Afternoon show at RAW started with drummer Tomas Fujiwara and his 7 Poets Trio. The music was pulled from their recent release Pith. The set started with Tomas dedicating the first tune to Marcus Smart. “Does anyone know who Marcus Smart is?” The Sunday afternoon grizzled Jazz intelligentsia was stumped. Did he invent the B-flat baritone clarinet? Did he perform with his Sackbutt trio in some industrial drainage piping? Ex-Celtic I exclaim, which got a drumstick acknowledgement from Tomas. Joined onstage by vibraphonist Patricia Brennan and Tomeka Reid on cello. The music swung wildly from contemporary classical to straight up jazz workouts. Tomas is a master of restraint using a bevy of brushes, metal and fibrous, giving subtle tones. Reid is also versatile. The jazz cello is welcome to my ears. The ability to go low or high, plucked, scraped or bowed can offer a wide palette to explore. The vibes brought the chaos. The signature quad mallet approach affords the most sound. Two mallets in each hand, with their business ends situated at 10 and 2 brought the sound to the foreground. Brennan’s furious striking caused the plates to jump around in their housing. Fujiwara must be a big hoop fan, as his other group is called the Triple Double.
The second group had Reid and Fujiwara joined by guitarist Mary Halvorson and standup bassist Jason Roebke. The music came from Reid’s forthcoming 3+3 release. Halvorson has been positively reviewed in this blog, her forward thinking runs and squalls give critical acclaim to any group she inhabits. The interplay between Mary and Tomeka was great. They looked like two teens trying to one-up each other at a sleepover. I’ve dinged Halvorsen for her outdated wardrobe and nerdiness, but years of touring Europe seems to have afforded her an extreme makeover. She looked less like despised 70s babysitter and more like Dutch hepcat that could help you ace your brain surgery final exam. I had a weird angle on Roebke, he had slicked back hair and Clark Kent glasses. He treated the bass as percussion and was a great foil to Reid’s output. The room was full and cramped but it did not dampen an enjoyable afternoon of improvised jazz.