Genius at work. Brilliance at play. Two artists so confident and playful that they inspire each other to take risks, risks that come off. Watching the singer Marianne Solivan and the pianist Michael Kanan in duet is rather like watching great athletes, actors, or dancers — so sure of their immersion in the art that courage and wit come naturally to them.
Here’s the first set of a completely inspiring duo-performance at Smalls (183 West Tenth Street, Greenwich Village, New York City) that I recorded on Sunday, April 21, 2013.
LOVE IS A NECESSARY EVIL:
LOVE WALKED IN:
I’LL FOLLOW YOU / THEN I’LL BE TIRED OF YOU:
I DON’T WANT TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE:
DAY IN, DAY OUT:
BEAUTIFUL MOONS AGO:
They bring such pleasure — I admire them so.
May your happiness increase!
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Tagged Arthur Schwartz, Eddie Durham, Gildo Mahones, great art, Irving Berlin, Jazz Lives, Marianne Solivan, Michael Kanan, Michael Steinman, Smalls
Had you asked me my opinion of the song MAIRZY DOATS, I would have been quick to call it an exquisitely stupid song. And I still hold that opinion. But great art has transforming force.
That’s the last song of a televised performance by the late Sir Humphrey Lyttelton and his band at the Brecon Jazz Festival — sharp eyes will note Scott Hamilton as part of that reed section. And the personnel rolls by at the end.
But my eyes and ears are drawn to the aging — indeed, the aged Lyttelton — who had long since learned the lessons of beautiful earnestness, simplicity, and emotional directness. All of that made his choice of material an irrelevancy, as he was busy wearing his heart on his sleeve, convincing an audience by passionate example that the notes he was playing at that very moment were the most crucial and moving notes in the world. His art was stripped down to its barest — and most essential — things, in the manner of another trumpeter, someone named Louis.
This performance also proves one of my theories — learned by listening to Ruby Braff — that most melodies emerge as wondrous things when slowed down to ballad tempo. Most jazz players accelerate their repertoire through the years, the opposite of what they might learn to do.
If you don’t find this a very moving two minutes — not because of infirmity to be pitied, but for majesty –I implore you to watch it once again. I am awe-struck by what Sir Humphrey does here. It will stay with me a long time.
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Tagged ballads, Brecon Jazz Festival, great art, jazz blog, Jazz Lives, Louis Armstrong, MAIRZY DOATS, majesty, Michael Steinman, noble simplicity, Ruby Braff, Scott Hamilton, Sir Humphrey Lyttelton, YouTube