| REVIEWS
|
|
Don't let the rustic hats and gruff appearance fool you. These two "mountain men," Brian Booth and Kevin Stout, don't carry deadly instruments they carry jazz instruments. Kevin Stout, left, and Brian Booth pose for their "Tales of the Tetons" CD. Cheryl Herman |
| When our simian ancestors boldly descended from their arboreal condos
to explore the persuasive charms of terra firma, they invented, first the
wheel and second, the sackbut; forerunner of the wind-powered, slide activated,
embouchure-modulated Pitch Appromimator. I.e., the Slide Trombone. An unwieldy
concatenation of hollow vines, gourds, and conch shells, it was 17 feet
long and weighed in at four T-Rex incisors. Paleontologists surmise that
its function was to attract mates. It failed.
History also reveals that, a few months later and concurrent with the birth of Satchmo, the third innovation- the trumpet- succeeded beyond the cavemans most fanciful dreams. Which is why, even today, trumpet players sit on the top risers and get all the chicks. Trombonists, wisely hidden from view, were placed in the middle of the ensemble and have learned to content themselves by suggesting to the vocalist which note might best distinguish her entrance. Invention Number Four; the Saxophone, evolved when an inquisitive member
of the clan discovered that if one were to puff mightily through a length
of straight albeit worm-holed vine discarded by a sackbut builder, one
could produce a sound that would frighten the wolves away from the fire.
It was called it a Cornet until a trumpet player The strong-arm goons, called Band Leaders, in an effort to obscure the trombonists from view, shoehorned the saxophone players into the front row, each heavy-laden with their sopranos, altos, tenors, and baris. And flutes and oboes and bassoons and other stuff, with their reeds soaking in a gin-filled gourd filled because, saxophonists swore, it makes everything sound better towards the end of the gig. Early sax sections also provided visual interest for those in the audience that found themselves easily bored. But, lo! In the Twelfth Century B.C., two remarkable and synchronous events occurred: Charlie Parker and Carl Fontana were born fully-grown with their respective axes firmly in hand. They sprang to the front of the band, never to leave. Their ancestors, Frank Rosolino, Bill Watrous, Kevin Stout and Bob McChesney... Cannonball, Pres, Phil Woods, and Brian Booth, kept the faith. Thus, when- in 2002- tenor man Brian Booth and trombonist Kevin Stout released their first CD; Good Pals (Jazzed5 Records), it quickly shot to the Top 25. Our reaction to the Good Pals rocket was less How nice and more What took so long? It remains a welcome and important addition to the literature of Mainstream and, crafty devils that they are, Messrs. Stout and Booth left us wanting... No, demanding... more. Released in July, 2003, their second collaboration puts to rest the notion that Good Pals would be an impossible act to follow. The duo is supported by returning Rhythmeisters Joey Singer, (p); Tom Warrington, (b); and John Abraham, (d) whose collective passion and sense of time seems to have grown from the same seed. Up Jazz Creek begins with Sleepwalker; an 8:40 foray into Medium Bounce Delightsville over the changes to You Stepped Out Of A Dream. The front line takes the head, followed by unrestrained, romping soli from Stout, Singer, Booth, and the nimble and ever-tasty Tom Warrington on the Stand-Up. Sleepwalker sets the sprightly, joyous tone for this date. If Stout and Booth have a few bytes of goodness in their hearts and a few Gigs of bandwidth on their servers, theyll put a little taste of this track on their website; www.jazzed5.com. We were in attendance at a pre-release concert that included some of
tunes on this CD. When they announced Thermal Inversion we
smirked When youre listening to Astral Address, think of that timeless and storied jazz standard, The East Of The Sun-West Of The Moon Waltz. Im not kidding. How nice, though, to drop ones heel on One and pat on Two and Three. Its refreshing to hear the 3/4 approach to a old musical friend. Stout is at his lyrical best. Hurry Up and Weight, an up-tempo burner with rock solid unison work by the front line, is a vehicle through which pianist Joey Singer can stretch some. He tickles, nudges, slams, and slathers great walls of sound into his choruses. They could stand alone. Singer soundly reaffirms his preeminence as an adroit and gifted musician. Booths 23-minute suite that gives this CD its title, begins with a 1:36 prologue that evokes the idyllic tranquility that comes while drifting, with a line in the water, in a soft-flowing stream. Up is a kicker thatgives the soloists some room to cast. Jazz Creek, Latin-tinged, laid-back, and lyrical is sublime in its freedom and with exquisite, flowing readings by the principals. The third Movement, Without A Paddle, is one in which I expected to hear the players laughing out loud. Full of happy surprises, it comprises the Suite. The last chart on the date is Im Old Fashioned. Joey Singers rubato intro yields to Booths elegantly understated reading of the head under which is Stouts unabashedly loving and respectful tribute to Carl Fontana. In a laid-back groove, this loveable old chestnut has been freshened-up and burnished to a golden gloss. While there are no particular moments that simultaneously raise your eyebrows and tighten your sphincter, its a supremely relaxed and mellow treatment that bears repeating on future outings. Mercifully bereft of the cackles, groans, and flatulence that characterized our simian ancestors first forays into music (and, alas, adjudicated today by undiscerning ears as being a new, hip thing), Up Jazz Creek has schooched the bar by which we measure Straight Ahead Jazz up a notch. Having heard the Stout-Booth collaboration in concert, we are left with the opinion that the perfection of this CD comes from the fact that its not perfect ...with every note digitally mixed to mediocrity ...every nuance and crescendo electronically massaged to lifeless banality. Its not been over-produced to soullessness. Up Jazz Creek comes as close to capturing the energy; the audience-artist interplay of a live performance as when we sat, with jug and picnic basket, on the gently sloping grass of an outdoor amphitheater basking in the salubrious warmth of a Las Vegas evening and the synergism crafted by five extraordinary musicians. We confidently predict that Up Jazz Creek will return Jazzed5 to their well-deserved niche in the Top 25. Kevin Stout, Trombone; Brian Booth, Tenor Sax; Joey Singer, Piano; Tom Warrington, Bass; John Abraham, Drums. Sleepwalker-8:40 (You Stepped Out Of A Dream) |
| Kevin Stout and Brian Booth 5 Good Pals Jazzed5 Records005 Kevin Stout,trombone; Brian Booth, tenor saxophone; Joey Singer,piano; Tom Warrington, bass; and John Abraham, drums. Joey Farina & Andy Newell, trombones; Dan Uhrich, bass trombone; Kevin Stout, trombone/guitar/percussion (My One and Only Love, track 10) CD review by KEN HANLON courtesy of the Las Vegas Jazz Society Since the advent of bebop, the combination of saxophone and trumpet
has He has the kind of chops that would allow him to turn around to a member
of the Tenor saxophonist Brian Booth is a jazz instrumentalist with whom I
was not The album's title, Good Pals, was inspired by the long friendship that
Stout and Good Pals has a decidedly Latin flavor with four of the ten tracks displaying
a Stout and Booth have the good fortune to be supported by a superb rhythm While I have the highest regard for this album, I would like to have
heard some Ken Hanlon is a trombonist and professor of music at UNLV where he also
serves |