard which is like going into a penalty shoot-out in your bare feet against Jordan Pickford.
Nevertheless, he was still great.
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Cedar Walton's Martha's Prize; Ornithology/How High the Moon; Softly as in a Morning Sunrise; Skylark and, finally, Singin' in the Rain.
It wasn't raining but if it had been, I'd have been like Gene Kelly in the movie - singin' and dancin' in the rain: Do, do-do-do, do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do etc... Lance
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