His trios are sublime, but playing solo has often elicited a singular poetry from the pianist. It’s the way he weds reflection with reverie, and the dynamic he sets up between abstraction and tunefulness. Indeed, a telling forum for such balances is his recent glide through Jobim’s jewels. Those Brazilian nuggets are sure to be part of this solo program, but cross your fingers that he unpacks “Black Was the Color of My True Love’s Hair,” too.
Wed., March 31, 8 p.m., 2010