{"id":293,"date":"2003-11-09T10:57:32","date_gmt":"2003-11-09T15:57:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/?p=293"},"modified":"2003-11-09T10:57:32","modified_gmt":"2003-11-09T15:57:32","slug":"saw-some-jazz-last-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/2003\/11\/09\/saw-some-jazz-last-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Saw some jazz last night"},"content":{"rendered":"<table width=\"200\" align=\"left\" cellpadding=\"12\">\n<tr>\n<td><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/tommangan.net\/archives\/images\/Meant2Be.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<p>We saw Nancy Wilson and Ramsey Lewis in San Francisco last night. Nancy does<br \/>\nthis jazz show on NPR that I used to hear on my drive home &#8230; swear to God<br \/>\nthe first time I heard her say &quot;This is Nancy Wilson&#8230;&quot; I thought,<br \/>\n&quot;Wow, that sister from Heart is a jazz singer now.&quot; Sorry, she&#8217;s the<br \/>\nonly Nancy Wilson I&#8217;d ever heard of growing up in the &#8217;70s listening to Album<br \/>\nRock Radio. <\/p>\n<p>I suppose I went to school with kids who had heard of the real Nancy Wilson,<br \/>\nthe one onstage at the Masonic Auditorium last night. If so they should&#8217;ve passed<br \/>\nthe word around &#8230; not that we&#8217;d have listened to them, but at least they&#8217;d<br \/>\nhave the comfort today of knowing they were listening the right one &#8212; who should&#8217;ve<br \/>\ncovered a silky version of &quot;Crazy on You&quot; to score some irony points<br \/>\nwith the few of us who&#8217;d have gotten the joke. <\/p>\n<p>I have about a dozen jazz albums, most of them Legends: Charlie Parker, Miles<br \/>\nDavis, Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Thelonius Monk, Chet Baker, Oscar Peterson.<br \/>\nOf the bunch I like Oscar the best, because he plays with this bluesy groove<br \/>\nthe feels the most like Rock &#8216;n&#8217; Roll when he&#8217;s really cooking. My knowledge<br \/>\nof jazz limited to my exposure to these LDGs &#8212; Legendary Dead Guys &#8212; and I<br \/>\nknow zilch about the music of Nancy &amp; Ramsey. I picked them out because<br \/>\nI knew they were big names among living musicians, and I needed something to<br \/>\ndo on my birthday that would not leave Melissa deaf, because she needs her hearing<br \/>\nto be able to respond when I say, &quot;honey, could you grab me a beer outa<br \/>\nthe fridge?&quot; See, this is why guys secretly crave rock &#8216;n&#8217; roll: they want<br \/>\ntheir hearing to be shot so they&#8217;ll have an excuse for not listening to their<br \/>\nwives. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, this is what I remember: The show opens with Nancy and Ramsey walking<br \/>\nto the front of the stage. If you know Nancy was born in 1937, your brain screams<br \/>\nthat she has absolutely no business wearing that slinky black floor-length gown<br \/>\nwith the plunging neckline. She may be eligible for full Social Security Benefits,<br \/>\nbut boys I&#8217;m here to tell you, the woman looks great in that getup. How can<br \/>\nshe have acquired so many years and so few lumps? Amazing. Oh yeah, then she<br \/>\nstarted singing.<\/p>\n<p>She opens with &quot;Moondance,&quot; the song Van Morrison made famous. She doesn&#8217;t<br \/>\nbring anything new or inspiring to the song&#8230; she has a lovely, powerful voice<br \/>\nbut doesn&#8217;t show it off here. Obviously she&#8217;s warming up her vocal chords and<br \/>\nthe crowd with some easy stuff to get us in the mood. She has her own keyboard<br \/>\nplayer, so Ramsey sits at his grand piano doing a few finger rolls and looking<br \/>\nas if he they don&#8217;t pay him enough to play Van Morrison songs. But as I said,<br \/>\nit&#8217;s a warmup. <\/p>\n<p>During the first couple songs, the bass player &#8212; who&#8217;s thumbing a standup<br \/>\nbass &#8212; keeps trying to steal the spotlight by playing these really intricate<br \/>\nsolos. I&#8217;m trying to enjoy the show but I can&#8217;t stop thinking, &quot;why the<br \/>\nhell doesn&#8217;t this guy understand that a bass was not meant to play solos?&quot;<br \/>\nI mean, drum solos are bad enough, but bass solos &#8212; fingers pounding strings<br \/>\nin the vain hope of sounding as cool as a saxophone &#8212; are generally insufferable.<br \/>\nThis guy is no different: He&#8217;s really, really good but he&#8217;s starting to annoys<br \/>\nthe crap out of me. I want him to get back to playing rhythm, and when he does,<br \/>\neverything is fine.<\/p>\n<p>Nancy departs the stage to polite applause after a few songs, and now it&#8217;s<br \/>\ntime for Ramsey to show us his stuff. Some of the LDGs in my collection are<br \/>\nwhat I&#8217;d call hardcore &#8212; Miles Davis, Thelonius Monk, Charlie Parker &#8212; geniuses<br \/>\nwho are absolutely uncompromising. If you enjoy their work it&#8217;s because you<br \/>\ncan appreciate greatness; they played however they damn well pleased. Ramsey<br \/>\nLewis is a born crowd-pleaser, so he&#8217;s not hardcore. He has chops, though; I&#8217;d<br \/>\ncall him smoothcore. The first song is a rousing, grooving number that brings<br \/>\nthunderous applause &#8230; easily 50 percent louder than the thanks we bestowed<br \/>\non Nancy. Ramsey isn&#8217;t just working the keyboards, he&#8217;s working the room. <\/p>\n<p>After about three or four songs (they seemed to run together), Ramsey and his<br \/>\nbassist and drummer start playing another jumping tune that the crowd wants<br \/>\nto clap along to. Except the guys keep changing the tempo and frustrating such<br \/>\nattempts. It&#8217;s a fun jazz tune, with moments where Ramsey slows to a complete<br \/>\nsilence, then tears off in some new direction. Towards the end of one of these<br \/>\ndiversions, I notice the bass player has picked up a bow. The music stops for<br \/>\na second, then the next thing we hear is the low, tender moan of a bow being<br \/>\ndragged over strings. Sort of like a cello solo, but way deeper. The effect<br \/>\nis stunning &#8212; the bass violin seems to have its own voice, and it&#8217;s <i>singing<\/i><br \/>\nits own tune. Almost brought tears to my eyes. The solo lasts a few minutes,<br \/>\nthe stops, and the trio blasts off in another direction, this time with an even,<br \/>\nsolid tempo that allows the crowd to clap along. When it&#8217;s over, the crowd is<br \/>\nthundering and I&#8217;m thinking: I could go home now, that&#8217;s one of the must riveting<br \/>\nthings I&#8217;ve ever experienced. <\/p>\n<p>Turns out that&#8217;s the end of Ramsey&#8217;s set and it&#8217;s time for Nancy to come back<br \/>\nout. Now she&#8217;s wearing a floor-length red dress, minus the low neckline. She<br \/>\nstill looks marvelous. Here&#8217;s where I wish I had more of a taste for vocal jazz<br \/>\n&#8212; Nancy&#8217;s got great pipes and incredible stage charisma. She talks about her<br \/>\nlife as a musician between songs of heartbreak and loss, and I can&#8217;t help wondering<br \/>\nif the guys in her own band were the ones who put her through all that. She<br \/>\nsings it like she&#8217;s lived it, and the crowd eats it up. <\/p>\n<p>My problem is that my tiny idea of jazz is a piano, a saxophone, a trumpet<br \/>\nmaking sounds that are beyond words. Adding a singer subtracts the musicians<br \/>\nand takes that mystery away. When Nancy sings I feel her pain and recognize<br \/>\nher talent &#8212; yeah, she&#8217;s the real deal among jazz singers. But I don&#8217;t get<br \/>\nthat sense of wow that happens when a jazz combo is really pounding it. Nancy<br \/>\ndoesn&#8217;t move me like that, but it&#8217;s still entertaining to see a pro in action.<br \/>\nShe has grace, poise, class, and she&#8217;s sexy beyond her years.<\/p>\n<p>And when it was over my ears weren&#8217;t ringing. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We saw Nancy Wilson and Ramsey Lewis in San Francisco last night. Nancy does this jazz show on NPR that I used to hear on my drive home &#8230; swear to God the first time I heard her say &quot;This&hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/2003\/11\/09\/saw-some-jazz-last-night\/\">Read more \u2192<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[24],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=293"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}