July 22, 2014. Posted by Tim Wilkins.
Pink Martini is a frequent pleasure for me at the Montreal jazzfest. What they play is an elegant confection of pop songs and what used to be called “light classics,” chosen from across time and from around the world.
I caught up with Pink Martini after their Sunday matinee performance at FIJM this year. Listen to our conversation here:
Dressed in a scarlet gown for the concert with (what looked like, or sparkled like) a tiara, Forbes sang with her usual bounty of charms and chops. And in umpteen languages, including Farsi.
"Amado Mio," sung by Rita Hayworth in the movie Gilda, is almost always the opener. "Aquarela do Brasil," with the audience dancing, is almost always the finale. And in betwixt, they played a … "variety" does not fully encompass it. More like a variegated cornucopia.
Like one very obscure song they discovered from a very obscure movie, a torch song originally sung by sex kitten Mamie van Doren in a - not kidding - German western. Or a song they adapted from a theme by French modern classical composer Francis Poulenc.
These days, Pink Martini are joined by the Von Trapps, three girls and a boy, all 20-something, all cute, and all grandchildren – not kidding - of the youngest of the singing Von Trapp siblings who inspired Rodgers & Hammerstein’s The Sound of Music.
This generation of Von Trapps sing "Edelweiss" and "The Lonely Goatherd,” both from the musical inspired by their great-grandparents - the captain and the nun who fell in love and escaped the Nazis with their passel of kids - on Pink Martini’s newest album, Dream a Little Dream.
Thomas Lauderdale played piano deftly and conducted the mini-orchestra, amused the audience in French and invited the audience to come on stage and dance.
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July 20, 2014. Posted by Tim Wilkins.
I've never actually been Upstairs. That's the nightclub where the best of jazz from New York plays in Montreal. This year including one or two nights with the Heath Brothers, Fred Hersch, Sheila Jordan, Bob Mover, Ben Sidran, and Peter Bernstein. Upstairs is officially part of the jazz festival, but is far from the jazz festival.
When I'm in Montreal, I stay within walking-ish distance of the 40 or so gigs happening every day around Place des Arts -- and, as I've often observed, it's a testament of how great is a jazzfest that one will actually miss more great performances than one can get to.
Some of the best concerts (for me) happen at the Gesu, the Jesuit church on a nearby block. When not functioning as a church, it's also an active arts center, and in the intimate concert hall, Salle de Gesu -- literally "Room of Jesus" -- some of the festival's best music is played.
I missed - while judging the TD band contest - the 6 p.m. "Invitation" gigs of trumpeter Ambrose Akinmusire - one with his quintet, one with guitarist Bill Frisell.
Akinmusire and the pianist Tigran were this year's Invitees — invited to play several concerts with different (sometimes dream) groups. And once in a while, the Invitees play together, like this year's mid-series duets of Ambrose and Tigran.
What first compelled me about Ambrose several years ago with his quintet at the Gesu was that the very sound of his trumpet is so… different. As if he's breathing some other oxygen through his trumpet. As if he's fluttering notes like a butterfly's wings.
I looked at my scribbles in the dark, and writ large was the word blissful.
What first compelled me about Tigran several years ago with a quartet called Punk Bop at the Gesu was his quickness on the keys, especially when playing sparklingly the higher keys. Also, that he looks quite physically small but plays with gigantic passion.
Together, Akinmusire and Tigran played mostly lyrical originals, but the highlights for me were when they were spotlighted solo on standards. Ambrose playing "All The Things You Are." Tigran playing "Someday My Prince Will Come."
It's the true delight of jazz that the best of jazz play songs we've heard a thousand times (sometimes literally, like these two songs) but have never heard before played so freshly, so unusually, so beautifully.
I was happily free of judging and able to enjoy Tigran's two other concerts, happily and luckily able to get tickets to his sold-out shows - one of duets with pianist Brad Mehldau, one with his "Shadow Theater" group.
Tigran showed his musical roots in Armenia with his group, especially with a singer and/or himself chanting Armenian folk songs. Tigran and the singer also played electronics, generating pulses of rhythms and loops of melodies.
Again, his piano sounded now gentle, now fierce — especially when his drummer blew the roof off the Gesu.
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June 29, 2014. Posted by Simon Rentner.
Andre Menard, co-founder and artistic director of the Montreal Jazz Festival, is welcoming everyone to "Tarantino In Concert," the first show of this year's jazzfest, and he's amused by the caveats. "Please be advised there will be coarse language," he says. "And gunshots," he laughs. "Lots of gunshots."
Up from the audience leaps a young woman screaming obscenities and threatening everyone with a .45 too big for her hand. Those in the audience who know the movies of Quentin Tarantino, which is why most of us are there, recognize the moment: Amanda Plummer suddenly screaming and threatening the crowd at a roadside restaurant in the movie "Pulp Fiction." She's ridiculous and even pitiful more than frightening.
She's mostly annoying two patrons having a philosophical discourse. They're hit men, played by Samuel L Jackson and John Travolta. And soon, indeed, there will be lots of gunshots.
"Tarantino In Concert" is a concept that seems somewhat obvious but no one ever thought of it before. While there've been plenty of great screenplays and great screenwrights, Quentin Tarantino dialogue and scenes have been abundantly iconic.
John Travolta bemused by burgers re-named at McDonald's in Paris, where they call a Big Mac a "Royalle with Cheese" …
Christopher Walken remembering how a boy's heirloom watch was hidden away from prison guards — fundamentally hidden away …
The Bride killing Bill …
The Reservoir Dogs killing each other … "Tarantino In Concert" shuffles the most memorable moments from the movies together with pop songs from the soundtracks or that encompass a feeling of the moments. Sometimes, maybe mostly, for laughs. "Jungle Boogie." "Across 110th Street." "Hooked on a Feeling." "Stuck in the Middle with You." Robert DeNiro tells Bridget Fonda "not one more word," and she says one more word, and bang. "Didn't I Blow Your Mind This Time" sings the chorus. Ten studly dudes and even deadlier dames sings all the songs and play all the scenes — as Jackie Brown and Mr Pink and Django Unchained. Not to forget Marcellus getting "medieval on your ass."
(One footnote: Bruce Willis played the prizefighter who angers and then rescues Marcellus from that basement dungeon of "Pulp Fiction," and one of the players in this show is daughter Rumer Willis.)
They're all terrific, as actors, as singers, and inexhaustible as the drummer relentlessly rocking. "Tarantino In Concert" is choreographed all around the intimate Cinquieme Salle of Place des Arts and playing six nights at the Montreal Jazz Festival. With lots of gunshots. -- Michael Bourne
* All photos by Marie Claire Denis
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