Cecil Taylor Trio with Anthony Braxton; Ornette Coleman Group
Royal Festival Hall
July 8-9, 2007
Cecil Taylor Trio with Anthony Braxton
On June 8th, the Royal Festival Hall opened its doors again after a two-year refurbishment costing about £111m ($222m). Since then, its program has included classical music from the resident orchestras, and the rock and pop of Jarvis Cocker’s Meltdown season, but no jazz… until now. When fans saw the artists scheduled for these two concerts, the four-week wait to hear jazz in the new auditorium seemed as nothing. A small price in exchange for line-ups that were mouth-watering indeed. Even historic.
Astonishingly — given their combined age of 140 years, and the parallel courses their music has followed — this was the first time Cecil Taylor and Anthony Braxton had appeared in the same group. (They famously appeared here on a double bill—but not together—in November 2004, when it was agreed by all that Braxton stole the show.) Before this show, there was much speculation about why they had never played together… and whether they could. Well, what followed soon put a stop to that sort of talk. The music was stunning, better than most of us could have dreamed.
Cecil Taylor’s last few appearances in London have been rather underwhelming, and that 2004 show included too much poetry and dance, leading to mockery from some sections of the audience. Tonight was very different: his piano playing was focused, taut and lean, more straight-ahead than it has been for years (which is not to say it was straightforward, of course!). At times, it sounded like an avant-garde variant of stride piano. (One punter was heard to say, “His piano tonight reminds me of Nina Simone.” An odd comparison, but it did make sense!)
An opening duo between Taylor and drummer Tony Oxley revealed the years that they have played together and the understanding that they have developed—an object lesson in tight sympathetic improvisation, with Oxley shadowing the piano, commenting, interjecting and goading, demonstrating that he is the perfect drummer for Taylor. After an engrossing solo bass set from William Parker that explored the instrument’s outer limits, the full quartet appeared.
Playing a prolonged improvisation, the quartet was an ensemble of four equals, each member vital to the success of the whole. Opening with a thrillingly dense free-form swirl of sound, structure gradually emerged from it, like life from a primordial swamp. Taylor and Braxton sounded like they were made for each other: neither dominated, each being prepared to sit out or play a supportive role while the other was in the spotlight, but when they both let rip simultaneously, the creative sparks really flew.
Down the years, Taylor has played with some superb saxophonists — Steve Lacy, Sam Rivers, Jimmy Lyons, Carlos Ward, Evan Parker quickly spring to mind — and has arguably produced his best music with them. Braxton’s use of circular breathing to sustain repeated phrases or single notes added drama and tension to the music, a fine example of instant composition. The piece built and built steadily, coming to a dramatic climax, finished off by crashing chords from Taylor that definitely signaled the end. Cue prolonged applause.
Two thoughts: I can’t wait for this set to be released on disc as soon as possible. (Leo?) And I hope that Taylor and Braxton play and record together as much as possible, making up for lost time—preferably with Parker and Oxley too.
Ornette Coleman Group
The following night, July 9, Ornette Coleman played, probably the only jazz musician who could generate the same buzz of expectation as Taylor & Braxton. True to form, Coleman surprised and delighted us. We were expecting a return of the two-bass quartet that visited The Barbican two years ago—the line-up that recorded the stunning Sound Grammar album. As the band was announced and took the stage one by one, we could see this wasn’t a rehash: “On bass—Charnett Moffatt; on bass—Tony Falanga; on bass— Al McDowell; on drums—Denardo Coleman; on saxophone, trumpet and violin—Ornette Coleman.” Yes, three bassists. It was soon apparent that the three were going to fulfil very different, complementary roles: Falanga largely played arco, providing a solid foundation; Moffatt was more exploratory, using pedals extensively, notably wah-wah; McDowell played bass guitar, but often in the upper register, sounding more like a rhythm guitarist than a bassist.
The overall sound was radically different from Sound Grammar—far more like vintage Prime Time. The younger Coleman clearly relished the presence of McDowell. Drums kept up a constantly varying driving rhythmic pattern, as Denardo and McDowell traded ideas and phases throughout. Visually, the percussionist was the focus of attention, dressed in a white suit, on a raised plinth, surrounded by the bassists.
In contrast, the leader was (untypically) soberly dressed. Although frail as he took to the stage, once he started playing he sounded strong and fresh, displaying no obvious effects of his recent health scare. His saxophone playing was as dominant as ever, and as moving. Material selected for the program represented his entire career—including “Turnaround,” an appearance of the once ubiquitous “Dancing In Your Head” riff, and an encore of “Lonely Woman.” But the selection was almost incidental to the performance: Coleman was riveting throughout, the entire performance coherent and without flat spots. Interludes on trumpet and violin were well integrated with the saxophone, providing commentary and shading that complemented the primary instrument's inventions. Again, a standing ovation; again, thoroughly deserved.
Two great nights that welcomed jazz back to the RFH in a fittingly historic way. (And the place sounded good too—in fact, better than ever. £111 well spent!)
Cecil Taylor Trio and Anthony Braxton: Historic Concert in London
Cecil Taylor Trio and Anthony Braxton
Royal Festival Hall
July 8, 2007
Sunday 8th July saw an historic concert performance at the Royal Festival Hall in London by the Cecil Taylor trio, composed of drummer Tony Oxley and bassist William Parker, and featuring multi-saxophonist Anthony Braxton. According to the publicity, this was the first time ever these two giants of modern American jazz have performed together on stage together. As expected, the feeling of anticipation in the concert hall was exceptionally high.
After a brief set by the band serving as opening act, followed by the usual intermission, the lights went down and silence spread through the air. A strange percussive noise--a sound akin to sea shells being shaken about on a piece of rope--filled the acoustic space. Drummer Tony Oxley, a quiet, white-haired gentleman dressed in sober dark pants and buttoned-up shirt, tread lightly onto the stage, moving carefully to his kit. Soon a man's voice was heard over the speakers reciting some bizarre, pantheistic poetry. It was Cecil Taylor, eventually himself appearing on stage--though still in the dark--shaking those dangling shell-like objects and dancing about in a seemingly random fashion towards the piano. A brilliant, attention-getting and mood-setting piece of stage performance!
Finally, the music began, quickly evolving into typically Taylor-like high energy and manic sound. In fact it sounded very much like a direct continuation of the poetry, shell-shaking and dancing that the pianist had just performed. It moved with the force, strength, freedom, chaos and beauty of nature itself--not just pretty sky-reaching trees or lovely flowers but massive glaciers melting, dark mountains rumbling, valleys groaning and then a majestic bird, maybe an eagle, soaring above it all untouched by nature's fury-- oblivious, even, to its shocking beauty.
Taylor and Oxley played like this for nearly 50 minutes--a giant effort of concentration and emotion--all the more remarkable upon consideration of their age. Or perhaps their years should more rightly be seen as experience and wisdom, individually and collectively--their wisdom and their freedom. As this first segment finished, with Taylor having occasionally recited from his notebook of writing (his own poetry perhaps), the two gentlemen left the stage, giving place to the force of nature that is William Parker.
The bassist's solo was the direct emotional equal of what had just preceded him. The man's technique, his imagination, his creativity and the staggering intellect of his music practically brought the house down. It was virtually a spirtual experience listening to the man play. What must it have been like for Parker himself?
Finally Anthony Braxton came on stage--joined by Oxley and Taylor--and the quartet headed off into the unknown together. While Taylor was very much the wellspring of creativity in the first segment, he now fell into a more supportive role as Braxton's own creativity poured forth. You could see the reverence on Taylor's face and in his body language. Here was another musical titan on stage to whom respect was due.
When the concert eventually ended--nearly 2 hours after Taylor's poetry first filled the air of the concert hall--the entire audience was on its feet with thunderous and sustained applause. The feeling of emotional freedom along with the total acceptance of both the disturbance and beauty that music can create was an overwhelming one.
The event struck this reviewer as a remarkable, singular jazz concert and, paradoxically, as the most memorably powerful of all musical concerts since it went so far beyond what music normally achieves. It was a spiritual awakening.