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Rory McGill drums and trombone cutlery and hardware
David Broscoe woodwinds , Linsey Wellman woodwinds
Eldritch Priest guitar and electronics
The concert opens as a Priest conjures Léon Theremin like space between Linsey Wellman'sand David Broscoe’s heavy low notes. The sacrament of music is bestowed on the flock of cold weather jazz fans at UMI Café. Rory McGill is gentle, touching horse hair brushes and a soft left foot to hump the bass drum. Eldritch forgoes an electronic tuner for precise brightlyfinger picked notes. Two clarinets carry long sonorous sound as Eldritch leads on intently fixed on low notation. Highly charged clarinets and toughthin sticks on cymbals pitch us with mimicry to a climax.
The jello mold is on the snare drum and a foghorn bellows from a sea side baritone sax. They meet heavy dockside industry as empty steel hulls are heard from guitar screech and cymbal scratch. Gulls squawk and work is being done as Mr. Fender amps things up. David Broscoe softly puffs air past a wide reed. James Watt again wins the volume contest as Eldritch Priest thrums in at number eleven on the volume dial.
Suddenly the crew is on break and notation for a song is chosen. Notes are passed in class until all are on the same page and a slow deliberate introduction heightens anticipation. Is it planned or befuddled? What seems to be a misfire on a guitar pedal bleeds the tune afresh as there is bassoon erotica and lightness on the drum kit. Skinny drum sticks, all their own sound, match Linsey who carries the tune high then low. Eldritch’s left hand fingers find fifth frets and first frets. He is wide, wild and fast but singing Tibetan bowl sounds from Rory’s cymbals chime in and shift attention softly back to David’s bassoon as we close on a Choral Descant on Descent; tune by Eldritch Priest.
Plump turkey drumsticks pump in the bassoon as men of Occidental origin strike out from the caravanasary on the silkroad. Eldritch enters with new world guitar but Rory’s solid beat is the glue. Linsey meets Eldrtich in free exploration before the entire band of travelling musicians stop at an oasis for respite. “Wha Wha Whant a new direction”, the guitar insists that it is time to go and no time for a yawn Linsey holds long a notefor which breath is forced both out and in. David too expresses long, a note of the rising sun. Four strong men lead camels into teathers and bits. Goods are loaded, the route is new and all hands are at work breaking camp and heading further East from the Nubian realm of Sun Ra’s Ancient AEthiopia.
We are surrounded as players approach from the doorway and the cash tray of the Café. The guitar is coaxed to match the woodwinds and a muted trombone. Now the strings are massaged to time with David as he pipes in a tune and a walkabout, not a Bourbon Street march but a Percy and Somerset, minus thirty retreat from cold streets. Reminder notes are cribbed from as David heads to center stage, the other players in support. If this tune was called, “Barney’s Version” then a flighty marriage of convenience just saw Linsey divine by gyration what Eldritch would play. The notes blur for a time before baritone sax, tenor and guitar are all identical. Intense eighth notes blurt together in what for a moment appears to evolve into a jazz standard but which is in fact Balinese gamelan music written by David Broscoe. Sukra Skeleton and Zinc are fronted by synchronized saxophones but drum and guitar strongly support the hauntingly familiar, yet new music.
The sixth tune of the night emerges as David borrows from the natural world the hum of livestock or a mountain pasture breeze. His bassoon sounds electric but it is not mic’d for sound. Rory supports David’s long notes and much needed breaths as trombone then bassoon hold long the nature song. Linsey and Eldritch are like Sam’nEric from the, "Lord of the Flies"; twins that play off one another mimic and finish phrases as new song signatures intertwine and distort. Eldritch has his Hendrix moment as he clips to an end, his own tune.
Next up is a tickle tune playfully matched by Guitar, sax and bass clarinet. Rory goes to his own magic tickle trunk for new hardware. David double fists clarinet and tenor sax as Eldritch pulls out an e-sax. Battery cables hook up to a Cummings diesel engine as power surges mightily. A switch is thrown and loops appear as hoops that David and Linsey jump through in triple summersaults: Poodles at the circus dance, prance pretty until the ringmaster lowers the lights. Sad clowns waddle about the shadows to check the trunk of the all too small car for more magic from these ten or twenty instruments. Yes, there may seem to be too many toys for little UMI Café, but these clowns are clever. Tricks up sleeves lead to a third ring. A ringing guitar is now held up on all sides by clarinets as Rory yields a magic wand we listen to bass clarinet. Eldritch squirts water from a flower on his lapel with a loop machine that recorded something earlier. The high wire act has been under way for long dangerous moments before the big top spotlights catch the flicker of trapeze artists left then right all Cirque du Soleil. We are drawn in by the sensuous leotards and muscles; the sexy lithe bodies are inflight and pressing. Strong men and strong women balance in impossible Kama Sutra positions and we are all on the edge of our seats. Our attention is focused on what we cannot tear our eyes or ears from. Shimmering makeup, snake skin tattoos and geckos on roof tops play in our minds as the concert ends and the elephant leaves the room.
Thanks to Uzumaki and Linsey Wellman and Craig Pedersen for another IMOO night at Umi.
Next up is the 6th of February with a show by Adam Saikaley, then on the 13th, Sainct Laurens (Pierre-Yves Martel andPhilippe Lauzier) will share a Sunday with Kim Myhr, and then on the 20th,Craig Pedersen will be debuting his new project for trumpet and electronics,with a first set by Linsey Wellman on solo alto saxophone.
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