L.A. Times, Sep. 9, 2001
Voices review
Spotlight
Rhythm-Section Stalwarts Step Into the Limelight
by Don Heckman
They're the guys who are usually grouped under a single
title: the rhythm section. The guys who receive critical
praise in phrases beginning with "The rhythm section
propelled the rhythm forward in high gear ..." etc.
Not much in the way of individual personality there. Of
course, the pianists have an easy escape route. They can do
solo albums and performances, relying on what is, after all,
an orchestral-like array of sounds in a single instrument;
or they can lead the ubiquitous piano trio (actually nothing
more than a sneaky way to describe a rhythm section).
Guitarists have similar ways out, aided by the rock 'n'
roll decades giving their instrument plenty of charismatic
sexiness. But it's tougher for bassists to step into the
spotlight - Charlie Haden's high visibility
notwithstanding - and drummers seem to vary from
slam-and-bang leadership to providing the understated
spark that sets the music in motion.
Drummer Roy Haynes has taken the latter route for
most of his illustrious career. In "Birds of a Feather: A
Tribute To Charlie Parker" (* * *, Dreyfus Jazz), he
reaches back to his earliest days in jazz, fronting the
all-star quintet of trumpeter Roy Hargrove, alto
saxophonist Kenny Garrett, bassist Dave Holland and
pianist Dave Kikoski. Haynes' youthful demeanor and
skillful drumming make it hard to believe he was a member
of Parker's quintet from 1949 to 1952, and that he played
with Lester Young before that. But, at 75, he continues to
be one of the most vital and influential drummers in jazz.
The temptation in a tribute to Parker would have been
to simulate some of the classic bop items of the '40s and
'50s. Although Haynes has included such familiar items as
"Ah Leu Cha", "Moose the Mooch" and "Yardbird Suite", the
interpretations - undoubtedly aided by
producer-trumpeter-arranger Don Sickler - frame the music
in settings ranging from quintet bebop to Coltranesque
modality on "My Heart Belongs to Daddy" and a '60s-era
Miles Davis-styled rendering of "Now's the Time". Urged
forward by Haynes' seminal drumming, the soloing is
universally compelling, with Holland an additionally
powerful force, both as a soloist and as a symbiotic
rhythmic partner.
Guitarist Mike Stern has always been an imaginative
player, but his flights of fancy have generally taken place
in the electric land of contemporary jazz fusion. In
"Voices" (* * * 1/2, Atlantic Records), however, he moves
into far more expansive territory. Working with the
brilliant Cameroonian bassist-singer Richard Bona, vocalist
Elisabeth Kontomanou and Armenian singer-instrumentalist
Arto Tuncboyaciyan - as well as such jazz stalwarts as
Michael Brecker, Vinny Coliauta and Lincoln Goines - Stern
has assembled a collection of performances that rank among
his finest recorded efforts.
The numbers in which Bona is front and center have a
predictably African rhythmic coloration, with his
sweet-toned voice adding - especially on pieces such as "One
World" - a poignantly appealing quality. In contrast,
Kontomanou's low, dark-timbred vocal quality adds
intriguing touches of mystery, especially in her
voice-guitar pairing with Stern on "What Might Have
Been". Throughout the shifting rhythms and globally
reaching styles, Stern manages the difficult task of
remaining in touch with his own style, seamlessly
integrating his often blues-tinged lines into an extremely
colorful musical tapestry. (Stern appears Oct. 2-7 at
Catalina Bar & Grill in Hollywood.)
Bassist Avishai Cohen, who has recently been heard
prominently with Chick Corea's acoustic trio, deals with
the bassist-in-the-background problem in decisive fashion
on "Unity" (* * * 1/2, Stretch/Concord Records): He moves
to the piano.
As it turns out, the decision was not especially
difficult because Cohen started his career as a pianist. He
found, from the piano chair, that he had "more control over
the creation of space and percussion in the music ... more
involvement in the live impact of the harmonic
compositions".
Cohen would probably be the first to note that his level
of piano proficiency won't offer significant competition
for Corea. But in this collection of his emotionally charged
originals, he does use the piano as the central source from
which his music flows - a source that opens and closes
around the instrumental tributaries of his players. Cohen
calls his group the International Vamp Band, and many of
the pieces do, indeed, rely effectively on the repetitious,
largely modal patterns that musicians describe as "vamps".
But the key part of the name is "international", because
this is a truly global jazz collective. Cohen,
trombonist-vocalist Avi Lebovich and bassist Yagil Baras
are from Israel; trumpeter Diego Urcola is from
Argentina; saxophonist Yosvany Terry is from Cuba; and
drummer Antonio Sanchez is from Mexico. What they have
to offer is a transcendent example of the capacity of
music in general, and jazz in particular, to reach beyond
geographical and political boundaries. When Cohen asserts
his belief that music "serves a crucial role in uniting
people and breaking down barriers," he offers the perfect
description for what the International Vamp Band's maiden
recording effort is all about.
Pianist Jacky Terrasson and vibraphonist Stefon
Harris were top-level performers so early in their careers
that neither has actually spent much time serving as backup
rhythm-section players. On "Kindred" (* * * 1/2, Blue
Note), however, they have taken on an even more difficult
task - that of challenging each other's high-level skills in a
competitive musical partnership, accompanied by bassist
Tarus Mateen and Terreon Gully or Idris Muhammad on
drums.
Both Terrasson and Harris pass the test brilliantly.
The way they deal with each other offers an intriguing
contrast to what is perhaps the most familiar piano-vibes
encounter - the work of John Lewis and Milt Jackson in the
Modern Jazz Quartet.
The polarity between Terrasson and Harris takes a
different slant, however, with Terrasson (unlike Lewis)
playing the more emotionally aggressive, rhythmically
dynamic role, and Harris (in contrast to Jackson) offering
thoughtful, hard-swinging but introspective qualities.
That inverse association aside, Terrasson and Harris
clearly stimulate each other and bring out the best in their
individual playing. They enhance those qualities with a
program that places some familiar material in offbeat but
revelatory settings.
"My Foolish Heart", for example, is gradually assembled
in reconstructed bits and pieces; "Summertime" is
harmonized in reference to a contrasting melodic line;
"Body and Soul" - in strikingly unusual fashion - becomes the
source of a brisk, up-tempo rendering; their duet on "What
Is This Thing Called Love?" offers the familiar theme in
pointillistic fashion. It's not exactly the sort of playing
that drifts into the background - especially during the
racetrack romp through "Tank's Tune" - but it's precisely
what to expect when two world-class players get together
in an improvisational exchange.
Don Heckman Writes Frequently About Jazz for The Times
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