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The release last week of Red Rhinoceros, the debut recording by Bobby Selvaggio’s octet of the same name, completes a narrative right out of “Jurassic Park,” the Michael Crichton novel and blockbuster Steven Spielberg film about long extinct species recreated out of ancient DNA.
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Summer’s sudden arrival in northeast Ohio has everybody emerging from their deep-winter isolation and hitting the streets. Cabin fever is breaking for national and touring jazz artists, too, and they are hitting area stages en masse this week.
With so many worthwhile shows in the next seven days, I’ll offer a kind of consumer’s guide to where to go and who to hear. There’s a wide range of music on offer this week; you really can’t go wrong with any of these shows.
Countdown . . .
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Like many older fans, I’ve been waiting for a movement among jazz musicians to respond to the civil unrest and uprisings that have roiled the country for the last six years or so. The time seemed right for a new generation to follow the example of artists such as Archie Shepp, Max Roach and Abbey Lincoln and make strong, forthright statements decrying injustice and state-sanctioned violence.
On Friday night at BOP STOP, Civil Disobedience, a quintet assembled by bassist David Ambrosio, will keep the flame of the ’60s alive, not just rhetorically, but musically as well.
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Nathan-Paul Davis makes this statement at the top of his Linktree page:
"I play energy, not notes!" Nathan-Paul calls his music SOUND MEDICINE.
Anyone who has heard Davis play will recognize that he is simply stating facts. No cap. No flex. The energy in a typical Nathan-Paul performance could power a dozen AI server farms for a month.
Thursday night finds the saxophonist in an unusual setting: playing a birthday gig, in this case, his own. The setting, Edwin’s Leadership & Restaurant Institute, is at once familiar, but different.
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Jazz is an unmistakably urban phenomenon.
Just saying the word summons images of a New York street teeming with swells in their snap-brim fedoras, cigarette rakishly dangling from their mouths with evening gown-clad women on their arms. A noir film come to life with the soundtrack of half a dozen bands beckoning from the doors of basement clubs. The last place you might expect to find jazz might be a place deep in the woods, maybe in the middle of a national park in the dead of winter.
Yet that is exactly where, on four nights between now and April, top-shelf jazz can be heard thanks to an innovative and welcome partnership between the Conservancy for Cuyahoga Valley National Park and the Rubber City Jazz and Blues Festival.
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