August 17, 2014. Posted by Tim Wilkins.
Singer Carol Fredette talks with Michael Bourne about her album "No Sad Songs For Me." Fredette performs at New York's Kitano on Oct. 2 at 8 and 10 p.m. Enjoy!
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August 8, 2014. Posted by Michael Bourne.
"What's this group like?" asked one of the folks on the WBGO trip to the festival.
"I don't know," I answered. "I always want to hear up here music I've never heard before."
I've often written that the Montreal jazz festival virtually re-defines jazz. I hear every year musicians incorporate new forms and styles of music into jazz.
I wrote an essay in Montreal a few years ago about an electronic group called Plaster that generated riffs with samples and various whizbangs yet reminded me of the Basie band in the 30's swinging riffs.
Hip-Hop. House. World Beat. Beat Box. And especially electronics have expanded the palette of jazz melodically, harmonically, and certainly rhythmically.
With his group Shadow Theater, Tigran played synthesizers (or whatever little boxes with wires and knobs are called nowadays) to create looping melodies and rhythms, sometimes only an ambience, to play within.
White Horse, the husband and wife team of Luke Doucet and Melissa McLelland, created tapestries of sound criss-crossing technological devices with traditional instruments.
Doucet played guitar and miscellaneous percussion, including hammering on a floor drum sonic booms that echoed this way and that.
McLelland, hugely pregnant in a green cocktail dress, played a Fender bass. Together they "built" songs like a Dublin tapster "building" a pint of Guinness.
BadBadNotGood played the late show at Club Soda — where every night something different was happening.
These kids from Toronto play what someone called "post-rock" -- but the interplay sounded rather like be-bop. Rocking. Bopping. Lively. And fresh. They became instant sensations on the web about a minute ago, and already they've been working with hip-hop stars.
"They're just kids," I said to Laurent Saulnier, the festival's VP of the Edge. "Nerds."
"No," he said, laughing like only he can. "Geeks!"
Geeks that, notwithstanding electronically, swing …
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August 7, 2014. Posted by Michael Bourne.
I first encountered Dweezil Zappa, who played FIJM at Montreal’s Metropole this year, in the womb.
I met his father, Frank Zappa, on the 4th of July, 1969, in Indianapolis at a Holiday Inn. I was interviewing Frank for a cover story in Down Beat. Frank's wife Gail was great with child. Dweezil.
I was nuts about Frank's uniquely jazzy/rocky/funny theatrical music, and I hung with The Mothers of Invention variously on the road from '69 into the 80's.
I'd never heard Dweezil playing his father's classics until Montreal, and I was singing along from the jump. "Call Any Vegetable." "Suzy Creamcheese." Mostly songs from the early Mothers albums and some of the best of Frank's satiric ("I Am The Slime," about television) and surreal ("Montana," about dental floss) classics.
Dweezil's band was loudly orchestrated, almost as if the living albums with the volume turned up, and all in the band are virtuosic enough to whip it out — especially singer and saxophonist Scheila Gonzalez, whose animated presence on stage reminded me of Frank's sexy (and very musical) Ruth Underwood.
Except that he didn't play extended concerto-like improvs, Dweezil's guitar chops sounded very like his dad's.
I missed every other gig that night. "Zappa Plays Zappa" was so cool I was flooded with great memories — and the contact high with all the other older Zappaholics in the crowd was quite bulbous.
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