June 30, 2008. Posted by Becca Pulliam.
At 6pm, Roberto Fonseca (b 1975 in Havana) and his band played at Theatre Jean Duceppe (full at about 1000 people, going crazy for him). Fonseca was born in 1975 in Cuba, and used to open for Buena Vista Social Club on their world tours. He is dynamite, passionate, sometimes leans into his vocal mic and sings with the soprano sax, and conducts entrances and cut-offs in such a cool way that you can't take your eyes off him. He even leaned back and seemed to dance with the piano. On a new bolero that he is soon to record, JUST before the final resolving note, the audience burst in with cheering applause. So Fonseca it ended there, and indicated that he might keep the ending that way from now on. We're not just fans, we're arrangers now!
At 10:30, Hilario Duran and his trio were at the Salle de Gesu. Duran (born in Cuba, now living in Canada, with Arturo Sandoval throughout the 1980s) has technique and power, and it's not only his melodies that sing but the harmonies underneath them are melodies in themselves. Every finger is saying something. Hilario told us that, for him, this night at this Festival was "a dream come true," and poured music into his 90 minutes. I didn't scribble notes, choosing to feel the emotions instead. Cuban piano seems so rare in the US today. Tomorrow is Canada Day.
© 2008 WBGO
June 30, 2008. Posted by Joshua Jackson.
In 1998, Branford Marsalis was the host of JazzSet. He was also the leader of an amazing jazz quartet. In August of that year, they played a concert at Washington Square Park in New York. WBGO was there to capture the performance.
I remember seeing this band at the Chicago Jazz Festival, just a few weeks after this recording. Branford, along with bassist Eric Revis, drummer Jeff "Tain" Watts, and the late pianist Kenny Kirkland had the unique ability to pin you to your seat for more than an hour. The music was relentless, whether it was some burnout tune or a ballad. Kenny Kirkland's "Mr. J.C." is a great example of the former. Enjoy the blistering solos from Kenny and Branford. Click here to listen.
© 2008 WBGO
June 29, 2008. Posted by Amy Niles.
That’s what people say when you first meet them here in Montreal. They don’t assume that you understand them, they welcome you in. And in the rare case that someone does not speak English, they are apologetic for it. As if the onus to communicate is on them, not on you.
Yesterday was filled with fresh smells and beautiful images at the Jean Talon Market. A place that is off most tourist’s radar screen, but a must see if you are trying to get the flavor of this city. The famous Quebec strawberries ( a clown walking around even offered us a sample!), we met the woman who owns the cows that make the milk for the cheese that she was hoping that we would sample. The person who grilled the sausages wanted to tell us about the process that was used to make them. Go with an appetite- every stall had not only a beautiful display of produce and wares, but also samples to taste- berries, and plums and nectarines. Even little cups of jams and juices. And each offering is a work of art- maybe a flower placed in the center of a basket of berries, or a sprig of parsley brightening up a mound of mushrooms. You taste with all of your senses at the Jean Talon Market. I came back with figs and berries for the most wonderful midnight snack as I prepared for another much anticipated night of music.
Coral Egan is a very popular local singer. Her two sold out nights are a testament to the love that this town has for its home grown talent. One of the interesting things that I have noticed about the Montreal artists is that they aren’t pigeonholed into one genre or instrument. Coral sings the blues, and standards, and rock. I could picture her singing in a smoky Canadian club, or an outdoor beach jam in Malibu. She plays her set barefoot, with her toned body swaying on the piano bench or enveloping her guitar. Her backup singer did her turn on all of the instruments too. And of course she slipped in and out of English and French. You may not like it all, but the sum of her parts made for one captivating evening.
It was an honor to be present watching Brad Mehldau and Hank Jones perform together. The sheer genious of the producers of this event to create such a magical evening has to be commended- and the audience owes them a debt of gratitude for the opporuntity to witness these artists together. Who led? Who’s style won out? I can’t say. It was pure harmony. I will let Becca and Michael talk about the jazz aspects, but for me- the fortunate listener, it was an evening that will stay with me for a long time.
This is why I come to Montreal. Gee- I have said that about so many things this trip!
© 2008 WBGO