Monday, September 21, 2009

Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis at the Hult Center, Eugene, September 17, 2009

Went to see the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra (or, as Wynton Marsalis his very own self said from the stage, the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra: is there a difference) last Thursday night at the Hult Center in swanky downtown Eugene.

Preamble: I don’t go to many concerts. I like music too much, and most concerts, at least of the rock variety, are pretty unmusical events, with lousy sound, noisy crowds, and harrowing atmosphere. Every once in a while I go to one, though, and as it happens this was my second time seeing the LCJO (or J@LCO). With Wynton Marsalis.

The first time was in 1995 or possible 1996, in the Marriott Center at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah. I was an undergrad there at the time. The concert, as I recall, was not very well promoted. I only found out about it a couple of days beforehand. I asked a couple of friends if they wanted to go, they said yes, and we bought tickets that afternoon. We got alarmingly good seats, for that late: not on the floor, but only a few rows up in the stands.

The warning signs were accurate, because when we showed up it turned out that almost nobody else did. In this college town of forty thousand or so, they hadn’t even sold out the floor. So everybody in the stands got to come down and sit on the floor. We got to sit in, if I recall, the second row. I was ashamed for my town, but also kinda glad.

And it was awesome. I didn’t know jazz from a hole in my head at that point, but I had a sort of ignorant worshipful reverence for it, particularly live, a seed that had been planted by reading Kerouac and watered by a summer full of jazz in Nagoya the year before (I saw Mukai Shigeharu, Yamashita Yôsuke, and Ônishi Junko in one glorious season). Tonight it… Well, let’s abandon that metaphor and just say it was a pretty damn electrifying concert that ended, if my memory serves me well, with Wynton and some of the other horns marching around the stage and the aisles in a sort of N’Awlins parade…

So, when Mrs. Sgt. T and I saw the ad for the performance in the Hult, we jumped on it.

A very different experience. The Hult is a nice place to see a concert: good acoustics, classy atmosphere, but with Eugene casualness and unpretentiousness. And the place was pretty full; not packed, but respectably populated. I didn’t feel alone, that’s for sure.

I know a little more about jazz at this point, but the tree is still kind of slender, not strong enough yet to really climb on to pick the higher-hanging persimmons. That is, I still managed to listen to them playing a slow bluesy thing in the middle and think it was a Mingus number, only to have Wynton explain afterwords that it was, in fact, a WC Handy blues. Dayum.

They were playing with us. In the first half, they did a song written by Fred Rogers. They followed this up with a Mingusy (I swear!) arrangement of “Itsy Bitsy Spider.” This was a highlight actually, marked by some really odd rhythms and intriguing combinations of instruments – piccolo and muted trumpet, for example.

But the climax of the show, inevitably, was when they pulled out some Ellington to end with. A magnificant rendition of “The Tattooed Bride,” particularly nailing the clarinet fantasia at the end – you think Eric Clapton invented that furious beginning/ethereal ending thing with “Layla”? Wrong. And they followed this up with “Portrait of Mahalia Jackson.” Sweet Jesus, that was nice. Pure gospel soul grind in the jazz idiom.

So: good show.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a great experience.

I love the way you write cousin. Such a way with words. -Brian