Another fine Jazz Fest

We just got back from tonight’s UMM Jazz Fest, and it was another evening of high energy (and high volume) jazz. Jazz 1 was hot and tight, and the alumni played with their characteristic enthusiasm. We didn’t get many combos, but the ones we did were nice and included one of only a handful of really good student vocals in all our years of going to Jazz Fests. Kate Rogers sang with some real soul, and I’d definitely like to hear more of her.

The guest artists were all good, but the real stand-out for me was Jane Bunnett on sax and flute. The guest musicians over the years have all been technically skilled, but many (most?) have been more technical than emotional. Bunnett really felt the songs, and brought some neat history and depth to her performances. I’ve never much liked flute in any context, but I totally dug her flute playing. It had great rhythmic snap, and she even made it growl like a Barry White sax solo. She’s definitely got the boogie in her bones and it was a blast watching (and hearing) her play. I bought two of her CDs (Red dragonfly and Spirituals & dedications), but obviously haven’t had a chance to listen to them yet.

You gotta love an evening where a student manages to work the “Hokey pokey” into a trombone solo and make it fit!

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We’re off to Jazz Fest!

Tonight is the third and final night of UMM’s annual Jazz Festival, and is the night when we have tickets. Hurrah!

Currently listening to: North Texas State University (now University of North Texas) Lab ’76. They have an excellent jazz program there, and we used to catch them whenever we could when we lived in Wichita Falls. I bought a lot of their annual recordings in the late 70’s and early 80’s, and can now play them for the first time in years because of my nifty new turntable! Lab ’76 was one of the first we bought, and is still one my faves. I think it was one of the first albums to really open up some experimental doors for me, indicating that it was possible for jazz to explore some pretty interesting territories. In retrospect it wasn’t all that experimental, but it was pretty eye-opening for a teenager in the cultural wastelands of north Texas. I listened to “Myth of Sisyphus” just about to death and still dig it nearly 30 years later. Cool.

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