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Fortune favors the bold, so the man said, or at least the mildly curious. I was curious enough to go hear Fred Hersch’s trio play a set during his recent run at the Village Vanguard and the reward was far greater than my investment. It will be yours this fall, Hersch was recording the residency for release on the Palmetto label this September.
The pianist has gone through some extraordinarily trying medical difficulties over the past years, and they’ve had an unavoidable and important effect on his music-making. The art of jazz, creating and interpreting and listening in the moment, is as subjective as music gets, so what the personal history means for Hersch’s playing is different for himself and everyone in the audience, in the club or at home. My personal experience with him is that I admired the quality of his playing without every finding a lot of personal attraction in it. In my ears, there was always a self-consciousness in it about where he fit into the history and continuum of jazz that was off-putting, a kind of constant evaluation of what he had just played and was about to play in terms of how it related to other music and musicians, and only secondarily about expressing himself through jazz.
His more ambitious compositions were also unsatisfying. His Walt Whitman cycle was disappointing both live and on disc, and his smaller scale piano pieces, while pleasant, are jejune. The works suffer from too much politeness, they’re too careful, especially the Whitman piece where he avoids the musky, rude humanity and sexuality that makes the poet so wonderful. It’s perhaps unfair, but the vibe that struck me was that Hersch was always too aware of his status as one of the few openly gay musicians in jazz, a double-edged sword that brought him publicity and fans but also did too much to define him, especially in terms of the media outlets like NPR that often covered him.
I didn’t hear any of this at the Vanguard, what I heard was nothing but rich, flowing jazz, played with deep feeling, subtle and strong imagination and impeccable technique. The single set alone would make a strong, involving recording, so I imagine the main obstacle to releasing the disc will be to decide what doesn’t go on it.
Hersch always had an elegant touch, and now, having shorn away his self-involved discursiveness, music like “Just One of Those Things,” the set opener, both swings and breathes. With John Hébert and Eric McPherson accompanying on bass and drums, the pianist added personal depth and weight to Porter’s devil-may-care élan, thickening the harmonies with dissonances that had a rounded, mellow quality. Some musicians do this to add to the tension, Hersch gave the feeling that he needed the notes primarily for expression. That reveals him, as do his compositions, as more Romantic than Modernist, and at times his playing sounded like an aesthetic dialogue with Brad Mehldau, especially in his own post-bop minor-key groove, “Jackalope,” and “Havana,” both new tunes.
The connection is through Schumann, whom both Hersch and Mehldau know well, and whose piano music is full of harmonies and counterpoint meant primarily to express, not to structure. His colors are there in Hersch’s composing and playing, just as he’s also touched the younger pianist and the likes of Jason Moran and Uri Caine. They all makes Schumann swing! Hersch is also supple and fluid in latin rhythms, and his own “Sad Poet” and “Mendavilla,” a very fine habanera, had some of his finest playing. His trio is an equally fine ensemble, and everyone shined on the ballad tribute to Paul Motian, “Tristesse,” which was full of exquisite, involved thinking and playing, but neither Hébert nor McPherson are as expressive as soloists, and the bassist was consistently out of tune and often rhythmically uncomfortable when his voice was featured, things that may be keys in what goes on the disc.
Hersch explored Monk as well, first with his own “Dream of Monk,” a kind of pastiche “Crepescule with Nellie” and “Blue Monk.” Hersch ran his own phrasing of the tune into his solo, and it was a little querulous and didactic, the one non-comfortable piece of the evening. To close, he wove together Kern’s “The Song is You” and “Played Twice” in a tour-de-force. The ballad was absolutely gorgeous, and his coy and witty touch with the Monk tune, revealing it in brief moments with the most skeletal harmonies, hinting at the blues but not getting stuck in that or the iron bars of Monk’s vertical structure, was true to both tradition and to himself, and ended the set on a ringing point of excitement and satisfaction. As good as last year’s Alone at the Village Vanguard was, this music-making with the trrio was even more musical, interesting and complex.
The tinkering under the hood continues (it seems like it will never end, but it will, I promise, I think I’ve solved all my technical issues), and the music continues, so have some Friday links and miscellany:
- ‘“After tax, that’s like, what, $75,000?” an investment banker at a rival firm said as he contemplated Morgan Stanley’s decision. He ran the numbers, modeling the implications. “I’m not married and I take the subway and I watch what I spend very carefully. But my girlfriend likes to eat good food. It all adds up really quick. A taxi here, another taxi there. I just bought an apartment, so now I have a big old mortgage bill.”’ Median household income in the US for 2006-2010 was $52,000. Asshole. (story is here if you can stomach it, corrective is here, and read Chris Lehman’s book).
- I caught a set of Fred Hersch’s residency at the Village Vanguard this week, all the music is being recorded for a new release coming this September, and if the playing I heard was any indication, he’s going to have a difficult time deciding what to put on the disc, and it’s going to be terrific.
- The Avant Music Festival is happening over the next several days, and there’s a Cage Marathon Saturday. See you there.
- I’ve got a new Cage essay, and have some Etudes Australes
- The music of Elliott Sharp made up two of my best events from 2011, and now you can share the experience with his self-released CD Occam’s Razor, preserving concert performances including JACK Quartet’s crushingly great one in Ostrava. This is a hand-numbered edition of 200, and Bruce at DMG told me last Sunday that there were still 185 left. Get it from them, it’s special.
- In good conscience, I can only recommend two ways to ‘celebrate’ Valentine’s Day; Medieval polyphony from New York Polyphony, or Steven Blier and NYFOS presenting “A Modern Person’s Guide to Hooking Up and Breaking Up.”
- The American Composers Orchestra has entered the world of digital releasing, which is exciting, and the latest collection from young composers is out Tuesday. Check for it at iTunes and Amazon.
- The innovative Music/Words series is back, tonight, and Safe Space returns Monday with Jeremy Denk (who also writes) and James Wood.
- And for the best price of all, gratis, you can experience the Talea Ensemble and singer Donatienne Michel-Donsac playing new music from Mittel Europa, including the charming and amazing Bernhard Lang.