nell’augurarvi Buone Feste, proponiamo la recensione che Roberto Timo ha scritto del concerto tenutosi a Newark lo scorso 30 Novembre: una lettura appassionata ed emozionante.
NEWARK (New Jersey) – Lo Steinway gran coda è lì, imponente, nero e lucido come una Limousine. Ai suoi piedi, adagiato su un fianco, il contrabbasso sembra un mobile antico di ciliegio; poco più in là la batteria è un castello di metallo che sbrilluccica alla tenue luce di scena con vampate color rame. Il palco deve ancora prendere vita, ma gli strumenti, apparentemente sonnolenti, sembrano fremere al pensiero delle «carezze» che tra poco li risveglieranno. I bicchieri dell’acqua sono già stati riempiti, l’asciugamano, nero, è appoggiato sul bordo del piano, il pubblico comincia a riempire la sala. Sembra una serata come tante altre, ma non lo è. Perché qui, stasera, per il jazz si chiude un’epoca.
È probabile che, almeno una volta nella vita, la stragrande maggioranza degli esseri pensanti di questo pianeta abbia goduto di un’emozione così intensa da sentirsi nel pieno diritto di tenersela stretta fra i ricordi personali, senza divulgarla ad alcuno. Come al solito, io sento di appartenere a una minoranza. Raccontare al resto del mondo cosa si è provato durante un concerto come quello vis(su)to lo scorso 11 luglio all’Auditorium di Roma è impresa assai ardua. Figuriamoci poi, se a farlo è chi ormai da anni non vive senza ascoltare le musiche di Keith Jarrett per almeno un mezz’ora al giorno. Ma c’è qualcosa, nella mia testa, che mi impone questo gesto filantropico.
L’amico Antonio Folchetti ci regala un suo racconto del concerto dell’11 luglio 2014 all’Auditorium di Roma. Potete trovarlo e scaricarlo nella sezione Quella sera.
So…Charlie….what can I say? The bass became the bass again in your hands, after all the players who thought they were making it hipper, while they were also making it more synthetic and metallic and harsh and cold (leading to the eventual winner of the contest…the so-called electric bass). You wrapped yourself around the bass while you played; inhabited it, made love to it; and those of us who heard you and played with you heard that. All around you were players who were more “detached” from the instrument. What must you have thought of that detachment? Actually, I know the answer, because in all the time we played together in my trio, the American Quartet, and with a string section, etc. (even when you were strung out on heavy drugs), you didn’t think about anything but the music. You said it was hard for you to listen to me play with my band because you knew what notes you would have played. Other bass players didn’t impress you much; what was technique if there was no heart there?
I had a tour assistant who heard “Jasmine” in a limo on the way to a gig. She was young and not familiar with jazz, but she said “You guys are so together!” and so I asked her: “What do you mean, Amy?” She said, “Well, if you played bass and Charlie played piano, you would play the same way.” This was a compliment.
Once I was backstage at a jazz festival and Ornette Coleman was also there. We had never met, and by that time I had a quartet with Dewey Redman (who was a serious alcoholic) and Charlie (who was a serious drug addict) and Paul Motian, but Dewey and Charlie had both been with Ornette and then joined my group. Ornette asked me how I knew this “church music”; I had to be black. “No,” I said, but church is everywhere. Then he asked me how I could keep a group together this long (ten years, at least) with Charlie and Dewey in the band; how was it possible? And I answered, “because they’re the best.”
In the very beginning, when I had the chance to make my first record with anybody I wanted to use, I rehearsed with another bass player, who was too busy with a different group at the time; so Charlie was my second choice (!?). I hadn’t heard him very much at the time, but after the first rehearsal it never occurred to me to look for anybody else. We had an indelible connection that lasted over 40 years. After the quartet broke up, Charlie cleaned himself up and we recorded again after 30+ years.
People will always love his playing but no one will ever imitate him. He was a rare, true original. Perfect intonation, the biggest ears, the warmest, most captivating tone in the history of the jazz bass; and ALWAYS musical. And I never had a better partner on a project for his honest input and deep understanding of our intentions in choosing the tracks for “Jasmine” and “Last Dance.”
Love You, Man.
(from the ECM Records Facebook page)
New and last piano solo concert scheduled for the Summer 2014: Keith Jarrett will perform in Italy on 8 July 2014 at Gran Teatro La Fenice, Venice. The beautiful historic hall will house this event as part of the Venezia Jazz Festival 2014.
Tickets will go on sale tomorrow, Monday 26th May.