The Blind Boys of Alabama at Shannon Hall © SKepecs 2016 |
by Susan Kepecs
Twenty-sixteen, except for Smokey Robinsin
getting the Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song, and, of
course, the Cubs, was an absolute bust. The grim reaper took two of my family members
this year, yes he did. And if that’s not
enough for one 12-month span, the elephants, emboldened, have stocked the swamp
with nitwits and kleptocrats. It’s
enough to drive anyone to binge on booze, pop Prozac like peanuts, or jump head
first through the icy shards of late December Lake Mendota. But the arts,
without question, are restorative tonics, and here, in no particular order, is what zapped me out of my
slump this year:
Alonzo King’s LINES
Ballet returned to the Wisconsin Union Theater’s Shannon Hall, April 11. King’s a master deconstructivist
who strips the artifice from ballet and renders visible, with his marvelously
trained dancers, the full spectrum of its historical, spiritual, spatial, and musical
components. Two major works comprised
the bill. With Concerto for Two Violins (2013), King took the tremendous risk of
creating a new ballet to the eponymous Bach score that Balanchine used for his
most beloved work, Concerto Barocco
(1941). King’s vibrant, postmodern sense
of time and space pushed this ballet toward the future, but it was sprinkled liberally
with winking references to the twentieth century masterwork.
While Concerto comes from King’s formalist side, the other piece on the
program, Biophony (2015), with its score
of natural soundscapes recorded by Bernie Krause, author of the wonderfully
titled The Great Animal Orchestra: Finding the Origins of Music in the
World’s Wild Places (Back Bay Books, 2013), was organic, unchained, utterly
new – but also very balletic, filled with artifice-less saut de chats, coupe
jete turns and pirouettes. King’s dancers, moving to, through, and
around this ecological, endangered
score in their diaphanous threads, were like nature spirits – ancient ancestors
of the fairies and satyrs from nineteenth century Russian ballets.
Madison Ballet’s had a difficult year, kicked off by a
financial fiasco from which the organization’s
still recovering. But parts of
its Oct. 14-15 repertory program at the Bartell, “Black/White,” stood out. Three
short pas de deux extracted from Balanchine’s 1946 avant-garde Four Temperaments, set on the company by
Balanchine Trust répétiteur Michelle Gifford, are little gems, each revealing a
different facet of the master’s revolutionary neoclassical style. They were impeccably danced by Kristin Hammer
and Pablo Sanchez, Annika Reikersdorfer and Jacob Brooks, and Shannon Quirk and
Shea Johnson – testimony to the company’s resilience.
Reikersdorfer and Brooks © Kat Stiennon 2016 |
Also on the
“Black/White” bill, “2+3,” an ode to Balanchine by frequent guest choreographer
General McArthur Hambrick, popped with movement and light. And Johnson’s bravura variation in Madison
Ballet artistic director W. Earle Smith’s “Street" (2013) was a
show-stopper. Johnson swept through
space, tossing his hair, whipping off strings of pas de chats en tournant – you
could imagine him snorting fire as he flew through the air, like some ancient
mythological dancing beast.
The great Cuban
flautista Orlando “Maraca” Valle and his
Latin Jazz All Stars played Overture’s Capitol Theater on Oct 7, proving,
as always, that there’s no music like Cuban music, even when it
comes from an
international lineup. And what a lineup
it was – besides Maraca, Steve Turre on trumpet and conch shells, Robby Ameen
on drums, Orlando Poleo on congas, Mario Canonge on piano.
Press photo courtesy of Descarga Productions |
There were a
couple of small flies in the ointment. Milwaukee homeboy Brian Lynch, who was
listed on trumpet, didn’t make it – flights out of Miami, where he teaches,
were suspended due to Hurricane Matthew.
It’s almost not Cuban if there’s no trumpet, but the rest of the players
had so much saoco it turned out OK. And the first set suffered from an unfortunate sound mix – why does Overture always
over-mike?
Nevertheless the All Stars played some sexy tunes, mostly Maraca’s own
compositions – “Afro,” “Balada de Marzo,” “Danzon Siglo XXI.” And the second
set – sound problems resolved – was pure bliss: a long, lush fusion á la
Emiliano Salvador; an inspired arrangement of Miles Davis’ “All Blues,” with
Turre on shells; and, for the finale, the perfect homage to Cuba’s most famous,
longest-lived charanga, Orquesta Aragon – “Guajira con Tumbao.” A bailar.
The performance by the Blind Boys of Alabama with emerging gospel / R&B singer Liz Vice, at Wisconsin Union Theater's Shannon Hall on Dec. 1, was transformative. Vice and and her backup band on this tour
(Jackie Miclau on piano, Derek Winkley on drums) were a surprise – a triple
whammy of sparkling new talent. Vice, who started out in film, is a natural-born backbeat
diva. She plied her rich alto pipes on a
selection of tunes from her sole album to date, There is a Light (Ramseur Records, 2015), her songs interspersed with
simpatico stories about her unexpected career in music.
The Blind Boys themselves – their origins date to 1939 – are deacons of R&B-imbued, old
fashioned hard gospel. Only one of the
original Blind Boys, Jimmy Carter, 85, wearing dark shades and a burnished aura
of revered elder leadership, still tours with the band. “I don’t
know about you, but the Blind Boys came out here to have a good time
tonight! I gotta get up! Do you feel it? If you feel it lemme hear you say yeah! Alright!” he exhorts the crowd.
The rest of the Blind Boys cross-cut
generations, but their old school sound – the harmonies, the falsetto, the call
and response, the sheer, wailing joy – is the mother of black American music.
Ben Sidran’s Salon
for Secular Humanists, Arch Democrats, and Freethinkers – in its sixth
year at the Cardinal Bar, Tuesday happy hours June / August – has become one of
the city’s great
traditions, featuring a quartet of top-tier players: Sidran on
keys, Nick Moran on bass, Louka Patenaude on guitar and Todd Hammes on
percussion. “We’re beyond politics this
year,” Sidran says, announcing the philosophical shape of this summer’s
salon. “It’s all existentialism
now. The situation we have today, the
most radical thing we can do is be happy.”
Sidran's Salon © SKepecs 2016 |
The 2016 playlist was based on Sidran’s about-to-be-released album,
Picture Him Happy, which I think you
can only get at http://bensidran.com. These
are songs in pure groove, edged with razor-sharp intellect. Most were penned by Sidran, though Leo Sidran
co-wrote one, and a couple are by Mose Allison, who died this fall. The lyrics hit on Mose, Sisyphus, Trump, and
the ‘60s, epitomized in a tune called “College” that tells the true story of the
graying intellectuals packed into the Cardinal’s back room, boppin’ their
heads, tappin’ their feet.
As usual,
the Cardinal, that bright Bird of happiness, hosted more musical magic than anyplace
else in town, so here’s what else made my Greatest Hits list this year. On April 15, New York- based tenor
saxophonist Russ Nolan had a CD
release party for his fourth album, Sanctuary from the Ordinary, on his own Rhinoceruss
label. With Nolan were Madison-based
jazzmen Johannes
Wallmann on keys, John Christensen on bass and Keith Lienert
on drums. I caught an echo of something loved and familiar in the set of
agile, Latin-inspired fusions this quartet put out, and I asked Nolan if he
could play a tribute to Argentinian saxman Gato Barbieri, who died two weeks
prior. “I don’t do ‘Europa,’” Nolan said, referring to Barbieri’s most
famous track, the tune actually written by Carlos Santana. “But I’ll do
something Gato-like.” I can’t name the
tune he played – one of his own compositions – but it was sabrosísimo, y super
bailable.
Russ Nolan at the Bird © SKepecs 2016 |
Golpe Tierra © SKepecs 2016 |
Afro-Peruvian outfit Golpe
Tierra didn’t play much in 2016, since cantante / cajonero Juanxo Martínez spends
a lot of time in Spain these days. But fans
of the band’s earthy, complex cumbias and landós were euphoric on Oct. 16, when
Martínez, Nick Moran on bass, Richard Hildner on guitar, and, this time, Tony
Barba on sax, returned to the Bird.
Tony Castañeda Latin Jazz Quartet © SKepecs 2016 |
The Tony Castañeda
Latin Jazz Quartet
– Castañeda on congas, Dave Stoler on keys, Henry Boehm on bass, Anders Svanoe
on saxes – regularly plays happy hour at the Cardinal on first Fridays. Castañeda and company cook up the real thing,
straight from the heart – the clave-based sound of the Latin street.
The Bill Roberts combo
with Bob Corbit
on sax played its good-time jitterbug blues at several Cardinal happy hours
this year. On May 27, halfway through
their second set, Hanah Jon Taylor showed up, instruments in hand. And so it came to pass that two consummate
saxmen engaged in a spectacular sax showdown, challenging each other to go
bluer, swing higher. And that’s the
truth.
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