Number 66 March 10, 2011

I've had the privilege of seeing some of the greatest performers for many years over their careers.  I've been going to see Ravi Shankar and B.B. King for over 40 years, and Eric Clapton for over 30 years.  B.B. played the Fox in Oakland February 24, and Eric was at the HP Pavillion March 2.  I was struck by the realization that although B.B. is in advanced years, and plays sitting down now, his act has been consistant throughout his career.  There is banter with the audience, a song for thre ladies, a song for the guys, an excellent band with a jazzy back up guitar player, and of course B.B.'s wonderful playing.  It's a style of entertainment that goes back to vaudeville. In the old days, B.B. would put his hands on his hips, wag his fingers at the audience, and mime both sides of a boy/girl argument.  And of course, there is that tone, identifiable with one note.  Just as B.B. acknowledges Charlie Christian and Django Reinhardt as influences, B.B. has influenced everyone who has come after him.  Which brings me to Eric. His singing is probably at its most relaxed  now, and without the wonderful Doyle Bramhall and Derek Trucks, who have been with him the last few years, there is more room just to hear Eric's fluid, beautiful playing.  And my, Willie Weeks and Steve Gadd are marvelous.  Gadd has played with everyone from Steely Dan to Jim Hall and all the CTI artists.  With Eric, he is simply the best drummer in the world - simple, and perfect.  I'll get to see Ravi, and Anoushka, in May

Number 35 March 20, 2010

Last night we saw Keith Jarrett at Davies Hall in a rare solo performance. I first saw Keith Jarrett in the 60's with the Charles Lloyd Quartet at the Avalon Ballroom opening for Albert King, the headliner being B.B. King. Forest Flower was a very important recording for me as a young musician, and much of my chord voicings on guitar, with widely spaced major 9/13s for example, come from Jarrett. Of course his marvelous work with Miles, and then the many ECM recordings, have been inspirational. But especially during his solo concerts the last few years, he will berate the audience for coughing, eliciting boos and jeers. His sarcastic timing is better than most professional stand-up comics (he did a diatribe in 2000 at a concert on hanging chads and the rigged election that was worthy of Lenny Bruce) but it is very disconcerting to me. At one point I thought he was about to leave the stage. Then, by way of winning the audience back, he asked for requests, and played a lovely "What Is This Thing Called Love". At the end he played five or six encores to standing ovations, an audience member shouting out that "the riff raff are gone". People do cough; at Keith Jarrett concerts and Rubenstein concerts and Horrowitz concerts. Equally as distracting are Jarrett's vocalese and foot tapping, and body contortions. I can get past those easily enough; he's done them to a lesser degree all through his career. But the insulting the audience routine has become schtick; John McEnroe screaming at the umpire, a parody of a parody, and for me it has finally come to cheapen the experience.