Showing posts with label mccoy tyner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mccoy tyner. Show all posts

Friday, March 16, 2007

McCoy Tyner Trio - 15/03/2007@Flagey, Brussels



Before heading to Flagey, I stopped by photographer Benjamin Struelens's New York, Nude York exhibition at Théâtre Marni. I figured looking at shots of New York was a good way of getting ready for the concert. Apart from having been taken in La Havana, Cuba and being crooked (and not as good, obviously), my photo above more or less fits the exhibition's tone. A few good ones (a particularly painterly shot of buildings, a close-up of a metallic cable on a yellow background, another of a baby-foot (fussball) player, a great one of a walking man's shadow, but presented upside-down so the shadow becomes the walker) but a fair number of easy clichés, too (a dead leaf in a puddle, buildings reflected in a puddle, streaking car lights).

I don't aspire to artist status in my photography (or writing), but lately I've been wondering about how to make it better (maybe I should just learn how to take photographs!) - since most of my shots are "natural," it's easy to fall into a kind of empty pattern and show nothing more than what is already there. Struelens, at least in this exhibition (click on the "news / expo" link), is interested in a lot of the same things (cf. the fire escape, public phones and jutting balcony pictures on his website, though I don't find the latter particularly good) and, at a much higher level, he has a lot of the same problems and successes as I do (and was born in the same year), which is fairly reassuring and instructive.

McCoy Tyner - p
Gerald Cannon - b
Eric Gravatt - d

My love of consecutive shows is well-documented, but I'm not sure this one really deserved a repeat viewing purely on musical terms. The setlist and order were exactly the same and the arrangements offered little leeway for real exploration (or Tyner has little inclination left for it). The continual tension-release cycles as sound swelled over a single, pounded low note - like a balloon steadily filling with water and popping with a crash, only to be immediately replaced by another - were effective, but a little wearying in their systematic application. Philippe Elhem rightly likened it to the Dave Burrell concert, in this sense. I can only imagine what hearing Tyner's trio in a club back in his prime, say around the time of Sahara, was like. I'd probably have been liquefied.

Perhaps it was because I was much less tired and much better-seated (fourth row, left-of-centre), but the first set was much more effective than the preceding night's first set. The left hand counter-melodies of Tyner's solo on "In A Mellotone" came through clearly, for example. Cannon's rough-hewn sound continued to favour rhythm and a naturally accessible lyricism over intonation and articulation in fast passages. Gravatt still cultivated two starkly different modes of playing: relatively steady and subdued accompaniment, explosively staccato soloing closely linked to the phrasing of the melody of the tune.

The second set was cut one or two songs shorter. Bizarrely, it seemed to me that, as he hadn't had to struggle through the first set, the second set kind of coasted on, without the heroic efforts invested in it the previous night. "Moment's Notice"'s head seemed a little sloppy, and I'm pretty sure the solo piano feature was the same as in the first set (or a very similar-sounding standard). at the end of the first set I asked Toots Thielemans, sitting one seat away from me, what the solo standard had been. He tentatively replied "I Should Care." During the second set's solo standard, he confidently leaned over and said "This is 'I Should Care.'" To Tyner's credit the versions were remarkably different: the first fractured, with a restrained power, the second see-sawing between rollicking rhythm and near-stillness.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

McCoy Tyner Trio - 14/03/2007@Flagey, Brussels



McCoy Tyner - p
Gerald Cannon - b
Eric Kamau Gravatt - d

McCoy Tyner comes down the steps at the back of the Flagey stage slowly, limping slightly in a dapper black suit-black shirt-white tie outfit. A mid-tempo Latin-ish song, Ellington's "In A Mellotone", a solo piano piece and a classic funky-vamp four-on-the-rim tune are rapidly dispatched. Nothing much really happens: the pianist's left hand is blurry rather than florid, Eric Gravatt slashes at the drums as if to dissect them, unleashing a surprising aggressivity even on the gentler numbers, Gerald Cannon's intonation is a bit weird during his solos. It's all foursquare and - though it seems particularly unlikely for a pianist such as Tyner - timid.



The second set blasts off with "Moment's Notice" and barely touches ground for the remainder of the concert. The head is tightly accented, Tyner's left hand crystal clear as he dives into dark swirls, hits the pedal points with relish, thickens and thins the texture, fractures his phrasing to add polyrhythms. A couple of tunes later, another solo piece, a standard I've forgotten the name of, grabs the listener in an aching grip and never lets go. The piano swells, slows and dissolves and, suddenly, an outburst of pathos as Tyner's face contracts, his foot stomps loudly as he seems to reach for something beyond the notes, this brusque rage subsiding as suddenly as it appeared, the melody returning again and again, but always different.

A powerful 6/8 rhythm piece finds Cannon holding down a vamp while Gravatt superimposes and weaves and Tyner elaborates on the massive groove, squeezing rhythms-within-rhythms in the cracks. On the encore, a compact "Night In Tunisia"-style alternation of rhythms, a second reference to Tyner's time with Coltrane pops up, again with a twist, as Cannon quotes "My Favorite Things."

Friday, June 16, 2006

revelations #2: mccoy tyner

Having heard McCoy Tyner mostly in the Coltrane Quartet, I grossly under-rated him. I think that it was during the 2004 BBC Coltrane documentary that my mind started to change: Tyner played for the camera for a few seconds. I was blown away. A few months ago, I took the next logical step and bought McCoy Tyner's Sahara, based on the estimable Brian Olewnick's 5-star AllMusic review. I can't vouch for the historical and contextual comments, but the album description and appreciation is spot-on.

The opener, "Ebony Queen," is one of the most intense peformances I've ever heard. They go from 0 to 1000 in about 30 seconds and miraculously manage to stay there for the next 9 minutes. Sonny Fortune is still wailing as the track fades out. Hearing this group live must have been an indescribably physical experience.

The follow-up, "A Prayer For My Family," is solo piano, but barely less gripping. Tyner's virtuosity is on full display here: his florid, swirling ruminations are more prayer-meeting fervour than zen meditation (an agitated kind of zen is reserved for the koto playing on "The Valley Of Life"). Even counting God himself (although this status doesn't totally protect him from insults), is there a more virtuosic jazz pianist?