Indianapolis Jazz Festival: Day 1, September 26, 2009
The Indianapolis Jazz Festival
Sept. 26, 2009
With two outdoor stages at The Lawn at White River State Park, the heavy clouds blowing across the sky brought just the right amount of the tension to the mix for the final weekend of the Indy Jazz Festival. The weather reports were conflicting, the skies threatened occasionally, but in the end it all came together for an exciting two days of music.
This year's festival was presented by the Indianapolis Jazz Foundation, The Indyjazzfest and other supporters, injecting new blood and a contagious enthusiasm into the line-up.
Every place has its own tempo and languagethe spacious world of Nordic jazz speaks to the fjords and the silver-cast sea, or the cool sophistication of the riffs of Italy, where it molds and blends like an espresso or a fine Italian wine.
Indiana, the heartland; where the music drives and whispers, mourns and celebrates, it is the living, breathing essence of us being no one but ourselves. It is different from the jambands of New York, and yet again from the cool electric jazz of the California coast. It is the cornfields that bisect the land and sky where they meet Highway 65, its paved dagger cutting through the city skyline. Its sound is the spirit of its synchronicities and ambitions heard in its many lines. The festival began a week previously with the The Joshua RedmanTrio, the Charlie Hunter Trio, Fareed Haque with Garag Mahal, Claudia Acuna and many others worthy of attention. The finale brought its musical sons and daughters out for a party before the leaves turned russet red and brown, down by the White River.
Indianapolis boasts some of the most accomplished and talented musicians gathered together in one place and alternatively, suffers from relatively few people knowing about this store of wealth. The city has a deep history in jazz: Wes Montgomery was born here, as was Freddie Hubbard, giants who went on to worldwide fame. Its Golden Age was the '30s and '40s in the Bohemian area of the city known as Broad Ripple, although arguably one could say that the city is now entering a jazz renaissance. The inner city teems, as it always has, with the sounds and the language of jazz.
The endemic style, its inheritors are easily recognizablemany still play a Gibson, or close to it. You can almost see Montgomery standing behind many guitarists as they lean over the neck, thumb-picking; they still invoke that deceptively easy sound that tricks you into thinking you could you do it yourselfyou wish, anyway.
The Bill Lancton Coalition, eponymously named for the guitarist-leader, also the president of the Indianapolis Jazz Foundation, raised such comparisons. But there it ended, a band of seven behind him, his was an easy, intimate sound; cohesive, skillful, embedded in perfect timing and laced with a dash of humor. He knew exactly whom he was playing to; a jazz cover of Donovan's "Mellow Yellow" could be heard with the audience singing along. But dated it was not"Boy's Night Out" delivered some serious drive, Lancton leading with an ultra-competent line that was both controlled and inventive. "Body and Soul" showed their flip side, this one visceral, personal, sweet and slow.