By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
I agree entirely that Carnegie Hall ought to broaden its approach to jazz, and with a resident crack orchestra that can handle virtually any challenge, one way would be to encourage the CHJB to do more. For my money, it ought to do a lot more classic repertory. No orchestra is better equipped to interpret a host of durable works that are no longer played, from Jimmie Lunceford and Mary Lou Williams to Bill Holman and Gil Evans. It's disgraceful that no orchestra (including the American Jazz Orchestra) has explored the works of George Russell (of course, Harth is probably planning to bring Russell himself to the hall, as part of his jazz expansion). In the meantime, here's a band growing like a pearl. Instead of tearing the pearl from the oyster, to which it brought much credit, Carnegie might have insisted on a board to oversee an enlargement of its mandate.
In that respect, I wish the CHJB's farewell, the first of seven intermittently jazzy Carnegie Hall concerts at this year's JVC Jazz Festival (ongoing as I write), had been two full sets, to more fully display its wares. After an hour of deconstructed ballads by the Brad Mehldau Trio, Faddis, clearly as angered as he was moved by the event, indulged a bit much in envoi speeches and ceremony (this has been the talkiest JVC in memory), before playing five of the band's commissions based on pre-war standards. The chief pleasure of the CHJB is its ensemble esprit: You expect to be charred by high notes, jolted by dynamics, and caressed by snug voicings. Mossman's "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" was an ideal opener, displaying the orchestra's polish, vibrant swing, and, in a two-note transitional screech, diverting virtuosity; Faddis's poised, midrange solo was perfectly gauged. Hampton's "Days of Wine and Roses" was a pastel: muted brass, flutes, and clarinet. Mossman's "I've Told Every Little Star" incorporated a mambo joke and rhythm before heading on to strong solos by his own trumpet and Ralph Lalama's tenor. Mike Abene's "You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To" introduced Terrell Stafford's trumpet and flute exchanges between the ageless (80, actually) Frank Wess and Jerry Dodgian. Frank Foster's thunderous "Fascinatin' Rhythm" laid out all the CHJB's strongest cards, powered by drummer Dana Hall.
Before Foster, Faddis supported Wess, on tenor, producing a warm purring sound, cozy as a stuffed animal, in a quintet reading of "Body and Soul." Faddis's willingness to allow small groups to emerge from the big one, a gambit at least as old as Benny Goodman's trio, gives the band a rest and the audience a change. But it takes a musician of uncommon aplomb to allow his own band a siesta while permitting an unannounced guest to steal the show. The infinitely hearty Carrie Smith belted "Blues in the Night," but she was really a beard for Clark Terry, who, at 81, is besieged by ailments and can't walk unaided. "The golden years suck," he announced, but, wit notwithstanding, the prospect of listening to him fumpher was not a pleasant one. Well, he didn't muffle a note; his tone was gorgeously unspotted, unmistakably lyrical and ironic (including a few high-note Mumbles asides). I've heard he played as well at the recent Town Hall Eddie Bert tribute, but if I hadn't heard him I wouldn't have believed it. The only way to end was with the big band and Goodman's old, nightly farewell, "Goodbye." I hope not.