I’ve always thought that wonderful things are happening while I am sleeping, missing out on them. Possibly a neurotic idea, but occasionally the evidence confirms it.
Last night, Tuesday, October 8, 2013, pianist Ehud Asherie had another week of his regular solo piano gig at The Knickerbocker on 33 University Place, New York City. That in itself would be an excellent thing: Ehud is a masterful improviser whose imagination roams around the entirety of jazz. He has a classical touch and a deeply wry sense of humor. And he never ever forgets how to swing!
But Ehud had a friend — someone dear to me, the Dutch trumpeter Menno Daams. (To be accurate, he brought his cornet.) And his lovely wife — that’s no cliche — Ineke Rienks, captured the duo’s performance of WILD MAN BLUES.
You would think with that title that wild unbridled passion would be governing their art, but to create wildness, or the impression of it, a great deal of expert mastery, of fierce restraint is needed. Dionysiac wildness would know little of bar lines, chord changes, or sympathetic accompaniment. Menno and Ehud are so skilled at evoking the tradition as a way of singing their own individualistic songs. Although the room in this shot looks empty, it was filled with the admiring spirits of Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, Henry Red Allen, Rex Stewart, Earl Hines, Fats Waller, Bud Powell . . . and more. And first among equals? Ehud Asherie. Menno Daams.
As a postscript. People who know me have noted my recent but powerfully-growing love of California (specifically Marin and the Bay Area) and the people, jazz friends and others. But often during the preceding week (Menno’s trip to New York, hanging out with Rossano Sportiello, Nicki Parrott, Becky Kilgore, Ed Metz, Jim Czak, John Post, and Bill Moss; hearing Warren Vache, Shannon Barnett, Harvey Tibbs, and others sit in with the Munisteri-Kellso EarRegulars at The Ear Inn; hearing Abigail Riccards and Michael Kanan in Brooklyn) . . . I think that New York is putting up a really good fight. “You like Marin? You enjoy the farmers’ market? You’ve made friends with all sorts of people, from Sam Rocha to Beck Ringle? You’ve heard wonderful music? Fine, Michael! Let New York show you what WE can do . . . .!” Tune in tomorrow, boys and girls. Who knows what will happen next?
May your happiness increase!