2, 3 & 4 April 2009 / 9:30PM / Le Frolic
We’re only in it for the money. From the revolutionary sounds of Coltrane to the experimental revelations of Miles, it’s always been about the money. Money for food. Money for the wine, money for the women. Money for mama’s birthday present. When a musician’s cheque is returned uncashed, you assume they’re dead. Dead, perhaps, but for those brief moments the notes lingered in the haze of the bar, the moments they made their rounds of the tables in the dusky half-light – in those brief moments, they were very much alive.
But money – money gets cold in those long winter nights. And that’s what jazz is about, feeling the warmth of the fire. Those nights, where the full-day darkness presses in and you could cut the remoteness with a knife, you savour the days when you play the Blacks and the Blues and go home to find a mutual companionship in the wee small hours of the mornings. Now that’s jazz, to play a fast set and come home to a faster woman.
Rock rolls, but sometimes you just want to take five. Blues, you’ve heard it a million times. Classical, well, that you read. But jazz, jazz you feel. You feel it in the elation of summertime, you feel it in the harmony of spring, the change of fall, and the mysterious days of winter. And amidst that luxurious time where it’s 2 in the morning – and it feels like it – the music lives.
The money, the women, the music: The Trio.
