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Jon Garelick is arts editor of the Boston Phoenix, where he has been on staff since becoming music editor in 1990. Jon writes the column “Giant Steps” – which is mostly about jazz – as well as pieces about TV, art, theater, and other subjects. He has also written for the New York Times and New York Times Book Review, Rolling Stone, Jazziz, the Boston Globe, and other publications. He has won two ASCAP-Deems Taylor Awards – in 1993 and 2003 – for his writing about music. You can find recent posts on the Phoenix website by clicking here. Follow Jon on Twitter @jgarelick

Setlist: Russ Gershon Trio

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[Russ Gershon Trio photo by Mark Redmond]

As I’ll be doing from time to time, here’s an almost bare-bones setlist for a noteworthy show, with minimal commentary.

The Russ Gershon Trio played Saturday night, Jan. 14, to a good crowd, at the Third Life Gallery, despite being up against the Patriots-Titans game. Gershon on tenor, alto, soprano, flute, some piano, and a little singing; Blake Newman on bass; and Phil Neighbors on drums and also a bit of piano.

  1. “Miss Nancy, ”  by Arthur Blythe. Throughout, I kept thinking, I KNOW this song, I know it really well, but i couldn’t place it. After the tune, Gershon announced it as something one heard on New York radio “all the time” circa 1981. “On the one jazz radio station… that played it twice a week.”  A great, hooky tune. Blythe, a wondrous alto saxophonist, was the thing for a  while — early albums on India Navigation and the startling “Bush Baby,” on Adelphi. This one is from Illusions, Blythe’s second album of four for Columbia. Blythe died March 27, 2017, at age 76, from “complications from Parkinson’s disease.”

2. “Sophisticated Lady,” by Duke Ellington. Though it’s identified with Johnny Hodges’s alto solos, the version the trio listened to was, said Gershon, recorded during a period when Willie “not the Lion” Smith was in the alto chair. Nice brush work from Neighbors, and a sweet, measured cadenza from Gershon (on alto again).

3. “The Freedom Suite,” by Sonny Rollins. Gershon introduced this as “Hubris, Pt.1.” playing the Sonny Rollins extended-form masterpiece, one that, Gershon noted, Rollins played only on the original recording (1958, Riverside), never live. And, frankly, I have listened to this 20-minute piece only a few times myself, remembering mostly the two main themes -— one boppish and fleet, the other a more brawny vamp with a great “African” 6/8 with cross rhythms, beautifully played by Newman and Neighbors. And here were parts I had forgotten — including a pensive ballad section. The hubris, of course was in the roles played by the trio: “Phil Neighbors as Max Roach . . . Blake Newman as Oscar Pettiford.. and … the most unmitigated gall of all, me as Sonny Rollins [on tenor].” Gall or not, it was a terrific band playing a piece that needs to be heard more often.

4. “Morning Dew” (Grateful Dead). Here was “Hubris Pt. 1A,” the band playing an old Dead song (by Garcia and Robert Hunter?).  Gershon called it “a sad song for any occasion,” but particularly appropriate for “the current political climate.” Gershon played the slow, ruminating vamp on piano, sang (affectingly), played a soprano sax solo (standing in for the Garcia part). After the final chorus, with the vamp still playing, Gershon introduced the band and segued to . . .

5. “Born in a Suitcase,” Gershon. This was for many years a nightly standard for Gershon’s Either/Orchestra.  A medium-tempo 6/8 blues, Gershon moving from piano to tenor.

SET II

  1. “Ouagoudougou,” by Clifford Jordan. From Jordan’s 1972 album “In the World” (Strata-East), the song was named for the city that was the capital of what was then Upper Volta, now Burkina Faso. “One of those African countries…” Gershon began, before Neighbors cut him off with bass-drum bombs.

2. “It’s Over Before You Know It,” by Gershon. Inspired by Ornette Coleman, with the requisite folk-like simplicity and groove.  Gershon began the solo section (on alto, of course) with one strong, unbroken blast of notes. Bass and drum solos. “Really cooking,” I wrote on my four-way folded 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of note paper.

3. “Meditations on Integration,” by Charles Mingus. From one of Mingus’s great 1964 Jazz Workshop bands, with, Gershon noted, “a genius in every chair”: Mingus, Eric Dolphy, Jaki Byard (“from Worcester”), Johnny Coles on trumpet. There are multiple versions of this, sometimes called “Meditations on a Pair of Wire Cutters.” Another extended composition, the counterpart to the first set’s “Freedom Suite,” but more complex compositionally, with shifting time signatures and themes, the medium-tempo opening theme played over an insistent tattoo of bass and drums. Gershon played the theme on flute, then slamming bass-register staccato chords to introduce the next section (Mingus would undoubtedly have approved). There was the secondary theme for bowed bass and flute duo, some fast walking swing with tenor. I’d love to hear other Boston bands take this on, with more horns to replicate the voicings  — a perfect vehicle for the Aardvark Jazz Orchestra, I would imagine or, for that matter, the Either/Orchestra. But the Aardvarks have a big enough crew to take on Mingus’s Monterey Jazz Festival big band arrangement, where the piece was officially debuted.

4. “Theme for the Eulipions,”  by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. Gershon recounted attending a concert at Carnegie Hall that went from the Alice Coltrane group, to Pharoah Sanders, and then Rahsaan. This piece is from “The Return of the 5,000-lb. Man,” released in 1976, after Rahsaan’s debilitating stroke, so that he was reduced to playing one instrument at a time — and giving Gershon a better chance at recreating the piece. There was much doubling here, Gershon playing piano behind a Newman bass solo, playing a nice, soft alto cadenza, singing a bit, reciting and singing the story-lyrics. The story was about a mythic traveler, and about disenfranchisement and disillusion and perseverance and spiritual strength. Again, very affecting.

ENCORE
“Portrait of the Beautiful Ladies,” by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. For Billie Holiday, quoting some of the tunes she made famous, said Gershon, though I didn’t pick any out. Here was flute, with a strong backbeat but swinging beautifully, and then Gershon switching over to tenor, and getting a particularly Rahsaan-ish timbre out of it on a few phrases.

The show overall was immensely satisfying, with all manner of variety  — emotionally, musically, in the solos and arrangements. It’s not doing Gershon a disservice to say that he’s not a virtuoso soloist in the manner of Chris Potter or Rudresh Mahanthappa — he’s not going to mow you down with million-notes-a-second velocity. But he plays beautifully, with great musicality — as a composer and bandleader sensitive to compositional details and arrangements.. Which is why his “reductions” of pieces for bigger bands worked so well. It was a show that held the ear and the mind and body at every moment — which isn’t something I can say about some of the shows I’ve seen by flashier players and bands.

“There, wasn’t that better than a football game?” asked Mark Redmond, the presenter dba Mandorla Music.

“Not a word!” Gershon broke in. “No affect, nothing!” He was DVRing the game.

-Jan. 15, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cécile McLorin Salvant, Setlist 12/16/17

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It looks like this phenomenal 28-year-old singer Cécile McLorin Salvant was actually my last previous post. Anyway, here’s the skinny on her second set at Scullers on Saturday night, the fourth of the weekend, with pianist Sullivan Fortner, a reprise of their April appearance.

Since that appearance in April, McLorin Salvant has released the double-disc Dreams and Daggers (Mack Avenue). She did a couple of those songs in the set I saw, but here are the basics. From the outset, she said they’d be performing love songs.

“I Didn’t Know What Time It Was” (“The first standard I fell in love with.” Included on Dreams and Daggers.)

“Tell Me Why” (Introduced as a Jo Stafford song)

“Were Thine That Special Face” (From Cole Porter’s Kiss Me, Kate.)

“An Occasional Man” (With no introduction, but appears to be from the musical-comedy film “The Girl Rush,” 1955, directed by Robert Pirosh, with Rosalind Russell, songs by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane, this song sung by Gloria DeHaven as Taffy Tremaine.)

“You Go to My Head”  (Coots/Gillespie, 1938, “the thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea.”)

“Nothing Like You Has Ever Been Seen Before” (By Bob Dorough, “a lot of lyrics.”)

“The Gentleman Is a Dope” (Introduced as “by Richard Rodgers,” no mention of Oscar Hammerstein. From the 1947 musical Allegro. Also was sung by Jo Stafford, but McLorin Salvant didn’t mention that. I guess she’s been listening to Jo.)

“Send in the Clowns” (Which McLorin Salvant said she sang at her sister’s wedding, 12 years ago, as a 16-year-old. “I just thought it was a pretty song.” She cued Fortner by saying, “by Sondheim, you know which one,” and he answered, “It’s the only one I know.”)

“I Get a Kick Out of You” (Which she said she and Fortner had never played together before, although they’d played it separately.)

“The Christmas Song” (Big exaggerated groan from Fortner, because: another song they’d never done before. They kept pushing up the key. Fortner finally appealed to the audience, “You want to hear it high?” Anyway, up to D, with no perceptible strain.)

ENCORE: “You’re Getting To Be a Habit with Me” (Included on Dreams and Daggers.)

-Dec. 17, 2017

Cécile McLorin Salvant at Scullers (for Ran)

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Cécile McLorin Salvant

A few notes about Cécile McLorin Salvant at Scullers a couple of weeks ago (Friday, Oct. 2) while I can still recall more than a couple of specific details and still read my notebook scrawls. It was the first of two sold-out shows, there were selections from her last album (2013’s WomanChild), the new one (For One To Love), and even a brand new song that she said the band had played for the first time that afternoon. In the past couple of years I’ve seen McLorin Salvant as often as I’ve seen any artist in that time, and she never disappoints. In May, during her show at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, I told my wife, “She does this as well as I’ve seen anyone do anything.” Or words to that effect. You get the idea.

But, I’ll save the bloviating for some other time. For now, I’ll just try to run down the setlist, somewhat out of sequence, as quickly as possible. First up was Noel Coward’s 1932 “Mad About the Boy,” with a rubato verse introduction , then into swinging tempo, and that first great moment, with a song about a tantalizing pleasure, a desire so strong that pleasure and pain are indistinguishable. So the moment: McLorin Savant singing “In some strange way/I’m glad about the boy.” And with that word, “glad,” she tilted her head back and let the sound pour out.

McLorin Salvant has reserves of power and phenomenal range and control, but she contains it, holds back, so that when she lets it go — “GLAD!” — the results can be devastating. An emotional peak. (Note to self: find the Dinah Washington recording of this song.)

Then came Cole Porter’s “Most Gentlemen Don’t Like Love.” Same era as Noel, 1938, and the title almost says it all: “Most gentlemen don’t like love/they just like to kick it around.”

Then came the first original of the night, The Fog,” from For One To Love. Here again was the rubato opening, Aaron Diehl’s piano floating in with tolling chords and chromatic pastel dissonance, and McLorin Salvant’s voice — long, drawn-out vowels: “Love appeared just like a fog.” And then into swing: “But oh/that distant calling/that yearning to yen/that longing to lean in/someone to call my own.” Somewhere in here she sang something my notebook calls “the endless note.”

The arrangement, the song structure, and McLorin Salvant’s voice — those big rich vowels (“Someone to call my OWN!”) — suggested something Sarah Vaughan might have done, though I’m not sure what. And this wasn’t a singer-songwriter song — it was more like something mimicked from the Great American Songbook. Again, research please? Where’s Alec Wilder when I need him.

Here my notes and memory go a bit slack. There was Bob Dorough’s “I’ve Got Just about Everything” — a song I’ve never heard her do before — which segued without pause into “The Trolley Song” (Hugh Martin/Ralph Blane, introduced by Judy Garland in the 1944 movie musical “Meet Me in St. Louis”). I’ve heard her do this one several times now; at Scullers she seemed to be rushing it, looking for a way to keep herself interested, and some of the lyrics got swallowed in the mix. Then “It Ain’t Necessarily So,” sung by the character Sportin’ Life in Porgy and Bess, with some of the lyrics elided to avoid intractable gender-specifity (“Methus’lah lived nine hundred years/But who calls dat livin’/When no gal will give in”)

Then another Porgy and Bess: “My Man’s Gone Now,” slow, operatic, with Diehl’s suspenseful trills. Then the new original, “The Best Thing for You Would Be Me,” which I remember as bright, swinging, and authoritative, and sounding not at all under-rehearsed (arrangement credited to Diehl).

Then “I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate,” an ancient (1919) number by Clarence Williams, which, ultimately, made me miss some of the vaudeville and “race” music that I’ve heard McLorin Savant do in the past — Bert William’s “Nobody” (1905) or Sam Coslow’s “You Bring Out the Savage in Me,” inspired by trumpeter/bandleader/singer Valaida Snow’s 1935 version, or even the pre-jazz folk tune “John Henry.”

These tunes, with their upturned political incorrectness, give McLorin Salvant’s performances a subversive edge. So I’ll have to wait to hear them another time. But tonight we had her decidedly feminist retelling of Burt Bacharach and Hal David’s “Wives and Lovers,” and “Stepsisters’ Lament” by Rogers and Hammerstein, from the 1957 TV musical Cinderella. There was “What a Little Moonlight Can Do,” sounding not at all like Billie Holiday. (Billie’s short, staccato, playful “oo-oo” supplanted by longer syllables). “Underling” was another original that could have come out of the standards songbook: “All my dreams are disaster/Underling and her master.”

There’s more to say about McLorin Salvant’s radicalism, her feminist reclaiming of standards like “Wives and Lovers,” her reclamation of African-American history with songs like “The Savage in Me,” but that too will have to wait for another day. In her own way, she’s a cabaret singer, with tightly scripted arrangements (always played with thrilling precision). There’s none of the pyrotechnic improvisation of, say Betty Carter or the woozy drift of Cassandra Wilson. And yet, she reconfigures songs, plays them differently every time, and Diehl, bassist Paul Sikivie, and drummer Lawrence Leathers do get a chance to stretch out. But she seems driven by the storytelling drama of musical theater (she was an opera student in college for a while). Even the old vaudeville numbers are part of that theatrical imperative. No matter. There will be time to figure out exactly who and what Cécile McLorin Salvant is. For now, just enjoy.

SETLIST
“Mad About the Boy”
“Most Gentlemen Don’t Like Love”
[unidentified]
“The Fog”
“I’ve Got Just About Everything”
“The Trolley Song”
“It Aint Necessarily So”
“My Man’s Gone Now”
“The Best Thing for You Would Be Me”
“I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate”
“Stepsisters’ Lament”
“Wives and Lovers”
“What a Little Moonlight Can Do”
“Underling”

Jane Bunnett and Maqueque

 

Jane Bunnett and Maqueque. Credit: Emma - Lee Photography

Jane Bunnett and Maqueque. Credit: Emma – Lee Photography

Jane Bunnett and Maqueque are in the final lap of an August–September tour. If they’re coming anywhere near your town, go see them. Their show at Scullers Jazz Club in Boston last night was explosive.

Bunnett, now 57, has been digging into the music of Cuba for more than 20 years. On her last visit to the island, she met singer and songwriter Daymé Arocena. In short order, Bunnett and Arocena got together with pianist Danae Olano, bassist Celia Jimenez, drummer Yissy Garcia, and percussionist Magdelys Savigne. Maqueque (roughly translated from dialect as “spirit of a young girl”) was born.

The touring band is necessarily more stripped down than on their new self-titled debut CD, but that only makes for more immediacy and punch. Jimenez, Savigne, and Garcia have a mortal lock on those complex Afro-Cuban rhythms. Garcia took several explosive solos, including the finale, and Jimenez provided melodic and harmonic lift as well as rhythmic drive. Savigne moved between congas and bata drums, and took a solo turn on the cajon, matching power with sensitivity. When she played those batas, you realized how important pitch is to the Cuban rhythm sound.

Arocena, who is one of the band’s main songwriters along with Bunnett, has a voice like a canon. Short in stature, she would stand at the mike, dancing, then open her mouth wide, lean back, and pour out a poweful contralto that evoked ancient Cuban son as well as the fluid Afropop of Angelique Kidjo. My only request of Maqueque is that they feature more Arocena. At times she was mixed as part of the ensemble with the other instruments or group vocals. Her feature on an original cha-cha-cha was one of the evening’s standouts, deep and wide.

But this whole band is a star. Olano took a bravura solo that showed off her classical chops, Bunnett was firey and lyrical, especially penetrating with her flute work. In her big solo, Olano’s mix of single-note runs and rhythmic chords at one point synched in with the band’s vamp behind her and created a big sound you could feel in your chest. That’s Maqueque — they turn the audience into a drum.

New Orleans notes

The "Wild Man" of the Young Seminole Hunters, Mardi Gras Indians. JazzFest 2014. Photo by Clea Simon.

The “Wild Man” of the Young Seminole Hunters, Mardi Gras Indians. JazzFest 2014. Photo by Clea Simon.

Debbie Davis — singer-songwriter with the trio the Gloryoskis! — was telling the crowd at the Lagniappe Stage about the trio’s club show that night at , at 9 p.m. “It’s a real 9,” she said. “Not a Rebirth 9… which is 11:30, as you know.” That got a good laugh from the crowd.

It’s was the kind of offhand comment that visitors to the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival learn to savor. On the surface, the music of the Gloryoskis! and the Rebirth Brass Band have nothing to do with each other: a trio of three white female singer songwriters and an African-American brass band straight outta the hood. But that’s the New Orleans music scene — at least as I’ve experienced it over the years: non-sectarian, a mutual appreciation society that crosses genre, class, generations, ethnicities. Of course the Gloryoskis! know about Rebirth — everyone in New Orleans knows about Rebirth. They’re famous. As is their weekly residency at the Maple Leaf.  And if you make a joke about them going on late, everyone gets it.

Or course, there’s a downside to community spirit. You’ll be sitting in the festival’s trad jazz tent, awaiting the arrival of a singer whose name you only vaguely remember, and all you can think is the worst: “Sub-par standards with lots of innuendo. Local fave.” Or maybe some youngster has a famous surname: “Talentless grandson of. . . . ”

The fact is, New Orleans is both the most local and the most cosmopolitan of festivals. Today, Saturday, you had a choice between Orange Kellin’s New Orleans Deluxe Orchestra, Wayne Dopsie and the Zydeco Hellraisers, the Original Pinettes Brass Band (“the only all-female brass band in the world!”). . . .  and Bruce Springsteen. All playing concurrently. And this year the international focus is Brazill — there’s a Brazil pavilion, and regular appearances by the Os Negoes of Bahia Brazil 30-piece samba crew. There is, of course, a strong French-Cajun tradition in Louisiana music, which is probably one reason the Belgian singer-songwriter Helen Gillet (one of the Gloryoskis! trio) feels so at home here, singing songs in French, accompanying herself with cello and loops. She moved here 12 years ago.

The Festival — now celebrating its 45th anniversary — takes place on 11 stages (plus an interview stage, and supplemental crafts fair and innumerable food booths) at the Fair Grounds race course. The big draws for aficionados are the local acts — some of whom never tour north of Route 10, like Al “Carnival Time” Johnson or Frankie (“Sea Cruise”) Ford, or the local Mardi Gras Indians, trad jazz bands, Cajun and zydeco acts. But, of course, there are bands here of international import, like Springsteen or, last weekend, Phish. The big-name draws always threaten to tilt the festival and to turn the 50 or so other artists performing on any given day into ostensible opening acts.

Springsteen certainly was the big draw today, but some veteran festival goers were not impressed. Settling in the shade of an open tent to enjoy a quick snack (crawfish bisque and trout baquet — yum!) my wife and I found a couple of dining companions (Louisiana natives) who were unequivocal.

“I’m sorry, what have you done for me lately, Bruce!,” said one woman who didn’t want to hear the boss “screaming” at her for nearly three hours. Instead she was going for Al Jarreau. Well, okay. A lover man, a 60-minute man, not a 2-hour-and-45-minute man wailing about the ghost of Tom Joad.

Well, tomorrow she’ll have a choice of John Fogerty, Trombone Shorty, and Arcade Fire, among dozens of others. Me, I think I’ll have to check out Bobby Lounge, the Stooges Brass Band and the Morning Star Missionary Baptist Church Mass Choir in the Gospel Tent. And, of course, Aaron Neville. Hey, maybe I’ll run into the Al Jarreau fan at that one.

 

 

 

 

Kendrick Scott’s Oracle at Scullers

 

Kendrick Scott. Photo by Jimmy Katz.

Kendrick Scott. Photo by Jimmy Katz.

Kendrick Scott’s Oracle were a hit before they even played a note on Wednesday night at Scullers. At least in terms of audience. It wasn’t just that they filled the club to near-capacity (165 seats). This was a crowd that crossed generations, gender, and ethnicities — yes, Asian-American guitar students (Oracle’s Mike Moreno was a draw), young African-American couples, Berklee kids of all stripes. The usual greybeard contingent was in attendance (including yours truly), but this was a crowd that skewed young. If anything else were necessary to deem this an “event,” Scott’s sometime boss Terence Blanchard was sitting down front, and Joe Lovano was at the bar.

From the stage, Scott — 33, and a Berklee grad himself — said that the first time he played the club was when Roy Haynes was receiving an award (the first of the awards now named for Haynes, presented by JazzBoston in 2009). “Roy Haynes played my drums,” said Scott. “It freaked me out.” Scott looked sharp: red-and-blue check blazer, peaked white pocket handkerchief, white open-collar shirt.

The music, too, was a mix of stylistic flash and poised, business-like concentration. Besides Moreno, Scott had John Ellis on tenor sax and bass clarinet, Taylor Eigsti on piano, and Matt Penman playing bass (in his first night with the band). The music often proceeded in the form of post-rock rave-ups. As in the first number of the night, “Pendulum” (from the band’s 2013 album Conviction, on Concord), Penman laid down a vamp, guitar and piano played a long-toned, repeating melody line, and then Ellis unfurled a secondary line on tenor. Those melodies repeated behind the soloists, building, with Eigsti pumping the chords in time with his left hand, Scott layering a ferocious mix of tight patterns that covered every corner of the beat.

I’m still getting a fix on Scott’s astounding drumming. The best I can do is say he’s like a hip-hop Elvin Jones. Whereas Jones gathered his beats in long sweeping phrases, Scott builds his in tight club-inflected patterns that nonetheless pack the same kind of carrying-the-band horsepower. And his sense of measured detail is always on the money, whether echoing an end-of-phrase tenor flutter by Ellis with his own chiming cymbal pattern (sticks tapping the edges); playing his snare bare-handed, popping it with his right index finger and slapping it with his left palm; or accenting a solo with a little “zip!” he created by flipping his snare upside down and dragging his stick across it.

As usual these days with younger players, I wouldn’t have minded a bit more soloing over walking-bass swing, but there was plentiful musical meat here, and plenty of variety — ballads with brushes, varied meters. In what has become a welcome trend, the band threw in a left-field cover — Sufjan Stevens’s “Too Much.” On the album, Alan Hampton sings, but here the band made a case for the song as compelling instrumental jazz, using the mantra-like repetition of the melody as a springboard. (A young African-American jazz musician covering white indie-rock is another story for another day.)

The set ended with Conviction’s title track — a round robin of short solos from Eigsti, Moreno, and Ellis that ratcheted up the tension on every turn and had the audience screaming (especially for Eigsti’s impassioned extended lines). It closed the set perfectly — the big finish that not all jazz musicians have in their repertoire. Like “Pendulum,” “Too Much,” and Scott’s “Liberty or Death,” it also displayed another occasional quality of Scott’s music: a brooding intensity that can turn explosive, even ecstatic. An encore of the Duke Pearson ballad “You Know I Care” was lagniappe that provided another kind of closure — emotionally and historically. Still stylish, still serious, still taking care of business.

 

 

Jazz Week and more: a preview of highlights from this week’s live events

 

The Maria Schneider Jazz Orchestra plays the Berklee Performance Center on April 26. Photo by Jimmy and Dina Katz.

The Maria Schneider Orchestra plays the Berklee Performance Center on April 26. Photo by Jimmy and Dina Katz.


Jazz Week

Boston’s 8th annual Jazz Week celebration begins April 25 and continues through May 4.  As in the past, just about everything jazz-related during these ten days becomes part of the Jazz Week calendar. But there are a number of special events being organized by Jazz Week’s sponsor, JazzBoston.

The theme of Jazz Week this year is “No Walls: A Salute to the Power of Jazz To Bring People Together.” Its centerpiece will be a free concert to be held at Emmanuel Church, 15 Newbury Street, on April 30, the date proclaimed as International Jazz Day by UNESCO a little over three years ago with that theme in mind.

The title “No Walls” comes from an anthemic South African-style piece written by Boston composer Mark Harvey (of the Aardvark Jazz Orchestra, who are also playing this week). Players at the April 30 concert include Danilo Pérez, the Either/Orchestra, Musaner, Watchout Creole Jazz, and Zérui. The event will begin with a prelude on the steps of the church by Boston’s New Orleans-style brass band, Revolutionary Snake Ensemble. The prelude begins at 6 p.m., the indoor concert at 7 p.m.

On Sunday, April 27, at Wally’s Jazz Café on Mass. Ave., Emilio Lyons, the legendary “sax doctor” of Rayburn Music,  will be honored as a Boston Jazz Hero by the Jazz Journalists Association. The event, from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m., is free and open to the public, with music and light refreshments.

Jazz impresario Fred Taylor will receive the Roy Haynes Award  — presented “for exceptional contributions to jazz and the jazz community” — at the club he books,  Scullers, on May 4. Performers will include by Rebecca Parris, Grace Kelly, Bob Gullotti, Yoko Miwa, Amanda Carr, and others, plus, we’d imagine, some surprise guests. Tickets are $20, available through the Scullers.

Other free events include daily noon concerts at South Station and other public spaces around town and, as part of a “Next Generation of Jazz” program, a high school jazz band showcase at the Boston Public Library main branch in Copley Square on April 29 from 5:30 to 8:30 p.m. For more information, go to www.jazzboston.org.

Meanwhile, here’s just a small sampling of other jazz events around town this week, through April 30:

“The State of Jazz Composition Symposium and Concert Series”
April 22-27
Berklee College of Music, Boston, MA.

Berklee may as well call this “The State of Jazz,” but who’s arguing? Performers and panelists include Geri Allen, Terence Blanchard, Vijay Iyer, Tania Léon, Rudresh Mahanthappa, and Maria Schneider, with a keynote address to be delivered by Blue Note Records president Don Was (April 24). All events are open to the public, including many free performances. (Registration and full schedule at berklee.edu/jcs.)

Kendrick Scott
April 23, 8 p.m.
Scullers Jazz Club, Boston, MA.

Kendrick Scott, 33, is one of a handful of drummers these days who has made hip-hop beats integral to jazz (see also Marcus Gilmore, Chris Dave, Mark Colenburg, Charles Haynes, et al.). He’s helped transform Terence Blanchard’s band over the past decade, and he also loaned his special zip to singer Gretchen Parlato. Now he comes to Scullers with his band Oracle, with saxophonist John Ellis, guitarist Mike Moreno and pianist Taylor Eigsti, and bassist Matt Penman.

Yoko Miwa Trio
April 25, 7:30 p.m.
Regattabar, Cambridge, MA.

The Boston pianist Yoko Miwa has an equal love for Bill Evans’ harmonic lyricism and Oscar Peterson’s driving swing, and she matches her own exploratory compositions with a taste for offbeat covers like Aerosmith’s “Seasons of Wither” and the Velvet Underground’s “Who Loves the Sun.” Which she plays as a medley — and it works. She’s joined by trio mates Will Slater on bass and Scott Goulding on drums.

Aardvark Jazz Orchesta
April 26, 8 p.m.
Kresge Auditorium, M.I.T., Cambridge, MA.

Boston’s esteemed avant-garde jazz orchestra presents a program of original material by bandleader Mark Harvey — “Commemoration (Boston2013),” for the Boston Marathon victims and survivors; “No Walls,” his Abudullah Ibrahim-inspired anthem (the theme of this year’s Boston Jazz Week); and “Spaceways,” his centennial tribute to Sun Ra.

 

Maria Schneider Orchestra
April 26, 8 p.m.
Berklee Performance Center, Boston, MA.

The heir to Bob Brookmeyer (her teacher) and Gil Evans (for whom she worked as an assistant) brings her broad palette of harmonies and rhythms (with plenty of Afro-Latin and Afro-Brazilian) to Berklee Performance Center. The star soloists include saxophonists Steve Wilson and Donny McCaslin and pianist Frank Kimbrough. But the real stars are this 17-piece orchestra and Schneider’s compositions. (Scheider is also a featured participant in Berklee’s “State of Jazz Composition” symposium; see above.)

Fabian Almazan Rhizome Trio
April 29, 7:30 p.m.
Regattabar, Cambridge, MA.

We know what you’re thinking: another genius Cuban pianist. But Almazan, who grew up in Miami, uses all that conservatory training and a grasp of folkloric rhythms to inform a decidedly New York-modernist frame of mind. Now living in that city, he’s joined by the exciting young bassist/composer/bandleader Linda Oh (a regular with Dave Douglas’s quintet) and drummer Henry Cole.

 

Clayton Brothers Quartet
April 30, 7:30 p.m.
Regattabar, Cambridge, MA.

Post-bop veterans Jeff (alto, oboe, French horn, flute) and John (bass) Clayton are joined by trumpeter Terrell Stafford, drummer Obed Calvaire, and John’s son, the rising piano star Gerald Clayton.

 

Stephan Crump’s Rosetta Trio
April 30, 8 p.m.
Lily Pad, Cambridge, MA.

Stephan Crump’s day job, as it were, is playing bass with the Vijay Iyer Trio, but one of his side gigs is this tidy little trio with Liberty Ellman playing acoustic guitar and Jamie Fox playing electric. If your thing is tone, texture, and three-way string-band counterpoint, this is the place to be. And yeah, they have a nice sense of swing, too. They’re celebrating the release of their third album, Thwirl.

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