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Jazz is arguably the most aggressive form of music (even has diminished and argumented chords). So at the outset let me acquaint with my side of the argument. Jazz is musical improvisation, right? Indian classical music is improvisation, still right? Decided Indian music does not have the harmonies of the west. But the keyword here is extemporization and not harmony, agreed right? Indian classical music has been about for more than two thousand years. The Americans naked Jazz less than a hundred years ago. Right then, now that we have conventional India as the birth place of Jazz lets head for the Indian Jazz Yatra.

Surfacing on day one are the cats (kangaroos?) from down under. Jamie Oehlers Quintet and the Perth Jazz Orchestra. Jamie opens. Good band. Great Jazz. Jamie and the boys are jammin' alright. On to act two which is. . . ahem, an comprehensive remix of act one. Jamie and the boys brought their allies along to form the Perth Jazz Orchestra! It's at all times a delight examination the athletic and dynamic sounds of a big band. Reminds me about what joint effort is all about. Each and every appendage looked actually happy to be a small part of the big picture. Eminence out and forthright with the big band was songster Mark Underwood with a rich and like velvet voice that reached out and caressed the audience. Very enjoyable evening. Good start for Jazz Yatra. Met up with lots of old and new contacts all division a collective love for music being produced live. Day one was the Aussies night out. Pity we didn't get to hear their musical instrument called didgeridoo or didgerididnt or something.

Day two skin texture Jazz Yatra's trump card. Trumpet player Dave Douglas from the U. S. of A. Voted as worlds best trumpet player by readers of Low magazine and Archie comics. Satya led by Dave settles down on stage, I mean sits down on stage. Just then heaven walks past me in her lowest black number. Tosses her mane and glances in my direction. Music begins. Band hasn't begun. Chaos. Band begins. Jerk for my part back to earth. Satya's seated in a neat semi circle. Myra cross legged on harmonium. Dave cross eyed on trumpet. Samir and Sanghamitra cross countryside on tabla and tanpura respectively. Dave looks like a snake charmer about to charm a snake right out of Samirs tabla. Band's playing. Music flows. Sounds charming indeed. I advertisement a lot of snakes in the interview gradually rise and slink towards the dining hall hip flasks in hand. Crowd's receiving restless, collective murmurs, customary grunts and some oinks of dissatisfaction about the raags being given to us by Satya. . . nass. Rang Bhavan is under danger of being converted into a huge open air Just not Jazz by the bay! Mr. Compere comes up and desires the crowds to stop distressing the performers. I'm tempted to yell back, 'the performers are disconcerting us'. The trumpet player may be hot but it's the batatawadas (hot, spicy Indian snack) that are smokin' right now. So I get up and head for the snakes, I mean snacks, at the cafeteria located next to the loo! And I'm not chatting about the loo as in the Louies wife. Okay I'm back. I don't quit so easily. And guess what? Half the band is fixed by three other musicians to form Myra Melfords 'Same River Twice'! I'm leisurely activation to be au fait with the math of music. Belongings are being paid appealing at Jazz Yatra. The river flows. This band is wild. Building avant garde labors to push back the boundaries of Jazz. Pianist Myra's brilliant and beyond doubt an inspiring band leader. Dave is creation to sound like he has earned his votes. The Jap chap in concert bass seems to be in receipt of more out of his headless and fretless bass.

Day three opens with Harsha Makalande on solo 'Hamburg Steinway piano tuned by Mr. Mistry' as Mr. Compere kept announcing a a small amount more often than the de rigueur sponsor plug. Anyway, Harsha sounds like he is rehearsing for his next big solo performance. He maybe feels that way too since there's just a handful of Jazz enthusiasts acquaint with in their respective seats at 7. 00 PM sharp. Then came the Vijay Iyer Quartet. Now here is a brilliant group of musicians, each a dazzling in his own right, with strings of academical achievement at the back of their music. I could just about smell the textbooks from where it all came. This is great Jazz. The musicians on stage are incredibly tuned into each other. They have clearly been live all together for a long time or may be they can read each others minds or conceivably they read each others textbooks. Then again, it could just be the austere fact that they wear each others T-Shirts. Great performance. Good show. Brilliant musicianship. But for some aim the foursome doesn't exceedingly make me want to stand on my chair and yell 'yebdiyow'. At one point though, in the average of the bass solo I did feel like in receipt of up and waltzing into heaven seated just two rows ahead. Sadly the tune was in five and a half time. This would definitely confuse equipment in the ballroom area of dance. Whats next ? Oh yes. Its Malcolm Mc'Neil, from New Zealand and you advance have faith in this, he is being backed by Jamie and the Jammers from day one. Now Mally looked a hardly befuddled on stage. He was in all probability wondering what the heck is he doing on stage at an worldwide Jazz festival when he must have been all right tucked into a cosy club at some chic five star hotel in New Zealand. He did put up a animated accomplishment however, and bearing in mind he found out who his back up band was only the night already showtime, he did exceptionally well. In fact I even overheard a connect of women expressing their intense aspiration to hug him as he sang, 'have I told you lately'.

Time for the grand end featuring elfin Louisa Cottifogli backed by the Louis Banks trio and act two featuring the big surprise, world distinguished clarinet player Eddie Daniels and wife Mirabai who seems to be on her way to heaven via the Indian Yatra. You've guessed right, the couples going to be backed by the Louis Banks trio. I guess India has yet to bring into being a new rhythm bit as amazing as Louis Banks, Karl Peters and Ranjit Barot. Barely Louisa kicks off the grand end with 'Vande Mataram'. Great. This diminutive Italian has certainly got us Indians by the balls. Then she proceeds to twist them about miming vocalists from atypical parts of the world. I just about forgot what an Italian soloist sounds like. Now comes the chump punch, she goes and does a Dave Douglas on us (she starts miming a trumpet). And as a final point expert clarinet player Eddie Daniels takes the stage with the indefatigable trio. Baking solos. Alluring demonstrate of musicianship and improvisational skills. Wifey joins the party. And quickly starts cookin'. Reminds me of our own description of an American Jazz singer, the eternal Pam Crain. A few exciting tunes down the show, differences seemed to creep in onstage. Differences maybe musical, financial, following or some other ill seemed to crop up in broad spotlight. Differences at Jazz by the bay is war. Differences at an global platform like the Jazz Yatra is world war. And so at last the curtains came down on the world war, sorry, Jazz Yatra. The floor line is, the boys at Jazz India did make it come to pass aligned with all odds. Even if the batatawadas and babes were far more episode than the bands.

Colin D'Cruz

About The Author

The creator is a jazz bassplayer at present based in India. Assess some of his bands at http://www. hullocheck. com

colinbassman@yahoo. com


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