Does Mother’s Day come to a halt at 6 PM? Obviously not at The Ear Inn, the last place I’d expect to find observance of such synthetic “holidays.”
The Ear Regulars showed up last Sunday night fully prepared to do honor to dear old Mom. Co-founders Jon-Erik Kellso and Matt Munisteri were there with bassist Pat O’Leary and a new face — Ohio trombonist Jim Masters, who’s done time in the Buddy Rich band and (more serenely, I’d wager) in the Widespread Jazz Orchestra alongside such New York stalwarts as Michael Hashim and Jordan Sandke. Jim played beautifully, suggesting a modern combination of Urbie Green and Vic Dickenson, a lovely mixture.
To the music:
The holiday brought up the idea that the members of the ensemble had once been newborns, thus suggesting I FOUND A NEW BABY. (What the subliminal connection to other songs played that night, I NEVER KNEW, and JUST LIKE THAT, might be, I leave to readers):
Later, the much-hoped for second-set jam session developed: Chris Flory sat in for Matt, and Dan Block unsheathed his mighty alto saxophone for a sweet IT’S THE TALK OF THE TOWN:
And they continued with PLEASE DON’T TALK ABOUT ME WHEN I’M GONE:
Mother’s Night at The Ear concluded with a sweet paean to pastoral life by Jon-Erik, Matt, Jim, and Pat: LAZY RIVER:
As Louis would say, “Oh, mama!”
P.S. I was seated at the bar between two fascinating individuals: to my right, the jazz photographer John Rogers, whose work you’ve seen in a variety of places (http://johnrogersnyc.com/about.html) . To my left, a visitor from the UK — boppish trumpeter by night / sociology professor by day John Macnicol. An entertaining pair to sit between! And deep in The Ear, banjoist / singer / composer Eddy Davis held court at the bar, grinning and listening intently.
And they (unlike some of our younger colleagues) didn’t feel it necessary to talk over the music . . . or to talk through it and then yelp “Woohoo” at the end of a performance they had heard little of. Alas. The music prevails, of course.