 Mulgrew Miller©Andrea Canter My friends Keith and Linda and I have this routine down cold. For Labor Day Weekend, we fly out of the South St. Paul airport on Friday morning in Keith’s 4-passenger Bonanza. We arrive at Willow Run airfield in Ypsilanti midday, rent a car, and take off for 3 ½ days of nonstop (really) jazz that runs the gamut from early swing to avant garde, with big helpings of Detroit-spiced bebop and sprinklings of Motown and soul. We stay through til at least the first part of the final big band set in the Carhartt Amphitheater on Hart Plaza and pack up for our flight home Tuesday morning. The Detroit Jazz Festival has become our annual pilgrimage to a city that manages to rise above its internal turmoil to welcome 750,000+ jazz fans and literally “put on a happy face.” This year we had to punt. High winds aloft. Icing at 4000 feet. Same forecast for Saturday made a minor one-day delay even iffy. So we did the unthinkable. We drove the 700 miles between Minneapolis and Detroit. What was officially an 11-hour trip took a good (or bad?) 14 hours, hitting the Chicago/Gary tollway maze on the late Friday afternoon of a holiday weekend. We arrived at our destination in Detroit around midnight, missing the festival’s opening sets with Take Six and Tower of Power with artistic director Mulgrew Miller. Fortunately, Miller appeared in a variety of other configurations throughout the weekend.
 Maria Schneider©Andrea Canter Was the drive worth it? Essentially, and musically, absolutely. The 31st annual Detroit Jazz Festival surprisingly seemed to generate as much enthusiasm and crowd ecstasy as did the more celebrity-laden 30th anniversary festival in 2009. The weather was near perfect if a bit cool and windy to start; a few passing sprinkles on Monday were barely noticed. The main stages seemed to overflow earlier in the day. The blue-shirted regiments of volunteers were upbeat and helpful; and the crowds reflected the world that defines Detroit diversity. This isn’t Monterey. This isn’t Montreal. This isn’t a ticketed, “reserve now or be left out” affair. This is Detroit. It’s the largest all-free jazz festival in North America. Maybe the world. No one seems sure. What’s sure is that the level of international and national talent equals any other jazz festival on earth; the number of “headline” acts per day, as far as I can tell, also equals any other jazz festival on earth. (Montreal goes on for 12 days….but does anyone do it all? And live to tell about it?) And you don’t have to wander across a metro area, take a shuttle from one arena to another, catch a cab to the clubs where the “real” headliners are on stage, or even reserve a seat. Just show up. The three main stages are within a city block of each other; with staggered start times, it is possible to take in at least half of every set among the main stages. And there are three more music stages to catch up with high school and college bands, local up-and-comers, a “talk tent” to hear interviews and “blindfold test” with the visiting legends, a “Kid Bop” area to introduce the youngest fans to the music. And, of course, there’s the usual festival accoutrements of concessions, flea market merchandise, CD sales and T-shirts. Music Highlights  Terell Stafford©Andrea Canter Maybe the stamina required to sit in a car for fourteen hours was akin to jazz fest boot camp—in comparison, getting ourselves from one stage to another and back again, multiple times over the ensuing three days, was a piece of cake. The theme of this year’s festival was “The Flamekeepers,” celebrating the notion that each generation of jazz artists passes on the tradition to the next. Most of the headliners this year represent that “next generation”—those who directly benefitted from the schools of Blakey, Miles, Thad Jones, Betty Carter and now “pass it on” through formal teaching and from the schools of gigging and touring. We heard pianist Mulgrew Miller with a student ensemble (including very fine vocalist Harrison Young) from William Paterson University, where Miller heads the jazz program; we heard Miller go head to head in a two-Steinway duet with the great Kenny Barron on such lovely standards as “Almost Like Being in Love” and “Up Jumped Spring”; he anchored under-rated bassist Robert Hurst’s Quartet and led his famed sextet, Wingspan, featuring vibes magician Steve Nelson and a hornline of Steve Nelson and Duane Eubanks.  Roy Haynes©Andrea Canter And the generation of the original flamekeepers was well represented by 85-year-old drummer Roy Haynes mixing it up with his much younger, long-running Fountain of Youth ensemble, with Martin Bejerano on keys, David Wong on bass and Jaleel Shaw on alto. FOY played some of their favorites—“My Heart Belongs to Daddy,” “Trinkle Tinkle,” and a lovely Shaw highlight, “I Can’t Get Started.” And Haynes was Haynes, strutting between solos, attacking from a standing position, having a good time and ensuring that we all did, too. We heard perhaps the greatest composer of the past and present decade, Maria Schneider, and her own elegant orchestra, bringing a little Minnesota to Motor City with her “Tork’s Café” (in memory of small town waitress days) as well as enthralling the crowd with the stunning, soaring “Hang Gliding.” When a band includes tenorman Donny McCaslin, guitarist John Hart, trumpeter Greg Gisbert and pianist Frank Kimbrough, among others, your expectations have to be high. Schneider and company surpass expectations every time. And it’s as much a delight to watch her as to hear the sounds she elicits from her band. Schneider moves much like her music, gracefully, lightly, as if riding on one of the thermals beneath the hang glider.  Terence Blanchard©Andrea Canter We heard trumpet master Terence Blanchard with his vibrant Quintet (pay special attention to pianist Fabian Almazan!) and the Wayne State Big Band. With Wayne State, Blanchard soloed on his trademark film scores, from “Streetcar Named Desire” to “Taxi Driver” and generally redefined “impassioned performance.” This guy does not just call it in. Two more keepers of the brass flame brought long-running ensembles to the festival stages. Branford Marsalis looked a bit stiff in his tailored suit but his saxophone was relaxed and ready to blow; long-term colleagues Joey Calderazzo on piano and Eric Reavis on bass were brilliant but perhaps overshadowed by dynamic young drummer Justin Faulkner. Calderazzo may be one of the most overlooked composers in modern jazz, penning such tunes as “Hope.” Christian McBride made a cameo appearance, sitting in on bass for a dazzling “In the Crease.” Bobby Watson, once a protégé of Art Blakey and now head of jazz studies at the U of Missouri/Kansas City, reassembled the 1990s popular ensemble, Horizon, with bandmates from its peak period—Terell Stafford, Edward Simon, Essiet Essiet and Victor Lewis. Naturally they blasted through “Horizon Reassembled” as well as the bouncy Watson composition, “Lemoncello.” Paying tribute to the great Horace Silver, trumpeter Randy Brecker and the Michael Weiss Quintet “fingerpopped” their way through tunes of Silver’s thick songbook, giving me my first live look at talented saxman Wayne Escoffery. We heard legends in the making: pianist Danilo Perez and his quintet featured the amazing saxophonist Rudresh Mahanthappa melding Indian raga forms to the blend of Latin and post bop that marks Perez’s new release, Providencia. Rudresh’s tragic reading of “Besame Mucho” was one of the single highlights of the weekend.  Matt Wilson©Andrea Canter Perhaps the world’s most versatile drummer, Matt Wilson led the over-the-edge Trio M with abstract pianist Myra Melford and the many sounds of bassist Mark Dresser, providing the most “out” sounds of the festival. Hammond B-3 specialist Mike LaDonne with his One For All cohorts Eric Alexander and Joe Farnsworth, along with guitar master Peter Bernstein, rocked the Pyramid Stage with Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You.” And the lesser known talents deserving wider recognition gave proof to the Flamekeepers' mission—bassist Robert Hurst, pianist Ellen Rowe, organist Pat Bianchi, keyboardist Scott Kinsey, and soon-to-be great talents from Berklee, Julliard and the Brubeck Institute. Kinsey in particular, with another rising star, Seamus Blake on reeds, gave us a master class in electronic wizardry, simulating vocals on Blake’s EWI and otherwise creating sounds that defied description yet remained entirely musical. One of the most interesting ensembles, visually as well as acoustically, was the Harlem Arts Ensemble led by multi-reedist Salim Washington, a protégé of flamekeepers Pharoah Saunders and Randy Weston and himself deeply emeshed in jazz education. It was fun to see young Twin Cities native Aaron James on bass. And violist Melanie Dyer was simply mesmerizing.  Tia Fuller©Andrea Canter There’s always at least one knock-out surprise. And this year, it was really no surprise but, from comments overheard, I know the Tia Fuller Quartet gained a lot of new fans in Detroit. I’ve heard her twice in the past year, never more volcanic than this weekend. It was a family affair of sorts, with sister Shamie Royston on piano and brother-in-law Rudy Royston on drums, as well as Tia’s usual bass partner, Miriam Sullivan. (If she looked familiar, Miriam has another life as bassist/vocalist Mimi Jones.) Blowing somewhere between James Carter and Kenny Garrett, Tia Fuller brings a rare combination of compositional acumen, technical confidence and emotional freedom to her music, keeping the flame burning among her cohorts on stage as she inspires a future generation in her jazz education pursuits. We enjoyed tunes from her 2010 release, Decisive Steps, particularly the multi-faceted “Ebb and Flow” and the a cappella start and finish of “I Can’t Get Started.”We heard vocalists who are redefining jazz singing—Kurt Elling and Tierney Sutton, along with the master crooner, Freddy Cole. Cole was as engaging as ever, at the piano or microphone, charming us with “You’re Sensational” and “I Remember You.” We caught just the beginning of Tierney Sutton’s set, but the outdoor informality of the Pyramid Stage seemed to bring about a charming casual mood that elevated songs such as “Devil May Care” even higher than Sutton’s usual high artistry. A “devil may care” attitude also marked Kurt Elling’s playful set with his long-time collaborator, pianist/arranger Lawrence Hobgood, and recent recording/touring partner, sax great Ernie Watts. Adding relative newcomers Harish Raghavan on bass and Ulysses Owens on drums, Elling loosened his collar and his music as he covered “Into the Night,” “Dedicated to You,” and a particularly smoldering “Norweigian Wood” featuring guest guitarist John McLean. There were more tributes to master flamekeepers-- to Ray Brown, Clifford Brown, Pepper Adams, Betty Carter. We didn’t see it all. But we saw a few things we may never see or hear again—Christian McBride doing sound check on Roy Haynes’ drumkit; Gerald Wilson’s hat blowing off his head during his animated conducting of the Detroit Jazz Festival Orchestra; Allen Toussaint delivering solo piano while we ate shrimp jambalaya at the makeshift edition of the Dirty Dog, overlooking the Chase Stage. Would I drive 14 hours to the Detroit Jazz Festival again? Probably not in one day. But I am not sorry I did it last weekend. As for next year? Please, fly me to the Motor City moon. Or “Beam Me Up, Scottie.” Somehow, I’ll be there. This review is expanded from Andrea Canter’s blog at www.jazzink.blogspot.com Visit the Jazz Police photo gallery at http://www.jazzpolice.com/content/view/9229/79/ for more views of the DJF!
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