Review: Shofar

Shofar, a free jazz/klezmer trio of saxophone, (Mikołaj Trzaska) electric guitar (Raphael Rogiński) and drums (special guest Tim Daisy!) performed Tuesday night at Kerrytown Concert House. Every member had such unique personality as a soloist, and the synthesis was intensely kinetic. There was no preoccupation with blending sound—this chamber music trope was sidelined in favor of energy and layers.

Macho Polish frontman, Mikolaj wailed on saxophone with a warm trembling vibrato. I’ve never heard such fast sustained vibrato on saxophone before, and I imagine it imitates a Polish or klezmer folk style—the origins from which Mikolaj harkens! The gorgeous warble would often turn impetuously to a polyphonic screech (in which a horn player literally screams into their instrument, creating another pitch that layers with the sounded pitch.) At one of my favorite moments, Mikolaj’s polyphonics ripped into a full gutteral growl that seemed to surprise even him. (Like Bruce Banner realizing he has transformed into the Hulk.) Polyphonics are never about a sterile delivery, so the more roughness, the more squeak, and the more extraneous animal noises the better.

Raphael’s electric guitar playing had at least as much rock to it as jazz, but often when the texture would thin out during a solo he would show a much more gentle meandering approach to melody while fingerstylin multiple voicings.

Tim Daisy was playing in his toy box of bells and whistles for the duration concert. He was in constant motion, like a modern dancer, grabbing for different gongs, and hitting his broom-tipped shaker on every surface within arms reach. At one point he, one-handed, was turning audio recorder samples on and off. This was the first time I have ever seen this in an instrumental performance, way to go Tim Daisy! It was awesome! This is one of the most dynamic performances by a drummer I have ever seen. It reminded me of baroque classical music, where no two notes are ever intended to be the same. There is no such thing as groove or imitative loops—there is only the innovation incited by every musical whim that appeared in his mind, shaped only by what is happening in that specific moment.

Shofar gave some of the best endings– beautiful examples of emergence, like when fireflies light up in perfect sychrony even though there is no apparent organizational push to do so. (Half the things I know are because of Radiolab.) In free jazz there is no predetermined musical form, so convincing endings are so difficult. This trio felt them as one, and often ended with these amazing cliffhanger climaxes, no one so much as stutter stepping to the drop-off.

Preview: Shofar– Klezmer Meets Free Jazz

Shofar

Who? Shofar

Mikolaj Trzaska, Saxophone/bass clarinet

Raphael Roginski, electric guitar

Macio Moretti, drums

Where? Kerrytown Concert House

When? Tuesday November 5, 8pm– TONIGHT!

From the mouth of the band:

“The concept behind Shofar is to carry on the Jewish musical traditions that are still alive for us, while also searching for a common denominator shared by Hasidic music and free jazz.”

No spoiler alerts here, we have no clue what is comin. This show promises an interesting and unusual foray into the sounds of old Jewish folk (it is Sponsored by the Copernicus Endowment and the Frankel Center for Judaic Studies) and the most unbounded improvisatory stuff in jazz. Bring your hasidic grandparents and weird-eared friends. Somethin for everyone!  Kerrytown Concerthouse, 8pm.

Preview: Toro y Moi

Who: Toro y Moi (and The Sea and Cake)
What: Anything in Return Tour 2013
Where: Magic Stick, The Majestic, Detroit
When: Monday, October 28, 8pm
Price: $20 advance/$24 at door
Check out Toro y Moi and The Sea and Cake tomorrow evening in Detroit! Toro y Moi is touring to promote recent album release  Anything in Return, and the show promises a hybrid of funky 90’s dance mix and pastel-colored electronica. Bring yo dancin shoes or, whatever, leave them at home! It’s really up to you… But please do wear something on your feet.
Get there early to see The Sea and Cake, jazz influenced indie-rock band that includes John McEntire from Tortoise and other greats!

Review: The Ulysses Project

Kirsten Carey, free jazz guitarist and composer studying at the Michigan School of Music, has been in the throes of writing, recording, and releasing The Ulysses Project for two years, while most of us pea-brained undergrads hardly have the attention span to finish a semester long course. Samuel Beckett 101? No, really, no, no thank you. Saturday night, behind the charming façade of the Victorian Kerrytown Concert House, Kirsten’s album release for this scandalizing musical suite began to unravel the modernist masterpiece, Ulysses, casting it in a new, yet equally visceral light. She gave James Joyce’s characters the opportunity to croon about their sad, awkward, and mostly hilarious grappling with life in the underbelly of Dublin, and us an exercise in commiseration, empathy, and laughing at the expense of others.

It was a concert meets theater piece meets story-time hybrid whose effect was intense, vulnerable, and intimate to an extent that, if we were less human, could have been uncomfortable. So many moments of the performance evoked the embarrassing aunt in every family who is never afraid to blubber about her dirty laundry over the Christmas ham– the very reason you love her more than everyone else. In the stream and scream of consciousness tone of James Joyce, Kirsten and her costumed band [featuring Ben Willis (bass), Jonathan Taylor (drums), Derek Worthington (trumpet), Pat Booth (saxophone)] and minimalist theatrical troop of two, [Corey Smith (narration), and Glenn Healy] took you on a manic journey of eerie beauty and melody (oh yeah, shout out to Dedalus), toe-tappin and shoulder twitching jams (wooo baby, Musksweat, an earworm waiting to wiggle its way into your canal), and unbridled fits of god knows what (alright, Beware of Gerryowen, this one’s for you, you attention craving chorus of the insane asylum.)

Let me digress for a minute. Eric Schweizer’s guest appearance solo on baritone sax in Gerryowen startled me, and my ears are conditioned by the likes of John Zorn and Gogol Bordello. This tune should have come with a warning for people over the age of sixty and under the age of four who are not fully in control of their… facilities. The first note of his solo was deafening with all the timbral qualities of the loudest foghorn you have ever heard. It was like tectonic plates shifting, or the creaking of the Titanic as its sinking, or, with all respect to Joyce at his own tribute party, Melville’s Moby Dick pissed as hell as he is harpooned for the last time. Though Gerryowen was unique in the likelihood of it catalyzing PTSD, intense moments like these were omnipresent.

From Corey’s kooky and desperate, tentatively romantic and frantically erotic, (in all the wrong ways,) reading of a love letter to “Mr. Flower” which sent the audience into rolling fits of giggles, to Kirsten’s mesmerizing singing in “O” that closed the suite, it was an enchanting balls to the wall performance throughout. Kirsten’s voice is beautiful, and has all the inflections of a homespun lullaby and raw straining emotion that pulls at the heart strings in the unairbrushed ways that a bel canto style cannot. I think my takeaway from this memorable show (I will admit to tearing up at the end of “O”, excuse my lack of professionalism) can best be summed up by a rogue audience member who, after the applause, offered from the back of the room “you know, you really know how to make people feel things.” Kirsten, I hope you read this someday and let these words hug you, because well, I want to thank you for bringing The Ulysses Project into the world, and my iTunes library.

If you are a Joyce nut that happens to also be a free jazz connoisseur, or like great music (and people almost always fall into one of the two categories) I must recommend you checking out her website and investing an album ($10) for yourself.